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Shownu, Jung Taekwoon, Go Eunsung's Anatole | THE SINGLE 🔗

We met Shownu, Jung Taekwoon, and Go Eunsung, who played the fatally attractive Anatole in the musical . This time, the three Anatole became each other’s ‘love enemies’.

BY Editor Jang Eun-ji | 2024.04.20

website translation and original undercut, edited by me to be easier to read

Both the shirt and pants are by Jiyong Kim.

Appearing as Anatole in the musical . Please briefly introduce what the musical is.

Shownu: This is a song-through musical inspired by the 70 pages of Volume 2, Chapter 5 of Tolstoy's War and Peace. It premiered in Korea in 2021, and this is its re-run.

Taekwoon: The fact that it is a full-length musical with almost no dialogue and only singing may be of interest, but is an immersive performance in which there is no distinction between the stage and the audience, and the audience's participation is so high that they are part of the work. It's even more special in that respect.

Jung Taekwoon also described the character Anatol as ‘stupid’ on Seo In-guk’s YouTube channel.

translation note : 병맛 [ 'internet slang' term derived from the phrase "병신 같은 맛" which itself is not a legit phrase as well. Literal translation would be "taste of stupidity" English phrase would be something like "fcked up".]

Taekwoon: In the play, Anatole is a character who promises love to another woman named Natasha, leaving her spouse behind. Hedonistic narcissist. She could be described as a ‘golden lover,’ but she seems to be a person who just sees things. The reason she doesn't keep taking off her wedding ring is because she doesn't take it seriously. In my view, I don't think Anatole made any definitions of right and wrong, regardless of social norms or opinions. When I was researching the character of Anatole, I thought of a person around me. A person who makes you click your tongue. (Laughs)

Inner tee is Coperni, jacket is Bonbom, pants are Dsquared, shoes are Balenciaga.

Since each person's interpretation of Anatole was different, I think the way he expressed it would have been slightly different. How did you apply and express that interpretation to your body?

Taekwoon: I tried to make a difference in Natasha's attitude towards people other than Natasha. Don’t we also put on a slightly different appearance than usual in front of the people we want to appeal to? In reality, he was an ordinary man, but when dealing with Natasha, he tried to show his appeal through exaggerated speech and a sloppy gait.

Eunsung: The background of the musical is Russia, which is famous for ballet, and I thought it would be good if people would think of a ballerino when they see Anatole's gait and posture. The appearance of lowering the shoulder blades and lifting the chest tightly, as if wearing a corset. From the first appearance, rather than showing a light appearance as if it will fly away, it has an elegant and restrained appearance that is easy to fall in love with, and gradually reveals its foundation as it progresses. I thought that would add tension to the play and paradoxically make the character more attractive.

Top, pants, and scarf are all from Acne Studio.

I think the singing style was different from usual and it was also different from how I prepared for the performance.

Shownu: Of course, it’s my first time, so there are difficulties and pressure. But what I needed was not how difficult you thought it was. If you think it's difficult, you can't start anything. My personality itself is like that. So I didn't even think about it being difficult. I sang it the way I felt without trying to change my singing style. I had a hectic day asking questions, learning, and practicing with my seniors and brothers. I'm still in a daze. I don't think I've become comfortable enough to recognize that it's difficult. (Laughs)

What did you think after your first performance?

Shownu: Are you hungry? Ah, I meant it to be funny, but it wasn't very funny. sorry.

Taekwoon: I’m not saying that for nothing. Shownu usually takes really good care of himself. To show off my good side, I don't eat much or eat snacks. After you run around and play passionately on stage, only then do you feel at ease and feel hungry. Among the outstanding musical actors, there is not a single one who lives like a hedonist. Most live like practitioners or athletes, training to develop their skills to the highest level their bodies will allow. Due to the nature of the job, self-management is very important, and Shownu's qualities are already visible.

Eunsung T-shirt is Althirteen, jacket is Bally, pants are Levi’s, shoes are SGWL. Taekwoon jacket is Golden Goose, pants are Acne Studio, innerwear is Calvin Klein Underwear, and shoes are Yowi. Shownu's jacket is from the stylist's collection, pants are Levi's, gloves are Dolce & Gabbana, and shoes are SGWL.

In the play, all three play the same character, but in today's pictorial, the concept was based on the assumption that they are three men who love the same woman at the same time. If you are each other's romantic enemy, what do you think is the charm of the other person that keeps you in check the most?

Shownu: Eunsung is a mood maker and, above all, he has great drive. Eunsung is always the one who gathers us all at once and makes reservations for places. He is handsome and sexy to men. Taekwoon is really gentle, warm and delicate. He really cares about the people around him. But it's sexy.

Eunsung: Shownu is really attractive in appearance. She doesn't talk much and only says what to say. He has a sweet personality, but he also has a good body, and when the opposite sex sees him, he seems to burst out laughing just by standing still.

Shownu: Hyung, it’s all a meticulous strategy. (Laughs)

Eunsung: But actually, that’s the worst. They disarm people and take no responsibility.

I would like to ask one last question. For the audience coming to see , what are the three actors' favorite parts?

Taekwoon: ‘Balaga’. It's the hardest, and I feel the most alive.

Shownu: I also ‘Balaga’. It is the most passionate and hot. When performing that song, the actors and the audience truly become one and everyone is covered in sweat.

Eunsung: Of course, it’s ‘Balaga’. I can boldly say that Balaga is the song that represents the identity of . To add a little lie, there was a time when I went into the dressing room after Balaga and wrung out my sweaty shoes with both hands. (Laughs) It's that much fun, so hurry up and reserve your tickets. I really want you to experience it.

picture Kim Hyeong-sang

stylist orthodoxy

make up Son Hee-won (Shownu), Kim Soo-yeon (Jung Taek-woon), Lee Young-jae (Go Eun-seong)

hair Yeom Seop-ju (Shownu), Sophia (Jung Taek-woon), Kim Boo-seong (Go Eun-seong)

assistant Ki Chan-min

셔누, 정택운, 고은성의 아나톨

뮤지컬 <그레이트 코멧>에서 치명적인 매력의 ‘아나톨’로 분한 셔누, 정택운, 고은성을 만났다. 3인의 아나톨이 이번엔 서로의 ‘연적’이 되었다.BY 에디터 장은지 | 2024.04.20

셔츠와 팬츠는 모두 지용킴.

뮤지컬 <그레이트 코멧>의 아나톨로 함께하고 있다. 뮤지컬 <그레이트 코멧>은 어떤 작품인지 간단한 소개 부탁한다.

셔누: 톨스토이의 <전쟁과 평화> 중 제2권 5장에 해당하는 70페이지 분량에서 영감을 얻어 만들어진 성스루(sung-through) 뮤지컬이다. 국내에서는 2021년에 첫선을 보였고 이번이 재연이다.

택운: 대사가 거의 없이 오직 노래로만 진행되는 성스루 뮤지컬이라는 점도 흥미를 끌 수 있겠지만 <그레이트 코멧>은 무대와 객석의 구분이 없고, 관객이 작품의 일부일 정도로 관객의 참여도가 높은 이머시브공연이라는 점에서 더욱 특별하다.

정택운은 서인국의 유튜브 채널에서 아나톨이라는 인물을 ‘병맛’으로 표현하기도 했다.

택운: 극중 아나톨은 배우자를 두고 나타샤라는 다른 여성에게 사랑을 약속하는 인물이다. 쾌락적인 나르시스트. ‘금사빠’라고 표현할 수도 있겠지만 그냥 보이는 게 다인 사람인 것 같다. 결혼반지를 계속 빼지 않는 이유도 그걸 심각하게 여기지 않기 때문이다. 내가 보는 아나톨은 사회적 규범이나 시선을 개의치 않고 옳고 그름에 대한 어떠한 정의도 내리지 않았다고 생각한다. 아나톨 캐릭터를 연구할 때 내 주변의 어떤 인물을 떠올렸다. 혀를 끌끌 차게 만드는 인간.(웃음)

이너 티는 코페르니, 재킷은 본봄, 팬츠는 디스퀘어드, 슈즈는 발렌시아가.

각자 해석한 아나톨의 면면이 다르다 보니 표현 방식에서도 조금씩 달랐을 것 같다. 그 해석을 몸에 어떻게 적용하고 표현했나?

택운: 나타샤와 나타샤가 아닌 다른 사람을 대하는 태도에 차이를 두려 했다. 우리도 어필하고 싶은 대상 앞에서 평소와는 조금 다른 모습을 장착하지 않나. 사실은 별볼일 없는 남자지만 나타샤를 대할 때만큼은 과장된 말투나 멀끔한 걸음걸이로 어필하는 모습을 보여주려 했다. 은성 뮤지컬의 배경이 발레로 유명한 러시아이기도 하고, 사람들이 아나톨의 걸음걸이와 자세를 보며 발레리노를 떠올렸으면 좋겠다고 생각했다. 견갑골을 내리고 가슴을 딱 들어 코르셋을 찬 것처럼 곧추선 모습. 첫 등장부터 불면 날아갈 것처럼 가벼운 모습을 보여주기보다, 반할 만한 우아하고 절도 있는 형상에서 뒤로 갈수록 조금씩 밑천이 드러나도록. 그게 극에도 긴장감을 주고 역설적으로 캐릭터를 더욱 매력적으로 만들 거라고 생각했다.

톱, 팬츠, 스카프는 모두 아크네 스튜디오.

평소와는 창법도 다르고 퍼포먼스를 준비하던 것과도 달랐을 것 같은데.

셔누: 물론 처음이라 어려움과 부담감이 있다. 그런데 나에게 필요한 건 그걸 얼마나 어렵게 생각하느냐가 아니었다. 어렵게 생각하면 아무것도 시작하지 못한다. 내 성격 자체가 그렇다. 그래서 어렵다는 생각 자체를 안 해버렸다. 창법을 애써 바꾸지 않고 내 느낌대로 불렀다. 선배와 형들에게 질문하고 배우고 연습하며 숨가쁜 날을 보냈다. 아직 얼떨떨하다. 어렵다고 인지할 정도로 충분히 편안해지지 못한 것 같다.(웃음)

처음 무대를 마치고 무슨 생각을 했나?

셔누: 배고프다? 아, 웃기려고 한 말인데 별로 안 웃겼다. 미안하다.

택운: 괜히 저런 말을 하는 게 아니다. 평소에 셔누가 진짜 관리를 열심히 한다. 좋은 모습을 보여주려고 밥도 간식도 잘 안 먹는다. 무대 위에서 격정적으로 뛰놀고 다 끝나고 나면 그제야 마음이 편해지면서 허기가 드는 거다. 은성 뛰어난 뮤지컬 배우 중에 쾌락주의자처럼 사는 사람은 하나도 없다. 대부분이 자기몸이 허락하는 최상의 수준으로 기량을 발전시키기 위해 단련하면서 수행자, 운동선수처럼 산다. 직업 특성상 자기관리가 정말 중요한데 셔누에게선 벌써 자질이 보인다.

은성 티셔츠는 알써틴, 재킷은 발리, 팬츠는 리바이스, 슈즈는 SGWL. 택운 재킷은 골든구스, 팬츠는 아크네 스튜디오, 이너웨어는 캘빈클라인 언더웨어, 슈즈는 요위. 셔누 재킷은 스타일리스트 소장품, 팬츠는 리바이스, 글로브는 돌체앤가바나, 슈즈는 SGWL.

극중에선 셋 모두 동일 인물을 연기하지만 오늘 화보에선 한 여자를 동시에 사랑하는 세 남자라는 가정으로 콘셉트를 잡았다. 서로가 서로의 연적이라면, 가장 견제하는 상 대의 매력은 뭐라고 생각하나?

셔누: 은성이 형은 분위기 메이커고 무엇보다 추진력이 좋다. 우리를 한꺼번에 모으고 어딘가 장소를 예약하는 것도 늘 은성이 형이다. 잘생겼고 남자가 봐도 섹시하다. 택운이 형은 정말 젠틀하고 따뜻하고 섬세하다. 주변 사람들을 정말 잘 챙긴다. 그런데 섹시하다.

은성: 셔누는 외모부터가 정말 매력적이다. 말이 많지도 않고 딱 할 말만 한다. 성격은 서글서글한데 또 몸은 좋고, 이성이 봤을 때 가만 있어도 저절로 웃음이 흘러나올 것 같다.

셔누: 형, 그거 전부 치밀한 전략이다.(웃음)

은성: 그런데 사실 그게 제일 나쁘다. 사람을 무장 해제시켜놓고 책임을 안 진다.

마지막으로 묻고 싶다. <그레이트 코멧>을 보러 올 관객들을 위해 세 배우가 가장 좋아하는 파트를 하나씩 꼽자면?

택운: ‘발라가(Balaga)’. 제일 힘들고, 제일 살아 있음을 느낀다. 셔누 나도 ‘발라가’. 가장 격정적이라 뜨겁다. 그 곡을 할 때 정말 배우와 관객이 하나가 돼 모두가 땀으로 뒤범벅된다.

은성: 물론 ‘발라가’다. 발라가야말로 <그레이트 코멧>의 정체성과 같은 곡이라고 감히 말할 수 있다. 거짓말 조금 보태면 발라가가 끝나고 분장실에 들어가 땀으로 젖은 신발을 두 손으로 짠 적도 있다.(웃음) 그만큼 재미있으니까 얼른 예매를 서두르시라. 꼭 경험해보았으면 한다.

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It's been a long time comiiiing down this rooaaddd. I haven't updated this foreverrr, but I'm doing it nooooooowww! 🎤🎵🎶

Part 23: Movement

"I hope I don't have to jump up here," you sigh gripping the pole to test its sturdiness. It seems strong enough, but then so does the hardwood floor. "I don't have the upper body strength to hold myself up and I definitely don't need to bust my ass in these slippery socks--what," you smile watching Toni bite her lip at your skepticism from Ava's other side.

"Nothing. You have a lot of cushion, you'll bounce back," she gestures eyeing your rear. She's joking but you're serious.

"I'm just saying socks on hardwood with jumping if you're uncoordinated seems like a recipe for disaster."

"You get used to it, stick with us," Ava comforts. Stick with us.. It echoes in your mind. They actually want you there.. continuously.

A small group of women in variety of shapes and sizes, mostly black, gradually takes the remaining poles as the mingling conversations rise. It's a comfortable environment. The sun streams in through the windows bringing in nice natural light. Adjusting the band on your sports bra, you hop but neglect to wrap the pole with your legs. Toni chuckles in good humor.

"Ugh.. I don't know about this you guys."

"It's just a workout, girl, you'll be fine," she waves. "Besides, your NOT sugar daddy will love it when you show him all that assss in motion."

"Oh my God, he's NOT a sugar daddy," you whisper as she mocks you. "Y'all are so aggravating."

"That smile says different.. Just remember to tell me all the nasty gritty details when you throw it back with these moves. Yo' ass got handled before," her nude nails clink against the pole judgingly. They'd lost their minds when you told them about that night in the hotel. You had to tell the story twice because they wanted to visualize it. "He did whatever he wanted to do to that kitty, beat it to high hell. Now YOU are gonna have the power to put it on him. That fatass bunda gone kill him, just wait on it."

Watching your wagon in the full length studio wall mirror you grip the pole to make it wiggle watching it move on your reflection. "I don't know, see, I can move it I just can't move it seductively. I'm kinda stiff."

"She ain't ready for all that yet, Toni, let her take it slow. She can't just jump out there, class ain't even start yet," Ava laughs. "She need the basics."

"I need to learn how to dance," you interject. "Like lap dance and all that jazz.."

"That's simple," a woman's voice cuts in demanding the focus of the room of women who seem to recognize her on entry. Casually, you spin to meet a pair of long toned legs like a gazelle building up to a slender curved shape to be envied.. covered in glowing rich brown skin..

This can't be real, you blink as your mind whisks you back to the fateful day of your meeting each other. The memory is fresh as if it were yesterday.

“What’s your name,” she murmurs, voice as addictive as Erik's. You glance at him and he shrugs leaving the decision of how to respond up to you. When you answer, she recites your name like a poem and you smile. She has a calming effect that puts you at ease and she’s so, so beautiful. She tells you you’re the beautiful one and it makes your face heat. Her fingers lightly brush the warmth of your cheek before moving to her own erect nipples tweaking the silver bars.

“You wanna touch them?” She asks while stepping closer and she reaches out for your hand to pull it to her breast. Your eyes nervously flit to Erik’s and he doesn’t intervene. Not knowing quite what to do you tweak the silver bar and she sighs in pleasure. She moves your other hand to her other breast encouraging you to do the same. Her fingers find your chin again and then she’s close, lips coming in hot. You close your eyes.

Those eyes..

Her black lined cat eyes lock onto yours echoing your shock with a thick and strange energy. She's just as shook seeing you yet she never loses the graceful glide in her step to her teaching pole, glancing evenly from you and squaring her gaze to cover the class.

"Well damn," Ava blurts reading the thoughts of the room as the instructor flips her long high pony of burgundy locs. An exhale is all you muster as your brain thinks of several ways this could end badly.

"Hello my SugarDoll Fitness family," Shay waves to the group in a motion ending with her hand perched cutely nder her chin. It gains an equal positive return from the class.

Smiling just to fit in you look around and nod politely wondering what excuse you could make to Toni and Ava if you leave, especially after Ava just invited you to 'stick with' them. Would the truth suffice or would it bring more unnecessary drama and questions?

Toni and Ava would have a field day if they knew the real nature of your relationship with Erik and Ms. Shay. Last you remember, Shay's pierced nipples were in your between your fingertips. She wanted to devour you whole according to Erik. You haven't even told them you were in the BDSM life yet. They don't even know about the submission thing between you and Erik, they're still stuck on sugar daddy.. It's not something you wanted to share.

That's not something to bring up in this setting..

The way Shay looked at you back then made you feel like she was a starved tigress and you were the live prey, but somehow you were comfortable. She was intense but not intimidating... unlike Erik who initially made you so nervous you couldn't relax. No, she wasn't like that.. It felt more like she was wise beyond her years, but very playful and mischievous.. You'd liked her energy.

Then Erik went and cut her off because of his insane jealousy which was great in the sense that it was one step closer to being his only partner, but dumb in the way that it came about. It's one of his flaws. Erik needs to put his jealousy in check before he does something too impulsive to reverse or gets his feelings hurt.

If he'd never taken you to her home, they'd still have their BDSM dynamic, which brings up the issue of blame. Was it your fault? Does she blame you? Does she even care or miss the man?They seemed to pair well despite his gripes that she was troublesome.

Funny... You'd think he'd love a troublesome woman. He say he like spice and Shay had that with the experience to match, so then why choose you? Why not her over you or her and you? He could've made it work. Something about her being too dominant seems like a copout for him, looking back..

"I see some familiar faces. Faith.. Nicki.. Lynn.. Janell.." Her ruby red lips part in a smile and there's something about the simplest of her motions. Everything is a subtle demand for power.. "I see a lot of new faces too," her eyes roll down the line to yours, lingering briefly like she wants to say much more. Her eyes lower for the briefest of moments and where you anticipated malice, there seems to be none. There's something on her mind instead.

"You good," Ava nudges your side in question. You flinch slightly but nod. There's something Shay wants to get out but she can't with everyone else present.

"I want us to get to know each other in here as women. We all have our reasons for being here.. Let's go around the room. I'll start," Shay announces with a slow walk to her right, a natural sway to her hips. "As some of you may know, my name is Shayla Berry, Shay for short aka SugarDoll. Yes, I am an exotic dancer. Yes, I am a dominatrix," her eyes roll playfully. "I also paint by trade and teach pole fitness. I am a multifaceted business woman with a flare for the artistic," her black painted fingers flare. "I meditated on having my own successful studio and then I manifested it to reality when I rented this place a few months ago and baby when I tell you the law of attraction works, I am flourishing."

She gestures to her right and the introductions begin from the repeat students as well as the new. There's a teacher and a nurse present. Everyone's common goal seems to boil down to exploring their sensuality while having fun with dance and getting in a good workout. Then there's Toni. She's a traveler, which you knew. She likes to shop and eat. What you didn't know was that she is also a pilot and works 100 hours a week max. As for Ava, you knew she was originally from the ATL and lived a sugar baby life, but you did not know that she was raised amongst strippers and that she's also an audiologist. She had to explain to the class what an audiologist was.

"And you?" Shay's fiery eyes focus in as she takes a half step towards you.

"Y/N," you say as if she doesn't already know. She knows more than Toni and Ava, she saw your whole coochie for the sake of giving you a biology lesson. Embarrassing.. "I'm from Cali.. born and raised. I don't travel that often, but I'd love to go to Europe.. I love movies, it's really all I do.. watch movies, sleep, and work.. I work in cybersecurity."

"You prevent hackers?" Ava's neck cranes and you nod as she gives a look of approval.

"This is probably messed up," you pause as she and Toni both look up, "But I don't know why I assumed you two were spending men's money in the mall when we met," you whisper feeling superficial. Just because they're universally gorgeous like celebrities doesn't mean they aren't successful outside of that and able to afford the finer things on their own accord. You can do both.

"..We were," Ava shrugs simply. "My money stay in my savings.. I haven't paid a bill with my own money in two years."

"Work smarter not harder babe," Toni smirks. "You oughtta know."

"That's just it, I don't know because that's not something I've experienced because Erik and I are friends with benefits..," you sigh. "A lot of benefits..."

When introductions wrap up, the lesson starts and Shay jumps right into it with terminology foreign to you.

"This is a mixed pole fitness class.. So go ahead and face your poles, we're going to start with some body rolls. Hands low on the pole like so," she demonstrates. "Roll it out." Her body waves in a fluid S motion. "Chest, abs, hips... Chest, abs, hips.. Let it roll, smoothly down to the floor and up. Y/N, get on your tiptoes, baby. Lexi, get your arms involved. Stick that ass out, don't be scared.. Perfect. I'm watching all of y'all," she says pointedly. "..Again."

You watch and try your best to duplicate, your S moreso a stiff Z and she switches her hand position to the top of her pole.

"Now we're gonna walk around and this helps loosen the joints. Think tight and tall as you stride around the pole on those toes. I don't want any flat feet. Keep on your imaginary heels, Y/N," he blinks your way. "Now stop on the side and circle those hips." Her hips rotate as though they're on a swivel.

When you look to Toni and Ava, they're already moving like pros which tells you they do this often. They travel together, shop together, share life, and take classes like this together. They're already extremely close. It's surprising they'd think to invite you into their circle..

"Outside arm and leg sweeps back, across the floor, sweep out and back."

"Like you're swimming," someone adds.

"Exactly, like you're swimming. Next move, grab that knee, pull it up and out, soft hands, open that chest, roll it back... same leg flick the toe and kick forward."

"I can't go that high," the same woman from before says."

"That's fine, go to where you're comfortable. Lunge back same leg.. and we're going to repeat the process with the other leg."

The routine goes on minutes more until she gets to a pirouette which is a more familiar term. Unfortunately, that's followed by slow pushups which, of course, doesn't happen. Toni uses her knees, but Ava does the full set of pushups. She's the only one.

"Showoff," Toni mutters.

The next moves require a lot of knee pivoting and borderline twerking in slow motion. You feel the workout in your thighs, your knees, your abs, and your back. It's only been fifteen minutes out of the hour and you're stopping for water. Some of the motions have been easy to grasp, but some have been frustrating. It's only my first time, you remind yourself.

Thirty minutes in, you've developed an idea of how to move and what to incorporate into your sex life.. when it revives. Putting the moves together into a routine is the current issue.

"I could do some of this," you say to Ava. "I just wish I could borrow some of your core strength."

"You'll get it with time, stay consistent. I'm holding you to it."

"Y/N," Shay calls out as she body rolls and raises her leg high. "What's this about you not knowing how to dance, mama?"

"Huh," I pause standing straight. She remembered. "Well I can dance. I can do the nae nae and the little tiktok dances, but this..," I gesture to the pole. "This is a different story. I guess I'm not the seductive type."

"Have you ever had sex?"

The question cuts and you feel all eyes glued on you. She must know that you and Erik have already.. on multiple occasions...

"....Of course."

"Then... you're the seductive type," she says simply. "Dance is a style of communication. It's about movement and seduction." She comes close and her finger gently snakes your collarbone as she circles you, standing directly behind, her slim hands on your waist.

"We really need to talk.. later," she whispers quietly in your ear. Her hips line up with yours, her center against your ass, and she winds. "If you can walk, you can dance, Y/N. If you can dance, the seduction is that much easier.." This time her words are addressed to the class. Her hips guide yours against the pole as she grinds against it through you. "Follow my rhythm."

You move exactly as you feel her move, in a groove, and after a few moments when you've perfected the body roll she backs up. When you do it on your own in the mirror, you have the S shape down pact.

"That's it, I'm coming back," you smile at the pole. At the end of class you're sore and tired but excited to have picked up some tricks. Meeting Shay's eye, you excuse yourself briefly from Ava and Tony with the excuse of asking about her paintings. "Shay," you whisper once you're close and she leads you out of the space.. far.. all the way outside before she looks around. There's no one standing out nearby, only well groomed trees and sidewalk with some grass and a parking lot.

"How have you been," is the first thing she asks as if she's truly concerned. Her eyes convey a lot.

"Why?.. I'm good," you stare echoing her strange expression. She's having a tough time saying what she wants to say.. she's pausing a lot, hesitating.

"Shay, what's wrong.. I get the feeling you want to tell me something but you're conflicted. I swear I won't run tell Erik.. whatever it is.."

"You're still with him," her brows rise in shock. "Okay so he was serious.. Did he ever mention.. anything about, um.. our last meeting together?"

"You guys had sex one last time, I know about it."

She takes a deep unsteady breath and instantly I know there's more to the story than what he said. She looks around again as if she's nervous.

"He didn't mention anything about.. himself?... As far as what he does...?"

"Hm? Well, yeah, he told me he does the video game thing. We just went to Texas-"

"That's-," she pauses with her mouth wide as if she's deeply confused. "Um.. you know what. Just... be careful okay? Take care of yourself."

"What?" Of all the random things to say. "What are you talking about? Wait," you grab her shoulder as she's walking off. "I feel like you're trying to tell me something about him and I wish you'd just spit it out.."

"Well look at you, definitely got bolder," her eyes flick up and down you. "Actually, it's nothing.. I just wanted to check on you.. make sure you were doing alright, that's all," she smiles, but it doesn't touch her eyes. "I'm going back inside to make sure no one has any further questions for me."

Letting her go, you watch her and something doesn't sit right. She wasn't telling you something and you don't know what that something is, but it's making your mind spin. Ava and Toni come out and walk toward you.

"She showed me one of the paintings in her car," you lie though you're not sure why, it just comes out and they accept it moving on. They have plans to get massages and you're invited there too. The three of you get the full body massage and it's relaxing after all that exercise. When you finally leave them and get to Erik's you OD on water, eat, shower, and watch TV upstairs until you pass out sleep.

The next day, they contact you on your lunch break and actually meet you for brunch, happy to see where you work. You have to apologize to Tanner for canceling lunch plans with him. He's so used to eating with you and vice versa. You've gotten used to looking into his pretty blue eyes. At least he gets to meet Toni and Ava briefly and they call him white chocolate which he eats up. You throw subliminals that maybe he and Toni should hook up but neither seem truly interested outside of surface good- natured flirting.

The following day after work is the beach. The three of you sunbathe while sharing stories about family and teen years. "This is the life," you jest laid back on your towel with your sunglasses on feeling warm and toasty. "I've been missing this. I need to meet more people to do things like this with, I get tired of sitting home alone."

"Aww. I don't wanna leave you here by yourself. I wish we didn't have to leave Cali or maybe you could come south with us," Toni says, but it's not realistic. They can afford to travel all the time but you have to work. When they do leave, you see them off.

-----

"I asked for chocolate," Erik grumbled laid out in his hospital bed six weeks into bed rest. They'd given him vanilla snack pack and he hated vanilla.

"Here you go," his nurse teased, used to his temper. "Stubborn ass.. I will personally bring you your chocolate pudding."

"Two.. and take this nasty one with you," he hudged it toward her. She laughed.

"Baby you can eat all the chocolate pudding you want when you up outta here. You finally got the go ahead as long as you stay the fuck off that damn leg.. Don't kiss your teeth, you've been doing everything short of p90x up in here."

"I wasn't on my leg though, those were upper body workouts.."

"You still need to relax."

"Hell yeah.. soon as I get my pudding.."

She shook her head, amused. Erik knew that once he left she'd think of him still. She was pretty nice though, so maybe he'd think of her too.. just maybe. He thought of telling her the truth before leaving... Perhaps he'd be there if she ever needed someone permanently removed from her life at a discounted rate..

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heavenly nobodies (or “the fog”) • graham/reader

this is a bit heavier than usual, ladies. proceed w caution. tw for mentions of abusive relationships, drug abuse and reader has no self-esteem at all. nothing too descriptive in that sense though

on a lighter note, reader n graham are basically two lost adults acting like petty children

a quick disclaimer: its not my intention in *any way* to glorify or romanticize drug abuse or basically anything any of these characters do - its messed up shit. this is fiction, don't take it seriously, please

if this fic was a song, even though its titled after a lush song, it would be lark by angel olsen i guess. might have a sequel someday i dunno

+18, as always. contains smut. this is sososososo long and has went through so many rewrites im sorry. but i do think its my best fic yet!

set in the mid 90s

word count: 3.780

You still remember the day it began.

A nasty fight took place between Graham and Alex. You only got involved because your relationship became one of the topics of the heated debate. Long story short, Graham basically screamed at you two that you, Y/N, were wasting your life away by dating someone like James.

At first you were blind with rage and defended your decadent relationship while insulting Coxon until your throat burned from the screaming match, but afterwards, after you caught yourself thinking a little too long about how James' eyes sometimes seemed to hover over you with an indifference Coxon's never, ever showed, and how it hurt to see Alex in the arms of an entire sea of more attractive women than you - and how shallow you've become for even trying to excuse his behavior with something as empty as the fact you weren't as stereotypically beautiful as the other girls he screwed, you noticed something wasn't quite right about the entire situation, but you still felt shivers at the prospect of telling him you were sorry. He also had a lot to apologize for.

The fog. That's what's been messing with your mind lately. And Graham's. And everyone else's.

It's hard to think about things clearly as they happen in your life when all you feel during most of it is hedonistic, empty bliss. Everything moves in slow motion. The regret, the harsh words, always come afterwards, like a sudden car crash, after people realize the very real consequences of what they said and done while they were immersed in their own very temporary, elusive, pleasures. The fog also made you bitter - not only you, but Graham, Alex and the other boys as well; your relationship with them as a group of friends and individually, each in a different way, consequently turned into a toxic, resentful mess of chaotic feelings and unresolved conflicts. Your relationship with Graham was by far the most affected.

You grew up together. You went to the same college. You very briefly had a thing. He drew you lots and lots of times, you haven't lost a drawing. You realized you didn't love him like *that* and he was okay with it. You were still as close as ever.

Then you met his other friends. In the beginning, he was so excited about this whole "band" thing. The boys were funny, compelling, undoubtedly hard to deal with sometimes, but you got them quickly. Their music very gradually became successful - they deserved it. They sounded so good together. You noticed Graham was a bit jealous of how you interacted with the other boys sometimes. Damon and Dave were the first ones who tried (hard) to bed you, but Alex, effortlessly, was the one who got to.

One night turned into two, three, fifteen. Then into a fucked up prototype of a relationship around the time their stages got bigger, more packed with screaming teenagers and all of you met her – heroin. Graham got proportionally and gradually more distressed and anxious each day. You didn't know which one of these things disturbed him the most, after all, he didn't speak to you (or anyone, for fuck's sake) like he used to. Thousands of little things began to intercalate and swallow everything you've built together.

You've started to hate him - he refused to speak to you about what was bothering him, and you barely talked outside of the inevitable circumstances. Meanwhile, Alex dragged you even deeper into his questionable lifestyle and you shrinked into it until you could pretend it fit you like a glove. You felt so small. Invisible to everything and everyone who truly mattered, even to yourself. You tried to reach out to the one who mattered most plenty of times, but every time you tried to reach out to him it would end up in screams and even more resentment. It seemed like there was no way back - he hated you as well because he thought you were just like Alex. It felt like a knife was twisted in your stomach when he said it the first time. You pretended it didn't hurt the other ones - those were the nights your binges were the worst and you'd vomit yourself to sleep, though.

Everything was leading you to one of those nights again, until you heard a knock on your door. At this time of night, it was definitely Alex.

You tried to tidy yourself up as much as you could in a matter of a few minutes. You thought you weren't as effortlessly beautiful as the other women in his life - as if cheating had something to do with appearance and not with his character, but oh well - and you felt like you had to at least try to keep up with their pace. You washed your face, smeared some foundation on some old stretch (and track) marks and tried to pretend his presence was the brightest spot on your day. He disguised so much criticism under the pretense of worry, leaving you feeling so bad about yourself, but you needed his approval like you needed air on your lungs (or opioids on your veins) for some reason you couldn't quite explain.

You open the door, holding your breath while you tried to ignore the pit that grew on your stomach just to find out that...

"Graham?" You were simultaneously relieved and revolted to see him on your door. Adrenaline ran through your veins. You didn't realize how afraid you were of him - you've only hurt one another with words, but still, you were afraid to cross eyes with him just because you felt like it would start another fight and you would simply never speak to each other ever again, not even to fight. You were afraid of how deep your friendship has corroded.

He was visibly hurting, just like you. It comforted and hurt you to see it.

"You were waiting for him, weren't you?" He noted, vaguely motioning towards the lipstick on your lips. You felt pathetic.

"What are you doing here?" You quickly wiped the lipstick off your lips while he looks around, not really knowing what to answer. His eyes, puffy, somehow indicated he wasn't there to say he was sorry. At that point, you didn't even cared who was in the wrong. You just wanted to know why he was there.

"Just came here to tell you that... I'm leaving Blur, and... I'll be moving to Germany with a friend. Tomorrow."

"What kind of joke is this?"

"I wanted to tell you because... I felt like we got so used to each other's presence t-that... even if you're relieved by the news, uh, I think you should know in advance."

There was no mischief in his eyes. There was no point in joking with something like that. It's not like you were comfortable enough with each other to joke with each other nowadays anyway. That realization crushed you and anchored you to the very confusing and tragic reality just laid out in front of you.

It was so uncharacteristic. You knew of his tendency to run away from these types of situations and this time he simply didn't. Your mouth refused to close. "I-I don't understand. You... You can't... You can't just do that. You have a fucking gig tomorrow!"

"I won't justify myself to you. Just... take care of yourself and... don't let that leech suck the life out of you more than he already did."

"You don't understand. You don't understand anything. Is this about him? Again?" In yet another wave of adrenaline, you pulled him inside your flat and he just lets you. "Are you moving to bloody Germany because of what went on between us today?!"

"I don't care that you don't love me. I care that I can't go for a fucking day without seeing you waste away your life with him. If he was someone that made you happy... but he's just killing you. I can't deal with that."

Still in shock, you pulled him in a desperate kiss. It was not an attempt of making him stay, but something else entirely new. He had to say he was leaving so you could really know, in a matter of a few seconds, how much you needed him there.

His reciprocity simultaneously broke your heart and filled it with hope - you knew how far your relationship with Alex went and how tough it would be to break free from the chains he's got your heart tangled in, but at the same time, Coxon kissed you in a way no one else ever did. He loved you like no one else could. And that's how you noticed how easily you clinged to any sign of true affection given how much Alex's been neglecting your emotional and physical needs lately. Everything was about him all the time, it was a monologue. Graham and you had a conversation.

(A conversation that lasted all night. Thankfully, Alex didn't show up. He must've been talking to someone else.)

Instead of sweet nothings and love confessions, funnily enough, you and Graham exchanged soft "I hate you"s after the deed was done. You both hated the situation you were in. Hated that even though the passion burned hot as fire between you, you were stuck in a mess bigger than everything that just went through both of you. But never each other. You just couldn't name the feeling right.

Perhaps needless to mention, he stayed in the United Kingdom. Instead of sitting and talking like adults about what you felt about each other though, the bickering somehow became even worse.

Of course you started to take his side on fights more often. Mock Alex's behavior together more often. Something definitely changed between the two of you, but it still wasn't enough. Graham was still furious that you wouldn't give up on James. You were still furious that he wouldn't take your relationship with Alex seriously. It had its many faults, yes, but it was special in a way no one else grasped and you were raised to think that people shouldn't give up on others that easily, a convention that no modern deconstruction of social norms could take out of you out of a sudden. Not even Graham. But instead of raising your voices and breaking things around you, you've found other means to release the tension between you. Usually in dark corners of untidy pubs, his flat or yours. It became so frequent it didn't need any planning anymore.

Following the opposite path of the earlier days of your animosity, the more intense the fights got now, the lower your voices got. Instead of distancing yourselves from each other in the middle of screams, your bodies got closer like magnets. He could be so tender somehow even when his words stung like venom.

You were living and breathing contradictions. Him in the way he conveys his hopeless submissiveness to you in the way every touch of yours breaks him and the way he just isn't able to cum if he sees you're not having enough pleasure, yet he fucks you like he wants it to hurt and pretends nothing happened after you're done; and you in the way you cling to him like he's your lifeline when he's deep inside of you but isn't hesitant to not look him in the eye on some other nights.

The night of one of the parties thrown by Blur's record company following the release of The Great Escape wasn't one of the latter.

While the lower floor of the venue is frenetic with people immersed in different levels of ecstasy caused by all sorts of different substances, the upper floor is reserved to the lovers, or people who were looking for a calmer place to talk or to relatively safely de-escalate from their highs. You, on the other hand, just wanted to run away from the view of Alex kissing another woman in the event he brought you to. You were almost falling asleep in one of the tiny, dimly lit and cramped rooms when a small, familiar voice woke you up. "Why aren't you downstairs with your future husband?"

You feel aloof. The slightest mention of the one you think you love disgruntles you. "Ugh. I should have known it was you," you grumble, giving him room to share the sofa with you. "You know why."

"I don't. Someone once told me I don't understand anything." He accepts the offer almost unconsciously. It's so interesting to see how his actions contradict his words and posture, just like your actions contradict yours.

"I'm still right about that. Why did you come here? To mock me?"

"You're lost."

"And so are you. Don’t talk. I don’t want to hear it."

"Do you want me to leave?" he asks, calmly, knowing what the answer will be.

It's always a no.

You instinctively move closer to him, as if he's about to disappear in a cloud of dust in any moment. You don't ever want him to leave.

He notices your eyes are glistening when your lips touch, so smoothly and in such a tender way. His hands enter your hair, just below your ears, and you melt at his touch all over again.

The kiss starts out slow, then becomes more and more intense. His tongue slides against yours and you whine, clutching at him like he’s the only thing tethering you to this earth. It becomes so easy to let him settle between your thighs. He runs one of his large hands through your hair, fists it, and pulls your head so he can have easier access to your neck, filling it with open-mouthed kisses. “Why the fuck,” you manage to murmur in between heavy breaths, “do you care so much about me?”

He doesn't answer. His fingers trace the hem of your dress instead, skimming up the side of your leg. You whimper as he moves them over the sensitive skin to the apex of your thighs, his lips finding the side of your throat again. He sucks a mark into your skin just as his thumb caress your core so lightly above your underwear and you whisper, voice trembling with desire: "You're so much better than him."

He's not sure if you're just leading him on, and neither are you. He doesn't even know if he has heard it right. The fog really blurs every line. Reason, feelings, motives. "You never cried over me", he answers, seeking to turn that reality around, it seemed. Your hips buck into his touch, and a moan escapes you when his hand coyly seeks direct contact with your clit, stimulating it with precision from the start. "You truly... don't know shit," you gasp, grinding harder against his touch and losing yourself to his ministrations, the fog of an earlier hit helping in enveloping you in a state of so much bliss.

"Do you want me to lock the door?" His raspy voice takes you out of this world. You nod, a little disappointed by having such a great feeling interrupted for the sake of privacy. Your lips were spit-slick and pinkened, your eyes half lidded. The sight made Graham breathe hard through his nose, but he somehow kept his composure. When he goes to lock the door, you couldn't help noticing the tent you helped build in his jeans. You feel proud of yourself.

He returns with the hungry kisses and eager touches, slowly driving you crazy all over again. His kisses lower down, down... and you pat his shoulders, motioning for him to stop. "I want to make you feel good tonight." He accepts the offer.

You scooch downwards, just above his hips, and you pull his pants and the waistband to his briefs down in one swift motion. He's painfully hard, but that was hardly a surprise. Graham straightens his back just in time to watch you take the reddened head of his cock into your mouth. He claps a hand over his mouth, hips bucking upwards into the wet heat instinctively, your warm breath enveloping his dick and clouding his mind.

Wrapping your fingers around it, you gently jerk him off, slowly sliding your hand from the tip back to the base. He groans, watching you as you fill his senses with a dull warmth. You stare back at him, smiling as he groans at your warm breath.

You run the tip of your index finger tentatively along the underside of his cock, watching with fascination as his cock twitches and reacts to your presence. You lean forward, breathing on the head before planting a soft kiss on the tip. Coxon whimpers, his dick aching from your attention. Tired of the teasing, you begin stroking it, your soft fingers loosely bouncing along his shaft. He leans his head back to the ceiling when you kiss the tip again.

You eye his cock excitedly, before you lean forward and lick his head, swirling your tongue around the crown and flicking it across the tip. His hips thrust forward before you can even react, his mind reeling as your tongue slowly traces along a vein you followed from the head all the way to the base. He groans, and was about to say something when his mind went blank. He sees pure white, his brain shutting down almost completely as you wrap your mouth around the end of his cock and set a steady rhythm to the oral stimulation. His chest rumbles as a deep growl of satisfaction leaves him, shaking through the air, the vibrations in your mouth punctuating his growl with a hiss.

He cracks his eyes open, his glazed eyes staring down to find you staring directly at him. The sight of his rigid cock vanishing between your soft lips made his skin crawl. He groans heavily, grasping your head on instinct and thrusting forward.

You gasp lightly as he shoves himself deeper inside your mouth, pushing against your throat. He moans your name desperately, panting heavily as his hips automatically thrust against you. You stand firm, keeping only the front half of his cock in your mouth, slithering your tongue against the crown and watching intently for his reactions. He was close, his mind firmly on fire as his body reacted on autopilot, trying to extract as much pleasure as possible. He could feel his climax approaching, your soft lips and gentle eyes coaxing him on. You look into his eyes and give an experimental bob of your head, taking him further into your mouth. Feeling the characteristic salty taste of precum on your tongue, you take your mouth off his cock, and before his mind is able to form a cohesive sentence of protest, you take off your underwear and sit on his lap. His hands now squeeze your hip, pulling you closer. Your wetness leaves a bit of a trail on his legs before you sink on his hard, already lubricated cock.

"You're addicted to my cock, aren't you," It's fascinating how Graham's behavior changes when he's drunk. In the best and worst ways. He would never say something like that while sober. You nod in agreement, face flush with arousal and need. "He can't even fuck you," he punctuactes with an especially hard thrust, "like I can." he envelops you in a sort of hug as his broad shoulders and arms now dictate the rhythm you both follow.

"He--c-an't, fuck--"

"Do you think," he takes his entire cock out of you just so he can go even deeper when he says, "he'll hear us... if you say my name out loud?" he smiles when a loud moan escapes your lips, feeling completely in control of your body. You can't even talk anymore, just nod, like a marionette.

"So say it." Another thrust. And another. And another. You follow his pace with your hips religiously, not even slightly ashamed of making the name of the one who's giving you so much pleasure public, as he commanded. You take the last atom of control on your body and direct it to your pussy, clenching your walls tighter around him, an action that successfully tears his thoughts apart, making his eyebrows furrow and his mouth, agape. One of his hands move to the middle of your bodies and, as he looks down at where your bodies meet, begins to stimulate your clit to the rhythm of his thrusts. His groans turn louder when your body moves towards his again, and the sound of your moans, along with the sound of skin against skin and your ragged breaths were the only thing you were able to hear, along with the distant sound of It Could Be You playing in the background.

In a daze, he says your name in that unique way that only he knew how to - like it was part of a prayer and your body was his God(dess). You dig your nails into his back while he fucks you without a trace of mercy. You close your eyes, losing yourself in all those sensations as Graham continued his movements. When he punctuates his now even faster thrusts with a string of "fuck, fuck, fuck" - that's when you know he's close, a suspicion confirmed true as he comes hard inside of you, closing his eyes tightly as he reached his climax. You follow him seconds later.

When he recovers enough to be able to breathe calmly and control his heartbeat, Graham rests his chin on your shoulder. Neither of you say anything for a long time.

And when the spasms of pleasure are gone, Graham's brain decides to go back to work and he realizes what had just happened - again. Suddenly, the sensation of bliss is accompanied by that weird sensation of "What do I do now?". He carefully removes his dick from you and pulls his jeans up, zipping up his pants while you straighten your dress and search for your panties in the middle of the dark. Both without saying a single word.

Graham clears his throat, glancing at the mirror behind the door and seeing his state was deplorable. His face reddened by the heat and his hair a perfect mess. You were in no better situation than him.

“Uh,” Graham said a long time later, breaking the silence. “How long is that arrangement supposed to last?”

"I won't count the time." You responded calmly.

He nods, mystified by you.

#graham coxon #graham coxon x reader #graham x reader #britpop #smut #imagine #reader insert #blur #blur band #90s

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cheri-translates · 3 years

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[CN] Fireworks Event - Shaw

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for an event which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

This contains important references to Shaw’s Summer Night Date and his Aftertaste ASMR!

Previous section: here

3rd Anniversary Masterlist: here

Prior to the Carnival, there were questions posed in the Go See You feature which affects which scenario the player sees during the Fireworks Event:

Question 1: If you had to pick, which amusement park attraction do you like the most?

Option A: Something more exhilarating - the Super Splash.

Option B: Attractions like the 4D theatre would be very interesting!

Option C: If it’s with you, the small mine wagons!

Question 2: “A perfect day”? Tell me about it.

Option A: You listening to me for the entire day.

Option B: Receiving the present I want most.

[ Prologue ]

Although the golden glow of sunset descends quietly, the liveliness of the amusement doesn’t reduce by one bit.

Shaw: It’s almost time to head over.

MC: What?

Seeing my puzzled expression, Shaw frowns, then reaches out to flick my forehead.

Shaw: You’ve already forgotten what you said yourself?

[ Option A: Something more exhilarating - the Super Splash. ]

When we arrive at our destination, we happen to make it just in time for the final ride of the “Super Splash” attraction.

Unexpectedly, he remembered the answer I gave to him a few days earlier. A smile involuntarily surfaces on my lips.

However, when we board the boat, I realise that Shaw isn’t really that excited.

MC: ...why don’t you look excited at all? Don't you like such exhilarating rides?

Shaw: What’s so exhilarating about getting drenched? If you like it, you can report to me daily. I can help you experience it every day.

MC: There’s no need for that...

While saying this, I open the raincoat in my hands, but see that there’s a very large hole at the top.

MC: Oh no, my raincoat is broken!

At this moment, the staff member has already walked over to us, preparing to press down on the safety bars.

Shaw: Hold on.

Shaw signals that he should wait, then smoothly removes his raincoat, covering it over me.

Shaw: Wear it properly.

MC: But you...

Shaw: There are no ‘but’s. I don’t want to see how silly you’ll look sneezing in front of me later.

Along with the low grunts of the machinery, the boat makes its gradual ascent. Shaw crosses his arms over his chest, seated unperturbedly.

MC: Why don’t you wear my raincoat? It could shield you from some of the water.

Shaw: No need. I’ll get drenched anyway.

Faint light illuminates our faces. The boat has already reached the opening of the cave. I refuse to give in, handing him the raincoat.

MC: ...you really aren’t going to cover yourself?

Shaw: Nope.

With his words, the boat dives vertically. A sense of weightlessness overcomes me instantly, and the surrounding water floats around us like mist. In the midst of the misty rain, I reach out with both my arms, pulling Shaw tightly to myself.

Shaw’s eyes widen slightly. As compared to the vertically falling boat, the scene before him seems to leave him even more in shock.

Perhaps he hasn’t even noticed that the corners of his lips have curled upwards, akin to the vague rainbows underneath the misty rain.

After getting off the boat, I look at Shaw excitedly.

MC: Wasn’t it even more interesting than imagined? You had a great time, didn’t you!

Shaw casts a glance at me, releasing a soft “hmph”.

Shaw: It was all right. But it was pretty sudden...

MC: What?

Shaw: Nothing much.

Rain gradually patters down, which is a little special for a winter day.

Although I tried my best to cover him earlier, there are still numerous areas where he got drenched.

Water droplets pelt onto Shaw’s fringe, which make his pretty golden coloured eyes all the more bright.

MC: This rain came so abruptly...

Shaw: Forget about it. It’d stop after a while. Where do you plan to go next?

[ Option B: Attractions like the 4D theatre would be very interesting! ]

Because of the carnival event, the 4D theatre has also prepared all sorts of movies for visitors to choose from.

Unexpectedly, he remembered the answer I gave to him a few days earlier. A smile involuntarily surfaces on my lips.

MC: Shaw, what kind of movie do you want to watch?

Shaw: It’s fine as long as it’s interesting.

MC: What kind of a request is that... mm, what about this comedy?

Shaw: Looks pretty boring.

MC: A horror film?

Shaw: I’m not afraid.

Shaw suddenly reaches out to the screen with a finger, and points at the name of a film.

Shaw: This one doesn't look bad.

MC: “Speed” ...have you watched it before?

Shaw: Nope.

Shaw shrugs, as though it’s a natural thing.

Shaw: The name isn’t bad.

Since I don’t have an opinion, we end up selecting the movie which Shaw thinks has a pretty good name.

Perhaps because it’s too hardcore for couples, there aren’t many people in the viewing hall.

The edited film very quickly enters its climax. On the screen, the protagonist is blocked by the antagonist at the intersection. In the next second, a punch heads squarely towards his face--

MC: !

I suddenly feel someone “hitting” my shoulder.

Scanning my surroundings, I don’t see anyone around. As such, I tug at Shaw’s sleeve, speaking softly--

MC: Watch the movie properly.

Shaw: ?

Shaw furrows his brows slightly, lacking understanding.

I ignore him, whipping my head around to continue watching the movie. However, in less than half a minute, someone “hits” me again from the back.

MC: ...

Turning my head, I reach out to whack the person next to me.

MC: [softly] Is it really that fun? Pay attention.

Shaw fixes his eyes on me for a while. Then, he suddenly leans in closer, grabbing my wrist.

The light from the screen illuminates his face. I can sense his unsuppressed gaze, and I feel inexplicably nervous.

MC: ...what is it?

He doesn’t respond, but simply draws even closer, his warm breath falling on my ear--

Shaw: [softly] Are you a fool?

After saying this, he tugs my hand, placing it on the back of the chair. A wave of tremors occur in a second.

He swings the hand he’s holding onto tightly. Even after shooting him an apologetic gaze, he doesn’t loosen his grip.

Shaw: Hmph.

After the movie ends, we stand at the entrance of the theatre. I smile at Shaw, a little embarrassed.

MC: ...hehe, I was wrong for accusing you earlier.

Shaw: Oh? So how do you plan to make up for it?

[ Option C: If it’s with you, the small mine wagons! ]

A light breeze blows my hair up. The relatively slow-moving small mine wagons courses along the mountain range, moving into the ore mine shimmering with jewels.

Unexpectedly, he remembered the answer I gave to him a few days earlier. A smile involuntarily surfaces on my lips.

Shaw: You’re smiling so happily. Looks like you’ve finally found an attraction suited for you.

A teasing voice drifts to my ear.

Turning my head, I see that Shaw is leaning against the chair of the small mine wagon, and the entire image looks like a strange fit.

MC: Pfft...

Shaw: What’s so funny?

MC: I thought you’d be vehemently against this.

Shaw: Why?

MC: After all, these types of attractions are really boring to you, aren’t they?

Shaw: It is pretty boring.

Shaw pauses, then he continues.

Shaw: But after getting to know you, we’ve done so many boring things together. Not just this.

The cooling wind lifts his fringe up gently. Although he said that it’s boring, Shaw’s face reveals a relaxed and pure smile.

The mine car gradually climbs to the highest spot. A tender emotion follows suit, bubbling upwards from my heart. Just as I’m about to say something, a shrill cry suddenly comes from behind us.

Visitor: Waaa-----!!!

After a short silence, Shaw and I can’t help but laugh. He leans over, sticking close to my ear.

Shaw: Hey. When you on the U-shaped rollercoaster earlier, did you want to scream like that too?

MC: Of course not!

Shaw: Oh?

Capturing a hint of playfulness in Shaw’s eyes, there’s a stirring in my heart, and I clear my throat--

MC: It was so scary--

Shaw is stunned for a moment. With a laugh, he responds.

Shaw: You’re so lame--

We laugh while looking at each other, feeling an indescribable carefreeness and relaxation. As such, I summon my strength, and scream loudly.

MC: Shaw, you’re even more lame--

I fail to notice that the small mine wagons are currently passing by a ravine. The ravine is open and spacious, and echos are given extra effect.

"Shaw, you’re even more lame--”, "Shaw, you’re even more lame--”, "Shaw, you’re even more lame...”

Shaw: ...

MC: ...

The entire ravine echoes with my voice.

After we get off the small mine wagon, I try to placate Shaw by shooting him a smile.

MC: Sorry, I didn’t think my voice would be so loud...

Shaw looks at me angrily, then bends his finger to tap on my head.

Shaw: In that case, how do you plan to make it up to me?

[ PART TWO PROLOGUE ]

After pondering for a moment, I feel apologetic, taking out a map from my bag, and shooting him a secret smile.

Following the map, I bring Shaw to a veranda.

As the fireworks display is about to begin, visitors have all rushed to the plaza, and this place doesn’t have many people.

Shaw: Why did you bring me here?

MC: You don’t really like liveliness, do you? There are few people here, it’s quiet, and it’s a good place to view the fireworks.

I wave the map in front of him in satisfaction.

MC: I did quite a lot of homework and found this ideal spot. How is it? Do you feel a little touched?

Shaw doesn’t say anything, simply looking at me quietly. After a short pause, his eyebrows suddenly arch upwards.

Shaw: Hey, do you still remember the other question I asked you?

[ Option A: You listening to me for the entire day. ]

After a few seconds of recollection, I nod.

MC: You were talking about what counts as “a perfect day”, right? Back then, my answer was that I hoped you’d listen to me for the entire day.

Shaw: That’s right. But a day is definitely not possible. I’ll give you thirty seconds to think about it, and you can make me do anything.

I blink, a little dumbfounded.

Shaw: From now, the countdown will begin--

MC: W-wait! Isn’t this too sudden?

Shaw: I don’t think so. Twenty-five seconds left.

MC: Let me think about it!

Shaw: Rejected. Twenty-three seconds.

MC: You... I want you to...

Shaw: Twenty seconds.

MC: ...stop counting!!

While Shaw does the countdown, time passes quickly. By the time he finishes counting, I have yet to decide on what he should do.

In the end, I release a sigh.

MC: ...forget it.

Shaw: Six... hm?

His voice halts.

MC: I think you're pretty good the way you are right now.

I pause, looking at him seriously.

MC: Very infuriating at times, but very straightforward, and very frank. There’s nothing special I want you to do. If I have to say something, it’d be for you to remain the way you are right now.

Shaw is stunned for a moment. His eyes are fixed on me. After a moment, he suddenly lowers his head and laughs.

I’m not sure which sentence tickled him, and I look at him with mild confusion.

Shaw: Have I ever told you that you’re really very interesting sometimes?

MC: ...only sometimes?

Although I’m not sure what he’s thinking about, I can’t help but smile when I see him laughing so heartily.

Gradually, he has his fill of laughter. As he looks at me, his voice brings with it a smile and certainty.

Shaw: I think you’re pretty good the way you are too. I quite like it.

My heart seems to be tugged by something. Shaw looks at me and chuckles softly.

Shaw: I’ll agree to it. The other request you said offhandedly, I’ll agree to it too.

MC: What?

Shaw: Mull over it yourself.

[ Option B: Receiving the present I want most. ]

Looking at him, I respond after a moment.

MC: I even thought you forgot about it.

A few days ago, Shaw asked me what counts as “a perfect day”. Back then, my response as “receiving the present I want most”.

MC: But seeing that you’re empty-handed and didn’t even bring a bag, it looks like you didn’t prepare a present.

Shaw: How did you know I didn’t prepare anything? Not bringing a bag doesn’t mean I came empty-handed.

He whips out his phone from his pocket. Seconds after giving it a few taps, I feel the phone in my bag vibrating.

I tap on the screen, and see that Shaw has sent me a message - he’s shared an album with me.

MC: “Cherish life, stay away from late nights”...what’s this?

Shaw: An album for insomnia I prepared for you.

Seeing that I'm slightly baffled, a hint of a smile flashes across Shaw’s eyes.

Shaw: Doesn’t everyone want good health?

MC: ...you’re not wrong. But I think the words “stay away from late nights” don’t carry much persuasive power when they’re from you.

Shaw: Exactly. Don’t stay up late so often. Don’t learn from me.

Curious, I tap on the album, and discover that its filled with jazz, blues, classics, and all sorts of songs.

MC: So you don’t just listen to rock...

Shaw: What kind of strange misunderstandings do you have about me?

I scroll to the bottom, and notice a few familiar rock songs - I see them often on Shaw’s MP4.

MC: Pfft, isn’t this an album for insomnia?

Shaw: Mm. If you really can’t sleep, then you might as well not sleep.

MC: Thank you. I quite like this present.

I nod sincerely, shooting him a smile.

MC: I came across a saying once. “Through a persons’ playlist, you can understand him even more.” In that case, when I finish listening to all the songs in this album, does it mean I’ll have a better understanding of you?

He looks at me, the corners of his lips rising slowly. The night is behind him, as though he’s a part of this present.

Shaw: You could give it a try.

“Bang--” A firework suddenly blooms in the sky, and we look towards the sound.

[ PART TWO ENDING ]

The resplendent fireworks seem to brighten the entire night. In the gorgeous flowing lights, that colour I had chosen is especially outstanding.

[ FIREWORKS ]

Shaw: Don’t you think watching the fireworks like this is pretty boring?

MC: In that case, how does one make it more interesting?

Shaw: You’ve got to add background music.

He takes out an MP4 from his pocket, and a pair of earpieces are suddenly stuffed into my ears.

The world quietens down in an instant, but I can still vaguely hear the fireworks.

Shaw presses the ‘play’ button, and a melody slowly flows into the earpieces--

This is the song I wrote based on his demo the other time. It’s just that the music has become even fuller, and the melody is much more complete.

This song, which he had originally given up on, has now integrated the styles of two people, leaving a mark belonging to us.

The night wind brushes my cheeks. A certain corner in the depths of my heart seems to be filled incrementally by this foreign yet familiar melody.

All of a sudden, Shaw moves his lips, as though he’s saying something.

Just as I plan to remove the earpieces to hear him properly, he reaches out to clasp his hands over mine.

Light from the fireworks descend on his parting and closing lips. The sound waves from the earpieces convey his words to me clearly.

Shaw looks at the girl blinking at him in bewilderment, and he laughs.

Shaw knows the contents of what he recorded a few days ago, and also knows that right now, she can’t hear his voice.

He calculates the timing. The sounds coming from the earpieces seem to grab her attention. Rarely nervous, he clears his throat and starts speaking.

Shaw: [in the earpieces] Come to think of it, there are some things I want to tell you.

Shaw: I know you can’t hear this, but there are still some things I want to tell you.

Shaw: [in the earpieces] A year has gone by. You’re still so troublesome, and always love going against me.

Shaw: I’ll admit - in this year, life has become more interesting than before.

Shaw: [in the earpieces] It seems like on these types of days, people say some things symbolically.

Shaw: Although it sounds cliche, since you treat these days seriously, I have to reluctantly say some things.

Shaw: [in the earpieces] I know what you’re anticipating. But I won’t say it.

Shaw: Listen properly. I'm only going to say this once, so cherish it.

A firework explodes in the air. Along with the drum-like beats, his words strike my heart--

Shaw: [in the earpieces] Definitely not.

Shaw: Happy anniversary. This is just our beginning.

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc shaw #SHAW IS SO SWEET #SHWEET #one line summary: Shaw is a 11/10 boyfriend #gavin's no. 1 place in my heart is no longer secure

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staticscreenwriting · 4 years

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Wonderful tonight // F.M.

Synopsis: Reader is Pope’s sister and her and Frankie have been dancing around each other for years. Now Pope is getting married and emotions are running high and Frankie and Reader are both single at the same time for the first time ever. It’s all about the longing, the yearning.

A/N: This entire thing was inspired by that picture of Pedro in the header and how handsome he is. This is my first time writing for this fandom and I rewrote this story about 5 million times. If you like it let me know if you don’t then you can also let me know if you want. I did run this through spellcheck but it’s not really edited. I don’t have the time, honestly. Just ignore mistakes, please and thank you. Hope you enjoy.

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

“ One day I’m gonna stand right over there. I’m gonna wear an expensive suit and shiny shoes. I’m gonna get my hair done real nice, and probably have a flower pinned to my jacket. My hands will be clammy and my heart will be racing. There will be flowers, lots of them, all over the garden. We'll have a musician playing acoustic guitar. All my friends will be there, and — and our entire crazy family. And I’m gonna get married to the love of my life. Right here. And things will be good. People will be happy.”

“ Mom will probably be crying. “

“ Oh for sure. “

As she steps out into the garden, (Y/N) can’t help but let her mind wander back to that one summer night a long time ago. Pope was fresh out of high school then, about to move out and start the rest of his life, away from home. Nights like these, sitting in the garden of their childhood home and sharing silly stories and hopes and fears, were numbered. That’s the thing about having siblings, it really only occurs to you how important they are to you when you’re faced with the idea of a life without them. So they sat there, on the steps of the porch, ice-cold cans of coke in hand and hearts open and vulnerable. Pope had never shared any of his dreams with her, not like this at least. But maybe him leaving home made him feel nostalgic too.

Her eyes meet his across the aisle and he smiles at her with his signature Santiago Garcia smile, the one that’s gotten him out of so much trouble when he was younger, the one that looks so much like their mother’s. An ocean of flowers surrounds him, just like he said it would. And their entire crazy family has taken their seats, ready to watch him get married to the love of his life. (Y/N) has always been proud of her brother's achievements, in and outside of the army. But she’s never been more proud than today.

Will softly links his arm with her’s as they walk down the aisle to take their respective places as bridesmaid and groomsman. The air is filled with the soft melodic strumming of an acoustic guitar and the perpetual scent of peonies. The rational part of (Y/N)’s brain knows that life isn’t like the movies but maybe, she thinks, sometimes life grants us a little moment in which we get to relish in a bit of that magic that makes those films so enchanting.

Just as she’s predicted all those years ago, her mother is crying. Big happy tears roll down her blushed cheeks. If we’re being entirely honest, neither (Y/N) nor their mother had really believed they’d ever see Pope up there, wearing an expensive suit and shiny shoes and waiting for the love of his life to walk down the aisle so he can marry her and start their happily ever after. Then again, ever since he was little Pope always found a way to get the things he wanted if he only set his mind to it. The sky was and still is the limit for her brother and that is something (Y/N) is infinitely envious of and wonderfully amazed by at the same time.

As they reach the front, Will lets go of her arm and walks right to stand with Pope and the groomsmen and she walks to the left stepping up beside the maid of honor.

It all goes so fast from then on, one more bridesmaid and groomsman, the flower girls, then the bride. She looks gorgeous and she’s smiling the biggest smile. It’s one that just radiates with pure unfiltered joy. And there’s love in her eyes. So much love. The way she looks at Pope leaves no doubt about her feelings for him. It’s the most basic of all human emotions and yet the most complex to grasp though at that moment, in her eyes and his, it’s so clear to see and so easy to understand.

(Y/N) feels her heart do a little stutter as she allows herself, for the first time that day, to let her eyes wander towards the row of groomsmen. This is, by all accounts, a bad decision that’s only gonna hurt. Self-destructive behavior is something she’s pretty good at though.

Frankie stands next to Pope like a rock, sturdy and determined and ready to catch him if he were to stumble or fall. That is something so enigmatic about Frankie. As flimsy and unpredictable he can be when it comes to himself, he’s incredibly loyal towards his friends and loved ones. He does not falter, does not shake. Not for his loved ones, never.

The dark blue suit looks good on him, it fits him like a glove and it must’ve been expensive. Though (Y/N) can’t help but feel like something is missing. This isn’t the Frankie she knows. The one she —. Granted, it’s been years but still, there’s something funny and peculiar about Frankie in a fancy suit.

His lips are pulled up in a small, gentle smile. One that makes a comfortable warmth settle in (Y/N)’s heart. This man is both so familiar and yet so complicated. He’s been a constant in (Y/N)’s life for a long while now, ever since the first time Pope brought him around for dinner. Even without any blood relation, those two are brothers through and through. Will and Benny too. Those four, forever bound to one another by the horrors they’ve seen, the pain they’ve felt, and the family that developed along the way.

(Y/N) loves those boys, they are as much a part of her family now as they are of Pope's and yet, something about Frankie always felt different. From the first moment, their eyes met, the air filled with a strong magnetic pull. Invisible but palpable. It was always special. Always. Frankie is the kind of guy one can call at 3 am because you’ve heard a scary sound and don’t feel safe and he’ll jump into his car and come check it out for you and protect you, no questions asked. And he never wants anything in return. He just gives because that’s what his heart tells him too. The world, (Y/N) thinks, needs more people like Frankie.

He’s not without his issues, far from it really, and (Y/N) can acknowledge that. But the sum of his faults does not undo the size of his heart. Somewhere along the way of their friendship things changed. It was a gradual change, slow and steady like water down a stream. Glances lingered, hands kept brushing more frequently and the air held a perpetual sizzle of static. Though neither of them ever admitted it, they both knew it was there. Hell, even the boys, foolish and naive as they could be, noticed. It was a well-known secret.

If life really was a movie, the two of them would’ve gotten a happily ever after by now. A dance on a rooftop, a kiss in the rain, a soft indie song leading them into the end credits. A gentle epilogue to a slow burn romance.

But life really isn’t a movie. Everything seems to be working against them. Mostly time and cultural conventions. This man is her brother’s friend. Her brother’s brother. You don’t date your brother's friends, that’s like an unwritten rule. But time is probably the worst of their enemies. It never seems to be on their side. They’ve never been single at the same time. Frankie went through several more or less serious relationships and while (Y/N) hasn’t found anyone to settle down with permanently, there’d been men she lent her heart to.

Last year, just a few weeks before Pope swept his band of merry men off on their suicide mission to Colombia, (Y/N) moved back home after ending a 3-year relationship. Dave was — he was nice. Nice and secure and stable and boring. Something about him felt too squeaky clean. That night, looking at old pictures of herself and the boys that were proudly displayed on the fireplace in her parent’s living room, it became abundantly clear to her that Dave wasn’t the problem. The problem was that Dave wasn’t Francisco. She’d really set her mind to it then, to pull herself together and muster up the courage to finally seek a conversation with him about the elephant in the room they both had refused to acknowledge for so long. She’d been determined. Then Pope dropped a bomb on her.

“So Frankie and his girl are having a baby.”

And from that moment on she refused to let herself entertain any thought of her and him having any kind of future that went beyond being friends. It hurt, god it hurt like hell. But dreaming of things that could never be wasn’t doing her any good either.

Seeing him now, looking all snazzy in his suit and smiling, it sends a familiar shive through her body and makes the moths in her stomach go crazy. If only life was a movie. If only.

The ceremony passes in the blink of an eye. There’s happy tears, lots of them but love shines brightly through it all. Every glance, every touch, every word spoken. As her brother and his new wife make their way down the aisle, (Y/N) dares to take another glance towards Frankie and, for the first time that day, he’s looking back.

The world doesn’t shift or shake right then, doesn’t spin out of its axis. Nothing fundamentally changes but the air feels different. The electricity is back. The magnetic pull. The undeniable attraction. Just like that, they are both thrown back into this everlasting limbo of what-ifs.

(Y/N) looks away before her heart can break further, knowing what could’ve been and what can never be.

Weddings have this strange side effect of making you think about your own romantic entanglements. It’s not necessarily a bad thing or a sad thing. It’s just a fact. Seeing other people’s love being displayed so prominently, being celebrated, it makes you wonder. Will I ever find this kind of love?

“ You know, I think you and I gotta have a talk.” Pope’s voice holds a certain edge to it, a teasing tone she’s heard so many times growing up.

“ About what? Shouldn’t you be dancing with your wife right now? “

“ Ah, she got caught up in a conversation with her aunt, something about corgis. Once that woman starts going there’s no stopping her. It’s — it’s a lot.”

“ And you left your wife behind to fend for herself? What a way to start life as a married couple.”

Pope gives her a chuckle and their silly banter makes (Y/N) feel like a kid again.

“ So I’m gonna need you to talk to Fish. “

“ Huh? “

“ Oh don’t play dumb. I’ve known you your whole life, kiddo. I know when something’s going on with you and something is definitely going on.”

“ What’s my emotional turmoil got to do with Frankie?”

Her older brother raises his eyebrow in mock offense. As if to say “you really think I’m that dumb?”

“ You two have been throwing looks at each other all day whenever you think the other isn’t looking. Subtlety really isn’t either of you's strong suit. “

That, (Y/N) thinks, must be absolute nonsense. Frankie’s got a girl and a baby, there’s no reason for him to sneak glances at her. Clearly he’s gotten his happily ever after already and it doesn’t involve her. Pope must be delusional. Must have a head filled with cotton candy and all things rose-colored.

“ You’re on a wedding high, my guy. There have been no looks. “

Her words are met by Pope shaking his head in frustration. “ Look, I just — just please go talk to him. This dancing around each other is very high school drama and I love you both which is why I can’t watch this going on any longer. “

“ What are you saying?”

“ That if there’s something there worth um — worth exploring, you don’t have to worry about me or my opinion on it. “

If anyone had ever told her those words would ever leave her brother’s lips, she would've called that person crazy. Not that they change anything, he’s still got a woman at home and a baby. But still — it’s nice to know that if things had worked out differently, Pope would approve.

“ Are you saying that if I wanted to date Frankie — which I don’t, but like let’s pretend I did. Hypothetically. You’d be okay with that? “

“ (Y/N), “ Pope says and his voice dips lower as his expression grows more serious “ I love both of you. I just want you guys to be happy. “

Before either of them can continue the conversation, the bride steps up beside them, throwing her arms around Pope’s middle and facing (Y/N) with a big, radiant smile on her face.

“ Sorry I had to interrupt but I needed to get away from aunt Lisa and her Corgie stories.”

“ Nah it’s okay, don’t worry I uh — I gotta go talk to someone. “

Pope smiles at her in return and a silent understanding passes between the two. Maybe the story wasn't all that hypothetical after all.

Much to (Y/N)’s delight, Frankie sits alone at the table. His suit jacket is lazily thrown over the back of the chair and the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows. This looks more like the Frankie she knows. The one she loves. Effortlessly cool and yet so undeniably charming.

Sliding onto the chair next to his, she can feel her heart speed up with anxiety. She shouldn’t feel this way around him. Underneath all the feelings, this is still her Frankie, one of her best friends, a member of her little family of misfits.

“ Hey, you. “ her words are soft, delicate, almost as if she’s afraid of saying them. And maybe she is. A little bit at least.

“ Hey, stranger. Long time no see.”

His voice is dark and soothing but there’s an edge to it, a hint of teasing.

“ Mmh. It’s been a while. “

“ Yeah, and with the way you’ve been avoiding me all day today, it makes me wonder if I did anything wrong. “

Oh god.

“ Dude, what’s it with everyone thinking I’m avoiding you? I’m not. “

“ You sure about that? “ Frankie asks and raises his eyebrow in question.

“ Yup. Just been a — a busy day. I’d never avoid you, I missed you. “

At least the last part of that statement is factual. She’s missed him terribly.

“ I missed you too “.

There’s a truth in his eyes, a grounding honesty that is so hard to come by in people. Whatever words fall from his lips they are deliberate and he means them 100%. It’s something (Y/N) has always admired and appreciated about him.

“ Sooo … I was hoping you’d bring a plus 1 today. “

“ Huh? “

“ The baby ! “

“ Oh. Oh, I think it’s way past her bedtime by now. She’s uh — she’s with her mom. “

“ Do you have a picture? “

Frankie scoffs, “ One? I got a bunch of ‘em. How much time have you got? “

As he pulls out his old battered leather wallet, (Y/N) can’t help but let a smile take over her face. It’s so fitting that he would carry the pictures around in his wallet instead of having them saved on a phone. Frankie was never the guy to get all obsessed with having the newest technological gadgets. Though he was smart as hell and good at navigating any and all electronic devices, he never felt the desire to own a smartphone himself only having caved and bought one a year ago when his old phone died on him.

“ That’s her. Just celebrated her first birthday. “

The girl in the picture is undeniably Frankie’s daughter. She’s grinning up at the camera with his exact smile only she’s missing a few teeth still. Her eyes are the same soothing shade of brown and are rimmed by the same thick black eyelashes. She’s gorgeous and something about seeing her sends a pang straight to (Y/N)’s heart. What if …

It was one thing knowing that he was a dad but actually seeing his baby and realizing that’s his new reality, it’s strange. And while (Y/N) is happy for him, a part of her has a hard time coping with that realization. What if things had worked out differently, could that have been her life too?

“ She’s adorable. “

“ Yeaaah, “ Frankie replies and shrugs his shoulder casually, “ guess I did a pretty good job there. ‘s the first time in my life. Only thing I ever did right. “

Though he tries to shake it off and veil his words with a tone of mockery, (Y/N) can see right through him. The self-depreciation has always been a point of contention to her. How he can not see how wonderful he is, how loyal and sweet and loving, is beyond her.

“ Shut up, Frankie. Except for my brother, you’re the only guy I know that would drop everything to help me paint my kitchen at 1 am on a Tuesday. You’re so sweet and funny and I have not a single doubt in my mind that you’re an amazing dad. Stop selling yourself short. “

For a moment a quiet settles upon them that is neither comfortable nor awkward. It just is. And then Frankie looks into her eyes again and the moths are back going haywire. If only her future lay in those eyes, oh how wonderful yet foolish of a thought.

“ Ah, I don’t know. Her mom doesn’t seem to think so. Left just before her first birthday. I mean — “ he sighs and takes a sip from his bottle of beer “ things between us hadn’t been good for a while and a breakup was inevitable. It’s just that I wish I could see the kid more. She’s my heart. She’s my everything. I want to be good enough for her, you know? So one day she can be like that’s my dad and he’s a pretty alright guy. Not that’s my dad, the ex-addict unemployed pilot. “

“ Frankie. That kid's gonna love you so much, now and forever. Because you love her. That’s all that matters. When you think about your childhood, do you think about your parents’ jobs? No. You think about how much they loved you and the good memories you had with them. “

Frankie stays silent for a moment, just looks at her with his big brown eyes, and then — then he smiles.

“ Can I tell you something? “

“ Always.”

“ When she was born. When the doctor let me see her and hold her for the first time. I wanted to call you. You’re the first person I wanted to talk to about her. I was so fucking terrified at that moment because she was so tiny and the world is so big and scary and I don’t know how to not fuck things up for her and how to protect her from it all. And you, when I’m with you I never felt scared, ever. You’re so good at making me feel like I can do everything and at making me forget about my own shortcomings. I wanted to call you so bad. “

“ Then why didn’t you? “

He averts his gaze for a moment, as if it’s a secret that weighs heavy on his heart. One he hasn’t told anyone before. One he isn’t sure he’s ready to share.

“ Didn’t wanna bother you. “

That’s not the truth. She can tell immediately. Frankie is a lot of things but he’s not a very good liar, at least not to the people that know him very well. Though she doesn’t push the situation any further.

“ Pffsh. Bother me …”

“ Didn’t think your boyfriend was gonna be okay with me calling you in the middle of the night. “

“ Well fuck him. “

Frankie raises his eyebrows in surprise. “ Huh “

“ Yup. “

“ Didn’t work out? “

“ Nope. “

“ Why’s that? “

Cause he isn’t you. That’s what she wants to say. That’s what rests on the tip of her tongue just waiting to be spoken. She doesn’t say it though, doesn’t have the guts. There’s an overwhelming sadness about getting your heart broken at a wedding and it’s not something she wants to experience today.

“ Just didn’t work out. Realized he wasn’t who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. “

“ So you’re not gonna be the next one inviting me to a wedding and making me wear a stupid fancy-ass suit? “

“ No way. First of all, you look hot in this suit and you know it. Second of all, nah. I feel like this isn’t in the cards for me. I want — I want a guy that I can call at 3 am to get chocolate chip pancakes at the diner and that will run through the garden sprinkler with me when it’s hot outside and that will ask me to slow dance at a wedding even though the song that’s playing is super cheesy and overplayed. Dave was sweet and he was secure but I always felt like something was missing. I loved him but we were never friends. I think that’s what I was missing. “

Their eyes meet again and a shiver runs down her spine. There’s a tension in the air so thick one could cut it with a knife. And for a moment, just a fleeting moment, one that passes in the blink of an eye, there’s the courage she’s been looking for for so long. The one that helps her push the words from the tip of her tongue and speak them. For the first time. Finally.

“ Frankie, he wasn’t y— “

“ (Y/N), Darling. It’s time for your speech. “

At that moment she wants to strangle her own mother. That courage? It’s never gonna come back. This was her one chance and it’s not gonna come back ever. Oh god, what is Frankie gonna think? What’s gonna happen to their friendship ?!

“ Yeah. Yeah, okay. I’ll just. Okay yeah. I’m coming. “

She doesn’t dare even as much as glance back at Frankie. Though before she makes her way over to her seat where the mic is already waiting for her and the speech she’s so meticulously planned, she hears him call out to her.

“ (Y/N)! “

“ Hmm…? “

“ I lied. I didn’t call you when the baby was born because I thought It was extremely inappropriate to call the woman I’m in love with while the mother of my child is recovering from giving birth. “

The moths in her stomach are gone now. There are bats now. Maybe a swarm of birds. Something bigger than moths for sure. Her whole body feels like it’s on fire and simultaneously being splashed with ice-cold water. Her heart is beating faster and her hands are clammy and all she can do is stare and get lost in his eyes and his smile and this moment that seems unreal.

“ Honey? “

Her mother’s words break the spell and (Y/N) follows her to take her place at the table. The mic feels heavy in her hand though everything else feels weightless. Maybe, she thinks, this is what love should feel like. Weightless. Easy. Magical.

There’s a piece of paper in her sparkly clutch with a long and sentimental speech written on it all about love and finding your soulmate and all that stuff that, until today, she always felt like she didn’t really know anything about except for what they tell you in the lovesongs on the radio or the rom-coms on tv. And yeah maybe it’s still too early to feel like the world is an entirely different place now but those words he said, she’s been waiting for those words for over a decade. If there was ever a moment to romanticize her own life, to relish in the feeling of being loved, and to celebrate her own successes, it’s today.

The pre-written speech stays in the purse. Instead (Y/N) takes the mic and starts talking. Straight from the heart.

Across the room, her eyes meet Frankie’s and all she can do is smile, for it’s the first time in a long time where her future isn’t so scary. It’s exciting. Maybe everything else that came before was just the prologue and her story is just now about to really begin.

“ Hi. I’m (Y/N), I’m Santiago’s sister, and uh — I wanna talk to you about love. “

Weddings are hectic and busy affairs. There’s something going on at all times and it’s impossible for (Y/N) to find even a second to have a proper conversation with Frankie about — well everything. So much time had been wasted between them, on keeping their feelings locked up and trying to find the right moment. Now the moment is here and the conversation doesn’t seem so scary no more. Now the only thing that stands between them is this wedding. There are speeches then food then cake then more speeches then a picture slide-show one of the bridesmaids put together then then then. It’s never-ending and though it’s fun and (Y/N) enjoys celebrating her brother’s love, she wishes time would pass quicker right then. If only for once, time could be on their side.

Only when the newlyweds have left the venue to spend their wedding night at a fancy hotel nearby and most of the guests have cleared too, (Y/N) finally finds time to sit down and just relax for a moment. No speeches to listen to, no uncles who insist on getting one dance with her, no bride who needs help holding up her dress while she pees. Just calm and quiet and —

“ Can I have this dance? “

His hand is reaching out to her and there’s a nervous smile playing on his lips. There’s something quite intoxicating about it all now that she knows he feels the same. All the anxiety is gone and replaced with hopes and dreams of a future that now seems like it might actually happen. One that’s been a “What-if” for so long.

“ It would be my pleasure. “

Neither of them is a particularly good dancer but it doesn’t matter right then. All that matters is that they get to exist together at that moment and in their little bubble. That they get to be close and sway left and right as Eric Clapton’s “Wonderful tonight” echoes through the room.

“ That song is so cheesy and overplayed, “ (Y/N) exclaims, “ I love it. “

Frankie places a soft kiss on the top of her head and it sends her heart into overdrive. Is this what the lovers in a Jane Austen novel felt like when their hands locked for the first time, just a fleeting whisper of a touch?

It feels exhilarating and (Y/N) feels alive and like nothing is missing. Everything and everyone is right where they’re supposed to be.

“ You ever thought Pope was gonna end up actually getting married? I didn’t see that one coming to be honest. “

(Y/N) leans her cheek against his chest as they keep softly swaying to the song. A tiny content smile settles on her lips.

“ Actually, yeah. It was always part of his plan and you know him, if he sets his mind to something he usually ends up succeeding. “

Frankie nods in response. “ Talking about your brother, we had a uh — a conversation earlier.”

“ Now why in the world would you do such a thing? “ she jokes though not for a second does she lift her head off of his chest. He’s warm and soft and she can just about make out his heartbeat. This feels too comfortable to disrupt it for even a second.

“ He kinda implied that he wouldn’t mind if you and I — “

He stops, considers his words, rearranges them.

“ If we what? “

“ Started dating? That sounds wrong, that makes us sound like teenagers. “

“ You know, it’s funny because he implied something awfully similar when I talked to him earlier. “

“ Huh. weird. “

“ Ya think that maybe this, “ she says and gestures between the two of them “ is also part of his plan? “

Frankie shrugs and moves his hand to her jaw, softly stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“ He always gets what he wants, guess we can’t break the chain, huh? “

“ Guess not. “

They’re so close. So unfathomably close. His warm breath falls onto her skin and he can smell the flowery scent of her perfume. The air around them sizzles with electric anticipation.

Back when she was a kid, (Y/N) was obsessed with the Disney Cinderella movie. Everything about it felt so magical and wonderful and life held the sweet bliss of childlike wonder and innocence. And then she grew up and witnessed her heart breaking over and over again.

Now that she’s standing here, in the arms of the man she’s loved for so much longer than she can remember, she thinks that maybe the movie wasn’t all wrong. Yeah, maybe it’s an overly sugar-coated fairytale where happy endings are guaranteed and things get fixed with a song and the help of some critter sidekicks. But the underlying message of them all, the most fundamental truth of them all is that love is worth believing in even when life gives you so many chances to lose hope.

Just like the fairy godmother has said: Even miracles take a little time.

This kiss, warm and gentle and passionate, is a miracle in itself. If only for the fact that it has taken over a decade for it to finally happen. His lips meet hers and the world spins faster and slower all at once. If this was a movie, they’d probably show a montage of all their happy memories throughout their years of friendship, all the longing glances, and flirty touches. But this isn’t a movie. This is real life. She’s really dancing with him. He’s really kissing her.

She doesn’t have to imagine any of it anymore because it’s happening right here and right now and life is so much better than any movie or romance novel or cheesy pop song. They can never live up to the real thing.

Neither of them wants to pull away though eventually their lungs demand oxygen and they reluctantly detach their lips.

“ You think we should, give this thing a chance? “

Once again there he goes being so casual. As if this is not a decision that’s been in the making for such a long time now. An accumulation of years of longing and wishing and hoping and constantly missing the right moments and bottling up feelings.

“ Francisco Morales, I’ve loved you for a long ass time now. I am not letting you go anytime soon. Ain’t no getting rid of me, buddy. “

“ Good, I’m not planning on it. And I love you too, by the way.“

They seal it with a kiss and life feels like it always did only — better. Everything feels so damn right. The what-ifs are gone and in their place now stands a future worth looking forward to. One filled with adventure and happiness and love.

“ Hey, (Y/N)? “

“ Hmmm ? “

“ You wanna go get pancakes at the diner around the corner? “

“ With chocolate chips? “

Frankie scoffs “ Duh. What a question. “

There’s a lot of comfort to be found in romantic media though as they walk outside the venue, hand in hand and matching smiles on their faces, (Y/N) thinks that every once in awhile life itself makes for the best movie, the most magical moments and the greatest love stories.

#francisco morales x reader #francisco morales x you #catfish x you #catfish x reader #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales imagine #francisco morales imagine #catfish imagine #triple frontier imagine #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine

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holy-hyuck · 4 years

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Our Maybes

It’s 3am, you can’t sleep, and Yeonjun can’t get you out of his head.

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing

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Your eyes shut close, and open a minute after - it feels like that, at least, but the time on your phone tells you it’s been two hours. It doesn’t matter anyway because by seven you’ll feel tired again, and your 8am class won’t let you get any sleep.

It takes a minute but eventually, your eyes adjust to the dark and you stare at your door a little longer. Perhaps you could will yourself back to sleep.

Nah, who are you kidding?

Throwing the covers off, you put on your slippers and the bright orange hoodie haphazardly thrown on the floor the night before. As your feet drag across the carpeted floor, you notice how silent the house in. You can hear everything; your own thoughts, for once, the ticking of the clock, a dog barking outside, Changbin’s snoring, and...glass breaking? Someone cursing?

Who on earth is up at half-past three in the morning? Oh, right. You.

The stairs creak ever so slightly as you descent down them, praying you won’t trip in the darkness, but the floor and the walls are brighter than usual. Then, you notice the light coming from the kitchen and some shuffling, the crispiness of glass breaking underneath a heavy object.

“Fuck.” You hear someone mutter and take a peek into the room. It’s Yeonjun, still in yesterday’s clothes, hitting the plastic edge of the dustpan against the bin, emptying it out. You’re grateful you put on slippers - Yeonjun can’t sweep to save his life.

You watch him chuck the brush and the dustpan into the cupboard below the sink and close it with a slam, startling himself. You let out a giggle and he turns around, only spotting you now, leaning your hand against the wall.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He scratches the back of his neck and smiles at you sheepishly.

You shake your head. “You didn’t.” You walk up to the kitchen island and hop on the marble. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“No. I have a test to study for. You too?”

“Something like that,” you answer, then thank him with a nod for the glass of water he slides your way. You watch him take a sip before staring off into space.

You’ve always found Yeonjun attractive, ever since the first day of university when he helped you carry your things into your room, his hair a dark brown colour. A month later, it was silver, and before Easter, a navy blue. Now, he’s sporting a platinum blond colour, but it doesn’t really matter if he has the rainbow on his head or if he’s completely bald - his visuals are out of this world either way.

Your drop your gaze before he has a chance to catch you staring, and play with the strings on your pyjama shorts. You wrap them around your finger, then release, over and over until Yeonjun coughs and you will yourself to look up at him. He gives you a smile you can’t help but reciprocate; he has that effect on you sometimes.

“Hey, put on some shoes. I’m gonna take you somewhere,” he tells you, dropping the glass into the sink rather harshly and running to get his coat and shoes on.

“What?” You’re perplexed but don’t have time to protest, for Yeonjun is nowhere around to hear it. With a sigh, you hop off the kitchen island and do as you’re told, debating whether you should put on some pants but disregarding the idea when Yeonjun’s bright smile meets your expression, and all you can think is how much you want to make him smile like that again.

“Let’s go.” He grabs your hand, grabs his keys, and locks the door of your shared apartment behind him.

The air outside is still, and again, you can hear everything. You can feel everything. The city is asleep, but everything is so alive as you’re trudging through the small streets of your equally small town, side by side.

“I thought you had a test to study for,” you finally say.

Yeonjun releases a ghost of a laugh. It’s warm, like the air around you. “It’s only ten minutes from our house. I promise you’ll like it. Maybe it’ll help you sleep better.”

You nod, though he can’t see you because he’s looking from left to right to cross the street, grabbing your hand and making you follow him as he crosses the road. You don’t know why he looked both ways, or why he wants you to be safe - the city’s sleeping, much like you should be. Maybe he just wanted an excuse to hold your hand.

“Here.”

“Where is here?”

You look around, and all you see are rows of houses, lined up like dominoes. You’re standing in front of a tall gate, the blue paint old and chipping away with every harsh wind and icy winter, and it’s not long, you think, before it falls apart.

“Come on.” You watch as he climbs up the fence, the swaying of the metal making your heart skip a beat as it moves one with his body, and then he jumps off at the other end, leaving you amazed at his agility.

“I’ll catch you if you need me to.”

He motions for you to do the same, and though with hesitation, you grip the metal, surprised by its warmth, and follow his actions. He doesn’t catch you when you jump off to join him; he doesn’t have to, for you do so with ease, but you want him to. Maybe you just want an excuse for him to hold you.

You follow him up some creaky stairs, ending up on a roof of an abandoned warehouse. It’s almost entirely flat, aside from the raised edges preventing your fall, and a gradual slope in the middle, its top flat as well. It’s big enough to room one, perhaps two people.

Yeonjun’s quick to hop on the top, his long legs helping him up the slope. It’s a bizzare structure for a roof, but perhaps that’s why Yeonjun likes it so much; he can sit here and watch every sunset and sunrise, colours seeping into each other like on an abstract painting.

You don’t follow right away, opting to lean back and watch the city, but he reaches out with his leg and nudges you with it, forcing you to go up and join him. He holds your hand until you’re safely next to him, and you’re quick to jerk it away, afraid he’ll notice the sweat coating your palm. It’s his fault for making you so nervous.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He grabs your attention with his words and you nod in agreement. “You should come up here at sunset. It’s even better.”

Again, you nod and stare forward. The city shines, mimicking the stars in the sky, and it’s funny how the first thing you think of is light pollution.

You like the town the way it is; small, quiet, homely, but your heart races thinking of the wildness you could experience just the next town over, a city of life and bright lights, where the night never ends, and the sun never comes up.

Yeonjun coughs again and you wonder if he has a cold, looking at him quizzically.

“So...” He gives you a smile.

“So...” you repeat, furrowing your brows. Why is he acting so weird? “Don’t you have an exam to study for? What are we actually doing here, Yeonjun?”

“Yeah, about that...” He scratches the back of his neck, letting his legs hang over the edge, bringing his hands together. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“We’re talking.”

Your reply makes a frown appear on his face but you laugh it off, and so does he, only after a pause.

“Go on then.”

You look ahead, closing your eyes as you enjoy the gentle breeze of summer on your skin. This is what content feels like. The hot and humid weather gets to you sometimes but you love summer nights; there’s something in them that brings you back to when you were ten, careless and free, like the wind that blows in all four directions without caring what or who it stumbles upon, unable to be controlled.

Suddenly, you feel extra warmth on the skin of your left hand and look to Yeonjun’s hand holding yours. Before you have time to question the action, he speaks up.

“Listen, I-I like you. I’ve honestly liked you since I met you; you were so cute struggling with all those boxes, and then I told you should have taken a suitcase instead, like the others. You remember what you said? That you’re not like the others-”

“-that apparently I’m stupider. Yeah.” You laugh, recalling the memory. Really, you procrastinated buying a suitcase large enough to fit all your years of unhealthy hoarding, and forgot your family were taking theirs on vacation, and you couldn’t be late for your first day at university, now, could you?

“Yeah.” He sighs. “And I was so glad I decided to live on campus. And then Yeri found out about my crush and told me to confess, and I swear I was so ready until your crush on Hyunjae came out and-”

“Ugh.” You make a face and Yeonjun burst out laughing. “Don’t remind me. How could I ever have a crush on someone so self-absorbed?”

“Beats me.” His words make you laugh. After a pause, and much debating inside his head, he speaks up again, “Summer came and I thought I could let go of this crush, but we both just had to decide to come back for the summer.”

He turns you towards him, and you don’t have it in you to push away as he grabs both your hands into his, holding them in front of his chest. “I never let go of you. And I don’t really want to. Maybe I’m crazy, and this will never work out, not in a million years. But I’m also the guy who ignores all the signs of balding, like the clumps of hair after I shower, and continues dying his here like my life depends on it, and I’m still going to ask you to be my girlfriend.”

“Woah there,” you vomit out the words, an action fueled by your twisting stomach, the butterflies’ wings tangled up, unable to escape. “Shouldn’t you ask me on a date first?”

Yeonjun furrows his brows, tilting his head to the side. “Would you say yes?”

You shrug in response, teasing the boy. “I don’t know. If you make it worth my time.”

“You little-” He lunges at you, his hands slipping underneath your jumper, fingers dancing on your skin. The tickling causes your body to jerk backwards, yelling for the heavens to hear, until you’re almost falling off the edge and let out a shriek.

Yeonjun has quick reflexes, though, and catches you, holding you so close to him you feel the rise and fall of his chest. He looks from your eyes to your lips, to his hands holding your shoulders.

“Don’t tell me you planned this,” you breathe out, mixing your breath with his in the stillness of the air.

He shrugs in response, and you expect a small smile on his face, but there’s nothing, not even a trace; his expression is unreadable.

You sigh, detaching yourself from him, then shifting so it’s comfortable for you to lay your head on his chest. You feel his heartbeat - erratic and uneven - as it’s thumping against your ear, and your hands clutch his shirt. His are holding you close like you’re still slipping over the edge, and his lips sigh against your hair.

“We should probably go,” you mumble, “before the sun rises and everyone notices we’re missing.”

“Let them notice. I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon.”

You smile. “Then neither am I.”

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aprils-arcadia · 3 years

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A Weekend in Rome

Pairing: Kihyun x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2,2k Summary: Your business trip to Rome turned out completely different from what you’d imagined, as your attractive co-worker decided to accopany you.

You never really like rules. It was easier to not restrict yourself, in the end you would just be disappointed with yourself for not being able to follow them. So you only had one thing that could be considered a rule. A simple one that you had just put out there for yourself to keep an eye out. You never really thought that you would find yourself in a situation that required you to listen to yourself. Your rule had been to never date or get romantically involved with a co-worker or to simply fall for one. The emphasis lies on the ‘had been’ because at this very moment you couldn't be further away from following it.

You were sitting in a cafe and fidgeted with the sugar packets, neatly putting them in their container and then spilling it out again to arrange them differently. It wasn't out of boredom, rather out of pure nervousness with a slight hint of terror.

When you had agreed to come to this conference you never would have dreamed that the head of marketing would tag along. You had envisioned this trip as a nice getaway, a possibility to work with it not feeling like work at all.

Rome had been a dream destination for you since you were little and to have the opportunity to go there for a long weekend with it being completely paid by your company had made it even better. You only had to attend a few talks and give a 30-minute presentation yourself, easy peasy. The rest of the time you would have been free to roam the city and to do every touristy and non-touristy thing you could think of. This plan had been crossed effortlessly by Yoo Kihyun himself.

The small cafe near the venue was nearly empty apart from you and Kihyun, who now made his way back to you, two coffees in hand. He sported you a bright smile and sat down opposite of you. You quickly grabbed the sugar packets that were still sprawled over the entire table and shoved them into the container, ruining your last 5 minutes of meticulous work. You tried to smile back at him but knew that this was not your usual charming professional smile but the awkward smile of your thirteen-year-old self trying to talk to a boy. You had been thoroughly convinced that you had dropped that bashful, clumsy version of yourself ages ago. But here you were surprising yourself in the most uncalled for and unwanted way possible.

"I gotta say you were pretty impressive up there," Kihyun loosened the slim black tie around his neck and opened the top button. It was a hot day, the sun almost at its highest point grilling all that stood in its way. Part of you missed the wonderfully climated hall you had spent the last 3 hours in because now the only thing that cooled you slightly was the soft fresh breeze which gradually flowed through the stuffy mediterranean air. He rolled up the sleeves of his button down without breaking eye contact. And with that simple course of action he made the day a little hotter. You felt your ears slowly turn red as you tried to look as normal as you could even after the unexpected compliment and now the slow transition from business to casual was messing with your brain considerably.

You couldn't be serious. This wasn't your first date. In fact you didn't know if this could even be called a date. You had held your presentation an hour ago and afterwards he just asked you to grab coffee.

That is all this was.

That is all this was, you repeated to yourself. But you had no chance in avoiding how handsome the man before you was. You had seen him in a few board meetings before and even though your two departments usually worked closely together you seldomly had any face-to-face contact with him since his office was in a different building complex. Luckily for you, because even though you never really fell for him, which would definitely be against your rule, you still were very much attracted to him and had trouble staying focused in the very few times you actually occupied the same space just like now.

"Thanks," you were able to mumble. You took your coffee from the tray and gave him a small nod.

"So tell me more about what you found out.”

After hearing those words you immediately relaxed. This wasn't a date. Not at all. He just wanted to talk to you about your work. That you could do. There was no reason to be awkward, this was strictly professional. You sighed in relief and started to explain all the various components of your talk and went further into detail. He listened to you attentively while sipping his coffee.

"So as I said it is extremely vital to continue monitoring -"

"-You know I gotta say I like you better that way"

"Excuse me?"

"Well you seemed really uncomfortable since I invited you. It's nice to see you relax a bit. Makes me feel less like I am forcing you out on a date"

"A....a date?"

"Yeah a date. Did I not make that clear?" He looked a little lost and you could clearly see the gears inside his head turning. "I'm sorry. I really thought that would have been obvious." He chuckled and you were completely unable to focus.

Your response probably took you longer than it was comfortable for both parties. But you couldn't believe that you got this all wrong. So this was supposed to be a date. Well that changed things. Or did it really? If you were comfortable talking to him a second ago why would you now be this damn flustered. Sure he was intimidatingly perfect and having taken an interest in him over the last year or so made you not wanting to screw up. So sure nervousness was perfectly appropriate. Still this was your chance. Your chance to get to know him. And what did you plan to do, run? Like hell that would be a good idea. You were here, he was here and you were in goddamn Rome having clearly left your one rule at the airport. So screw it. Might as well make the best of it.

You brushed a stray strand of hair back over your ear and mustered your courage.

"I’m sorry. A date sounds great and it gives us some time to get to know each other and even though we've been working together for a year now I hardly know you."

"Well it's not like you ever gave me a chance. You usually just rush out of the meetings I am part of and I rarely see you at the cafeteria." You knew exactly why you didn't try to get any close to him because you would have probably fallen for him instantly. As you were doing now.

“I mean I could have asked you out via email but let's be honest that would have been really weird. Attached you can find the overview we discussed and also would you be interested in grabbing a coffee with me' I don't think so." You giggled.

"Actually I got one of those once. From Minhyuk in sales. I really didn't know how to respond”

"Funny I got one or those as well." Both of you burst out into laughter.

“But seriously though. It's like whenever I see you, you are running all over the place your bright yellow binder in hand. And I never see you at the cafeteria. You're really not that easy to get close to."

"I'm sorry I feel like I was just dashing through life the last couple of months. I mean you know how stressful the whole project was. So I never really had time to myself or for others"

“Well sounds to me like it’s about damn time you had some fun.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you from your seat, quickly wrapping an arm around your waist to prevent you from stumbling. You were close to him. Too close. You could feel the heat rushing towards your head and forgot to breathe for what felt like forever. His face was now only a few inches away from you. Your eyes were drawn towards his lips and for a split second you couldn’t stop your mind from going places you had tried to avoid. You could just simply kiss him, it would be so easy. The only thing you’d had to do would be to place your hand on the back of his neck and slowly draw him in. You could do that. Probably.

“So where do you wanna go first? I know some really nice spots”

You steadied your footing and straightened your skirt steadily brushing away the wrinkles and the thoughts that were filling your head. “Sure surprise me”

And surprise you he did. You spend most of the day going from gallery to museum and marveled at the beautiful architecture. Your plan had only involved the mainstream tourist spots, the blatantly obvious go to spots. But it was paling in comparison to the places he showed you.

He excitedly told you everything he knew about the places he showed you all the while never leaving your side. You tried your best to let your eyes remain on the things he was telling you about but ever so often you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring the man beside you.

The bright midday sun was highlighting the sharp edges of his face making it look even more perfect than it already was. His laugh and smile were intoxicating, making you smile brightly everytime and making you want to spend every waking second of this weekend with him. Seeing him wildly gesticulate in the air because words were not enough to convey his excitement, seeing his eyes light up when he noticed how interested you were and most of all making you feel like you were the only thing that mattered. He was able to casually take your hand whenever it was necessary to not lose you or simply because just standing next to you didn’t cut it.

“How do you even know of these places?” you had asked him once you entered a quiet alley looking for a specific restaurant he’d been talking about for the whole day.

“Well I spent the last few years at this conference, just with a different employer. So once I got the main touristy things out of the way I got bored and started to wander around, talked to locals, that kind of thing. I mean touristy spots aside those small places have their own charm and they are not so damn crowded all the time” you turned a corner.

The alley you had entered was gorgeous and it looked like an old painting or at least a picture perfect little world. The narrow cobblestone path wound around the houses. Not the straight lines of streets that dictated where you were going but rather like a little stream that was built gradually to connect the houses without wanting to disturb any of them. The buildings were overgrown with ivy and every house seemed to have their own little hanging garden perched upon the small balconies. Everything was framed in green and a few radiant specks of colour in the form of tiny flowers. You hadn’t moved but were just admiring the view. Trying to take it all in and commit it to memory.

“Ah there we are” The place he pointed to was a small window front, not more than the little shops at home that had been neatly arranged next to each other. It only had a few chairs outside.

“Come on. Let’s eat”

Kihyun was standing right beside you and took your hand, gently guiding you towards a free table. “

The meal had been delicious and after it was over none of you had the intention of leaving instead you spent the rest of the evening talking until the sun was slowly setting. The twilight illuminated the small world you were currently lost in. Sitting in this tiny restaurant and talking to the man you had tried so hard to avoid.

Giving in had been so easy. You didn’t want to fall in love, hell you even went to such length as to not give him any chance to really talk to you. And absolutely you were right. Because right now that mushy feeling in your stomach had grown to a size you could no longer ignore. No you didn’t want to fall in love but you sure as hell were. He’s shown you his favorite places, the hidden gems in his tour all putting one thought in your head that you couldn't shake: He seems to like you. Or was he just playing with you? Taking you along to not spend the weekend alone and ditching you once you were back home? Maybe just maybe he’d be capable of this. And let’s be honest just because you were getting attached wouldn’t mean he’d do the same, now would it. But right now you didn’t care. Even if he was just playing some wicked game with you, you had already fallen too deep. Too deep to realize it even if you wanted to and too deep to care that he might destroy that little world of yours in 2 days time.

#mx #mostax #fanfiction #monstax fanfiction #Yoo Kihyun #Kihyun fluff #kihyun x reader #aprils fanfiction #aprils arcadia

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airi-p4 · 4 years

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Bra lover Boy

My second fic is a Lukanette fic too, of course! Includes fluff and teasing.

Warning: M rated (implied sex)

Thanks to @livrever for the proofread and corrections!

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It was nighttime in Luka’s rented apartment. The young man and his girlfriend Marinette were in his bedroom, lying together on the bed, facing up and almost naked. Marinette was wearing her panties and was partially covered by a slim bed sheet, while Luka was wearing only his boxers underwear. They were 21 and 19 now, but had just recently started dating after years of missed changes for their love to fully bloom. The right time for them had arrived after she confessed to him, who had been in love with her since their eyes met for the first time.

Some rays of light filtered through the curtains of the window of the 5th floor of the building. There was something indescribable in the air, and aura that filled the room with love and absolute happiness, as if a starry sky was sparkling at the ceiling of the room or if they had just been transported to some kind of heaven. A whole magical sensation, completely new for the young couple, that was now panting and gasping for air at a continuous and matching rhythm, without letting go of their joined hands despite how hot, sweaty, and tired they were.

A few minutes passed until their breaths were back to normal. Their heads rolled to face each other, staring at each other's eyes, smiling softly together with a noticeable blush on their cheeks.

The staring lasted for two minutes until the young woman felt like her vocals had returned and her excited but low voice left through her lips. “Luka, that was amazing... Thank you for taking into consideration that it was my first time…” she said, shyly.

“Well, I’m glad… It was my first time too...” Luka smiled shyly too, her soft smile never leaving his lips as he replied to his girlfriend.

His answer surprised her. “What!? But- I thought… I mean- you knew exactly how to treat me kindly and…” Marinette’s usual rambles were about to start but were quickly shushed by her boyfriend.

“That’s because I love you and I’ve dreamed and imagined this so many times… like- for years, you know? I really wanted to make sure you were comfortable and not hurt you in any way, so I did my research. ” he squished her hand in a caring way.

The girl didn’t need a mirror to know her face had just turned redder. She noticed how her cheeks got hotter, even if she couldn’t see it. Her smile had grown uncontrollably wider too. She felt the closest ever to her boyfriend after their first intimate time together.

“Oh… thank you…” She said. But suddenly, an idea sparked in her mind. “But what about the bra hook? I heard it’s difficult to for boys to unhook it. But you undid it so easily! Even faster than I can! You can just learn that by researching it. You need practice to achieve that skill… Don’t tell me you’ve been practicing with Juleka’s bra? Eww!” Her smile had changed into a teasing one as she giggled. It surprised her that Luka’s reaction to the teasing wasn’t his usual, but an unexpected one, like he was… shocked…? And embarrassed too...? That was new and sparked curiosity on the blue-haired lady.

“No way! Stop, please! It’s… even more embarrassing than that…” His voice volume lowered gradually for every syllable he let out his mouth.

“Oh…? Now I’m curious. Let me hear it”.

Marinette let go of Luka’s hand, and rolled her almost naked body over his, impeding him from moving freely, except for his arms, one of them being placed immediately on her lower back, as if his skin were attracted to hers like a magnet. She kissed his nose, softly, although her smile turned kind of evil in an instant, as she was enjoying his boyfriend’s embarrassed reaction to her teasing.

The musician knew Marinette hated liars, reason enough for him to decide not to lie to her, EVER. Instead of that, he decided to remain silent. But after a glance at his girlfriend’s curious eyes he knew he had to tell the truth- Marinette was extremely stubborn and persistent when she wanted something. And now she wanted to know his extremely embarrassing story.

“Ok…” He finally agreed, defeated by her beautiful, curious, and begging eyes.

Out of the embarrassment, Luka avoided eye contact as he started to speak, covering his eyes with his hand and fingers. Even though he was shy and nervous, he began to tell his never-told-to-anyone before story to his lover.

“Do you remember when you had that girls only sleepover at the Liberty, some months ago?” Marinette made a sound to confirm. “I stayed as my friend’s house that day and, you know that. And well... when I came back home…” he paused for a second before continuing talking, without daring to glance at his girlfriend’s eyes, but looking at her lips through his fingers instead, in order to track her reactions. ”There was a bra on my bed." He paused again. "Before I could tell or ask Juleka about it, I heard her on the phone talking to you about a missing bra designed and created by the one and only Marinette Dupain-Cheng, possibly forgotten somewhere in the ship after 'the girls' sleepover. After hanging up the phone, Juleka asked me if I had seen it, giving me a super detailed description of its design: blue/turquoise colored and music-themed with waves and music notes on it on one cup. She even mentioned a snake design used as an under band from start to its end, with its head with fangs used as hooks attached to it in the front. The description also included some lacey pink flowers on the other cup and some yellow see-through over the shoulders. I couldn’t tell her that was the EXACT same bra I had just found on my bed... Not after she teasingly accused me of hiding it for pervert purposes!” ‘Which is exactly what I did, I guess…’ he thought. “I was too embarrassed so I couldn’t tell her or you anything about it after that…”

Luka gulped, and Marinette said nothing, she just listened to him, kind of amused. He continued then.

“I just… hid it... And after knowing it belonged to you, and that you had worn it to show it to your friends that day… I was greedy... and I used it to fantasize about you wearing it, touching it, imagine how your hands had worked to make it, your possible inspiration for every detail… And I practiced to unhook it many times too, in hope that, someday, if you let me, I’d be able to see it over your body… and maybe take it off of your body too… ” he paused again as Marinette still remained silent. Which made Luka awkward. And that led him to continue with his talk without thinking much, just to break their silence, while expectant for his lover’s reaction. “God… this is so embarrassing… Say something, please...”

Luka was blushing heavily at his confession, still avoiding eye contact. His lustful actions and desires had just been exposed to the girl he had loved for years and that was now his girlfriend. He was nervous knowing that it might disappoint her, as it probably was an unexpected and different side of the Luka she had not known all this time. He won’t be seen as a pure gentleman anymore, but a young man full of sexual needs.

“I can’t believe I even…” he added, with a sigh, leaving the sentence unfinished.

“Even what?” Marinette urged the boy to continue to his story, but the boy stayed silent, with his hand still covering his face. She could see he was biting his lips out of embarrassment. Then, out of nowhere, the girl shoved him an awkward question, giggling:

“Don’t tell me you tried it on?”

Luka’s reaction was all she need to know the answer.

“OMG you did!” Marinette’s laughter filled Luka’s apartment. “Hahaha! I can’t believe it!! That’s not the image I had of you! Oh God... so funny!” She wiped the tears from her eyes.

“That’s not I-…! Ugh… Don’t laugh, please. There’s no way I could… It doesn’t even fit me…” He was desperate to deny all evidence, too embarrassed to admit the truth.

“How do you know that? Oh-oh…” She could see his blush under his hands as she evilly grinned. “So it didn’t fit when you tried it on, huh…?”

“Sh*t…”

He knew he had been found out after seeing his girlfriend’s victorious expression on her face. So he gave up trying to defend himself and, without even thinking, his true feelings were the first ones to leave his mouth.

“This is all because I’m crazy for you. Geez… Don’t judge me for my feelings”

Eye contact finally took place between the two lovebirds, making it a first since Luka’s confession started. His blue eyes were showing his embarrassment, but also an infinite love towards the girl lying on him. His love filled gaze was honest, and Marinette could feel his pure love piercing through her heart.

“Bu-u-u-ut…! Don’t attack me acting cute like that when I’m making fun of you! So unfair…!” she pouted.

It was her turn to blush now, as she pronounced her words in a cry. His not-on-purpose counterattack were very effective on her and saved the boy from deeper embarrassment. She grabbed a cushion to cover her face with it and moved to the side of the bed, her back facing towards his boyfriend’s body. With his freedom of movements recovered, the musician got partially up and looked at her from over his shoulder.

“You shouldn’t be laughing in first place! Geez… I wouldn’t have told you if I had known you would tease me this much…”

Then, as Marinette stayed silent, Luka’s hand stretched towards his drawer, placed just next to the bed. Passing his hand over Marinette’s body, he reached its handle and opened it. Marinette took a peek over the cushion, curious about her boyfriend’s intentions, wondering if he had any ‘adult toys’ hidden inside.

“Here…it’s been in this drawer all this time… I’ll take it to the laundry, and I’ll give it back to you once it’s properly washed” he said, grabbing a piece of clothing in his hand.

And there it was. The infamous bra her boyfriend had been fantasizing about all this time. The bra that had been in Luka’s hands since that day months ago. The one that had been touched multiple times as she had been that night, trails of magic left with every touch of his fingers on her skin. Ripples of sensations that still remained on her, capable of reaching not only his heart but also her soul. She already knew she loved him, but her body now knew she could never stay apart from him. Not after finally knowing the meaning of true love.

She caught the bra from his hands, throwing the cushion away, and stared at it. She remembered perfectly how it was designed and created, and every one of the details that decorated the piece of art in the form of the lingerie she was holding.

“You know…?” she started, and Luka centered his attention to her words “I was very disappointed when I lost this bra. Not only because I put a lot of effort into it, but also because I made it in order to surprise this particular boy… I worked on it for weeks! Alya too was excited about it too… And I was looking forward to wearing it during my first time with my boyfriend if he accepted my feelings and agreed to date me but… Couldn’t you tell? YOU were on my mind all the time I spent making this... and even earlier”. Marinette’s gaze met Luka’s surprised eyes, smiled softly, and continued staring at bra just the second after “But… since I lost it, I had to work on plan B, and it all had to wait a few more weeks since I could properly confess and use another brand new hand-made one for tonight… and it’s a shame because this new one isn’t as pretty as the original one...”

“Marinette, you… You made this thinking of me…? Since months ago…!? You’ve been… I mean – You’ve liked me for so long? I… I thought… Ugh… I feel so stupid... I could have become your boyfriend way earlier if I hadn’t hidden your bra…”

Sitting on the bed and covering his face with his hands, Luka was in denial. Frustration, regret, and some sadness were the feelings that surfaced. Not a single sound could leave through his lips, pressed against each other. But Marinette smiled at his reaction.

“Ohh…” she started to say, “You wanted to see this that much, huh…?”

Luka’s hand left his face as his eyes looked now at his girlfriend, who was on her knees in front of him, wearing the bra he’s been dreaming to see on her for weeks – no, the accurate number would be 3 months and six days. None of the Marinettes from his dreams could compare to the original. For Luka, her beauty was out of this world and he was sure he wouldn't be able to restrain himself much longer when Marinette winked and bit her lips, provoking her boyfriend to go and get his long-awaited and desired fantasy. He was ALMOST speechless but managed to pronounce some words that almost couldn’t be heard because of his own heartbeat.

“My Goddess… You’re gorgeous… Don’t think you can avoid a second round after turning me on like this.. ” Without thinking, his hand had placed on her ribs, as he positioned his body to get ready to kiss the woman of his dreams.

“You know I’m all yours...” she sighed, in expectation.

The blue-eyed girl was already approaching to seal her lips with his, but was stopped before they could actually touch them, meeting the musicians finger in the way.

“Wait a second. Let me admire YOU for a moment before that. You can’t imagine how long I’ve been dreaming of this… You’re so beautiful… so perfect...”

“Ugh…! Just take it off already, you bra lover boy!” she giggled as she got impatient and jumped to hug and kiss her boyfriend, who was more than happy to receive her affections. Moments after the hook was already off without her even noticing. ”How the hell do you do that?” she asked, between kisses. “You should know my fingers are magical” he answered, and left a giggle at his girlfriend’s response “hell yeah, they are!”.

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After 2nd round.

“Luka… Can I ask you something?”

“Yes?” Marinette kept her face down and seemed sad to Luka’s eyes “Marinette? Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” Luka was scared as he approached her lover’s face, hands on her shoulders, extremely worried for his girlfriend’s wellness.

Instead of an answer, another question was thrown at him.

“Should… Should I…” Luka was listening, giving her all his worrying attention. “Should I make a bra for you next time?”

And there she was. Teasing him, AGAIN. She enjoyed it and he fell for it EVERY DAMN TIME. His eyebrows were frowned and didn’t answer. Marinette couldn’t keep her laugh inside her anymore, transforming it into a hysterical laughter.

“Marinette! Stop it already, Geez...”

“I’m sorry Luka, but your embarrassed face is just too cute!” she said, hugging him while still laughing.

“You’re mean, Marinette. You continue to tease me even after knowing how embarrassed I am…”

“Ok, OK… I get it, I’ll stop” she paused “But you want one, right?”

Luka frowned at her question, but still gave her an answer “You know I could never say no to my dear girlfriend...”. And Marinette giggled at his words.

“You’re adorable! Thank you for telling me about the bra despite your embarrassment. You know I like honest people and I’m super grateful you never lie to me. I love you so much!” her smile was as bright as the full moon outside the window. Her hand moved then to rest on Luka’s cheek. He took the lady’s hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly before letting his voice out.

“I love you too, Marinette. Even if you are mean and tease me, I can’t resist your charms” he smiled.

“Then don’t resist and come here again. Or are you tired?” she asked.

“I could never get tired of you, My love.”

His body was already over hers while he pronounced his words, his lips meeting hers as soon as the sound of his voice became silent, tongues finding their way to savour each other, letting their burning passion take control.

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The next morning

The next morning arrived with some chill breezes coming from the slightly open window. Being summer, the weather was hot and the sun rose early, its shiny rays of vitamin entering through the slowly dancing curtains and meeting the sleepy faces of the happy couple sleeping on the bed in Luka's room. That was enough to wake them up, although they were still tired and avoiding getting up at all costs. Luka finally surrendered and got mentally prepared to get up. Not without turning his head to look at the young woman who owned his heart. Only then, he started opening his eyes, studying how Marinette was making faces, trying hard to ignore the light coming inside the room and continue to sleep, without much success. Her little disgusted sounds were amusing Luka, who was surely enjoying the view: he loved his girlfriend’s face, but also loved seeing his hickeys all over her neck and upper chest. He only spoke when he could tell she wouldn't fall asleep again.

“Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well? I’m gonna make some coffee. Want some?” he asked with a loving smile.

“Hm…?” Marinette mumbled something incomprehensible, but he knew she wanted him to repeat his question.

“Coffee?” he asked again, giggling at her sleepyhead.

“Hmm… yes please… with milk and sugar...” she finally managed to say. Finally trying to open her eyes.

“Of course.”

Luka loved having the girl he loved close and didn't want to leave her side, even if it was just to bring her some coffee. But he needed one and knew Marinette would be even more grateful than him for one too.

The musician stretched his neck and upper body to kiss his girlfriend's forehead. As he started moving, he noticed that something was impeding his movements, something pressed over his arms and chest. Before he could actually kiss his girl, he looked down just to find he was wearing Marinette's bra, backwards and untied.

“WTH-!?” he mumbled, frowning his eyebrows in annoyance.

“Pffff….” the blue-eyed girl couldn't restrain her laugh anymore despite her efforts, so a giggle escaped her. That was everything the blue-eyed young man needed to understand what happened.

“Marinette!! You little mischievous lady…! Stop bullying me over bras already!"

He raised his voice, taking the bra off carefully and tickling her in revenge. Marinette could only laugh louder in response, his laugh joining hers soon.

And just like that, their Sunday started: with love, kisses, coffee and a beautiful bra that would lead Marinette's teasing for a while and haunt and embarrass Luka forever.

THE END

#lukanette fic #airipyon #my fic #lukanette #airip4 #M rated fic #I hope you enjoyed it :)#on ao3 too #fic by me #thanks for reading

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sheakollins · 3 years

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Can humans fall in love with statures?

There was once a man called Pigmalion, a sculptor in his 30s. He was unmarried.That was neither because he didn't want to, nor because he couldn't afford to buy a house or a car. It was just because no one will consider him as a boyfriend. Pigmalion's un-praise-able looking was not the only reason. As he had been totally devoted himself to statures, People said he had become a stature himself. They respected his craft and brilliance, but who will love a breathing stature? Pigmalion has had a lot of bad breakups,for which he was recently told off by the Guinness World Records organizing committee when they suggested he apply for the record. Here we only choose two typical examples: Once his date is a lively and cheerful college girl, they came across in the National Museum. She was there as a temporary volunteer, reminding him not to lean forward like that or he would fall into the statures while he was looking at the exhibits behind the fencing.

That evening they dined at a little restaurant, where she appeared cheerful and he listened gently.

Then he asked, "What books do you read?"

Her voice slowed. When she mentioned "network novels" he suddenly commented, "Just as book is humans' spiritual food, Network novels must be the spiritual junk food."

Both of them froze.

"Which artist do you like? "He asked.

"Michelangelo... ?" she said cautiously, after thinking for a moment.

"Coincidentally, I like Nichelangelo too!" He said. Then he began to talk with great interest about Michelangelo's life, work and artistic characteristics, until he said of her: "You remind me of my history professor."

"Is it? "Pigmalion knew it was time for a change of conversation topic, and he traveled back from the Apennines of the Renaissance to talk about the manifestations of the inferior aesthetic faculties of the modern sculptor.

"Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom." She said.

She left and never come back again.

After doing a lot of reflection, Pigmalion concluded that: Never say against what a woman likes, and don't talk about something that she isn't interested in. What's more, it's better to find a more mature woman. So his next date was a woman elder than him by several years with marrige experience. This time he showed great patience and kindness towards her constantly speaking, responsed postively, and tried not to talk about anything about Michelangelo. That day in his bed, they embraced each other tightly. The woman was talking passionately about the Bridges of Madison County，Pigmalion was excited to find that they had a common topic.So he express his opinions, "The story is beautiful. But I think the woman must choose between those two men. It's irresponsible to be a fense rider." "But that was what made the story romantic. Who cares? "she said, Burying her head in his chest. Pigmalion lost the chance to renounce his words, "Romantic, yes, as a movie plot. But as a matter of fact it's immoral."

When Pigmalion woke up the next morning. He found himself lying on his bed lonely. He jumped off the bed looking for her with no clothes on his body.

At last he sat on the floor of the living room nakedly, thinking hopelessly that she had not even gave him a phone number.

Ok, I suppose everyone have got some ideas about why Pigmalion was awful lover. However, he regarded himself as a loser of love, and decided to focus all his energy on statures.

Obviously, failed loves had an unexplainable impact on him. He seldom made the stature for gods or celebrities anymore, and made a lot of naked sculptures, which he would not appreciate in the past. This change brought him better income, as the rich men always used statures of heros or gods to decorate their salons but they choosed to have statures of naked women in their bedroom（besides， they usually owned more than one bedroom).

The most successful stature of Pigmalion was a naked woman named Caritea.He had to admit that Caritea had the most delicated face, most attracting figure and the noblest temperament, but he was not so satisfied with it. Caritea, for some reason, hadn't got the sense of vigor and strength that every naked stature had. Vigor and strength were always cared by Pigmalion, so he would sometimes wonder whether he was lost in his mind when making Caritea. Its expression was too peaceful, and its posture was too reserved.But the special points maybe the reason why people loved Caritea so much. Every time they got into Pigmalion's gallery house, they would besiege it, staring at it with their mouths open. Caritea also gazed at them like holy mother watching her baby with a light smile.

Pigmalion loved looking at Caritea himself. When putting eyes on it, he would gain a sense of "spiritualization"，a sense of "detachment", which he could never gain from any other statures, or even any humans.

At the dinning time, people left the gallery house, and went to the restaurants in the city. Pigmalion Always ordered takeout food and sat aside Caritea, enjoying this lovely and comfortable time.

"Hey, do you know Plato?"he asked Caritea,

"Of course, you know. What a silly question.Do you agree with Plato about his philosophy of love?

"Oh, you are too much of an idealist.I used to be an idealist myself. But recently I started to think about this matter in another way. The fact is fact, though it is cruel. People are pragmatic. There's no such thing as spiritual love.

"You don't think so?...Why?..."

Pigmalion and Caritea talked about all kinds of philosophy opinions, attitude towards ancient art and modern art, artist and their historical contributions. Pigmalion was so excited to realised that Caritea was the greatest confidante of him.

Untouchabe style, Which was thought as Caritea's shortcoming by Pigmalion, now turned into the best part of her in his eyes. He loved her modesty, her understanding, and the stubbornness behind her gentle expression.

When he was developing a stronger and stronger preference for Caritea, more and more people decided to buy it. Those rich men were turned down by Pigmalion, and he said to himself that they know nothing about art, and they don't deserved to appreciate art.

But when famous sculpture who was recognized as the only artist worthy of the name of artist in the modern world by Pigmalion was also refused, Pigmalion had to admitted that, after Caritea convinced him in the discussion of Plato, he had have subconsciously decided not to sell it until the end of the world.

It was no more a "stature" to him.

But on a Sunday, in Pigmalion's gallery house, something gave him a good shock.

After leaving Caritea for a short time, he found it surrounded by a group of people, and there was the man, fondling Caritea bawdily from the face to the neck, from the arms to the chest, from the navel to the private parts... In doing so, the man's crotch bulged.

Pigmalion felt his head bulged as well just like someone had inflated his brain with hydrogen. He grabbed a hammer and rushed at the man.

Everybody shouted, everybody pushed, everybody ran away. The guy tried to escape into the crowds. Pig marion ran after him, crossed the square, trampled the vegetables, and pushed down the passer-bys. The man was just about to slipped into the alley, so Pigmalion threw the hammer towards his head like Thor. The hammer missed and flew into an open window.

Pigmalion didn't asked the house's owner for his hammer. He returned to his gallery house with head drooping, sat on the entablement of Caritea, and felt extremely upset. Caritea's peaceful glance couldn't comfort him this time.

"Sorry for made you suffer. It's a pity that you can't defend yourself. I will find ways to protect you from those freaks."he said to it.

That guy is so disgusting! How could he did this to a stature？Espcially to such a puregentledivine stature! It was just like raping his own mother!

Thinking in this way made Pigmalion unapologetic about his anger, but the judge didn't take it as a crime to insult a stature. Pigmalion was sentenced to be in jail for 3 days for disturbing public order.

In the 3 days in jail, Pigmalion was thinking about a problem all the time.

Should he place a billboard beside Caritea with "Don't touch" written on it?

But the people who put their ugly hands on Caritea must be totally shameless, and they won't be stopped by a "warm promot".

What about fining those who touch it? But this could not remove Pigmalion's worry. As Caritea is so desirable, he believe that fine won't prevent it from indecency, but it may raise the desire for tasting the forbidden fruit.

Then what about put a dress on it?

A normal dress is easy to be tear apart, he thought, an armor would be better.

But the blacksmith is male, when he measure its body like a tailor, he would have a lot of chance to fondle it fair and square. That should not happen.

At last, Pigmalion chose a compromise proposal: buy it a nun's outfit from a female tailor.

When the tailor was measuring Caritea's body, Pigmalion standed there, paying great attention to tailor's every movement like an anxious father.He keep reminding himself, The tailor is also a woman, she was not a homosexual, and what she is doing is just an official duty. But when the tailor's hands moved to some sensitive zones, he couldn't help thinking about cutting off that pair of hands.

But after putting on a nun's long grown for Caritea, a sick feeling began to creep in Pigmalion's mind. Gradually he started to be quite annoyed when any others look at Caritea.

He knew that this thought is abnormal but he just couldn't stand it.

Once he found a little boy dived beneath Caritea's robe, He decided to put Caritea into his bedroom, and never display it again.

Everyday when works were done, Pigmalion would return to his bedroom, chatting with Caritea about funny experiences of the day, feelings and strange ideas. He was so happy as if the loneliness of all the day had been paid back. He knew, just like he need Caritea, it need him as well because it couldn't see the world itself locked in the tiny bedroom. They are all lonely souls.

Therefore, he closed his gallery house earlier every day and go home straight.

In the midnight, when there were few people in the street, he would lift Caritea onto a cart, and brought it out for a walk.

One night, he couldn't sleep.Then he jumped out of bed, and open the light in his room.

He realised what he was going to do after he had stript Caritea's gown from its naked body.

He put the clothes on as fast as he could,

closed the light, and jumped back into his bed.

His heart was jumping fiercely as if it could break through the quilt. Holy shit, he thought, what happened to me? Am I the same as those obscene people?

At 4 a.m. in the morning, He quit fighting with sleeplessness and turned on the computer, searching: what's the difference between appreciation for art work and love?

There was no such topic in the network. Apparently no one thought there were any similarities between "appreciation for art" and "love".Pigmalion only found an answer to the difference between friendship and love:

Friendship is open while love is exclusive.

That's not completely true, he thought. There is somtimes jealousy in friendship as well, though that's not a very healthy friendship.

He recalled Schopenhauer's saying that the appreciation of works of art is "incuriosity", which is not utilitarian and does not try to occupy anything.

Finally, he said to Caritea, "Well, I found myself fall in love with you. We were so happy during this time. We talked about philosophy, we talked about art, we talked about emotions and we talked about life, we can be so matched a couple. I love you so much and wanted to spend all my life with you. But I know it is selfish to keep you in this room forever, cover your beauty with these ugly clothes, and talk to myself in front of you. So And try my best to bring you into life, then you can choose to stay or leave by yourself. Maybe you don't love me, that's okay, leaving me will be better than you have to love me." Caritea still smiled at him gently like him, lonely but kind. I love you, too. He held its hands with all his love.

He bought a plane ticket to greece when the sun rose. At the altar of Aphrodite，he prayed like the Pygmalion many years ago, asking the goddess of love bring the statute into life. The fire of the altar danced, and goddess of love appeared in the fire. "Is it what you want? You would not have a chance to renounce, I remind you."asked Aphrodite. "Yes, it is. We spent years together, Loving and supporting each other. I know Caritea will not be perfect as a human, But I can accept her unperfect just like she will accept mine."answered Pigmalion. "I know you will accept her unperfect,"said the goddess with a smile across her face," But do you insist in your wish?" "Of course I do." "Your wish is granted."Aphrodite announced and disappeared in the fire.

Pigmalion bought a bunch of rose and a ring, getting on the plane home. He knew the beautiful life is waiting for him in his house. He began to call her before he could open the door,"Caritea! I'm back! Are you alright? How do you feel? Was it uncomfortable to be a human?..." But when he walked into his bedroom, He only found entablement, the gown, and a left note on the floor.

I'm off. Thank you for your hospitality.

He breathed in relief. That's not happy ending, but that's fair enough. I knew it already, and at least I have nothing to be worried about now. Caritea is now free and I liberated her. He bought some bottles of wines to celebrate and slept deeply that night.

On the second day morning, he opened his wardrobe, then looked around and found none of his things were taken away by her. She's too polite a girl. He smiled to himself, and went to wash up. Brushing his teeth dazzledly, he looked into the mirror. He looked like an old man of 60 years old. He suddenly noticed there was a long golden hair in his comb. Her hair was always black in his imagination. He cried like a baby, and swallowed plenty of toothpaste foam.

Pigmalion turned to the goddess of love for the second time. This time he wish Caritea would fall into stature again. He is not a selfless person and he will never be. If Caritea loves him, even if she has no other choice, what harm could it do him? But fire of Aphrodite didn't dance for him anymore. Whatever, he thought, I shall go home and make more sexy statures without souls. And next time, he won't brought any one of them into life.

the end

That evening they dined at a little ru

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shibalen · 4 years

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♡ matchup for @imissleeandluke

hello! i am so sorry for the wait, i ended up in some rather unexpected situations ^^; anyhowdies, i think i've found nice matches for you!

(will add the 'read more' once tumblr desktop stops its shenanigans)

|| Kuroshitsuji: i match you with . . .

Undertaker

My first thought and I stick with it 100%. (External?) opposites attract type of situation? Firstly, Undertaker is too eccentric to be put off by your antisocial behavior. Once he takes an interest in you you're already strapped up and in for the ride.

What pulled him to you most was how closed off you were. He was immediately intrigued and wanted to know what more there was to you. Though given his sketchy mannerisms it was no surprise you didn't trust him at all for a while.

He's just as stubborn as you are and clever to say the least though so you two gradually began getting along. Eventually you realised you have more in common than you could have imagined!

It's a good thing you're interested in horror because being with this man means seeing plenty of gore among other horrifying things–it's a package deal.

He lOvEs your sense of humor, it's one of his favorite traits about you! He's not too different in that aspect, and we know he appreciates laughter so being with you never fails to make him giggle. Dirty jokes, sarcasm - lay it all on him. He's glad to have someone to finally find his jokes funny too.

You tease each other so much some might question if you're a couple at all. You both have already agreed to let them use their imagination instead of giving a straight answer.

Saying he was delighted to learn about your childish side is an understatement. Whenever you act like it, in a good or bad way, he'll find it cute and just chuckle to himself and join you.

Y'all play tag and hide-n-seek in the funeral parlor, it's chaotic. And speaking of, if you're not getting pranked you're in on one with Undertaker oof–

Sing for him while he's working and he'll hum along. He really likes hearing your voice and as much as he'd think it'd funny to ruin it by intentionally singing badly, it's more worth listening to you sing.

Be careful though, he'll try to take your hobby for shopping to his advantage. Whenever you go out for fun he'll try to convince you to get him a long list of stuff that's a pain to carry. No matter how he tries to seduce you into it you have to firmly refuse otherwise he will keep at it.

"It's good exercise~ I'll give you an award later~ You get one book from my archive~" etc.

The closest thing to competition you will have are corpses, so you don't have to worry about anyone stealing him from you -w-y

Though sometimes when you get mad at him for being too wrapped up in work, he'll only tease you further by melodramatically talking to his "guests" aloud.

"Dear me, I think she's ignoring us. What a shame. Why do you think that is, hmm? Could it be . . . jealousy?"

He has so many nicknames for you. Darling, dear, doll, sweetheart, poppet . . . Your rections to them are priceless to him.

He will ask you to bake cookies for him but you've already stopped accepting his each and every request because you know he'll just eat everything by himself. He loves your baking that much.

On other days Undertaker will bake for you and have you guess what he used for a secret ingredient. oh boy.

You both are no doubt a mystery to many but that doesn't matter to either of you. I suppose that's one of the reasons why you fit so well together?

Runner up: Mei-Rin

|| OHSC: i match you with . . .

Haruhi Fujioka

It was ultimately your strong moral centre as a Griffindor that made me put you together. Haruhi would love you for not letting something you stand for be walked over. That, plus your personality and interests? It's safe to say she's whipped.

Haruhi is more an ambivert but she definitely understands your dislike towards socializing, at least partly. Some people can be very annoying. So, unless it's necessary, she won't insist you go anywhere or talk to people you don't want to.

In some situations she'll be like your representative in communication and it's adorable. She doesn't mind at all, as long as you're content and comfortable ♡

There was likely a painfully long period of friendship before you two got together, and an even longer period of acquaintance-ship prior to that. At first you talked just to discuss some schoolwork but gradually grew closer as time passed. Haruhi liked you more and more as she got to know you and was very patient with you opening up to her.

She first noticed your independance and honesty (as a Griffindor). Having been surrounded by spoiled rich people for so long, Haruhi saw those traits as a breath of fresh air! She was honestly a little taken aback later seeing your childish side but bounced back quickly, learning to accept and love it. She'll be there to watch your back in case you might go overboard.

She takes playful teasing well amd might even strike back, but your dirty jokes will never fail to make her blush /// (it's funny cause it only happens when you make them)

She doesn't entirely understand your tendency to get jealous easily, being more laid-back. That being said, she never makes you jealous on purpose! If it somehow happens anyway and she notices you're feeling down because of it, she immediately gives you her attention.

Later when you're alone together she tries to make up for it. She makes you sweets and your favorite hot drink and you spend the remnants of the day enjoying a nice indoor date, watching horror movies while snuggled up, reading, singing karaoke, just the two of you.

Sarcasm duo™ that's all.

While you tend to be stubborn Haruhi's more peaceful so you don't have to worry about intense fights. She'll give in 9/10 times because she hates arguing with you. You're so important to her🥺

Take her shopping with you! She's so used to saving up so with your help she'll be able to loosen up a little every once in a while. At the end of the day she'll be grateful, you both will be laughing to your hearts content and you get to see one of the most adorable smiles directed only at you.

Baking dates at your place are frequent! You teach her some handy tips and tricks and she shares her mother's recipes with you. Kisses while getting bits of batter or cream off the other's face are super sweet ♡

h e i g h t d i f f e r e n ce

You two wearing matching sweaters is too powerful a concept. If you do it, the boys in the host club won't be able to handle it and neither will I. It's too cute💀

Alongside with being a couple, you'd be best friends. Your relationship would be built on strong, mutual trust and respect. Haruhi feels so lucky to have you!

Runner up: Kaoru Hitachiin

thank you for requesting and i hope you have a lovely day! also, any feedback you might have is always be appreciated ♡

#anime matchups #ouran high school host club #ohshc #kuroshitsuji #len's matches #imissleeandluke

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themountainsays · 4 years

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It's clear Anna and Elsa have loved each other since ALWAYS, because they grew up together (partially), and I've seen a lot of fics develop their romantic relationship from that point, their feelings evolving towards that direction.

But i wonder, if they didn't know each other, what would they find attractive about the other? What would first attract them to each other? What would make them love each other? Because non-familial love is always conditional (as all healthy non-familial love is), so there must be a reason for them to love each other. Shared experience and the gradual development of a bond is a great answer but I'm thinking more about the particular personality traits, for lack of a better word, that make them want to spend time together or even like each other at all.

I can very easily see why someone would be attracted to Anna because ngl she's pretty much my type. Funny, energetic, idealistic, a heart full of love and kindness and courage. Not afraid to get dirty or engage in risky physically activity. I think what I admire the most about her was her willingness to do the right thing, no matter how painful. Watching her try to destroy her own home simply because it was the correct thing to do sent chills down my spine because thats exactly what I admire in a comrade. Someone willing to sacrifice individual happiness for the good of the community.

(Oof getting pretty lefty latina on main let's go back to frozen)

But for Elsa? I mean, most of her character development revolves around her powers and the trauma related to them. It's reached a point where it's impossible to tell where the powers end and Elsa begins. I do think this is intentional and it's not a bad writing decision, even I personally would rather explore who she is as a person and a human being in a way that doesn't revolve entirely around her powers and trauma.

I remember making a post about it? You can read it here and it's basically about how Elsa deserves better than becoming a norse godess: she deserves to he a normal woman among normal people. It makes more sense in the post go read it

So that's what i'm gonna try to do! As you can see no structure no essay only unorganized thoughts posted in tumbrl dot com for everyone to disagree with

I mean from canon we Uuuh well this is going to sound like a no brainer but Elsa is a very careful person. With other people not with herself lmao but you can see in every scene with how much care she treats others. This is usually physical care, because she was raised to believe emotions didn't matter and physical safety was the most important thing, and this is why she repeately ends up hurting people's feelings, all in an attempt to keep then physically safe (rejecting Anna at the party TWICE, both events clearly hurting both. Sending Anna away on the canoe (NOT A KAYAK), which again is painful for both sisters). But if you look at the bigger picture you can observe there's much more than that. From the beginning she spoils her little sister and takes care of her as kids, and through Frozen Fever she cranks up the spoiling to eleven, because she actually loves to see Anna happy. It's very painful for Elsa to reject her. You can see it at the party and during the canoe scene. Actually she loves to see EVERYONE happy. At the end of Frozen i, during OFA and at the beginning of frozen ii she spends time with her people literally making toys for children like fucking Santa Claus, creating an ice skating rink in her own backyard and organizing a fest for everyone to eat for fucking free (two fests, actually. maybe three? Can't remember) i mean what kind of queen does this?? She's way too nice. Even when people are trying to kill her her first reaction is to beg them to stay away so she won't hurt them. She makes it clear she's hiding in the mountains not because she's scared of being hurt (WHICH IS WHAT GRAND PABBIE PREDICTED WOULD HAPPEN). She's hiding because she doesn't want to cause harm. She's trying to fucking protect the people who want to kill her. In frozen ii her first reaction to seeing the tiny dragon is trapped is to offer him a hand and play with him because she's just that nice. She later cuddles a baby reindeer. Oh and in FF she's being mom friend on main by mothering kristoff and olaf as well. Remember she bought him a new sledge and invented a whole new job for him when she could do it herself with her magic? Now she's wiping the paint from his face. You know, like a mom. She even does it in thay gross mom way, licking her thumb and smearing the saliva all over ew ew my mom did that every time i got food on my face its gross. I wonder how kristoff didn't get a cold too that shit's contagious. Anyways, conclussion: while i think her desire to protect people was exacerbated by her trauma, i do think she always had it on her. She likes making people happy. She makes fucking toys for children is she a queen or a toy factory. She likes to spoil everyone around her. And I think this is partially because she wants people to like her. You can see how much it hurts her when people think badly of her ("you only know how to shut people out"). Later, seeing her people scared of her is what makes her run away. Hans telling her not to be the monster everyone thinks she is is what stops her and snaps her back into reality. No one likes to be disliked, but I think Elsa is particularly sensitive to this. And you can see her at her happiest in two different situations:

When she's being loved and cherished by her people (with Anna by her side)

And when she's free and in the wild.

Which leads me to my second point: Elsa is a horse girl

Ok but apart from being a horse girl you can see she... really enjoys being outside, and being free, and exploring the unknown. I'm thinking about LIG, SY and in part yeah ITU. She seems to actually enjoy physical activity like running and probably also hiking? Being away from society seems to be very stimulating for her which, first of all same. If i could live in a glacier i would i completely understand her choice because that's every girl's dream: live in the ice AND study history all day. What else could you possibly want? This is actually when she's at her highest energy. Being introverted doesn't mean you have low energy it doesn't mean jack shit which is why I think I can safely say Elsa is a kinda high energy person actually. Particularly when she's happy (hello??? Frozen Fever??), and what seems to bring the most excitement to her is to be outdoors and in nature. You know like a horse girl. She sings and dances and she's a huge dork who likes to play in the snow and ride horses and sleep on moving sledges and cuddle smelly baby reindeer and climb mountains. It does take her a bit to come out of her shell tho. You can see how stiff she is during the charades scene. But by the end of Frozen i she's dancing with her sister in the ice, surrounded by the entire kingdom.

Shes highly sensitive too. Like I mean this is a no brainer. And her lack of emotional intelligence doesn't help. But if you focus more on how strongly she feels and less on how little control she has over her emotions in frozen i at least you can appreciate how kind her heart is. Did i mention she makes toys for random kids like santa claus? But seriously, she doesn't have a mean spirited bone in her body. Apart from making Anna dance with the duke of weaselton (Oooh mischevious little shit). She's ALWAYS feeling things and VERY STRONGLY. ALL THE TIME. Its like she doesn't have a neutral mode. She's either crying of happiness and dancing like a hippie or having a mental breakdown. I can only imagine she experiences love, wonder, tenderness, care, excitement, indignation, surprise, grief... all so intensely. Her view of the world must be through a filter of constant emotion. When everything elicits such a strong reaction in her heart, she must experience the world in a very special way.

She's also an architecture nerd. She made a whole ice castle by herself in like a minute. Which means she's also a math nerd. She likes geography and physics. This is canon. She built a castle by herself.

She also giggles when awkward or nervous or maybe embarassed (but not scared) (sources, FF, that scene when kai startles her and she freezes her own hands).

Now i'm thinking about about a very famous architect visiting Arendelle and the mighty legendary ice queen giggling like a little girl and fiddling with her hands as she's organizing the welcome and making sure everything is PERFECT because she's going to meet someone she admires. See? Can you picture that scene? Yeah that has more personality than some of her scenes in f2

Oh right and she's also a hardcore perfectionist. She has high standards for herself and she gets frustrated and dissapointed if she can't meet them. Observe how she doesn't hold anyone but herself to these standards. Just look at the first scene in FF, how much pressure she puts in herself to make the PERFECT CAKE DECORATION but she's more accepting of Kristoff and Olaf's imperfections.

Kinda delving into headcanon territory but remember that comic with Anna separating all the blue M&Ms bc she knows those are Elsa's favorite so she can eat them all in front of her as revenge for shutting her out, and Elsa is having a philosophical breakdown at 8 in her room and Anna angrily eating all the blue M&Ms snaps her back into reality? Yep that's her. Elsa thinks too much. But she gets stuck in her ideas and doesn't end up doing anything unless she's pushed to it. Compare to Anna, who might be less thoughtful but more active, coming up with plans and solutions on the spot (not all of which are good but at least they're SOMETHING) while Elsa philosophizes too much and ends up doing nothing. But the scene that made me think of this was when, after her parents tell her the story of the magic forest, Anna goes "that was EPIC" while Elsa looks down and very quietly she asks what happened to the forest and Ahtohallan yep that's bc she thinks too much and also she's an enneagram 6

Speaking of which if i had to type i think her tritype would be... 6w7, 1w2, 5w4? In that order. Yep she's a 6w7 like Rapunzel. I thought about typying her as a 6w5 but i think her 5 wing comes out the most when she's repressing herself and hiding and concealing and not feeling and all that shit. When she's free and happy she's acting much more like a 7. Whoever said Anna is a 6 and Elsa is a 4 can get out of my blog bc Anna is clearly a 2. Probably. I think. No 6 would throw a snowball at marshmallow. I do think it's somewhere in her tritype considering frozen ii tho. Too much enneagram bullshit. To the conclussion:

Conclussion: these are some of the reasons why someone (including Anna) could fall in love with Elsa. In the movie Anna loves Elsa bc she's her sister but if her love was conditional, like most healthy love is, i think these could be the reasons why she would love her, platonically or romantically. Basically she's too nice, was probably be the kindest and most sensitive queen ever, and she's a nerd, and she's a horse girl, and she giggles when nervous (v important). And also she's a perfectionist.

#don't mind me i'm just rambling and thinking about my fic over here #maybe half of thse are headcanons maybe not who knows definitely not me #i wrote this at uuuuh 6 am but like at night bc i didnt sleep #frozen #elsa #character analysis if you squint

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tiaragqueen · 5 years

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Bound By Pledge

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Kim Seokjin x Reader

✂ Word Count: 3,3k

✂ Trigger Warning: Hints of domestic abuse, obsessive and possessive behaviors, slight angst, yandere theme.

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don't believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

Do not re-upload my writing to another website or use it without my permission.

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"Look into my eyes, you know I care. My heart is set. You are the one for me, but I need your loyalty." - Faithful [Ibeyi]

To fall in love is easy.

To stay in love is a challenge.

To let go is the hardest part.

Jin was a perfect boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. A whole package, you'd say. He was funny, kind, handsome, a pro in the kitchen, romantic, mature, and supportive.

Never once did he try to downgrade your worth, or raise a hand during your increasingly frequent arguments. He was very patient and understanding; listening to everything you wanted to say without any interruption or dismissing them as unimportant. He cheered you up with his corny jokes and bad puns and supported you in every endeavor.

In short, he was the kind of man that accepted his partner as a whole and brought them up. And if it wasn't a dream guy, then you didn't know what to call him.

You wondered if there was ever a time where his patience would reach its end because surely nobody could be that tolerant, right? Everyone had a breaking point, you were sure of it. And with how you usually react, he was bound to reach his very soon.

Well, you were wrong, but you weren’t correct either.

You were the polar opposite of him in terms of personalities. You possessed dry humor, lacked in the cooking department, sometimes childish, stubborn, moody, and plain.

There was absolutely nothing attractive to you. At least that’s what you always told yourself to the point of believing it.

And yet, with a stroke of luck - or was it misfortune? Then again, who cares? - he fell in love with your ordinariness. The freckles that littered your face, the extra fat that you so desperately hid from seeing eyes, the grin that you often concealed because you weren't confident with your teeth. He adored it all.

Every time you stood in front of a mirror, examining every flaw in your body because there was always something that you disliked, Jin would suddenly hug you from behind and proclaim strings of compliments. The way he did them, with that proud yet love-struck smile, as if you were the prettiest being he ever laid his eyes on. Although it boosted your confidence for only a few percents before it would drop again, you still appreciated the efforts.

Not to mention, you'd never dreamed that you would hear such praise from such a handsome man.

Aside from that, he also liked to bring home some gifts that reminded him of you despite your begging to stop. The presents weren’t cheap either, and usually contained things that you could only wish in a passing or sent a longing look towards. Nobody knew how he bought them when some of the items were clearly limited editions, or how he managed to know by any means when you never told him before, but it was the least of your worries.

Stupid you. Always ignoring the red flags.

The only thing you feared was the fact that he could go into a premature bankruptcy with the number of gifts he'd presented to you. He always laughed – that windshield laughter that you used to love yet irked you at the same time because how could he laugh so carelessly when the threat was looming over his head?! – and assured you that he had enough money for his future.

“Our future,” he'd corrected himself.

You remembered the way his eyes lit up like a pair of dazzling jewels; the way his lips stretched wider than you've ever seen before as he began to imagine the actuality of those words.

The words that held the utmost sincerity.

The words that contained hope of a happy ending.

The words that should have brought you joy and relief.

And most of all, the words that established everything.

You should've known that happy endings only exist in fairy tales because not all people would stay with the same person until their deaths. The reasons varied; from cheating, boredom, forced to be separated, etc. And in your case, it would be fall out of love.

Sometimes you questioned yourself how many people have felt the same way as you. How high was the percentage or maybe you were the only who experienced this? But it was impossible, right? Humans are different yet similar to each other. Just like basic feelings such as sadness, happiness, and the like, this sentiment wasn't alien too. You just hadn't found the same victim yet.

However, if there was one thing you didn't know about Jin, it was that he was a true believer of a happy ending.

If love at first sight existed, then surely happy ending exist too, right? At least, he could try to create it. Little by little.

With a bit of hard work, nothing can't be achieved.

Jin was so confident that you would marry him and have a couple of children. That you would get old together and watch your grandchildren running around. That you both would dance around under the moonlight until the chilly breeze was the only thing that remained in your place. That you would die together and end up in the same graves adjacent to each other.

You supposed that you should be flattered that he already thought forward, even though it sounded a bit of a stretch. Unlike some of your exes who were still wishy-washy with their lives. After all, anyone would kill to have such an attractive boyfriend like him, as seen from the countless glances you often caught whenever you two go out on a date.

But you didn’t. Instead, you felt as if you were leading him on.

It wasn’t like you didn’t love him – you did. The love had burned bright like a blaze before it eventually grew dimmer into charcoal and embers.

And just like how the curtains were lifted, the closing was a gradual process too; the once long texts began to shorten and scarce, the calls went missing, the frequent kisses became dull pecks, and the hugs lacked their warmth. You couldn't even remember the last time you've shared an intimate moment together.

You didn't know if he noticed these signs, and frankly it hurt to envision his reaction. Imagine spending years with a lover - laughing and crying and venting as if it was their last day on earth - only to part ways just because one of them has fallen out of love.

But it wasn't your fault, right? Life just didn't want you to be together, is all. Sure, it would leave a scar in your already fragile heart, but you would manage. You would move on like a strong, independent woman you were.

If only it was that easy.

Despite your impatient nature, you couldn’t find it in yourself to break up with him. The opportunity was there - it was always there, tempting you to take it like the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden - yet your fear of disappointing him hindered you to do so.

But you needed to do it; for the sake of him and your conscience. You couldn't live with the regret of stringing him along when he could have someone better at his side. Someone that would give him the love and affection he deserved. Someone that he could marry and grow old later. Someone that would bear his children and, eventually, grandchildren.

You might not love him anymore, but you weren’t cruel enough to keep him when you didn’t have the right to.

“Jin,” you whispered once you broke the threshold of the living room. You had rushed home from work after hours of pondering, frustrations, and annoying colleagues that repeatedly asked your condition. You knew they were merely being nice, as you looked like you'd gone through a storm, but you weren't in the mood to speak. Unfortunately, some of them just couldn't take a fucking hint.

Not to mention, there was always an obstacle during your supposedly short trip somehow.

From bumping against a man and being scolded by him, the train took longer than usual, a crowd blocking your way to watch the police apprehended a thief, and nearly crashed into a car. It was as though the world had taken pity on Jin and conspired to prevent you from dropping the bombshell.

Yet, you were determined. More than ever. You just hoped it would be a quick breakup.

Of course, reality rarely aligns with expectations.

Jin snapped his head up and beamed.

“[Name]!” He dropped the magazine on his hands and bounced up to you like an excited puppy. You clenched your hands, forcing a smile. Why did he have to look so happy? It was as if seeing you bring all the joy into his gloomy world.

You clearly didn’t deserve him, did you? Not when he greeted you so cheerfully, unaware of the bad news that you’d brought for him.

Was this the right choice? Was it too late to back out now? Maybe this feeling was temporary. Maybe you still loved him.

... Did you?

When he opened his arms to scoop you into a bear hug like he usually did, tears stung your eyes. He felt... warm. You exhaled shakily, cherishing the heat that radiated from his big body whilst controlling your breath. It was crushing to think that this would be the last embrace you received from him.

The last time that he’d get to hold you like this.

God, why did everything have to feel depressing once you finally reached the end? Why couldn’t you just break things off without these... these unnecessary affections? Why couldn’t you just say goodbye and be done with it?

You reluctantly withdrew, discerning his frown from your peripheral vision.

“Jin, I...” You gaped, struggling to get the words out without stuttering. Blinking the tears away, you cleared your clogged throat. “I don’t think we can continue with this anymore.”

“What do you mean?” The response was spontaneous, and you noted – with a heavy chest – the slight panic on his voice. You silently ground your teeth, prepping yourself up, to tell the truth.

“You know what I mean.”

“Stop beating around the bush, jagi.”

He was right; you should be straightforward if you wanted to end this quickly. What was wrong with you? Since when you've been this cowardly? You took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut.

“I’ve fallen out of love.”

The world froze for a moment. Soft, almost inaudible, breaths cracked the thick silence. Jin opened before closing his mouth again like a fish out of the water. It continued for a minute until he whispered a question.

A question that you wished he hadn't uttered. But who were you to control what he said?

Oh, that's right. An ex.

“You’re lying, right...?”

You shook your head, a few tears flying around. If there was one thing that you hated, it’d be crying in front of him. You wanted him to know that you were strong, but you couldn’t. Your feelings have betrayed you long ago, and now you had to suffer the consequences.

“N-no,” you croaked out. “I really, really have fallen out of love with you.”

“But we can still be together, right?” Jin stepped forward and took your hands gently, eyes glistened with tears.

God, you hated that look. The look that told you that he was hopeful. The look that told you that he wanted to change things to the way they used to. But bringing back a perished feeling was no easy task.

Then again, what he wouldn't do for you?

“I swear, I’ll do anything," he begged, already on the verge of breaking down. His knees trembled underneath his blue jeans, and Jin wasn't sure if he could stand any longer. "I’ll even kill for you.”

You gasped, completely thrown off guard with his statement. How could he say that so readily? So... willing to go through that process for the sake of you. Didn't he know the consequences of killing?

No, he knew. Of course, he knew. Jin wasn't stupid. Yet, it still didn't make it any easier for you to digest.

Breaking up with him was one thing, but to see him behind the bars was another thing. You couldn't, and totally refused, to imagine that. What would you explain to his family should something like that ever happened? It would ruin your relationship with them and your image as well.

“God, no! You can’t. It’s illegal, Jin! You can go to prison!”

“Who cares?!” he exclaimed. This was the first time he ever came close to yelling, and the context wasn't something you had initially planned.

“No, Jin. You can’t just-” you flailed your hands around, unable to put the frustration into words. “You know what? I think it’s best if I go now. You obviously need to calm down and stop talking about killing because it's starting to freak me out.”

You moved to leave, but Jin was quick to seize your wrist.

“Don't go, please.” he pleaded, voice cracking along with your heart. “I swear, I’ll stop talking about killing if you just... stay. With me. I need you so much. I can't live without you.”

It was poetic and had it occur some other time, you'd roll your eyes for its cheesiness.

But now?

Now, you just wanted to curl up and cried until there were no more tears left.

“We’re over now, Jin. I can’t just hang around like we used to. It’ll be awkward for the both of us, knowing that we’re no longer a couple. And yes, you absolutely can live without me. I'm not your lifeline, Jin. You're an adult, so start acting like one.”

It was harsh, and you admitted it wasn't really necessary. But you needed an outlet to release all this stress that built up inside of you because you didn't want to end up yelling at him. You already broke up with him, his girlfriend of five years. He didn't need another scar to decorate his delicate heart.

You snatched your hand from his hold and opened the front door. “Thank you for all the memories we’ve shared together. I hope you find a better girlfriend than me.”

“... What if I say that I only want you?”

Jin was bowing his head when he whispered that, and you - stupid you - chose to stop and strain your ears to hear him a little clearer. “What...?”

Bad mistake.

Without further ado, a metal abruptly struck the back of your head. You collapsed on to the floor, discerning Jin's tall stature looming over you through the blurred gaze. It was a few moments of consciousness that you appreciated because you could see his expression before you fully passed out.

He bore no emotions whatsoever, not even when he approached your limp body and started dragging you to God knows where.

You fluttered your eyes open, staring at the familiar plain ceiling. How could you not recognize it right away, when you've stayed in this room for years? It was arguably one of the most memorable places in Jin's apartment aside from the kitchen.

With a tired yet pained groan, you slowly sat up and froze when you heard something tinkling. Peering down, you noticed a pair of chains bounded your legs around the feet of the bed.

“Those are the only thing I got from him.” A manly voice alerted you with another presence in the room. Your captor.

You never thought you'd live up to the day where you would call him that.

“Jin, you bastard!” you growled, forgetting all about his sensitivity because who the fuck cares? Not you anymore, definitely. “Let me go!”

“Hoseok told me that if your partner refuses to be with you, then the only way is to tie them up.” Jin rambled, straight up ignoring your demand.

Not that you expected him to. No kidnappers would release their victims without any reward or ulterior motives. Yet, it was nice to hope.

“He did that too, you know. With his girlfriend and her older brother. Apparently, he was planning to get her out of the house because he felt that Hoseok was ‘too possessive for her own good’.”

Jin huffed out an incredulous chuckle, combing back the brown bangs with his hand. “I mean, how silly is that? She’s his girlfriend, and yet that jerk had the audacity to separate them. He’s really blind to true love, don’t you think?”

Silly for him, creepy for you. However, stubborn people rarely change their minds. This trait - which had eventually become his downfall - was what connected you two in the first place.

“I don’t give a shit about your crazy friend’s story, Jin. Now let me go!”

Sighing, he got up from the creaky chair that was a bit too small for his broad physique and approached you. You flinched when you saw his hand reach out to stroke your face.

You might have held that hand before, but you'd be damned if you let it touch even a strand of your hair. Everything about him was pure toxic now.

“Jagi, don’t be like that. I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I? Why won’t you let me touch you?”

“Because we fucking broke up, Jin! Get it through that thick skull of yours that we’re over. Over!”

“Just because we're over, doesn't mean I can't touch you." he retorted, tugging a lock of your messy hair. You cried out in pain as you clawed at his hand to ease the grip. "And you’re always like this. Swearing. I don’t like it.”

“I don’t fucking care!” You gritted your teeth, trying to lessen the pain somehow. Although your attempt was futile, just as you predicted. You always knew that Jin had a bigger advantage than you, and yet you never expected him to resort to violence. Did the breakup mess him up that badly?

“Seems that I need to give you a lesson, then.”

Jin opened the drawer in one of the nightstands and pulled out a dark whip. Your eyes immediately widened as you backed away, already dreading the 'lesson' despite not having experienced it yet. Alas, the chains prevented you from avoiding the inevitable.

Well, shit.

“You know, jagi,” he said softly and had it occur on other times, you would’ve mistaken him for comforting you. You couldn't believe this was the same voice that you used to love to listen, especially in the early mornings. “I admit, I wasn’t expecting to use this so soon. I didn’t want to accept this at first, but Hoseok insisted. Saying that you’d surely struggle and I have to be able to discipline you like a good boyfriend I am. So, I hope you forgive me for my cruel method. I hate to do this, but you need to learn your lesson.”

You shook your head frantically when he advanced towards you, caressing the whip. “No, no, no. Please don’t do this, Jin. You’re better than this, I swear.”

“I know.”

“Just let me go and I promise you that I won’t tell anyone. Just- please...”

Lie.

Of course, you'd tell the police. There was no way you'd let this crazy man roam free and take you back to this familiar prison. But telling the truth seemed less than ideal, especially in this kind of predicament. When Jin set his eyes for something, he wouldn't stop going no matter what hardships that were thrown. You hated and admired this side of him.

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, jagi.” Jin unceremoniously cracked the whip against your leg, relishing in the agonized cry from your trembling lips. The skin reddened, yet he was far more distracted with the tears that trickled down your face. “I don’t want you to leave. You’re stuck here, with me, just like we always do. Just like what we've promised beforehand.”

He lifted your chin and slowly licked the tears. They tasted salty, but everything from you was sweet anyway.

Even your pain.

“I love you, [Name].”

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colorfultyrantearthquake · 5 years

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Starry eyes (Brian May x reader)

Warnings: Fluff ? Cheesiness ?

Words: 2.6k

A/N: Hey, everyone! So I just came up with this idea of writing a shot for none other than the Brian May, and it’s my first time writing anything Queen related so take it easy. Feedback is always appreciated. xoxo *♡* P.S: (let me know if anyone likes this thinks there should be a part two.)

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The bell jingled as the door of the library opened warming you cold, flushed face as you made your way inside while looking around for a place to sit and study at.

Darting your eyes around the room, you found all the tables taken but one, settled in the far corner of the room, you walked until you reached the table, putting down your books, you sat down on one of the two chairs that were facing each other, examining the place you saw a window on your side. Sighing, you placed your books in front of you and started studying.

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Brian held his books under his arm as he rounded the corner, it was a cold morning and the bridge of his nose turned red, his slim body and his tall neck hiding behind a jacket and a scarf, his eyes looking up every once in a while to see if he’s arrived at the library.

Crossing the street, he thought about the past few days, the band was going places and people started to recognise them more, Freddie wanted him to write a song but he couldn’t come up with ideas, also he had to choose whether he wanted to stay with the band or finish his studies which meant leaving his talent, dream and friends behind. Brian sighed heavily as he thought about the weight on his shoulders. His bony hand reached to open the door of the library, he entered quickly and closed the door, not wanting the coldness of December to interrupt the warm atmosphere of the library.

Making his way to his table (as he liked to call it since no one used it but him.) he halted in his tracks at the same time his eyes fell on a young woman, probably in her early twenties. She was sitting at his table, she had books scattered around the table in which all of them were open, she had her hair up in a messy bun with a pencil in it and a pen in her mouth being chewed as she thought about something. Brian felt nervous as he stood there not knowing what to do, he looked awkward standing in the middle of the library looking at a stranger – let alone a woman- who was sitting at his table, he shifted his weight while fidgeting with his fingers, not knowing what to do. He thought about gathering up the courage and just go sit there, he wasn’t standing too far from the table, two strides from his long legs and he would be there, but then he would be disturbing her, wouldn’t he ? He shook his head at the thought.

“Stupid thoughts” he said under his breath while darting his eyes around the library, searching again for another place without making a fool of himself.

“Excuse me ?” A voice on his left called him, he looked around and his eyes caught yours, waiting for your question to be answered you looked at him with curiosity and confusion. He felt his eyes lingering on your features that caught him by surprise. He felt his heart skip a beat in his chest at the way your wide eyes seemed to focus on him, Brian was never one to be attracted easily, but he’d be damned if he didn’t admit that he felt attracted to you.

“Uh, ‘m sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you. I was just talking to myself.” Talking to myself, really Brian ? Well done, Colombo. Now she thinks you’re crazy and you didn’t even get her name. His face flushed at his choice of words as he made up his mind that he’s embarrassed himself enough for one day, dumping all the feels that spread in his heart seconds ago. “I am sorry I’ll just go.” Brian said while turning around, ready to leave, hoping that you’d offer him to stay. “Hey, you can sit here, if you’d like.” You offered with a warm smile on your face not knowing what has really gotten into you, “its not like am inventing a time machine or something.”You added with a nervous laugh while gathering your books in a more neat pile. Brian hesitated as he stood there, not knowing if he should follow his brain, or the flutter of this muscle in his chest. “Are you sure ? I don’t want to disturb you. I can just go.” Brian looked at you while searching your face, looking for any signs of hesitance, but he found none. “You won’t be, just as I said its not that important I am just trying to catch up with my studying. Here.” You stood up and pushed the opposite chair back (which was supposed to be his to sit.) “Voila” You added with a smile while sitting back down. Funny. He thought to himself. What an interesting start for a day. ______________________________ Chewing down on your pen, you found yourself growing annoyed by the second. not being able to get anything the book opened in front of you inside of your head. “Stupid thoughts.” You heard someone, not so very far away, say. The great timing of the sentence caught your attention as you looked around, your eyes caught a tall figure with very long legs and curly hair that framed his face, one long arm hung by his side while the other held the books close to his side, the hand of his free arm brushed back some curls that bounced on his forehead.

“Excuse me ?” You blurted out without thinking. Looking at him curiously and somewhat embarrassed at your bluntness as he turned his whole body towards you and his eyes met yours, your breath hitched upon seeing his features clearly. Sun rays made their ways through the window of the library and painted his sculpted face in a masterpiece, his long nose accompanied by his sharp cheekbones with his long, thick eyelashes framing his eyes. You felt your eyes lingering on his features feeling how calm you became when you looked at him and took him in. “Uh, ‘m sorry” his voice snapped you back into reality as your cheeks flushed a bit, “didn’t mean to disturb you. I was just talking to myself.” If you weren’t aware of the fact that you had to answer, you wouldn’t have.

His voice, it sounded soft and warm, a soothing melody that could calm a storm, just like a piano being played sof- Y/N WHAT THE HECK ? Get a goddamn grip, you don’t even know him.

Shifting in your seat, you cleared your throat while weighing your options, you can offer him to stay and get to know him, or you could just let him go.

Being wise, you chose the first.

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2 hours. It’s been two hours since he sat in front of you and no words were exchanged. His long fingers were wrapped around a highlighter as he concentrated on the pages in front of him, he bit his chapped lip while his brows furrowed, his curls bounced every time he shook his head in an attempt to push all the distractions away. You were going mad, well just very slightly mad not much. But still, you needed to talk to him. Looking at the book in his hands, you made out some things about the universe, starts and galaxies. Interesting. You finally decided to make some small talk.

“So you’re a scientist ?” you asked smoothly looking at him while closing your book shut, your eyes started to hurt from reading and you needed a break. You didn’t even know his name, yet. He looked up quickly that you thought he snapped his neck, he looked at you with big, vibrant eyes who looked startled but then softened at the recognition of your voice. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth at your question, he felt his heart flutter at you calling him a scientist.

“No, not yet anyways. I don’t even know if I am gonna get there.” You watched the smile on his face turn into a frown matching the one on his eyebrows. Remembering the weights on his shoulders, Brian looked down at his fingernails, white nail polish was adorning his tanned fingers. “Why’s that ?” you asked feeling down by the sudden change in his demeanour, you tried to calm your heart, that was gradually increasing its pace each time your mind showed the memory of his eyes looking up at you, or when his face formed a smile, or when he did anything in general. You’re officially too deep in. Enjoy your ride. Your brain sarcastically added.

“I think at some point I’ll drop out for the band I am in right now.” He said while looking up from under his lashes. However, everything vanished when he said the word ‘band’. Band. He’s in a band. “What kind of band ?” your interest was greatly piqued. Brian flushed slightly at your attention as he wasn’t one to talk about himself a lot. “I am in a rock band, it’s called Queen, I am the Guitarist.” He rubbed the back of his neck, while looking down, feeling slightly insecure at giving too much about himself. You were positive that in this moment, your heart beat was coming out of your eyes, that explained the calloused fingertips and the veins popping in his hands. Okay, slow down. You said to yourself. What’s so special about him that made you feel like this ? You meet hundreds of people and yet there you are, having your heart running for a stranger that you didn’t even know his name. Does it really matter if I didn’t know his name ? That’s simple.

“What’s your name ?” you surprised him with the question, Brian shifted in his seat at the sudden change of topics, he looked thoughtful for a while as he studied your sudden move. “My name’s Brian. What’s yours ?” he asked back, looking at you with a look that seemed to analyse your personality. You don’t know her after all. His brain repeated for the millionth time in his brain forcing his eyes to look somewhere else before he got too attached. Focus, Bri. Meanwhile, you sat there dumbfounded. His name is Brian. B - R - I - A - N. Brian. How perfect is that ?? Your mind seemed to malfunction as your eyes focused on him, feeling more attracted to him, it escaped your notice completely that he asked you a question. You didn’t know you had such strong feelings in you, you had some relationships here and there, but none of them made you feel anything, it was just for a while and vanishes. You never felt this attracted to someone. “Miss, you alright ?” Brian looked concerned once again giving himself the right to analyse your face and your emotions that were locked in your eyes. Blinking rapidly, you focused back on Brian. “I am sorry, what were you saying ?” You asked feeling blood rushing to your cheeks. Jeez, Y/N, you’ve never blushed that much before. “I was asking about your name.” Brian stated while closing his book and brushing it to the side, then leaned into the table and looked at you closely. Under his jacket, he wore a shirt that was halfway unbuttoned exposing his collarbones and the tanned skin of his chest, three necklaces rested in the hollow space between his collarbones making him look more beautiful, his hands were folded on the table and you noticed his fingers drumming softly, waiting for your answer. His eyes held a light green shade, they radiated softness and warmth, you noticed golden flecks in his eyes while a very small brown rim surrounded his irises. Starry skies looked at you from behind these long lashes, you took your time studying the universe in his eyes and once again, you forgot to answer his question. Brian noticed your eyes searching his features, then -literally- halting at his eyes. Your face showed concentration while studying his eyes and analysing them. He almost looked away, but he couldn’t. He was lost in your eyes too and he couldn’t help it. For Brian, the stars and the universe were very sacred that he didn’t dare think that anything looked like them, not even close. And there you sat in front of him, changing everything he could’ve ever believed. Are you sure about this, Bri ? Before he answers his mind, he found himself blurting the next sentence. “You’ve got starry eyes.” You both said at the same time. You looked startled for a second while Brian was taken aback by the situation. You both laughed and shook your heads, the attraction was so clear you couldn’t deny it anymore, not even your rational side that kept telling you that he could be lying and that he was a serial killer. Do I look like I care ? Stop ruining this. With this last sentence, you shut your brain off, and let your heart to rule your head.

“You never answered my question.” Brian stated while leaning back in his chair, his back ached slightly because he wasn’t used to sitting for a long time, his hands rubbed against each other, trying to provide some warmth. “My name’s Y/N, am sorry I didn’t answer it, I was rather distracted.” Your smile covered your face feeling a garden of roses bloom in your chest. He really was something, you could feel it. Brian smiled fondly at the look on your face, returning back to his previous position sending your heart into performing a drums solo. “So Y/N, do you think you have anytime for me to get to know your starry eyes more ?” Brian asked, knowing that the possibility of you saying no was a bit high, and he didn’t know where this surge of confidence came from, but he knew that he needed to know more about you, the feeling in his chest wasn’t one that he felt often (if ever) and he knew that you must be something special. He felt the click and he couldn’t ignore it. “I think I do, I’d love to get to know the universe that you hold in there.” You poked at his chest while laughing at your own cheesiness, never have you ever thought that a day like this would come, where you just behave carelessly and comfortably around someone, but your heart told you that he wasn’t just someone. He was very special and it was so hard to miss, everything in him made sure of this. Brian’s smile widened showing his teeth at you as you both stood up to leave.

Once you reached the door, he walked a head opening the door for you, you smiled and walked out, waiting for him to join you. “Actually me and the band,” he cleared his throat before proceeding, “we have a concert tonight and you’re welcome to come and watch, it’ll take place in the pub round the corner of the library,” He looked at you with nervousness in his eyes, “that’s if you like, of course.” He felt uneasy asking you to a concert, knowing that you might change your opinion in him once you see that he’s not good enough for you as you think. He looked down at his shoes, not wanting to see your reaction, sometimes he doubted himself and he couldn’t do anything about it. “I’d love to, I’ll be there.” You said as you leaned up to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. You were both surprised by the simple gesture yet it felt so normal.

Brian’s eyes looked into yours with a glint in them and happiness that you felt in your own heart. “Alright then, I’ll see you there.” Brian said as he leaned down to hug you, your petite frame stopping at his chest. You hugged him back while looking at the sky above, with nothing to think about but Brian, and his starry eyes. @zodiacal-dust-and-curls I hope this helps your day get better. ♥

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So for you. What other fandoms are you in? When, how and why wincest?😁😍😎

Oh my, gird your loins, this is gonna be a long confession.

LIFE:

I little background (This is all very relevant, because it had direct affect on whatever choices I would make, stuff I might like and my own personal evolution as a human, leading me to where I am today - including my on-the-side fandom life, which are a huge part of me).

Female, only child - I was born in 1990 in Soviet Russia/Russia (it’s a murky year for definitions) in the farthest eastern piece of land on the globe that still constitutes as Asia, a place where they learn Japanese as a second language instead of English. I’m Jewish on my mother’s side, my father is not. Our small family migrated to Israel in 1996. I was enrolled in a religious school, for the first two years of my education. Religious orthodox little girls are bitches. I suffered. I was 6, and a 100% language barrier. Then I was enrolled in a state-religious school for 4 years. Made my first 2-3 friends. One of them is my forever best like-a-sister-to-me friend since then. Still, it screwed with my head just enough - having a secular background and family and religious preaching at school fucks you up real good. By this time I had an actual artificially ensued phobia of males. Boy, man, horse. If it had a dick I was opting out in the opposite direction. It was also a very violent time, hits and punches, teeth and nails. Got suspended once, this other girl in my class broke a guy’s teeth, ended in a juvenile institute for girls.

The next 6 years (12-18 years old) I spent in a secular boarding school, which, in Israel, are inherently patriotic in nature. These years were my most definitive and had the greatest influence on my preferences. Had my real-life heterosexual-life partner thing going for me, and the plan wast to graduate and move together. Never panned out. 18-20 - served my two mandatory 2 years (as a phlebotomist, of all things). This was when I eventually snapped and began actually maturing. By that time I still had zero interest i the opposite sex (or the same sex for the matter). At 19.6 y/o met my future husband and the future father of our now 2.6 y/o girl, began my B.Arch (took me almost a decade to finish because of pregnancy and financials). As of now, I am an Architect in practice, I work in a small but a very affluent in work firm/office. Waiting for my diploma to be issued.

So, I am trilingual (Russian. Hebrew, English), married+1, architect, artist on a hiatus, I have zero fear of needles and blood, love to read, love to interpret, love to translate. I also failed the Kinsey Scale Test twice. Until very recently in my life I couldn’t pick up on sexual innuendo at all, couldn’t identify if I was hit on, too. Today I like sex just fine, but it’s not a prime need of mine, which lead to me and my (very sexual in nature) significant other to agree on an open relationship. 100/100 would recommend.

FANDOM:

TV was a friend. I was 7-8 y/o when Pokemon hit the little screen in Israel. For technical reasons, I couldn’t watch the first episode. So I refused to watch the next ones too, until I’ll catch the first one on the saturday reruns. This marks my first exhibit of obsessiveness towards a franchise/media. But Pokemon was for cool kids, and for boys, so I can’t enjoy it (unfortunately this is going to be a recurring theme). I absorbed Hebrew quickly, and found myself spending time in the library. TV, library, pencils and paper were all I cared for. I was about 10 when girls at school, who had access (early 2000′) were giggling about something called Sailor Moon. But they were the very cool kids. Can’t have that at all. I read Interview With a Vampire when I was 11-12. I then flipped the book and realized there was apparently a movie, too. It will be years until I’ll have the chance to watch it. I switched from teen books to adults fantasy and horror at that time. I remembering giggling through R.L. Stein’s stuff. It was like candy to me. I would read whatever I could find. I didn’t listen to music. Music is for the cool kids, and I am not allowed. There was no music at home, too.

About that time, I found Flowers In The Attic and drank it up. The things that lurk in school libraries. I was engrossed in the darkness, the horror. The pain and angst and the, well, horror. It was beautiful. Then came Dragon Lance, and I fell for the Caramon & Raistlin story. Fantasy, dragons, and two brothers against ll odds, the warrior and the mage, who are forever bound, and when they die, they join each other in the river of souls. I loved it to bits. I couldn’t survive through Tolkien. loved The Hobbit, but 30 pages into the third book and he was still describing a forest - so I ditched it. Harry Potter was huge to me, I drank it up. But Harry Potter was for cool kids, so I couldn’t really talk about it. And then when I was 13-14 y/o a friend introduced me to manga. It was 2003-04, the Internet was becoming prominent feature of life. My first manga was Gravitation. Of all things. But manga and anime is for really cool girls, I can’t have that. But now I had Internet access.

That’s when I encountered Angel Sanctuary, and Kaori Yuki’s work. Gothic Lolita, Visual Kei. I’v found my niche. No one of the cool kids had any idea about those pretty things, I could hold them and have them for myself. It became one of my greatest inspirations. I read tons of manga online, combing the web for scanlation groups. Anime, too. I became very good at finding stuff. Like, real good. I even have two Angel Sanctuary fanart pieces.

Did you notice a theme already? I haven’t until very recently.

In 2005-6 (I can’t recall for sure) Israeli AXN release a promo of Supernatural. I recognized that “very good actor whose character(s) I really liked from Dark Angel”. It as all true but also I was THAT aloof about physical human beauty and attraction. But I was interrupted watching the Pilot and begrudgingly decided to follow upon it on a saturday rerun, Guess what, I got interrupted again. And it was ON, TV be damned. I hit the Google, and piracy was it. I watched Supernatural with reverence. It was entirely MINE. I opened an account on fan-wikia Supernatural site, which I lost and forgot about that was my first ever fandom-related interaction. By that time I also had a DeviantART page, which I kinda left as a storage unit as life took its course. Basically, in August 2020 I will hit 30, which would mean Supernatural officially was by my side half of my life.

I had no idea what shipping was, though. Until Teen Wolf, funny enough. Teen Wolf was my first ship experience. I didn’t read fanfic until then. Sterek somehow managed to pull me in that world. It’s that palpable on screen. So I joined tumblr. It took me time to get accustomed to all this, because even fandom is for cool kids but OH I AM ANONYMOUS.

And I gradually became more aware. Of pretty much everything. With Supernatural keeping me alive through my degree studies, prompting my sexuality to emerge (it is still a fucked up sexuality. But it’s a start.). Worked through issues with Supernatural on my back-burner all the time.

Then Supernatural hit 10 seasons. And I had to celebrate, and it was my first and only (so far) Supernatural fanart. I began reading fanfic. But so much of it wasn’t what I was looking for. So after some contemplation, I decided to try and write my own (EasyRush). And that was it for me, I essentially drowned in it, the wincest. Now that is had a name. As of today, it has become this thing that I can dig into to find me some solace after a hard day.

I can’t even say that there was a specific scene. Or a why. It’s just IS. Like the John-finds-out fics: A gradual dawning realization. Looking back, it’s all the elements of whatever I consumed merged and acted out by very talented and compelling actors.

It has the setting of Flowers In The Attic, the mythology of Angel Sanctuary and the charm of Dragon Lance, turned up to eleven. It’s Gothic Urban Fantasy, gritty and beautiful (I miss classic Supernatural aesthetic BADLY) and is a survivor.

On retrospect I begin to pinpoint moments that have subconsciously lead me to it. There was never any other option.

Wincest is never for the cool kids. It’s for people like me.

P.S.: I think there might be a part two. I need to go. This was a great walk down memory lane, it’s not even half of it.

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GOT7 Mafia!AU where s/o tries to leave them and gets kidnapped

based on the request:

I live mafia au’s man 😪😪 so can I have a got7 scenario where they have an arranged marriage and have not shown the s/o any affection because they don’t want to get involved so their s/o tries to leave and gets kidnapped. Angst with a fluff ending please 🙇‍♀️

genre: mafia!au, angst, fluff.

WARNINGS: strong language, some violent themes.

a/n: wow this took so l o n g im so sorry welp here's maknae line I hope you guys like it! xx

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Youngjae

He never talked to you.

When he did, it always turned into an argument.

You weren't even trying anymore. None of it meant anything to you. You were only tolerating this because your family asked you to. They were known associates of the Mafia family you were married into.

You never participated in your family's work but this time you had little to no choice. At first, you imagined it wouldn't be that bad but it turned out to be a nightmare.

You never wanted to socialize but here you were, almost everyday, getting into these parties and so called meetings because "we go as a whole."

This was really getting on your nerves; Youngjae noticed as you were in the corner of the big hall all alone sipping on your cocktail.

"Is everything alright?" he walked over to stand in front of you.

Why is he so fucking hot? You thought to yourself. Sure, he was your husband but you guys barely even saw each other. His hair slightly parted and the side curves falling on the frame of his forehead.

Jesus, what a man.

"All good," you diverted your gaze from him to the bar island.

"Why are you moping then?" his voice was stern.

"I am not moping," you felt slightly offended.

"You need to socialize, Y/N. That's why we organize these events, to widen our reach," he said taking a seat next to you at the bar.

"Boo-hoo because I don't like socializing," you stated while holding up your index fingers to the bartender as a sign for another drink.

"Why not?"

"Not my thing."

"Is that how you dismiss everything?"

"Works, doesn't it?" you gave him a fake smile. Your anger was rising.

He scoffed at your answer.

"What? I am sorry I'm not like a normal person. I need time to get my energy back after I am done doing this shit. But as you need to do this every fucking day, it gets exhausting."

"No one's forcing you, Y/N," he was relatively calm.

You chuckled, "Like I have another choice."

"Make it strong," you told the bartender who was mixing your drink.

"I think you've had enough," Youngjae said.

"Who are you to decide?"

"A sober person who is also your husband."

You know there was no getting out of this.

"Whatever, go away," you stood up and walked out of the place to the main road to get some fresh air.

You've made a lot of bad decisions in your life and taking a walk turned out to be one of them.

God knows how you ended up in the back of a van; restrained.

You've often said that you'd rather die than socialize with people, but you didn't mean literally.

Turns out the people that kidnapped you were also at the party earlier. It was only a matter of time you would've been kidnapped as this seemed like an elaborate plan.

Youngjae must've noticed this too because it didn't take him much time to come and get these idiots who were now begging for their lives.

On the very first meeting many would assume that Youngjae might be a softie but boy, were they wrong. You don't know what his men did to the kidnappers but by the looks of Youngjae's actions; it was definitely something you'd rather not see.

"The party was better than this, wasn't it?" he asked you while lending you his black tux coat as you both stepped out of the abandoned building you were kept in for 5 minutes.

"Well.." you hesitated as if it wasn't a rhetorical question.

"Really? Talking to people is worse than getting kidnapped?"

"Are those really my only options? Talking to strangers and almost dying by the hands of strangers?"

"Don't be dramatic; you wouldn't have died," he stated while getting in the backseat of the car after you.

"You don't know that," you pouted.

"I wouldn't have let that happen," he said, "home," he told the driver seated in his shining black Porsche.

You didn't know what to say to that. Was it him being protective of the people he knew or was it him being protective of particularly you?

"Thanks, I guess."

"You don't have to talk to strangers; you could've just told me that it made you uncomfortable," he spoke while looking out of the window.

"Telling you that would've made me uncomfortable too," you mumbled as you fiddled with your fingers in your lap.

"What doesn't make you uncomfortable?" he asked genuinely still looking at the stuff that appeared to be running past the car.

"I don't know. Um- movies calm me down, I guess. I watch a lot of them."

"Well, let's watch a movie with snacks when we get home," you could almost hear his smile through these words.

BamBam

This bitch was testing you so much. He never even looked at you but was surrounds by girls all the time.

Sure, it was an arranged marriage, but you were still his wife! He would be with other girls in public and you know how fucking humiliating it is for you.

You would not be surprised if you found out that he was sleeping with one or all of these girls, but you would be hurt to the core. You were his wife.

It was a small get together; you were told. Turned out to be a huge ass party. And Bambam was, of course, surrounded by girls with skin on display. They were very hot, indeed.

It made you so insecure. Maybe that's why he never looks at you? Maybe you're not attractive? Great.

You'll find someone who'll find you attractive, if not Bambam. You don't need self-doubt. You were beautiful as you were and no one can tell you otherwise.

Eric, a family friend, always complimented you. He would be the one to notice the small changes you made in order to get some reaction from Bambam, but it never worked. Eric was the only one who would notice the small details, which made you feel less insecure.

You walked away to find Eric who was sitting on the sofa in the corner of the big room. He saw you walk in and passed a huge smile and nodded his head towards the empty seat next to him.

You guys talked, and you did not hold back on the flirting. Why would you care? He was cute and interested, that's all that matters. You said something blunt about the way Ms. Rivera nagged every person which made Eric laugh out loud with his head thrown back. Somehow his hand found its way on your thigh, and you didn't mind it.

You were having fun with him when you felt someone looking at you from the corner of your eye. You didn't notice it at first but that someone kept coming closer and closer until..

"Y/N! What are you doing?" Bambam spit out in an angry tone standing in front of the sofa you and Eric were seated on.

"Joining the circus. Why?" you replied nonchalantly which made Eric giggle a bit. He always noticed that Bambam never treated you right and it always made his blood boil.

"Wow, really funny. I need to talk to you," he lowered his voice.

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why? I just do."

You just kept staring at him with a blank face till the point he lost his patience and grabbed you by the wrist to drag you out of the mansion.

"What is your problem?!" you spoke loudly while rubbing your wrists.

"You flirting with other men," he said in the deepest voice with the deadliest eye contact.

"Ha!" you laughed, "You're one to say."

He scoffed.

"You were the one who was always around other girls, and I talk to one guy so suddenly it's a problem for you?" you said sternly.

"How was I supposed to know that was bothering you?" he asked genuinely. Is he for real?

"Are you that fucking oblivious?" your volume got a bit higher.

"Was I supposed to understand how you felt through telepathy?!" he threw his hands in the air and turned around so that his back was facing you.

He sighed and put his hands on his waist while looking down, "You know, I am not good at this; I just thought you didn't feel the same way as I did. I mean, you were pretty miserable when we got married. I just figured I should give you some space."

No answer. Bambam felt a bit embarrassed after admitting how he felt and getting absolutely no reply from your side.

"Oh, now's the time you decided to stop talking?" he chuckled and turned around.

His entire body went stiff at the sight in front of him.

You were there with a gun to your head with a hand thrown on your mouth preventing you from making any sounds.

"You fucking-"

"Save it for later. Step back or I'll shoot her right here," you heard a manly voice coming from the person who kept you from moving. Your eyes were tight shut as you didn't want to believe this was happening. He dragged you backwards and you felt the pressure exerted from the tip of the gun loosen when you took the que and swinged your right leg with all the power you had to kick him in the balls with the heel of your foot. You got a grip on his hand at the same time and pushed it up so even if he pulled the trigger, it won't go through your brain.

Thankfully Bam's men came and handled the situation as many guys were there to pose threat at you. Bambam didn't care about anything except you and whether you were okay or not.

He half walked-half ran to you before you wrapped your arms around him and he did the same. Your chin rested on his shoulder; one of his hands held the back of your head and the other was tight around your waist.

"I am so sorry, Y/N, fuck I can't believe that son of a bitch-" he started but got cut off by you, "no, thank you for being here. I was so scared," you squeezed your eyes shut as more tears spilled out.

His hand caressed your back while you gradually started taking long breaths and finally came to the realization that you were safe, right where you were, in his arms.

"It's funny," Bambam chuckled, "I never put my guard down; and the one time I do, this happens."

You gave out a weak laugh before detaching yourself from him, "We need to talk about that," you finally looked into his eyes as he wiped the half dried tears from your cheek.

"We have all the time to do that, you need to rest first," he instructed while walking you towards the car waiting to escort you both home.

The entire ride home was just both of you cuddled into each other as you rested your head on his shoulder. You could definitely get used to this.

Yugyeom

Everything felt very hypocritical. On one side, your sister-in-law always said that Yugyeom cared about you; on the other hand, he always acted cold towards you.

"Hey! What if I get kidnapped or something?" you whined at Yugyeom when he didn't care for your presence.

"No one would do that, you're too annoying to deal with," he cockily remarked while shaking his head to the hideous outfit the manager showed him.

"Wow, rude," you were offended. You weren't that annoying, were you?

"You know what? Pick the pair outfits by yourself, I am going home," you shoved the hanger with a dark blue tux into Yugyeom's chest.

"And how are you going to do that?" he questioned but you were already on your way out of the designer clothes showroom.

This was for a huge event you had to go to and your sister-in-law came up with the idea of wearing matching outfits with her husband which prompted Yugyeom's mother to ask you both to do the same. You were even a couple, how was this supposed to work anyway?

Yes, you both were married, but that didn't mean anything. You both were almost strangers to each other.

He was an ass. You really wanted to punch his perfect teeth out; all of them. As you walked out of the shopping complex, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to find an old lady looking confused.

"Can I help you?"

"I broke my glasses," she held up a pair of smashed specs, "can you show me the way to the parking area? My husband is waiting for me over there," she gave a defeated smile.

So, you took her to the parking lot, where you found out that you got tricked. There was no husband, but only 20 men waiting for your arrival.

"Fuck," you tried to run back but you were surrounded. As you opened your mouth to scream, a hand flew over your parted lips which muffled your cries for help.

You were actually getting kidnapped, after you joked about it like 20 minutes ago. Was this a hidden camera? That would be better.

They locked you in the back of the van and drove out of the parking lot when suddenly the van halted.

You heard a few gunshots that made you flinch. The van's back door was finally opened by Yugyeom who had a visibly angry expression plastered all over your face.

"You got yourself kidnapped just to prove a point or what?" he asked as he pulled you out of the vehicle.

"Yeah, I did that on purpose," you snapped, "they kidnapped me despite of me being annoying."

"You were kidnapped for literally a minute, calm down," he said casually as he walked between the dead bodies and you followed him like a lost puppy.

Gross.

"It was still very traumatic," you mumbled, "they were better than you."

He stopped in his tracks.

"You're saying, the people who wanted to hurt you were better than the person who saved you?" He turned around to face you with a poker face.

"Now that you put it like that.."

"You know the real reason why I said that no one could kidnap you?" he said, "because I would never let anyone ever hurt you. Even when they think about doing that, they'll be dead before it happens," he gestured towards the dead men lying on the ground.

"You're really weird. You act like you hate me; but then you also go around saying stuff like that to me," you were utterly confused.

"That's just how I am to the people I care about," he stated as he took a step towards you.

"Did you just admit that you care about me?" you tried to hold back from smiling like an idiot.

"No?" he scratched the back of his neck as he diverted his gaze to somewhere else.

"Too late," you had a wide grin, "let's go baby boy," you gestured him to follow you.

He did follow you, "what did you just call me?"

"Baby boy. Do you like it?" You turned your head to look at him while still walking like a happy 5 year old toddler, "Kinky."

He was flustered by your actions, "Wha- you- you do realize I'm the head of the mafia?" he followed you like a lost puppy to the car waiting for you both; oh, how the tables have turnt.

"You do realize I'm married to the head of the mafia?" you gave him a stern gaze.

He laughed while shaking his head, "you're too much."

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