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jaylver · 9 months

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SEVEN — L.HS

SYNOPSIS: Pissing you off wasn’t what Heeseung expected or wanted. So, he came up with a plan to try and win your good side back over the seven days of the week.

PAIRINGS: non-idol!heeseung x afab!reader

GENRE: established relationship, VERY slight angst, lots of fluff

WARNING(S): profanities, mentions of taylor swift's concert ticketing (👹)

WC: 1.8k

AUTHOR NOTES: all thanks to kook's seven that inspired me this! btw it's inspired by the MV not the lyrics 😭 man the lyrics threw me tf off i'm CRYING anyway i don't write nsfw sooo don't expect me to base it off the lyrics HAHAH but the song and mv just reminds me of hee sm! that's why i decided to whip this up. enjoy and please leave a feedback! it'll help a lot <3

Heeseung was an idiot.

He hated the fact that he had actually pissed you off. Forgetting a date was the last mistake he expected from himself, unintentionally leaving you sitting in the middle of the restaurant while it rained outside, the clear picture of you being stood up embarrassed you. He was such an ass for that.

He knew he deserved the angry yells from you, holding you as you calmed down until you finally heard him out. You couldn’t entirely blame him for working late, but you wished he had told you sooner, sobbing into his shoulder as he kissed your tears away, kissing your waist and eased your mind, whispering 'sorry' on repeat.

“Let me love you right.”

Heeseung stuck to his promise, doing one of the craziest things he hasn’t done in a while, which was planning something for every day of the week.

i. Monday

Coming home from work was exhausting. You just wanted to lie in bed with a soothing mask on and do nothing.

Upon entering the threshold, you noticed something different. Heeseung wasn’t in his usual position on the couch watching his usual evening program or even gaming. There’s no way he would have disappeared, right?

“You’re back,”

Speaking of the devil.

You eyed the plates of food in his hands, catching the cheesy grin on his face. “What are you doing?” you placed your bag down, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

“Dinner, duh,”

Eyebrows furrowed, you casted him a suspicious glance. “There’s no motive behind this, is there?”

Heeseung set the plates down, looking thoroughly offended. “Can’t I do something for my girl?”

“Hee, you never cook. You live on instant noodles—which is so bad, by the way—that is why I’m wondering what all these are,”

Your gaze softened at the nicely cooked meals your boyfriend had prepared, feeling his arm slowly slither around your waist. "I just wanted to do something nice,"

Something clicked in your mind. "Is it because of last weekend? You know I'm over it, right?"

It seemed that your words had hit the spot. His lopsided smile told you you've guessed it right.

"Heeseung,"

He threw his hands up in defeat, letting out a breath. "I can't help feeling guilty and I just wanted to make up for it," he tugged you in closer. "Can I?"

You were never immune to your boyfriend's charms, giving in and rolling your eyes at him. "Of course you can. I'll make sure to taste every flavour of your home cooked meal,"

His grin widened, pinching your cheeks softly. "You're so annoying,"

"What's that?"

"You're so cute, I mean."

ii. Tuesday

"I had a pleasant surprise at the office today,"

You were saying when you closed the door, seeing Heeseung at his usual spot watching some sports program on the big screen, acting oblivious. He hummed in response as you crept closer to him.

"I got flowers," you stood behind him, leaning down and threw your arms around his neck. "My favourite flowers,"

He turned his head slightly towards you, an amused smile plastered on that sly face of his. "I wonder who they're from,"

"I wonder too," you played along, pressing a kiss on his cheek and instantly saw his typical pleased expression. "Thank you,"

"I'm glad you liked them," he held your hand gently, sincerity shining in his gaze.

"I always like every one of them that you've sent me,"

"I'll make sure to send you more."

iii. Wednesday

"I rented the movie you were dying to watch,"

"No way!"

Getting off work early and being back home earlier than usual was the greatest thing you could ever get from the world. It was one of those days where you and your boyfriend decided to have a chill night in, calling your usual take out, but this time, Heeseung had something in store.

Heeseung knew you were dying to watch a newly released movie considering the amount of times you rambled to him about it. But with your's and his packed schedules, staying at home was almost like a treasure. So, he wanted to make sure you get to watch the movie without leaving the comforts of your couch and rented the movie instead.

"I will cry right now," you melted into his touch the moment you cuddled into his side, letting him kiss your forehead.

"Watch the movie first before you cry," he laughed jokingly, rubbing your arm soothingly.

You smiled at him, poking his cheek. "I'll pay for the next time, okay? I'm not taking a 'no' as an answer,"

He nodded, stroking your head affectionately. He might've gone along with your words, but deep down, he knew he was going to be the one who pays next round, just because he wanted to. It was you after all.

iv. Thursday

"You're joking, right?"

Heeseung was a brave fighter. He would actually fight hard just for you. But buying concert tickets? That was a whole different side of war he had seen.

Heeseung intended it to be a surprise. During his lunchtime at work, he gathered his friends and their computers to snatch tickets, specifically Taylor Swift tickets. He was fighting against millions of people and just thinking about it made him shudder.

Sunghoon was losing his focus as time passed, Jay needed the toilet and Jake was on the brink of closing his tabs out of impatience, but Heeseung was the only one holding out.

Time ticked and just when everyone was about to lose it, Heeseung's tab was loaded. He swore he saw the gates of heaven there and then. It all happened in a haze and before he knew it, the tickets were secured. Now, he needed a plan to surprise you.

Frankly, a random Thursday night wasn't fit for a whole damn surprise and Heeseung was tired. During dinner, he just let it slip, seeing the honest shock in your face was totally worth it.

"I'm not joking at all," he chuckled, watching you jump around and attacking him with a bear hug, arms and legs wrapped around his body.

"You won the great war!" You practically smothered his face with kisses, and he just accepted it happily.

"Oh my God, I need to think of outfit ideas for us,"

He sat there with you in his hands, feeling content already just from the crazy smile on your face. All it took was your happiness to make him equally happy.

v. Friday

Having a boyfriend who loved to spend money on useless stuff was sometimes a blessing and a curse.

This time around, Heeseung actually put one of his impulse buys to use. The karaoke machine.

Spending Friday nights inside was a calming type of fun. You and Heeseung both had already moved past that phase of staying out late and just wanted a peace of mind at home now instead. Even if it meant you resembled old couples by playing monopoly, checkers, uno and other types of games, it didn't matter to either you or him.

Heeseung, however, thought it was an even more fun idea to crank up the karaoke machine rotting in the other room to add to the night. You didn't say no, and watched him drag it out with a proud look on his face.

He set it up, praying there would be no noise complaints the next morning and started singing some of his favourite songs. You watched him silently, a sweet smile evident on your lips.

"Come on, let's sing our song," he tugged your hand, pulling you to your feet and handing you a microphone. The familiar beat of a slow romantic song that you two loved started playing and he pulled you close to him, wrapping his arm around your waist.

The voices of yours and his mixed together into the night, swaying with each other and just purely enjoying one another's company. Heeseung made sure to make you feel special, spinning you around and doing extra stunts, eliciting laughter from you.

If this could last forever, you wished it would.

vi. Saturday

Heeseung has always been a hopeless romantic, it's no secret.

He loved bringing you out on dates, whether it was spontaneous or not, he just wanted to treat you like a princess.

It wasn't an exception this time.

Bringing you out to one of the michelin restaurants he wanted to try out in a long time as a date night that he had been planning for months on end. It was totally worth it when he was the dress you were wearing, complimenting his suit as well.

"You look gorgeous tonight, wow," he said this again once you got out of the car, even after telling you many times before leaving your place.

"Thank you," you accepted his hand, blushing all over again. "You look absolutely breathtaking as well,"

He shot a wink at you. "Flattered,"

"I'm really happy we're spending tonight together,"

"So suddenly? We always do," he glanced confusedly at you.

"I know," you squeezed his hand softly. "But tonight I'm just extra happy we're both here, you know? I'm just grateful for you. The things you did—hell, this—everything, I'm lucky to have you,"

"Me too," he squeezed your hand back, swinging it back and forth. "I'll always go out of my way for you. You're the exception."

vii. Sunday

Sundays were left for shopping and splurging.

You hated it but Heeseung couldn't help spending money on you. He loved buying you stuff which included his useless online shopping hauls.

Walking around the mall hand in hand, you swore your legs were on the verge of breaking. Heeseung was an avid shopper compared to you, so instead of the stereotypical girlfriend dragging her boyfriend around, it was the opposite for you.

You helped him pick out a new cologne, some new clothes and skincare. Not knowing it would be your turn to shop, or at least, he was hoping you would buy something.

"I want some ice cream,"

"Only ice cream?"

"Yes, Hee, just ice cream," you tugged him towards the nearest Baskin Robbins you could locate, craving for a scoop of cookies and cream. "You know you don't need to splurge on me, right?"

"I know, but I want to," he pouted, showing his classic bambi eyes to you.

"I know you do," you bumped his shoulder lightly. "But today, I just want some ice cream, nothing more,"

"Let me get you your favourite flavours?"

"I can't say no to that."

Safe to say Heeseung had successfully erased the bad memory from your mind and left even better ones. He might've not been the most perfect guy, but he was the best for you, all seven days, every week, every month, and for evermore.

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lifeiskentastic · 9 months

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Ken flirts (albeit not very successfully) with a officer gn!Reader

Gif by jokerous

A/n: I want to say in advance that if I don't respond to your replies, it's only because this is my side blog and I still haven't figured out how to make it the main blog ;( and English is still my second language so be sure to let me know about my mistakes!

Summary: Ken shows up at the police station again, but this time he has a much more complicated reason for being there;

Song I recommended: Santa Monica by Everclear (although it's not really suitable for fanfic, the song and lyrics were just made for Ken);

Word count: 1,107 words;

Hope you like it!

You've interrogated all sorts of weirdos during your long career as a police investigator. But such a case was certainly the first of its kind. And probably the only one. In front of you sat a not at all embarrassed man in the uniform of a horse rider, that is, in a ridiculous oval hat, a black suit, only horse was. What was the main problem. After all, walking in such clothes in public places and even without a horse is not to everyone's liking. In addition, if it is stolen. Although most of the townspeople have already managed to get used to it since this same man and his companion appeared here for the first time. However, this case was different, as today he came alone. That's why they didn't let him home right away, but sent you to deal with it.

"So Mr. Ken…" You looked at the man who wasn't the least bit concerned about being in the police station, not knowing what you were going to do with him.

"Oh yeah, it's me."

"Um, why did you steal that suit?" You mentally slapped yourself on the forehead for asking such a stupid and obvious question. It's like asking a criminal why he committed a crime... Damn.

Ken was smiling brightly, only making you despair even more. "You see, I just don't have anything to pay yet… But I'll pay it all back very soon! Yes…" But you wouldn't tell that from his unsure and guilty face.

"I'm sorry, mister, but in our town promises aren't enough." For some reason it was difficult for you to say this. Maybe you just couldn't resist the person's naive sincerity in front of you.

"Okay, I'll give you one last warning in hopes that I won't find you in a stolen suit in the middle of a police station again, okay?" Ken shook his head.

"Well, officer, I promise, it won't happen again!"

"Eh, I hope so…"

To tell the truth, this was not the first such "last" warning, but... But sometimes it is worth making exceptions to the rules and protocols for the sake of a good cause.

"Um, officer?" You were about to walk out of the interrogation room and just pretend you didn't see the criminal leaving the police station without punishment. But Ken stopped you with his strangely needy look. "Actually, I just wanted to meet you again."

You were once again surprised by the frankness of this man. And ignorance.

"You could just walk in here, you don't have to commit a robbery."

"Oh."

For a moment you stared into each other's eyes in inexplicable silence until you remembered in time that Ken was a little out of this world. But you didn't know yet whether in a physical or mental sense.

Ken's expression lost its former fervor for a moment, causing you to feel a sharp pang of guilt. So you decided to somehow cheer him up.

"Anyway, I'm very flattered that you went through such troubles for me." You pointed out Ken's appearance, and he immediately melted with pride. "Good job."

You chuckled amicably, but immediately after that you suddenly remembered that you were still wearing your police badge and had some responsibilities, so you improved to add:

"But anyway, don't do that again!"

"Haha, not going to anymore, don't worry officer."

And silence reigned again, although this time it was filled with your mutual smiles. Incredible, but even criminals can be cute.

Ken began to glare at you, to which you could only respond with confusion. This careful look confused you a little, so you decided to find out the reason for it directly.

"Is something wrong Ken?" Ken squinted and something in his sly expression seemed to warn you of danger...

"You are beautiful."

You blinked, slightly not expecting such an answer to the question about feelings.

"Um, thanks… You're in good shape too." Ken assumed a very strange pose that you could describe as flirtatious if he wasn't the weird stranger. After all, how could he flirt with you? It seemed as if the roles of the policeman and the culprit were somehow unfairly reversed between you...

Ken folded his arms on the table, looking at you with all possible attention. Because of which you imperceptibly shuddered. A very strange feeling welled up as you stared into those crystal blue eyes in return. And Ken's smile might seem innocent and naive, but as an experienced police officer you couldn't afford to be fooled by that…

Your palms also rested safely on the table, and the undisguised slyness with which Ken was looking at them could not be ignored... After that, Ken lightly touched his soft fingers to yours, as if by accident, but you could definitely tell from his satisfied face that this was exactly what he intended. But you have not removed your hands in any way. Even if these touches did not seem only friendly.

Ken's whole look (minus the costume ) was like... Head over heels in love? You tried to drive away these insolent thoughts, but the affectionate look fixed on you as if he was completely devoted only to you, the barely noticeable movements of his fingers on your palms and the atmosphere of privacy created by him did not give you peace. And when did everything get so fast?

"You know, I've always wanted to try on an officer's uniform, although I'm pretty sure it looks better on you."

Well, even if it was a sincere and deliberate flirtation, it was so incredibly unfussy and simple that it couldn't help but be touching. If everyone in Ken's world is so nice and unassuming, then this place is clearly Heaven.

"Hmm, thanks again and… And I'm also pretty sure that the uniform will fit you."

You didn't know what Ken was playing, but you decided to keep up with him. It seems that a real battle was brewing here...

"Are you busy tonight?"

It confused you a little. Somehow unexpectedly, too sharply and in general, such purely friendly invitations are not made with such a flirtatious tone!..

"No. Not at all. Do you want to meet?..."

But your tongue had already given away all your innermost thoughts before you had time to really think them through.

Ken looked as if he had already expected a refusal, but when he heard the unequivocal agreement... Well, sparks flew from him. Literally. However, you were sure that this only seemed to you.

"So, at the beach today?"

"I will wait for you!"

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makeitmingi · 8 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 29]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.3K

Warning(s): Maybe not a warning but they take a bath together... Purely innocent though!

"Good work everybody." You clapped and bowed to those that came in for the additional recording. It has been back to back schedules of back up vocals, adlibs and editing.

"I got to go for another meeting. I'll see you soon." Hongjoong gave you a brief hug before running out of there.

"Great work today, Indigo. Make sure you go home and rest." Jongho smiled, packing his lyric sheets into his clutch and tucking it under his arm.

"Thank you. You too." You chuckled. Once you packed up your things and turned off the recording studio lights, you headed back to your own studio to start on the editing. All the sessions have been productive and yielded good results.

"Boo!" Mingi jumped out when you opened the studio door. You just stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

"A little reaction would have been appreciated, love." He gave you a flat look and crossed his arms.

"Oh my gosh, you scared me..." You spoke monotonously as you headed to your desk to put your things down. As you were plugging in your laptop, your eyes caught sight of something new.

"What's this?" You asked softly, picking up the photo frame. Mingi came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"A present." Mingi chuckled.

It was a mirror selfie of you and Mingi, the day where you were both doing facemasks and he stuck his cheek to yours. You couldn't help but laugh at the memory.

"I love it, Mings. It's a great surprise. Thank you. I'll treasure this." You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a kiss. Mingi leaned over you like he always does because of his towering frame. His hands held your waist securely as he closed his eyes, savouring the kiss.

"We're at work." You panted as you pulled away. Mingi couldn't help but chuckle, seeing your flushed face.

"Stop~" You whined, hugging him so he wouldn't see your face. Your cheek pressed against his chest, letting you listen to his heart beat. Mingi stroked your head.

"You're cute when you're all flustered."

"Okay, now I know you're just making fun of me." You lifted a fist to hit his chest.

"I have to go back to work now..." You mumbled but didn't make an effort to move. Mingi's familiar warmth made you yawn. Your eyelids suddenly felt heavy.

"Uh, baby, are you falling asleep standing up?" Mingi asked in amusement when he noticed you leaning more of your body weight on him. You let out a tired hum, not even bothering to deny it at this point. He didn't mind, continuing to support your body.

"I'm falling asleep on you. You're my boyfriend, I can do that." You grumbled like a tired child that was annoyed from being disturbed.

"That's true." Mingi laughed. The fact that you called him your boyfriend made Mingi's heart flutter. He hoped you couldn't hear the way his heart was racing.

"Why don't we go home and nap, hmm? Then you can wake up and work there." He suggested.

"I'm not productive at home." You sighed. As much as you wanted to just be in your bed with Mingi, you knew you had to work now.

"Why?"

"You should know why..." You finally raised your head to squint your eyes at him accusingly. You and Mingi were always getting distracted by each other when you worked at your home studio together.

"There's nothing wrong with me wanting your attention." He defended innocently, leaning down to affectionately bump his head against yours. You snorted as you laughed, patting his shoulder before moving to get a bottle of cold coffee from the fridge. You took a sip and held it out to Mingi.

"Come here you." He grabbed the coffee with one hand and his free other hand pulled you down while he sat on the arm chair so you ended up sitting on his lap.

"Mings!" You giggled and tried to get up but he anchored you down. He drank the coffee, a nonchalant look on his face.

"Let me just go a little bit of work. We'll go home after, I promise." You squirmed.

"Fine." Mingi let you go. You got up and kissed his cheek before going to sit at your computer to start editing. Mingi didn't leave though, he pulled up a chair to sit beside you and watch you work.

"Do you have any schedule today?"

"Nope. I'm free tomorrow too since management wants Hongjoong hyung and I to help with producing. So I'm all yours." He grinned.

"Good because I don't intend to wake up until the PMs tomorrow." You chuckled, typing on your computer and editing the tracks as you spoke to him.

"I like that plan." Mingi placed his hand on your thigh. He leaned over slightly so he could see your screen. You didn't do too much editing since you knew your brain was compromised with exhaustion. But you were able to layer the vocals accordingly.

"How was the recording session today?" He finally asked.

"It was good. Jongho and Joong are good. We were able to wrap up and I got what I needed today so it's all the post editing work now." You explained.

"Fingers crossed, hopefully we won't need to call any of you back in to do any re-recording." You sighed.

"Even if you do need to, I'm sure none of the boys won't mind. It's not something any of us can control. If we need to, we need to. So don't worry." Mingi shrugged.

"Thank goodness, you guys are understanding of that then." You chuckled, knowing some artists do not like having to come back to re-record things. Mingi smiled, patting your head.

"You do what you think will make the song good." He encouraged. You softened at his words. Everyone, not just Mingi, the Ateez boys and other producers had so much trust in you and your ability. Even if this is your first time working together, they still believed in you and encouraged you.

"Jongho... San back up..." You checked the scribbles on your notebook to make sure you were labelling the audio files properly. You scrutinised your work on the screen.

"What's wrong?" Mingi blinked, seeing you suddenly frown and lean closer to the screen with a conflicted look on your face.

"Nothing wrong. Just wanted to make sure I lay the correct audio tracks over each other." You explained.

"Here you go." Mingi handed you your headphones, knowing you would want it.

"Thanks." You smiled gratefully, wearing your headphones.

Wearing your headphones helped you to isolate the sound, almost visualise it in a way. You were able to listen to the different voices of the Ateez members coming together.

"Mmm." You hummed before nodding in approval.

Even thought Mingi whines about you working and how he just always wants you to cuddle with him, he can never take his eyes off you when he sees you so focused on your work. You glowed, there was this passionate fire in your eyes. It was mesmerising to watch you work your magic.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" You asked Mingi when you glanced to the side and just saw him looking at you. He didn't say anything, merely moving himself to be closer to you.

"Nothing." He shook his head. You moved your arm to let him rest his head in your lap.

"Oh, they wrote back about the OST..." You said.

"Mhmm." Mingi hummed to tell you he was listening even though his face was planted on your thighs.

"They didn't like the first draft. They want it revised entirely." You summarised. Mingi didn't react at first. He didn't want to coddle you right away, knowing you didn't like that.

"It's fine, I might just have to ask for an extension now." You sighed. You were accustomed to people asking you to make changes, not everyone was going to like your work. Honestly, you were more worried about the additional workload and meeting deadlines.

"I'd rather you ask for an extension then to overwork. You already have a lot to do." Mingi scoffed.

"Usually, it's small edits. To redo the whole song is going to take a while. My schedule doesn't let me sit down to look at it thoroughly." You pulled up your schedule.

"Wow." Mingi lifted his head when he saw all the coloured events on your calendar.

"It's all just producer meetings and time set aside to edit the tracks, that's blue and yellow tags. Red tags are the deadlines or check ins with management on the progress." You explained.

"Still... That's a lot." He laid his head back down.

"You're going to be even busier than this when you start learning the dance, the pre-comeback trainings and the actual promotion period." You chuckled. You knew that idols were the busiest during their comeback periods and the period leading up to the comeback. Plus Mingi had producer meetings like you.

"Don't worry, I'll still make time for you." He held your hand, kissing the back of it with a cheeky grin.

When you were done with your work, Mingi was quick to help you pack up your things. You could only watch in amusement. After that, you both took a taxi back to your house.

"I'm going to shower." You dropped your bag, shuffling into your bedroom to get clothes.

"Okay." Mingi said. When you entered the bathroom, you saw Mingi running a bath for you, sticking his hand in to check the temperature.

"Thank you, Mings." You smiled tiredly.

"I'm not sure if the bath bombs are Haneul's but I dropped one in. It's so pretty when it fizzes. Very colourful." His eyes sparkled with amazement. You couldn't help but laugh.

"It's alright, she has plenty of bath bombs." You patted his shoulder. You never really take a bath in your own bath tub because you never had the time to. Haneul, on the other hand, loves taking baths and watching the bath bomb fizz and melt.

"Have you used a bath bomb before?" You asked.

"No. It's my first time using one. I didn't know they put glitter in it. Won't it be a pain to wash after?" He tilted his head.

"I think they use a special dye and glitter, it washes away easily." You chuckled, looking into the mirror and tying your hair up into a bun. Mingi scooped some of the water.

"You're right. It's not sticking to me." He looked at the glitter move in the little bit of water he had in his palm.

"Better get in before the water gets cold." Mingi stepped out to give you your privacy. You sunk in, sighing blissfully as the warm water relaxed your muscles.

"Is the water good?" Mingi asked from the other side of the door.

"It's perfect. You can come in." You giggled. Mingi opened the door and saw you sitting amidst the bubbles, the water up to your chin.

"I didn't know I needed this but now that I'm in here, I really needed this. Thank you, Mings." You leaned forward to give him a sweet kiss. Mingi smiled, proud of himself. He stayed by your side, the two of you on separated by the wall of the bath tub. He didn't say anything as he wanted to give you peace and quiet.

"Mings?"

"Hmm?" He lifted his head from his phone to meet your eyes.

"Want to join me?" You blinked. Mingi's eyes widened at your question. He was frozen, staring at you as if you had two heads.

"J-Join you?!"

"There's more than enough space. If you're comfortable and want to, that is." You shrugged. You just wanted him to hug you and you felt bad for leaving him to sit there on his own.

"Ummm... Okay." He scratched his head, a faint blush taking over his cheeks. You moved up for him to sit behind you.

The water sloshed and moved as Mingi settled behind you. He kept his boxers on and you didn't question him, if that's what he was comfortable with then it's fine. He gently held your waist, moving you back to lean on him.

"What's this?" Mingi asked, noticing something on your left shoulder blade for the first time.

"Haneul's birth flower and name in brush strokes." You replied. His thumb smoothed over the ink, making you shiver.

This new thing Mingi learnt about you made him smile. It was just a whole new level of trust and intimacy that showed how close you were now.

"It's pretty and suits you. I love it." He complimented, mesmerised by it.

"Thank you." You laughed. The brush strokes wrote 'my sky' in Hangul since Haneul's name meant sky and she was your sky. It wasn't something you paraded around since it meant a lot to you.

"Wooyoung, Hongjoong and San have tattoos too. But San said his hurt a lot." Mingi stated.

"The area he got it at does hurt quite a bit." You nodded, remembering the friendship script above San and Wooyoung's knee. You knew Mingi wasn't one for needles because of the pain, that's why he wears clip on earrings. Even though he maintains that he's just lazy to care for it after.

"Did yours hurt?"

"Not really. The lady that did it for me was Hyuk's friend. She's very gentle and I guess the area doesn't hurt as much. Hyuk's neck one hurt a lot more." You shrugged. Mingi kissed your shoulder.

"I don't know if I could get one. But I guess if the meaning compels me enough to get one, I would." He thought out loud.

"Sure, I mean, I didn't get one just because. I got it for the meaning. Getting random ones isn't something for me, I think." You chuckled.

The both of you just sat there, with your eyes closed, savouring the warm water.

When you both found yourselves falling asleep in the water, you and Mingi decided to get rinsed off. He left you to wash your hair while he stepped out. He retrived and changed into some fresh clothes that he had in your house.

"Mings? Where are you?" You dried your hair, looking for the tall male.

"In the kitchen! I made fried rice with stuff I found in the fridge. If that's okay." Mingi said, standing by the stove.

"That's fine. Thanks for cooking. I was gonna suggest ramen." You laughed. You hung the towel over your shoulder as you bent down to get two cans of beer from the fridge.

"Beer?" You cracked open the can.

"I'm guessing you've learnt how to open the can one-handed from San?" Mingi chuckled, taking one of the cans from you.

"It was a cool party trick...?" You shrugged with a giggle. You clinked your can with his before taking a sip. When Mingi finished cooking, you both decided to eat out of the frying pan he cooked in to minimise the dishes to wash later.

RINGGGGG

"Ugh." Mingi groaned. You looked at him in confusion. He turned the phone to you and you saw Hongjoong's face on the screen. You giggled, swiping to answer for him.

"Why did you accept?!" He yelled. The camera moved a little before Hongjoong's face came into view.

"Oh, hi Indi." Hongjoong waved.

"Hi, Joong." You smiled with a small wave. Mingi squinted his eyes at you, turning the phone away so Hongjoong looked at Mingi instead.

"What do you want?" Mingi groaned. You giggled, focusing on your phone while Mingi spoke to Hongjoong. You didn't pay attention or listen to their conversation, you were too tired to focus.

"Joong, I need you to save me. They don't like the OST draft track I sent them and want me to redo it so I need your help. Tell me what I'm doing wrong and what I should do." You leaned on Mingi's shoulder, interrupting their conversation and adding in your request since you suddenly remembered.

"Oh, a redo? Sure, Indi. Let me know when you're free to work on it." Hongjoong chuckled. Mingi turned to look at you but you just grinned innocently.

"I still don't know how I feel seeing you together like this." He said.

"Get used to it." Mingi wrapped an arm around your shoulders, kissing your temple, a playful smile on his face.

"Yah, yah, yah. That's enough!" Hongjoong scolded and scrunched his nose with a frown. You pulled away from Mingi, throwing your head back as you laughed.

After the food was finished, you left Mingi to finish up the call with Hongjoong and went to do the dishes and clean up. Mingi noticed you were just wearing a big shirt and covered you with his body.

"Ah, captain. Can't you text me this or tell me this tomorrow? I want to spend time with my girl." Mingi groaned.

"Exactly. I'm only doing this because I know you're there with her." Hongjoong smirked.

"I'm hanging up. I'll see you at the dorm tomorrow." Mingi hung up despite Hongjoong yelling at him. You shook your head with a smile at how the two of them were acting childishly. Mingi slipped his arms under you and carried you up in his arms.

"Mings!" Your arms went to loop around his neck to hold onto him. He kicked the bathroom door open so you could both wash up and get ready for bed.

"I just realised you're wearing my shirt." Mingi smiled, his arms pulling you closer as you cuddled on your bed.

"Yeah, it's so long on me. But I guess that's what happens when I do our laundry together. I'll put it back after I wash it." You laughed.

"Mm-mm. No need to return it, I think I prefer seeing you in my clothes more than me." Mingi kissed your cheek. You ran your hands through his hair, resting your leg over his waist.

"I'm sorry your OST didn't get approved." He whispered, hand coming the cup your cheek, his thumb gently smoothing the skin.

"It's okay. Rejection is a part of the process." You smiled softly, leaning into his touch.

"But I don't want you to overwork." He said. He tucked a lock of hair behind your head, not wanting to bother you. That's another thing you've noticed. While you loved his big acts of love, Mingi was also observant. It was the little things that he did with you and for you that made your heart flutter.

"I won't. I promise." You gave him a kiss. Despite your words, Mingi still had a worried look on his face. You looked so tired with all the recording sessions you've been having.

He didn't like seeing the toll on you and was worried that you would burn out soon. It was common for those in the music industry.

"All I need is for you to be with me. And I'll be okay." You smiled.

"You know, I'm always with you, baby." He laughed, bumping his forehead against yours.

"I know that. I just had to say it." You buried your face against his chest shyly. You couldn't directly express your feelings like Mingi could but he knew the underlying meaning of your words.

"Don't do that... I'll fall asleep..." You yawned, referring to how Mingi was lightly patting your back.

"That's the intention. You should sleep, baby." Mingi kissed your head, continuing his actions. He watched how you didn't even fight the sleep, your eyelids slowly drooping before you fell asleep. Mingi smiled proudly, happy to know he had this effect on you.

The effect that made you feel safe enough to fall asleep around him so quickly. You trusted him to be able to be so vulnerable around him. Mingi yawned and fell asleep, holding you close to him.

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Title: Second Male Lead, Enter!

Cyno x Bard!Reader x Kaveh

Bard!reader masterlist • Continuation of this Wc: 5.7K. Warnings: None (unedited)

Tags(?): Reader was born in Monstadt, and was a part of the Knights of Favonius, for future reference. Gender neutral reader.

The lyrics used are from a song called Van Horn by Saint Motel

Thank the Archons, you were born in Monstadt. Monstadt has winding paths and steep hills, wide valleys that stretch as far as the eye can see, so you're used to walking a great distance without losing your breath. When you had trained as a Knight Of Favonius you would often run laps around your beloved home till your legs wobbled like jello, and then force yourself to run the trek back.

All that training paid off, because you are hauling ass, and the General Mahamatra is right behind yours.

Oh fuck he's fast.

Okay okay, you got a little ahead of yourself today. But you get tired of only playing your music quietly in whatever little room you're renting, or for whoever decides to hide you for the night (you're pretty sure he knows you change places often).

So you started playing in some courtyard. And…. Maybe your song of choice was a bit too on the nose? You saw him striding along angrily and he almost looked like he was pouting. So you opened your stupid mouth and sang the first thing that came to mind:

Well tell me do you hate me, or do you wanna date me?

It's kinda hard to tell cause your eyes are looking crazy

So why you come on over, anything but sober

Looking like it's time tonight for fight or flight in Van Horn.

You had chosen Flight. He had shot out of the crowd like a bat from hell and you hightailed it out of there.

That's where you're at currently.

Stick to crowds, stick to crowds. Drifting tight corners is your specialty damn it, use it!!

You drift around the corners and through the courtyards, and your grin is shaking from both adrenaline and fear. You think for a moment that you should try to use your vision, but Pyro wouldn't bode well with all this greenery. You don't want to be charged with arson also.

You've been caught and sent to precincts and holding cells for days at a time, you don't want to stay any longer than you have to.

People catch the spectacle, and children cheer while their parents hush them with hidden smiles. You hop over stalls and people actually move some of their carts when they see you rushing forwards, subtly going back to their work (and blocking the General, oh Archons this place is awesome.)

A full bearded man at a food stall even holds out some sort of bun, wrapped in cloth when you run by, and you grab it, yelling out a 'Thank you!', because you can't stop. You don't want to accidentally bite your tongue off trying to eat this thing either so you put it in your satchel.

There isn't any place this man wouldn't chase you. But if you can find a place to hide, you can lose him, then wait it out till he has to attend to his other duties. You've done this song and dance before. Pun intended.

You don't mean to bump into a man while dashing into an alleyway though.

Your face goes 'smoosh' into the open plane of his chest, (his skin is really soft), and he yells in shock while you fall. Kinda a second too late he reaches out to catch you and you both tumble to the ground. At least your head doesn't hit the ground.

"What the…? Archons, are you alright?!" He reaches out a hand to help you rise. His fingers are calloused, but pretty.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Sorry for bumping into you."

"No need, it was my fault for being in the way." While he talks you look around you frantically, knowing you're losing precious time and ground. He notices your anxiety and tilts his head a little down to match your height.

"Are you alright? You're looking a little nervous there?"

"Yeah, sorry, kinda freaking out. I'm getting chased by the General Mahamatra."

"The what now?" His face blanks, and he is blocking your way.

"Might have heard of me, the bard from Monstadt, the one making a huge ruckus in Sumeru? Yeah, that's me, can you please move- Oh shizz—"

You hear the commotion behind you and you know you only have a few moments before he gets to you. The man's ruby eyes light up, and can he move already–

He grabs your hand and pulls you into the alleyway. You think to pull your hand away, but he's fast though, and he's going in the direction that you were heading anyways, which is away, so you let him pull you along.

"I have heard of you!" He calls back. "I've been wanting to meet you!" He's a pretty shade of blonde, pretty in general. He looks expensive too, with the tailored silk he wears and the intricate earrings.

"I'm Kaveh. You are?"

"Wondering where you're taking me!" What happened to not allowing yourself to be led to a second location? Technically this was the first but whatever–

"Don't worry. It's a place that I'm sure he can't get to you, not without clearance at least."

You two runalong, and you don't hear any footsteps behind you, which doesn't really soothe your nerves. He can be quiet when he needs to. But you two run, and eventually he leads you to a building that looks fairly new. He leads you through the back door, and up two flights of stairs to a sort of sitting room, yelling out greetings to the other people who call out his name.

This room has full couches and low tables and giant, fluffy looking pillows to lounge on. There are blueprints on the tables and half a model of a building on another. There are windows lining the wall, but this room is towards the back of the building, so all you see when you look out is a shadowed alleyway leading to the backs of other buildings.

Kaveh sighs when he enters and lets your wrist go.

"Sorry for dragging you all the way here. I might have gotten a bit ahead of myself."

"What is this place?"

"It's an Architects guild. There aren't very many in Sumeru, and even if he knows of this one, he can't get in."

"No?"

"No. The General Mahamatra has clearance to enter any government owned building. This building has been bought and renovated by the guild's hands, so he would need a warrant to enter." He waves you in and gestures for you to sit. You do so, sinking into a seat and grabbing a pillow to hold.

"I wasn't going out of my way to find you, but it's fortunate I have the chance to talk to you now.

"Many people are intrigued by you."

"I'm nothing special. It's all the ruckus that's been left in my wake that's interesting."

"I don't think a person the General Mahamatra has been sent after is nothing special.

"Bard, tell me, what brings you so far from home? I can tell you're not from here."

Hm, well, he did kind of just save you. You can indulge him a little. "I had a wanderlust. Spent a lot of time in Liyue, Inazuma was pretty interesting. I spent most of my time with a felon running from the Shogunate, whom I met on a pirate ship."

"How fascinating. So you're from Monstadt?" He frames it as a question and you nod. He reaches for a pitcher and pours you both a glass of wine. His hand is warm when he gives it to you.

"Honestly, I had hoped I would get to meet you soon, but with the General Mahamatra after you, I thought the chances were slim."

"You really wanted to meet me?" He nods, reclining in his seat.

"And today was my lucky break! The effect you've had on Sumeru as a whole is astounding. It shows the disparity between the ideal Sumeru the Sages try to project and the true reality that is the people's lives." He drains his cup in a few gulps.

"It's lifeless and droll, what they push for. The path of an erudite is honorable and all, but their blatant hatred for the arts, how do they live with themselves? Art is everywhere, art is essential. Art is food for the heart and soul."

"That's what I'm saying!!" You bounce in your seat with shock and excitement. Is it true? Finally, someone you can talk to about this?!

"It's a means for human expression! Even before people learned to read and write we had songs to sing. So many archeological finds are statues and art of past civilizations, we learn about past cultures from the stories they told, ancient paintings in tombs or cave walls." He's nodding eagerly along to what you're saying, earrings swinging.

"Exactly. You can't escape art, you can't escape the divine act of creation! Our jewelry, the way we dress, the way we talk, how we build and decorate our homes, how we work, eat, it's all an artform! A romance unto itself!"

"Yes. When you hold yourself above the arts, you're basically proclaiming yourself above mortal….well, mortality. Joy. Culture. I think it's Ironic how the Sages worship the late Greater Lord Rukkedevahta, when she herself was close friends with the Goddess of Flowers. Whose dance was so graceful she made the pardisarahs bloom."

"A flower the Greater Lord dedicated her friend to. They've worked hard to try and erase her importance from the text books," he grumbles, "as well as the role of the Scarlet King. I can only imagine what they've gotten rid of in all these centuries past." You both sigh at the same time, and grin at each other in amusement. You curl your legs underneath you, a little bashful.

"I haven't seen many people in Sumeru as enthused on this matter as you are."

"Alas, it is both a curse and blessing."

"Is that right?"

"Yes. I am an architect, art is a necessity for my creations, my work depends on creativity. But that also deems me as frivolous, people are less likely to take my word in other matters. My roommate calls me over emotional and tedious. But I'm not the one frittering away my income on horrible art decor. I swear he does it just to spite me."

You laugh. "You two sound close."

"Frenemies, you could say, I swear he lives to aggravate me. He always wants to take my keys, and he likes to frame it as an accident even if we both know he does it on purpose, and then lock me out of the house!!"

"Uh-huh."

"And I'm the one stuck doing all the housework! I've never seen that man so much as wash a dish or pick up a duster. Do you know how exhausting it is to be the only one to do housework around the place?"

You sip from your cup. "Very exhausting."

"Yes. And that attitude of his. You know what he's like? He believes that art exists solely for commercial exchange, that art is a revenue to be exploited and holds no other value. That the day that value has been exploited is the day all its value ceases to exist." At this you gasp.

"Are you serious? No, you're kidding."

He rolls his eyes. "'Can the production of anything exist without commercial exchange?'. The bastard."

"That sounds horrible. Art isn't meant to be exploited or capitalized on. What kind of of mindset is that?"

"The wrong one. People like that drain the joy out of every golden bleeding day." He sighs again with a wave of his hand, like brushing away the current topic.

"What about you?"

"Hm?" His vision, dendro, jingles as he crosses an ankle over his knee.

"What kind of friends have you made while in our great nation?" You laugh a little, watch your reflection distort when you swirl the contents of your glass.

"Friends? I have none. It is known throughout Sumeru that the Sages detest me. They have sent their General after me. Sumeru craves a spectacle but one they can watch, and not be blinded by." You drink, if only to give yourself pause.

"They might make way for me if they see me dashing away from the authorities, like earlier, but they would not house me or aid me if I'm injured. Some establishments have banned me so it's hard to find work to feed or support myself, but I make due with odd late night shift jobs."

"Hm. I heard a rumor that you were good friends with Miss Nilou of the theater."

"Miss Nilou is a lovely person, but even still, she won't put the theater in jeopardy by associating with me. It's the smart thing to do.

"My 'friends' are usually the outcasts of society. The drunks and the dropouts and despondents. Even then. They're not my friends since they're more likely to sell me out or stab me in the back for some mora or attention."

"What if I said I wanted to be your friend? Would I be considered a fool?" He dramatically puts a hand to his chest, a smile on his face.

You look him up and down. "You just helped me escape from the General. I'd call you less than bright."

"I'll have you know that I am considered the Light of the Kshahrewar." He huffs, affronted but not really. He smiles wider when you chuckle.

"It's awfully droll being surrounded by people with no appreciation for anything beautiful or lovely. Technically, you haven't broken any true laws, but the Sages are afraid of the influence you have." He waves a hand.

"I don't care for any of that. You're a peach and I'd like to get to know you better."

"I'm a peach?" You ask, confused yet amused.

"Yes!" He laughs. "You've been nothing but delightful so far. I'd like to get to know you better."

Well, it would be nice to make merry with someone you don't have to fear will rob you in your sleep, or rat you out. He did just help you hide. He's a good conversationalist, and he appreciates art as well as you do.

"You know what? I'm too endeared for my own good. I would like to be your friend Kaveh." You reach out a hand and he takes it, pressing a kiss to the back as if he were a knight.

"Splendid. This deserves a toast!" He refills both your cups and you clink them together. It settles down warm in your belly. Monstadt wine is always better though, slides down your throat like honey and settles in hotter. This is still good though and you tell him as much.

"My roommate is the one who bought this. Apparently he ordered several crates of the stuff, and I figured not to let it go to waste by letting him drink it all and ruin his kidneys."

"Crates?"

"Yes, crates. Around ten of them. He's quite the alcoholic."

"Depends on how fast he drinks it. In Monstadt you'd share that among friends and it would be gone in a mere day."

"Goodness, now two of my friends are alcoholics."

"You seem like one to talk."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

You go on to talk more, about music, architecture, the sages, and the conversation flows smoothly. You find yourself relaxing, it's been weeks since you really had a proper conversation with anyone. Maybe the General counted, but really all you do is throw quips back at him and flee.

Well, you flirt with him a little too, but it's mainly in jest. You want to see that stoicism of his crumble. He can capture you and put you in holding for weeks at a time, but it's still cute to see that little blush he gets when you get too close to him or when your lyrics get risqué.

Then suddenly, you hear a rumble that cuts the conversation off, and look over at Kaveh. He puts his hand over his stomach with a half mortified look.

"Please don't mind me."

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm fine."

"I have a bun if you want."

"I'll be fine. I…gave up my lunch to a couple desert foxes earlier."

"Oh no, were you bombarded?" You ask, laughing. They are cute.

"I couldn't resist, they had me surrounded! Then I bought flowers from a stall two children were running so I'm broke. I'll eat something later." Okay, that's adorable. You take out the wrapped bun from your satchel, and it's still warm.

"Take it."

"It's fine."

"Take it."

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's hard enough for you to find good housing, right? So I'm sure it's hard to find any restaurants willing to let you order or eat in. You eat it."

"It's fine. I'm not hungry." Your stomach betrays you by letting out a growl, long and embarrassing. He gives you a look.

"...Then we'll split it." You do promptly just that, and give him the bigger half despite his complaints.

It's a stuffed pork bun. It's good. You really were hungry.

You have to buy more strings for your lyre and your guitar, just in case. And you had a tear in your cloak, so you'd need a needle and thread. It wasn't too bad, and If it was you could use one of your spare shirts if you needed extra fabric.

There were lots of plaza's and courtyards and markets here, compared to monstadt. The only place that might compete was Liyue, but you weren't there long, and there were lots of seats and benches to sit. Not here. Get where you're going and stop loitering. The ground was flat and smooth though, not high cobbled streets or grasslands, so you don't mind. All this to say you might need to buy another pair of shoes with the extreme amount of walking and running you've been doing.

And probably waterproof cases. And clothes with waterproof pockets and lining. You had to jump into the waters of Port Ormos to escape from Cyno once and your flute was never the same.

Where were you going to get the money for this?

Your musings are interrupted again when you hear a weird sound, and look up to see Kaveh choking.

You stand and refill his wine with the recanter, lifting a eyebrow.

"Something strange cross your mind?"

"Uh, no, nothing like that." He flounders after he drains his cup.

"Just caught off guard. Listen, I'm, uh, I'm not kicking you out, but I think you should hurry."

"Oh? Why?" He's leaning a little back in his seat, outside the window's view. You're helping to block him a little.

"Because the General Mahamatra is looking right into this window." You choke a little on your bun, and sneak a peek out the window.

What the actual fuck.

He just, standing there. Menacingly. You're barely peaking your head out, but you two lock eyes immediately and you flinch back. You dont drop the stare. It's heavy enough that if you did, you fear it would land on your foot and break it.

"You said he can't get to me here?"

"Not unless he has a warrant."

"He's the General, doesn't he like, have an automatic pass?"

"I don't think so…?" Lightning starts crackling along his form and your heart rate elevates, you start making sure you have everything. You down the rest of the wine and stuff the bun into your mouth. You almost choke.

"He'll try staking out or scaling the building if I stay any longer."

"Really? It's that serious?"

"He's done it before." You shiver. He scaled up a building with those lightning hand things of his before and pulled himself through the window to get to you. You thought your judgment day had come for you then, but you had managed to wriggle out an escape, thank goodness. Yeah, you have everything.

You turn to your new friend with a grin, and hope that there's nothing in your teeth.

"Well, Kaveh, friend of mine, thank you for the wine and the convo. Guess I'll see you when I see you?"

"Of course, hopefully soon?"

"We'll see!" He gets up, wiping his hands on his knees.

"Then we leave it to fate. Where are you going to go now?"

"If I can make it out I can lose him in the districts, or head underground and lose him there."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Yep! So, I'm gonna jump out the window now, so don't panic." You learned your lesson the first time you did that, the matron of the bar had screamed and it brought too much attention to your escape. People are so nosy here.

"Keep inside so that he can't completely see your face, okay?"

"You're not serious? We're two stories up and he's right there." You climb onto the ledge and perch there.

"Well I'm not jumping down towards him silly. Bye-bye." You wave your fingers.

"Wait wait, hey!!" You jump out of the window, several windows next to the one the General stood under, without any fanfare.

Another good thing about Monstadt; You're used to falling from heights. Two stories is nothing, so you fall fast, hit the ground hard and roll, ignoring the sting in your ankles and feet. You run.

But, due to the sting and height you fell from, you're not very fast initially and about a dozen alleyways later, (you got farther at least) you feel a rough hand grab onto your shoulder and slam you into a wall. Ouch. Oh well.

You bite back your cry of pain when you catch the gleam in his eyes, almost triumphant, you would say.

"Caught you."

You scoff, and try to ignore the way his fingers dig into your shoulder. "Please. You really think you have me?"

"Where do you see yourself getting out of this? How do you see yourself escaping?"

"A multitude of ways, actually."

He frowns deeper, his mouth a flat pressed line."Tsk. Smart mouth." You sigh, making sure the air blows over his face. Pork bun breath.

"Where did you even come from? I was singing and I saw you. Then you suddenly just shot through the crowd."

"I was following you from when you left the inn. I had a feeling you'd try something. I was right."

Damn. Looks like that place is compromised. You'll have to find another one, secretly and soon. You'll probably sleep outside tonight.

You put your hands to your face like a scandalized maiden.

"You were stalking me? You even know where I'm staying? Oh my, I never dealt with this kind of situation with a fan before…You know I don't like you like that, right?" He rolls his eyes at your display, the way you make your eyes soft and wide.

"Stop it. I'm not your fan."

"If you'd come to one of my performances for real–"

"No. They're unsanctioned."

"But if they were–"

"They won't be. No."

"You didn't deny that you were stalking me though." He doesn't say anything as rebuttal and you grin, leaning back against the wall like you weren't being held there. Looks like you're going back to a precinct for a couple of days. At least you wouldn't have to worry about where you're sleeping tonight. Or tomorrow.

His frown deepens. "Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Acting like that."

"Acting like what, Cyno? You got me. Do whatever you're gonna do to me." You make your voice lower, smoother, and you know he notices, because he just keeps looking angrier and angrier.

"It's not a joke."

"It's not."

"You're under arrest."

"You're all up in my space, of course I know that." You chuckle. You lean a bit closer and yeah, he's blushing a little.

"You'll be taken to court to be judged by the sages."

….Well. What a shock.

"Wait, what? Why?"

"For all the trouble you've been making."

"To Court? On what grounds?"

"The Sages–"

"My crimes could only be labeled as a Violation, which would result in a fine or community service, or up to fifteen days in jail. Which I've been doing. Why would I get a trial for a Violation?"

"Because your crimes are listed as a Class B Misdemeanor. The Sages have decided to be more involved in court cases and jail sentencing recently. With their interest in you it's understandable they want to be involved in your sentencing."

"Hah!" You laugh. "And I bet you've been busy too, rounding up people to lock behind bars."

"They are people who have broken the law in the most severe senses.They have to be dealt with."

"Let me guess, people who tried selling research or contraband, thieves? People charged with armed or aggravated assault or disorderly conduct? Okay, I can understand them paying for their crimes, but even I have noticed how the Sages always label them as felons and just throw them in jail for longer than their sentences should allow." You sneer.

"And that's if they can get a fair sentence."

"Should we, the system, force these convicts into redemption? No, we can't, that is only something that one has to work for. Self reflection is the same; they must reflect on their own transgressions. They could only do so if they regret their actions."

"They can't reflect if they are worried about survival. If the system basically makes it damn near impossible to redeem themselves they're not going to try."

"Do you know what kinds of people you're defending? Do you think these people want to be redeemed?" He suddenly hisses. He presses in close to your face and you feel your skin prickle.

"What kinds of people do you think I am sent after? You think those kinds of people spend their allotted time reflecting? Do you think they care or regret what they've done? You think they wouldn't do it again in a heartbeat?" You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off.

"Because they would. Because these people don't care about the consequences. About how many people would be harmed or dragged into their mess. I'm not sent after petty thieves and criminals. Wayward researchers are common but not the bulk of my arrests. The students of the Akemdemiya might have spread my name, but don't let it slip your mind that I am the General. I wage war. Not petty battles."

You two stand off for a moment. His normally blank eyes, back-lit by lightning, are alive, red hot, pupils dilated. The corners of his mouth tremble. You wonder what he sees in your face.

You tilt your head. "Then why are you chasing after me?" He gives a barely perceptible flinch, but doesn't back up.

"Because, even if the Sage's judgements are cruel sometimes, it's all for the better good of Sumeru. As long as that is their ideal, I will stand guard by it."

Disappointment is heavy and sour on your tongue. For some reason…you expected better. Maybe it's the Knight in you, Monstadt and the fire of your vision, Freedom and revolution, a song in your breast. But a system that condemns its people unfairly is one you would want to undermine.

One you would want to burn down.

"I asked you a while ago whether you felt if the law was just, or upholding the law was just. You answered me wrong back then." Cyno sneers a little, derisively.

"Well, what would you know?"

"Oh Cyno," you shake your head in pity, however little of it you feel for him. Young, naive boy. "You're such a fucking idiot."

You snake a hand to his nape, and yank him close for a kiss.

He gasps in shock at your movements, but that just lets you deepen the kiss, pulling him closer till his body is pressed against yours. You feel the stutter of his chest, his eye lashes blinking rapidly against your skin, his hand trembling on your shoulder.

But he doesn't pull away.

It's only a moment of shock before you feel his lids close, and he's kissing you back. His lips are a little chapped, but the scrape of them against yours is delicious, and you shiver against him. Just to feel his hands panic before he settles them on the slope of your hips. He's shivering, shoulders jumping.

You pull back and just brush your mouth against his, drawing small circles just below the nape of his hairline.

"What are you doing?" He stutters, you lick the seam of his mouth and smile when he gasps again.

"Do you want me to stop?" Why do you ask? You know your answer. It's in the way his hands grow firmer and he doesn't stop you when you nudge him with your forehead, back into a kiss.

This time it's him who pushes against you. He's clumsy but eager, a little messy; he misses your lips a few times and presses his mouth to a lip, your cheek, your chin, your jaw. You giggle when his lips press to the space underneath your earlobe, and sigh when he travels down. His shoulders tremble under your hands, while you nudge his cheek and guide his lips back to yours.

You tilt your face to deepen the kiss, and draw your leg up, hips aligned. Only now does he let out a punched out gasp, and pushes himself away from you.

His face is flush and his mouth dark and red, shiny with spit. He breathes heavily, and stares at you like you've grown a second head, a nightmare realized. You just smile prettily at him, a little quizzically. It dawns on you quickly though.

"... Cyno, was that your first kiss?" He's acting like it was, face both livid and bashful, and just plain adorable. His face darkens and he takes another step back from you.

"Oh what the…" you both swivel around, to find a young boy in the alleyway with you. Probably on an errand, he looks barely thirteen you'd say, and he stares at you two shell-shocked, a crate in his arms. His wide eyes jump back and forth between the two of you.

"....You didn't see anything, boy." Cyno hisses, and the boy nods amicably.

"You're right, of course I didn't. Now that last sentence I heard though…" Well, that's your cue. You turn, with a quick prayer to Celestia, and dash the hell out of there, a giggle on your lips.

He doesn't chase after you. You go blocks and blocks without any indication otherwise.

That was nice. Really nice. He was gonna kill you. You should really stop messing with that general.

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Kaveh has been in an especially good mood lately.

Barely two weeks ago he was bemoaning and whining about completing a project he felt stuck on, now he's drafting blueprints and models, hammering away throughout the night (he's had to wear his soundproof headphones to bed for days now) and furiously scribbling away in his notebook any spare second. He doesn't even rise to his barbs when Al Haitham pokes at him, which is odd.

Alright, that's a lie, he just doesn't get as annoyed.

Luckily he's still willing to overshare to anyone with half an ear that could listen, so it's easy enough to figure out why he's been in such a jolly mood.

"You're friends, with the Bard?"

"Yes! They're fascinating, mind you, I've barely known them for a few weeks but the creativity!! That flows through my head with each interaction is amazing!"

"So you're using a felon as creative inspiration." He scowls like he predicted.

"It's normal for friends to bounce ideas off of each other and inspire each other. If you weren't such a recluse you would know."

"I don't need help with finishing any of my assignments. If you had a little more sense you wouldn't associate yourself with a criminal." He gives his roommate a side eye.

"Knowing how work is going, I assume you'd take more caution with the people you associate with."

"They're not a Felon. A criminal, technically, yes. It's known throughout Sumeru now how much they're hated by the Sages for their performances. They're trying to have the people ostracize them because of that." He's wearing a new hair accessory that he fiddles with, not looking up from his mess on the table.

"And let me guess, they've charmed and endeared the people so, so that is no longer a viable option."

"Yes, exactly. I bailed them out of a precinct four days ago, you should have seen! They were teaching the rest of the inmates some Monstadt tune and it seemed the guards were allowing it, at least until I came in. They started serenading me too as soon as they unlocked their gate." He grins, dopey, and Al Haitham raises an eyebrow at the behavior.

"I've never met someone so unabashedly free spirited, it's so lovely!"

"I've heard that the Sages are growing increasingly frustrated with the fact that The General Mahamatra can't seem to pin them down."

"They know the law," Kaveh shrugs.

"So they're staying low right now to hopefully blow over some steam. They might get an actual sentence if they keep on, so they're looking for some work now. No more performances."

"Hm." Kaveh turnt back to his work and Al Haitham drew away, pondering.

Of course he's heard of you, and with his station he's heard more than just the rumors of the Sages' hatred of you; he's seen and heard it firsthand.

People in the Akademiya are too terrified to even mention your existence for fear of upsetting, not the sages, with their distant judgment and contempt, but the General Mahamatra.

People know when he was sent after you, because those days are the ones where the jackal is more likely to snap at people. The students are more mortified and studious than ever while he storms the halls like a nimbus cloud, dark and crackling.

He's also most likely to shut himself in his office for hours upon hours, and it's only in the late hours, when Al haitham finally decides to head back to his place, is when he sees the young general leave his office. A haunted look hangs in his eyes.

You obviously have some sort of effect, or insane luck, to escape the General so often. Of course he can catch you and throw you in a cell for a few days, it's been done before. But he's hunted and caught greater people for lesser crimes, and you somehow keep getting away with yours.

He just might have to meet up with you soon. Just to see what all the hype is about.

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gay4harm · 7 months

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Pick a side l Part 2

Pairing: Shuriri x reader

Warning: none besides a few kissing scenes

Taglist: @s0lam3y - Interact with this post to be added

3 days had passed since Shuri had came to your place, 3 days since you had rejected her.

And three days of you and Riri talking. You knew it was wrong but you couldn't help yourself. Riri was kind and gentle, she listened to you as if she genuinely wanted to hear what you had to say.

Today you woke with a smile on your face. The reason why was because you only had two early classes today, no rehearsals and you were off from work today.

On this rare occurrence you could just chill out, watch a movie and maybe even make a cup of tea.

You step out of your apartment building ready to walk to your favorite record store when you spot Riri walking back from what you assumed was one of her classes.

"Hey Riri" She stops after noticing you and gives you a warm smile. "Hey Y/N, how you doing?"

"Better now that I'm seeing you." She licks her lips making sure to bit her bottom lip in the process. "You saying you like seeing me?" She says with low eyes. "That is exactly what I'm saying"

You didn't know where this sudden confidence was coming from but you liked it. "Where you headed?" Riri had noticed you didn't have your usual bag that was filled with books and instead you sported a star bag that complemented your outfit just right.

"Well I was just gonna walk around town a little bit, probably stop at this really cool record store."

"That's wassup"

"Do you... wanna walk with me?" You were hesitant to ask since you didn't think she would say yes but when she replied with "Yeah sure" your eyes widened with joy and a soft smile broke out onto your face.

You and Riri walked until you arrived and as you entered the store the first thing you did was ask your favorite Massachusetts native and the store owner, Otis if any new records came in.

"Yes Ms. L/N, a few just came in." He pulls out a crate that was filled with new records, you move them around until you see one of your favorite songs.

You turn to see Riri walking around, you walk up to her. "Did you find anything?" She ask once she sees you. "Yeah, this one's my favorite I've been looking for it forever." You show her the vinyl you had picked up. "I've never heard that one"

You look up at her in disbelief. "You've never heard this song?" She shakes her head in response. You pull her to one of the record players that sat on a row with about four others. You plop the record on the turntable and pick up the headphones that were provided. You turn the song up as you place one of the headphones next to your ear watching Riri do the same to the other side. The song begins to emit from out the earbud and you watch Riri, waiting for a reaction.

Love

Love will keep us together

Think of me, babe whenever

Some sweet talking girl comes along

Singing his song

Don't mess around

You just got to be strong

Just stop

Cause I really love you

Stop, I'll be thinking of you

Look in my heart

And let love keep us together

As the chorus plays you look over to Riri and can't help but notice how good she looks. Her brows furrowing as she listens to the lyrics, her lips that just looked so good with the same cherry lip balm she had on the night you two had kissed, you had made sure to remember the flavor.

You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together as you could feel your heat growing, you couldn't help but to shift closer to her so you could get a better smell of her vanilla and lavender perfume that swarmed through your nose in the best way possible and you definitely couldn't help but to place a peck on her lips once she looked up at you with her round brown eyes that made you melt every time.

Once you pecked her lips once you had to do it again of course and it wouldn't make sense if you didn't do it a third time. You know what it actually would be better if you just grabbed her face and fully embraced her lips with a big sloppy kiss that almost threw Riri off balance.

Her hands took place on top of yours that sat on both sides of her face once you had dropped the headphones.

You pull away once you realize where you guys were, you were glad on one was there except you, Riri and Otis who wasn't paying any attention to you guys.

"I'm sorry I just-"

"Nah you good, I don't mind it"

"Ok" You put your head down, a bit embarrassed at what you had just done. Basically jumping on Riri like some kind of animal, but could you really blame yourself, that was just the kind of effect Riri had on you.

You pick up the record, put it back in its case as you look up at Riri. "I'm definitely getting this one." She grins at you as you walk up to the counter and as soon as Otis was done ringing you up you and Riri walk out ready to see what other stores you guys could look around at.

You and Riri walk back to the apartment complex and she makes sure to walk you into your apartment once she realized your roommates weren't there.

"Sooo"

You turn to see Riri standing near the door awkwardly. "You ok?"

"Yeah I'm good"

"Did you want to head to my room or do you have to go?" Riri's head perked up because of this and a soft "Yeah" fell from her lips.

She follows you down a hall until you guys arrive to your room.

"Soo this is my room"

Riri walks around admiring the several gymnastic and cheerleading trophies along with a few metals, she saw the small wall of polaroids that showed you smiling happily with your friends and a few showcased you still in costume after a show. Your room gave off a spaced theme but not in a childish way. You had star garlands and light hanging down the ceiling and on the walls. A tapestry hung above your bed that had the constellations on them that gave the allusion that it was the real thing.

Posters were littered along the walls as well as a few mirrors that mimicked the moons cycles.

Instead of a regular light you had purple led lights that flashed across your room. "If it's too dark I can turn these off and put the regular lights on"

"Oh nah your good, I like it, you know a bit of mood lighting"

"Ok" You smile softly at Riri watching as she walked closer to you till the point where she was right in front of you. She places her hands on your hips pulling you closer until your noses almost touched.

Your breathing picked up as she moves to kiss your glossed lips. Riri backs you up until the back of your knees hit the bed, you both move until you're laying on your back with her above you.

The only way to describe the way Riri was kissing you was hot, sloppy and hungry, her tongue fought with yours until she began to make her way to the inside of your sweater with her cold hands making you yelp giving her the opportunity to explore your mouth with her tongue and once she started you didn't want her to stop.

The two of your maneuver until you had reach the point where you had your knee propped up so Riri could grind on it and she moved so you could do the same. You skirt bunched up as you two grinded on each slowly, you could feel yourself getting wetter by the minute and with the way Riri groaned on top of you, you could tell she was feeling the same. You thought it would go farther than just humping each other until Riri pulled away. "Sorry my phone keeps going off."

"Oh no it's ok, go ahead"

Riri looks through her phone until she tells you who had just interrupted your little makeout session. "Um it's Shuri, she says she need my help with something." Just with those words your heart was shattered even though they shouldn't have.

Riri wasn't your girlfriend and if anything Shuri had the right to text or call Riri whenever she wanted. So why were you so mad?

Why were you jealous at the fact that Riri was so quick to drop everything as soon as Shuri called?

Was it because you wanted her to yourself?

Or maybe it was because Riri was just tonguing you down not even five minutes ago?

"Look I gotta go but I'ma text you, ok?"

"Yeah go take care of your business."

Riri got up ready to walk out but not before planting a small peck on your lips that left you wanting more as when she pulled away you went to chase after her lips.

She walks out and head back to her apartment leaving you alone in your room. You went to sleep horny and disappointed.

Meanwhile Riri went to sleep after cumming for the second time to the thought of you.

Truth be told Riri didn't leave because Shuri needed her she left because if she didn't she would have surely fucked you and if she did that then all of this would be over. Riri almost didn't want to admit it but when you kissed her at the record store it had felt different than how it did with all the other girls she had kissed; except for one person, Shuri.

A/N: I am actually so proud that I finished this because it seem like anytime I start a series I never finish when I should be but here we are I hope you guys like this.

Feedback is always appreciated, I love hearing from you guys.

#riri wiliams x reader #riri williams #riri x reader #riri x black fem reader #riri x you #shuri udaku #shuri x riri #shuri x reader #shuriri x reader #shuriri #Spotify

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swaggy-waggy-gvf · 1 year

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I love your writing! It brings a smile to my face!

Can you do a fic where your being an absolute brat and Danny keeps tally of everything then when you get home he delivers one hell of a punishment?

Princess - drw

Warnings

Smut 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), m!dom f!sub dynamic, edging, spanking, public stuff kind of, degradation?, a smidge of choking, ✨️daddy kink✨️, squirting

2.5k words

Idk if this is what you were looking for, but I hope I did your request justice

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You weren't quite sure why you decided to do this today, but nonetheless you were doing it.

You were being a complete and utter brat.

It had started with Danny trying to get ready, delicately tending to his curls fresh out the shower. You had tried to distract him, to get him to pay attention to you instead. Slowly creeping up behind him, arms reaching around his waist to loosen the towel hanging low on his hips.

A simple

"No."

With his hands removing you from his body served as his answer to your not so subtle request. You pouted at him, almost childishly crossing your arms in a mimick of a temper tantrum as you made eye contact in the mirror.

"Sweetheart," He sighed, face softening as he turned to face you, " I have to go into the studio today, you know that."

You continued your silent glare.

"Look, how about you come meet me there this afternoon? You can watch us finish up these tracks, and then we'll come home and I'll treat you like the princess you are? Ok?"

"Fine." You rolled your eyes. You had wanted him then and there, and really, you should've just behaved until he came home. He had already promised you exactly what you wanted, just later. But of course, that would've been too simple.

So you let him finish getting ready, and waved him goodbye as he left to meet his brothers in the studio. You quickly hopped into the shower after he left, devising your plan as you got ready for the day.

Step one was choosing your outfit.

Simple enough, right?

No, not today.

You were put off by his rejection, even though you knew he would've rather stayed in bed with you than go into the studio. And so you decided you could tease him a little while he worked.

After searching through your entire wardrobe, and his, you settled on a sundress. Deep forest green, falling at your mid-thigh. Danny had loved this one the second you brought it home, and frequently told you how stunning you looked in it.

So you slipped the dress over your body, foregoing any underwear.

You touched up your hair and makeup, slipping on some shoes and booking your uber to the studio.

You arrived just as the guys were wrapping up to take a break.

"Hey y/n" Jake smiled from his seat, quickly turning his attention back to Sam in the recording booth as he finished playing the new riff. You took a seat beside Josh, he flashed you a quick smile before continuing to scribble down lyrics in his old tattered notebook. Finally, your eyes landed on Danny, deeply invested in making sure everything Sam played was perfect, barely even acknowledging your presence. He was a perfectionist at heart, but his indifference to you relit the bratty streak he'd begun to unearth this morning.

Only a few moments later, Sam's playing stopped, and he emerged from the booth.

"I'm fucking starving. Lunch?"

The twins both hummed in agreement with their brother, but danny gently shook his head, mumbling something about wanting to work on his solo for the next tour.

The sounds of the kiszkas bickering about where to get food gently drifted down the hallway until they were out of earshot, and Danny slowly rose from his seat.

"Hey darling" He murmured, coming to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"Mind if I work on this for a minute? I know I invited you, but Sam ended up taking longer than we thought and I really need to work on this and how it connects to songs. You know how it goes." He gently chuckled, lips still resting against your hair.

You nodded, smiling softly, he missed the mischievous glint in your eyes as be entered the booth and settled behind his kit. He flashed you a quick smile through the glass separating you before beginning to play.

His playing was animalistic, arms thrashing wildly. It never failed to turn you on, so as his arms began to slow you delicately uncrossed your legs, pulling the hem of your dress just enough to reveal yourself to him.

As he landed one final crash on the cymbals, his eyes met yours, then he noticed. His eyes darkened instantly, and he shook his head, mouthing a stern "no." To you.

You took no notice, running your hand down your thigh, until it dipped under the hem of your dress. Slowly, you gathered the wetness that had been building between your thighs, grazing your fingertips across your clit. He never broke his stare, his grip on his drumsticks tightening at your defiance.

You let your eyes flutter shut, slowly giving into the pleasure building in your stomach.

The sound of a door slamming snapped you out of your trance as Danny stormed over to you.

"What. The. Fuck." He spat.

"I need you daddy. Needed you all day."

You tried to play coy, but he wasn't having any of it.

"And I told you, later. And I tried to be sweet to you, inviting you into the studio with me. I was planning on spoiling you later, such a shame I'm going to have to punish you instead."

He leaned down, his hand resting at the base of your neck. A warning.

"You're such a slut" He breathed against your ear.

The sounds of the kiszkas returning from lunch snapped danny out of his trance. His eyes were still darkened but he was able to put up a facade of simply being frustrated with his solo. You excused yourself, claiming the beginnings of a painful headache were plaguing you, and slipped out the door and home.

You figured you had dug yourself deep enough, and you knew you were in for one hell of a punishment and didn't want to make it worse. Danny was typically a gentle lover, times like this were far and few between. Times where he let himself be consumed by it, when he let go and the gentle lovemaking you grew accustomed to became nothing more than the natural desire to give and to take.

Hours passed, you had swaped the dress for comfy shorts and one of his shirts, you hair was up and your makeup was off. You had cooked dinner but ended up eating it alone, wondering if you really did take it too far. You were about to call your losses and head to bed when the sound of the door slamming took you by surprise.

"Get your ass on that bed naked in the next 30 seconds or so help you."

Fuck.

He was pissed.

You hurried upstairs, stripping your clothes as you went. You laid across the bed, and a few minutes later he followed you into the room.

"Oh princess, look at you, you do know how to behave. So tell me why you decided to be such a fucking brat today, huh?"

You just shook your head, unable to form an answer that would suffice.

"And that's strike 3 now. You just keep making this worse for yourself."

You felt your wetness slowly making a mess between your thighs at his stern tone and stony glare.

"So here's what's going to happen, I'm going to punish you, for everytime you misbehaved today. And when I feel like you deserve it, you get to cum. Ok?"

"Yes daddy." You whispered. You rarely called him that, but you knew he would accept nothing else tonight.

He stepped forward, tugging his shirt off and climbing onto the bed. Spreading your legs apart, he immediately plunged two fingers into you, setting a relentless pace.

You let moans flow wantonly from your mouth, uncaring of if the neighbours could hear.

"Daddy- oh- daddy I'm close I'm gonna-"

And just as you were about to let it wash over you, he pulled his hand away, leaving you dripping and desperate.

"Wha-"

"I told you, you're getting punished. Now what do you think that one was for?"

He stared down his nose at you, one eyebrow quirked upward, await a response.

When you had nothing to say, he quickly filled in for you.

"That, was for trying to distract me this morning." You understood what he was looking for now, and you knew that was only the beginnings of his punishment.

He grabbed you by your waist, flipping you over with ease so you laid across his lap.

His large hand stroked almost gently across your ass, before coming down with a harsh crack against your skin. He pulled your hair back so he could meet your eyes, silently checking in that this was ok, a small reminder that he was still your danny underneath all this. You nodded wordlessly, arching your back and presenting your ass towards him for another hit. This time, when his hand his your reddened flesh, you moaned, eyes fluttering closed as you walked the line between pain and pleasure. His spanked you 3 more times, you could feel yourself dripping onto his lap more with each hit. Finally, he brought his hand down between your legs, landing a swift smack to your neglected pussy.

Your whole body jolted forward.

"Daddy please"

"Oh someone liked that," you could hear the smirk in his voice, "Look how wet you are for daddy, dripping all over my jeans. You're making quite the mess princess."

He sunk his fingers back into you, using his thumb to rub quick circles on your clit. Still sensitive from being edged, it didn't take long before you felt the familiar heat in your stomach.

"Daddy, daddy, I'm cl-ose"

Your voice cracked as you knew your orgasm would be denied again.

Just as you predicted, he removed his hand, once again flipping you so you laid spread across the bed on your back.

"And what was that one for, sweetheart?"

He settled on his stomach between your legs, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"That was for what I did at the studio, daddy"

He hummed in approval,

"That's right, it was for acting like a dirty little slut. Right there on that couch where anyone could've walked in on you. Acting like a depraved little whore, like I don't take care of you, huh? So starved for attention you finger yourself right there in my workplace."

You didn't know where this had come from, but his words made you clench around nothing, desperate for any kind of relief.

Without saying another word, he lowered his head, his tongue teasing your entrance.

He lapped lazy stripes up to your clit, closing his lips around the little bud to gently suck.

You were almost screaming at this point, sweat coating your body, thrashing against the sheets. It was sinful, the way his tongue lowered to your entrance again, this time pushing inside as the bridge of his nose bumped against your clit.

He flattened his tongue, hooking his hands around your thighs, urging you to grind against his face. Each drag against his mouth had you falling in deeper, just as it was about to wash over you, it was gone.

He sat up, licking his lips.

"And that, was for not answering me when I spoke to you."

His gaze softened, and in a stark contrast to his previous actions, his lips met yours in a gentle kiss, pulling back to let his forehead rest against yours.

"Please baby, I need you do you think you can take me now?"

His facade had broken, and all that was left of his anger was animalistic desire.

"Please daddy," you nearly sobbed, "Please I need you I need to cum, please."

He sat up, finally freeing himself from the constriction of his jeans, hooking his thumbs in his boxers to pull the down as well. His erection slapped up against his stomach, hard and flushed a deep red, leaking precum already. You had almost forgotten through your punishment that he hadn't been touched. You reached forward to take him in your hand.

"No, princess, I need to be inside. Need you now."

He took both your wrists in one hand, holding them above your head as he lined himself up. With one swift movement, he sheathed himself inside you, pausing for a moment to let you adjust.

"Please, danny, please move." You breathed.

He immediately began thrusting, a relentless pace chasing his high. He pulled you hips up into his lap, angling you so that every thrust would brush against that spot. Both of you had been so wound up it wouldn't take long. His free hand dropped to rub steady circles against your clit, this time pulling you under with him. His head resting in the crook of your neck, placing wet kisses where he could reach.

"I'm so close danny, I'm gonna cum" You moaned.

"Cmon princess, do it, cum for me. Soak me."

You threw your head back, back arching away from the bed as it finally hit you. It washed over you, pleasure coursing through your body, fulfilling Danny's wishes. You rained down onto his lap.

You were faintly aware of his moans, his head dropping against you as he shot inside you.

After a few minutes you came round to danny gently running a washcloth across you, careful not to overstimulate you. His free hand rested on your hip, a grounding touch, whether it was for you or him.

After a moment of silence he spoke up,

"Did I take it too far princess?" His voice was laced with concern, he couldn't quite meet your gaze yet. This happened, whenever he was rough with you, the fear that he'd done too much, that he'd hurt you. You placed a hand in his hair, scratching lightly against his scalp.

"No danny, it was perfect, you're perfect."

The tension he was holding in his shoulder visibly released, he finally looked up at you, eyes swimming with his normal, gentle love.

"C'mere" He mumbled, pulling you to him, in a sweet embrace, placing delicate kisses to your head, moving down to your cheeks, the tip of your nose which made you giggle. Finally planting a kiss against your lips, you could feel him smiling against you and it warmed your heart.

"Not to kill the mood danny," you giggled, nose brushing against his as you broke apart from the kiss, "but we are literally sitting in a puddle of my cum, can we please at least change the sheets before we cuddle."

He threw his head back, nose scrunching as he laughed.

"Yeah princess, let me help you into the bath, then we can have fresh sheets and cuddle. Maybe if you're lucky I'll even pour you a glass of wine." He waggled his eyebrows for extra emphasis on the wine, his familiar smile softening his features.

How one man could switch up so quickly you did not know, but you were grateful he was yours.

#gvf #danny gvf #danny wagner #greta van fleet #daniel gvf #gvf fic #daniel wagner #gvf smut #greta van fleet smut #danny wagner smut #danny wagner × reader

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happilychaengs · 1 year

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the expression of love

a/n: my third and last fic for valentine's. i'm extremely tired but i tried working through it. hopefully this makes sense.

word count: 607

yunjin x gender neutral reader

fluff

yunjin wrote her own songs. she was a lyricist. she was good with words wasn't she? she thought she was good at coming up with stuff, so why for the life of her could she not write anything about how much love she held for you?

she's been staring at her empty journal for approximately... 3 hours just trying to come up with anything to say to you. lyrics to a song. a poem. it didn't matter to her. she just wanted to do something to show much she loved you before you came back from work but not a single word came to mind. she wrote your name a couple of times but quickly erased it, not really sure where she was taking it.

she let out a long exaggerated sigh as she set her journal down and walked around the house you two shared, hoping to get some form of inspiration to help her write. as she walked down the hallway, she sees the picture frames the two of you hung up on the wall, all capturing one of your many escapades.

"yunjin."

"what is it?" her body turned around and she couldn't really prepare herself for what was to happen. she feels your plump lips on hers as she feels your hands pull her head closer. she smiles into it as she reciprocates your feelings fully.

the two of you disconnect and she sees nothing but stars in your eyes. "what was that for, y/n?"

"nothing. i just love you. that's all."

she loved your spontaneity. you didn't have every step planned out. you went where life took you and much to her dismay, you were a much needed addition to her very intoxicating lifestyle. you made her feel free.

"are you okay?"

"what do you mean?" was there something wrong with her today?

"you don't usually eat this little."

her brows furrowed as she tried thinking about what could possibly make you worry about her. was she really eating less? before she could respond, her stomach grumbled as she saw you stick out a spoonful of rice up to her face.

"you don't even know you're hungry?"

she laughed to herself as she took a bite, "i guess not."

she loved how observant you were of her. sometimes catching on to things that she herself didn't even realize and she has always been thankful for that. she would be in a very different situation without you.

"knock knock, yunjin!"

her ears perk up at the sound of your voice. you making a knock knock joke? was it her birthday today or something?

"who's there?"

"boo!"

"boo who?"

she feels a pair of arms wrap around her torso as she feels your chin on her shoulders, your playful voice ringing in her ears, "aw, don't cry!"

she's dragged out of her thoughts as she hears the door swing open, time passing by a little too fast for her liking but thankfully she's finally realized how to tell you her feelings. it was just everything about you. it wasn't one specific thing that made her love you. you were just you and that was enough for her.

there was no one thing she could tell you that would show much she loved you. no poem or song that she could've made to fully express the extent. so she tells you upright, and hopefully you'd know how much you meant to her.

"y/n."

you hung up your coat as you looked at yunjin, "what is it?"

"i love you." she quickly runs up to you and plants her lips on yours, "happy valentine's day."

#yunjin imagines #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim x reader #yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin imagines #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios

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0wen-b3rnard-anton1o · 8 months

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Safe Now

Sturniolos x y/n (technically its all of them but your dating Chris)

TW- Swearing, Panic Attack, Kissing, Alluding to potential danger, Anxiety (i think i got everything)

Summary- Your filming a video with the the triplets when something happens and they have to protct you

Me and the triplets piled into the van. Matt racing to the drivers seat before me I huffed opening the back door you better let me drive home Matthew, me and Matt always argued on who drove seeing as we were the only ones who could. Alright alright fine he agreed starting the car I sat next to Nick behind Chris and buckled my seatbelt, Chris already plugging the aux to his phone taking song requests? I asked leaning forward as far as the seat belt would allow me to resting my hand on his shoulder slightly rubbing it, as long as that request isnt a taylor swift song then yes he answered doja actually. I told him Nick perked up is it her new song? He asked, you know it I replied Chris shook his head sighing still searching it up regardless, I pulled away from his vibing with music "BITCH I SAID WHAT I SAID I RATHER BE FAMOUS INSTEAD" me and Nick both screamed the lyrics as Matt pulled out of the driveway even Chris swayed to the beat.

We headed off to the antique thrift store in town they had passed the other day while getting ice cream giving Chris the and idea for the upcoming Wednesday's vlog wanting to bring back the old thrift store challenge, ya know the one where you see you can thrift the best outfit in 15 minutes, they had invited me to be in the video which I glady said yes we had already filmed the intro explaining todays video at home deciding we'd film again when we got to the store. Once we arrived the moment the car was in park I jumped out out inspecting the old building, the whole front of the building made of glass come on hurry I motioned them to get out of the car quicker Chris joined me opening the door and jokingly bowed, why thank you kind sir I joked back walking through the entrance the inside was definitely very antique random objects scattered around.

We all walked to the clothing racks I grabbed my phone from my back pocket preparing to start filming Matt and Nick following suit aswell as deciding on who will get the camera and use there phone as a timer while Chris went to the front to ask if we were aloud to film we came to an agreement Matt would control the timer as Chris came jogging back pulling his phone out aswell, were good to film he told us great, Matt gets the camera if thats good with you Nick explained Chris nodded in reply Matt handed me the keys to the car since I'd be driving home before started the timer and we all began to film and go our separate ways,

I rushed to the womans section talking to the camera as I go ok so I'm going to try to go for like dress pants and a nice button up very formal very boss bitch I searched through the racks spotting a pair of light purple dress pants I checked the size to see it was a size to big, damn it it's a size to big i told the camera it's fine thats what's belts are for I shrugged it off heading for the shirts, skidding to a stop seeing a cream white belt grabbing it I hear Nicks protests behind me hey, I was gonna grab that he told me, sucker! I yelled jogging off laughing when I looked behind me at his annoyed expression I see Chris not to far away with red pants or shorts in hand couldn't really tell from here I got back to searching finding the perfect top almost immediately, Satisfied with my outfit I decided to check out the front of the store near the check out where I had saw a full body mirror that caught my eye. Sure enough I walked up to it loving the metal frame that went along the mirror the patterns were beautiful, only being 15 dollars I decided it was definitely worth it to buy, I picked up noticing it definitely had some weight to it I still hauled it to the front paying for my my clothes and mirror, Nick, clothes in hand came behind me. ooh nice mirror want any help getting it to the van? Nah im good to carry it thanks though alright then muscles, ill meet you in the car he told me, I sent him a smile putting the bag around my arm lifting the mirror off the ground and began walking off to the car

I had noticed a man riding a bike behing me assuming he would pass by but he slowed down yelling out to put the mirror down I looked fully behind me the man was old his bike seemed to be falling apart. oh no im good thank you though i gave him the best fake smile i could muster frightened by the stranger, he came to a full stop getting off his bike setting it to the gorund no no no he mumbled come on his voice trailing off I couldn't understand what he was saying I brought out the car keys my hands slightly shaking just wanting him to get on his bike and go away, I hit the button on the key opening the trunk only about two feet from the van he came closer to me my I looked around wishing i wasnt alone i made eye contact with Nick through the glass of the shop the moment he saw my frightened face he sped walked out the door to my side Whats happening he asked me um i was just i dont need help i fumbled over my words

thanks sir Nick deepened his voice standing staigher wrapping an arm around my waist but i can help her, you can leave he glared him down now, Nick finished the man lingered in silence for a moment his eyes trained on me making me cower further behind Nick before Chris and Matt came out the door aswell, Chris immediately noticing the situation began to jog over to me the man who had seen all three boys backed up quickly and grabbed his bike speeding off. My eyes brimmed with tears Matt took the mirror and my bag from me putting it in the car for me I leaned into Nick My breathing picked up pace he hugged me its ok now sweetheart

Nick let go allowing my boyfriend to wrap his arms around me im right here your safe we wont let anything happen to you your ok he told me Matt rubbed my back from behind joining in the hug which Nick joined aswell we all stood there group hugging me in the middle but i just felt suffocated a tear escaped my eye, Chris letting go once he felt the wet tear hit his arm Nick opened the shotgun door guiding me to sit down my legs dangled out the edge of the car I physically couldn't breath, air wouldnt hit my lungs making me panic way more awful thoughts circled my brain what would've happened if Nick didnt come out what if i was completely alone what would that man have done how was i meant to be alone anywhere again drowned in my own world my hands shook even more

Chris took my hands in his trying desperately to calm me down what do i do i dont know Matt help me out here he asked knowing his brother has struggled with this aswell before Matt pushed Chris to the side and he stood by Nicks side Nick rubbed his back for comfort Matt rubbed my arms crouching down hey y/n i need you to listen to me you need to breathe for me ok in and out, i tried i did i slowly drew a breath in and out but the more i tried the more my throat consticted and it scared me, i shook my head Matt noticed there wasnt much he himself could do and stood up. Alright kiss her he told Chris, what? he looked at Matt confused Nick shared the same expression i know how it sounds ok but she needs to breath to calm down and if she holds her breath it will help regulate it shes not in a state to hold her breath herself Chris catching onto what his brother was saying he quickly cupped my cheeks pressing his lips onto mine it indeed catch me by surprise my breath hitching, i kissed back tangling my hands in his hair he pulled away my breath still shaky but the air filled my lungs, Chris kept his forehead against mine, did you come back to me? I nodded glancing to Matt and Nick smiling at them both gratefully.

I love you I whispered to Chris I love you to, so much he responded grabbing my hand pulling me to the backseat with me I think I'll drive again Matt laughed slightly starting the car again hey at least i get the aux now Nick said but turned around looking at me your ok now though? He asked holding a hand out to me I grabbed his hand squeezing it, ya i am thank you all of you seriously Of course! They all replied completely in sinc OHHHH they all said agian we all burst out laughing I loved these boys with all my heart.

I love you so so much! Thank you for reading and always feel free to request

#christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolos #sturniolo images #Chris sturniolo imagine

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icegirl03 · 1 year

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Be mine forever?

Pairing: Iceman x fem!reader

Summary:Ice decides to make things official by proposing,but how will he arrange the perfect proposal?

Tw: fluff,kissing,crying

This was requested by the lovely @deanscroissant 🩷

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It has been 8 years since you've known Ice and 5 years since you two started dating. After everything going smoothly you both decided to live together and share a cozy home close to the Top Gun base in Miramar.

You came home from work one Friday only to see that Ice came early,which never occurred because of his job he always came home later.

What was even more surprising was his effort to actually make dinner,not that he didn't cook for you,but he loved it much more when you made home cooked meals for him.

"Tommy?What's going on why are you home early?What's all this for?" You asked walking in front of him as he wrapped you in his arms. A red shade was all over his cheeks,which was a sign that he was either sick or scared.

"Hi my love" Tom coos as he brushes your hair away from your face. "Believe it or not we finished early today,Mav fucked up with some weird flying" he smiles as you nod.

"...you're not sick are you?" You raise a brow and look at him,still almost not believing what he said.

"What?No baby,anyway go freshen up and try the dinner I made" he says kissing your forehead and returning to give dinner the finishing touches.

Dinner went smoothly,as usual. You were both catching up on each others day,cracking jokes in between and just enjoying each others company. After dinner you got up to do the dishes,but Tom had other things in mind. He grabbed your arm and pulled you to him.

"Care to join for a dance?" You just looked at him,caught by surprise.

"Do me the honor,cmon" Tom says,somethings about his eyes made you feel that he couldn't take no for an anser,of course you joined him.

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You and Tom both loved this song,it represented perfectly your love. You give Tom a big smile and he reaches your hand to pull you into his embrace. You both softly sway to the rhythm.

"..but just one look was all it took"

He whispered the lyrics in your ear as you giggle and turn around to face him. He spins you and you both laugh.

"Now im the type of girl who understands my man,ill be strong when he's weak I will hold his hand"

You sang to him and you both enjoyed the song more than everyone else. Ice knew that no one understands him better than you and how you always are there for him even when he's weak. Of course he has the image of a strong unbreakable man,the best of the best,but you brought up this side of him and made him realise that it's okay to be weak sometimes,because you would always be there for him. He knew he found his soul mate,you meant the world to him and he didn't want to waste more time,he wanted to start the rest of his life with you.

The song came to an end,Ice spinned you one last time and you covered your face,holding your cheeks as they felt sore from all the smiling.

The moment you open your eyes you see Tom in one knee,holding a little black box with a ring inside. You can't believe your eyes.

Tom's eyes were watery,more clear than ever,a genuine look on his face,a look that only you had the privilege to see.

"Y/N I've known you for a long time,and the only thing I can say is I'm so in love with you and that love grows everyday. I'm happy to wake up next to you,and happy to come home to you every day. I realised I can't live without you when I was deployed. You're the reason I am such a happy man. You complete me,and I want to spend the rest of my life with you,have a family with you and celebrate you and with you. Will you please marry me?" He took a deep breath and his head sunk down,shoulders shaking for a moment as his emotions took over him.

At this point you didn't know what was real and what wasn't anymore. All you knew was that he was the one for you and you never were so sure about something before.

You get on your knees to his level and cup his face. "Yes Tom I will marry you!Yes yes yes a million times yes!" He hugged you for what seemed like hours,but you both enjoyed that. He put the ring on your finger and you gasped.

"Tommy! This looks really expensive, you didn't have to go all out!"

"Bullshit,there wasn't anything more expensive in that shop,if there was it would be on your finger" he winked and kissed your lips "Only the best for my best girl,or should I say the soon to be Y/N Kazansky?"

Before you could reply you hear a *violent* knock on the door,it sounded like a group of people. You go to open it and Slider,Maverick,Goose and Carole all hugged you until you felt like you could breathe.

"CONGRATULATIONS YOU TWO" Carole said as she grabbed your face and kissed both your cheeks "Trust me I know a man when he's in loooove,and that Kazansky is sooo in love with you!" She says and everyone enters the living room and all of you celebrate that night, until Ice had enough and told everyone to fuck off,he wanted to spend some alone time with his future wife.

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Authors note: the song was requested,so I tried my best to make the scenario :)

It's longer than I expected,sorry!

I hope you enjoyed this! Mama cherry loves u🩷

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

#Youtube #top gun maverick #top gun #hangman x reader #iceman smut #iceman x y/n #iceman x you #iceman fanfiction #iceman imagine #val kilmer #top gun au #proposal #top gun smut #top gun headcanons #tom kazansky #iceman fic

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softpine · 7 months

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→ oc questions tag ←

tagged by @subtlefires thank you!! i haven't seen this tag before, so this was really fun 💖

i decided to do casper to make up for all the times i've chosen coco

→ 5 words to physically describe your OC (do you have a drawing? even better!) (since we already know what he looks like, i chose general descriptions and stole your moodboard idea hehe)

energetic, reliable, persistent, lacks confidence, sweet

→ Who inspired your OC?

at first, nobody. casper was meant to be the... not comic relief exactly, but a break from the heavy ghost/death/trauma stuff in the main story. but as he got older, i started putting so much more of myself into his character. without going into detail, i've learned things about my own family that makes me relate to casper's situation more than i thought i would when i came up with it. i never planned to go more in-depth about his biological father & half sisters because i thought, well, he has 2 loving parents and siblings he grew up with, why would he lose sleep over these people he's never met and is only connected to by blood? it was one of those things where i thought i knew how i would feel in that situation, but i never really knew until i knew. i wish i could say this is the only part of my life i've imparted on casper, but it's not 😅 casper is also the first character we've seen in college since beth, and my college experience was SO much closer to casper's than beth's. so like. it's me, i inspired casper fjksdjs

→ Give me a song to define your OC

soda by nothing but thieves // lyrics:

i once had a thought, but don't know where it went 'cause i've been living off soda and cheap cigarettes maybe when i was a kid i was dropped on my head yeah, that would make some sense

i don't want to be myself it's making me so unwell

→ If I met your OC on the street how would they greet me?

he doesn't make it a habit to greet strangers aside from a polite nod, but if he already knows someone he would loudly call out to them even if they're far away and it's embarrassing for everyone involved – that is, if he remembers them. he's really bad with names!

→ Can your OC be your best friend? Why?

oh yeah for sure. not so much now, but i was friends with so many jock types in high school. i think it's because once those guys find out i'm a lesbian they just treat me like a bro 😌 but they would tell me things they didn't think they could talk about with anyone else. i love being the friend everyone comes to with their problems because i'm telling people what they already knew but didn't want to admit, and making them feel like they came up with a solution all on their own. that's exactly what casper wishes he had in a friendship right now. also i want him to be my personal trainer!

→ 1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your OC

neurotic // i know this word is outdated, but i still use it for myself and i can't think of a better word to describe the way that he manages to be anxious about anything and everything. so much of his personality / habits / lifestyle were formed in response to anxiety (like, he was afraid of staying the same so he changed everything about himself all at once. he did so many sports and he exercises all the time because it keeps him busy. etc.) and the important thing is that most of his fears are totally irrational and not the more common worries people have, even other people with anxiety. it's not like "are my friends secretly mad at me?" it's "i'm going to walk to class today because i'm afraid i'll run someone over with my car" and things of that nature; things he knows are irrational, but that doesn't make them feel less real. but we'll get more into that later

toaster // LMAO... it's a ubiquitous household object you take for granted will always be there. you don't really know how it works on the inside, you just count on the fact that it will. you don't even take notice of it unless something is really wrong with it. but it's a tried and true part of a daily routine and you'd be really bummed if you lost it! tell your toaster you love them today sdjksjd

→ tagging: feels weird tagging anyone after i got so personal here lmao so if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

#bold move picking one of the most beloved and attractive stars of the 00s as casper's face claim but i figured i'd throw him a bone #casper birkshaw

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unreliablesnake · 1 year

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Can I ask for a Joel fic based on Stay by Blackpink? It takes place in Boston or Jackson, I don't know, I let you decide. Thank you ❤️

https://youtu.be/ygF67HDFYTs

Note: As much as I love Stay, I have never listened to it while checking the English lyrics. I'm not sure this follows the song that much, but I hope you'll still like it. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

You had no idea where Joel had been in the past few days, but ever since he returned, he’d been keeping you at arm’s length. He didn’t say much, but if he did, he usually just barked something at you that you could have easily found offensive or hurtful if not both.

“Can’t you just stay out of my way?” he asked you with an annoyed growl as he pushed past you in the small kitchen.

You didn’t say anything, only let out a huff and went to the bedroom to lay down. When you turned your head to the side to look at the mirror, you knew it was time to end things with him. It had been in the back of your mind for a while now, but until now you had always convinced yourself to stick around, to give him another chance.

Whenever he left, you were left behind having no idea when he would be back and who he was with. While Tommy was around, he often tried to cheer you up, telling you that Joel loved you in his own way, but ever since he had decided to leave, you’d been left with the constant fear of abandonment. And this is why you were conflicted. You wanted him to stay with you. You wanted him to finally apologize and show you how much he cared about you.

With tears running down your cheeks, you eventually fell asleep, and only woke up when Joel lay down next to you, an arm wrapping around your body to pull you closer. It was nice to feel the warmth that radiated from his body, but you still shivered from the kind of contact that was by now so unfamiliar.

You reached down to pry his arm off of you, but he only tightened his grip. “I’m sorry, baby,” he suddenly mumbled into the back of your neck, probably half-asleep. “I didn’t mean to be so rude to you today.”

At least he knew. That was a start. But that didn't change anything, you still felt like shit because of the way he had been treating you lately. Taking a deep breath, you thought about what to say now. You somehow wanted to tell him it was too late to apologize, but nothing came to your mind. So instead you remained silent and let yourself fall asleep again.

In the morning you woke up after him, and by the time you entered the living room, he was standing in the window with a mug in his hand. He looked at you for a second, but he just as quickly turned his gaze back to the window without saying anything.

“There's something I've been planning to ask you for a while,” you brought up finally, your voice thin and quiet as you spoke.

Joel turns to look at you with a frown, and for a moment you wonder if your question had already annoyed him. But he lets out a sigh and leans his back against the wall as he signals you to go on.

“Why are we still living together?” you asked him, earning an almost surprised look from the man. “You're barely here, and even when you are, you seem annoyed by me being around. I should just move into the empty room my friend has, she's been telling me to go for a while anyway,” you explained with a shrug.

You didn't want to move out, you didn't want to leave him, but you couldn't force this relationship if it just didn't work. As you watched him, Joel's jaw tightened and he let out a groan.

“Do you want to leave? I won't fucking stop you. Go, move there if that's what you want.”

It felt like a stab in the heart, one that ended with him twisting the knife. Nodding, you turned around and got the old suitcase from under the bed to start packing your things. You had to keep some of your dignity, you couldn't let him make a fool out of you.

As you closed the now full suitcase, you felt him standing in the doorway, his eyes locked on you. “I thought you weren't serious,” he noted, and you could have sworn you heard a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“You clearly don't love me. Hell, you don't even like me. Why would I stay?” you asked, your voice somehow sounding more confident than you truly felt. If you were voicing your true feelings, you would have dropped to your knees and begged him to say he loved you at least once.

Shaking his head, Joel stepped closer to you and put his hands on your cheeks. “Because I need you,” he answered your question, sounding surprisingly soft all of a sudden. “I don't want you to leave.”

“Yeah, I'm sure it's nice that someone cleans and cooks for you,” you told him sarcastically as you pushed his hands away.

“Don't be so fucking difficult, damn it. It's not that I don't love you. I'm just worried you'll get hurt because of me if I let you too close.”

What the hell was that supposed to mean? “Does it have anything to do with you disappearing for days sometimes?” you asked with a gulp, preparing for how you wanted to finish this train of thought. “I always assumed you were with someone else, some other woman who can give you something I can't.”

Joel looked hurt by your accusation. He leaned down to give you a cautious kiss, unsure of how you would react in the middle of this conversation. Just as expected, you were quick to push him away, so he grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him.

“I don't need another woman, you hear me? I have you, and that's enough for me,” he assured you. “As for why I leave for days… It's work. Illegal,” he added when you opened your mouth, just to make sure you don't feel like asking more questions.

You took a deep breath and thought about what he had just dumped on you. It was too much, you couldn't really decide what to do now. But then you used the sudden silence to think, and eventually you said, “I need a few days on my own to think,” you told him quietly.

“Just a few days. And then you'd better come back to me,” he ordered once he rested his forehead against yours. “I need you here.”

You could have cried from happiness. This was all you wanted, him to finally tell you he didn't hate you, he didn't get bored of you. Maybe things would change once you returned. Maybe he would be a lot nicer to you.

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us #tlou #request

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joprompts · 9 days

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a tale of two cities (musical) lyric starters. part one. *starters from the musical. adjust as necessary.

from where i sit i see the way things are, the way they've always been.

when i'm blind with drink i like the world i see. i even think the world's the way it ought to be.

you'll never be alone again.

we both were lost, but now that's all behind us---all the endless years i never knew you.

lay down your pain.

i'll help you to forget the emptiness you've known.

the prisoner you see here must be of no earthly good or else he wouldn't be here!

hang the traitor!

you were an ass again.

why should you treat the man like that, just because he’s better than you?

apparently, it doesn’t take a lot to be better than you.

that lovely face will haunt you and follow you to bed.

when you’re trying to forget her, she’ll steal inside your head.

but when the dawn comes, and you awaken, you’re still alone.

but dolls can be beautiful. they live within a different world.

but careful not to touch. it wouldn’t do for you to touch or come to close at all.

there are no words i know to say the way i feel. words aren't enough to show you i'm sincere. i've held this in as long as i could stand.

i've never told her so. without your blessing, i've no hope...

without your blessing, i've no hope.

it seems like yesterday, i stood there in his place, when someone meant the world to me.

you have my blessing.

nothing means more to me than her.

you won't regret this trust.

what was that? and where did all those stars come from?

you are drunk, aren't you?

i can't recall a night so clear, the heavens seem an inch away.

have i been drinking down my days?

was failure borne inside my heart or dead the many years of waste?did i just feel it disappear because you care?

tomorrow's at my feet. all yesterday's a haze.

if dreams came true i might have been a better man.

if dreams came true you might have set me free.

but god is kind, for you he had a better plan and saved you from the pain of loving me.

all you can ever do for me, you've done.

you've been the finest dream a man could ever know: that this abandoned fight might have been won.

even if the dream were not impossible, iknow too well the ending would be sad.

what are you weeping for? i am not worth the tears you waste.

what are you weeping for?

i won't forget you wept for me.

out of sight, out of mind.

death is welcome retreat from the sorrow they find.

but here, the pain is never out of sight. the sick, the starved, the poor. there is no room for us to turn away, we can't just shut the door.

if we don't come too near it's as if we're not here and there's nothing to fear.

we watch them from afar.

they won't suspect that soon we'll see a day when they know who we are.

let them stay unafraid, just for now keep them blind!

patience waits for a spark, til the time that is right, we'll remain in the dark.

hardly a care finds you, little one.

don't let people without hearts step on you and toss you away.

remember how long we've been waiting, we've been praying for this day.

until tomorrow is upon us, will you follow me today?

look in your hearts and find a soldier.

there's no time to be afraid.

we've lived a lifetime in a country we could never call our own. for once we all must stand together or we'll surely fall alone!

we're lighting a fire they'll remember forever.

the time is upon us.

tomorrow's dawning; can you see it? the future's ours if we can free it!

#rp meme #rp prompt #rp memes #rp starters #lyric starters #lyric starter #lyric memes #lyric prompts

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jcbbby · 2 years

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For the Witches

Chapter 2- Before the Devil Comes for You

Jamie’s dark preacher character is the center of this story, based on some of the themes and lyrics from the “I Am” music video, as well as a bit of Dante’s Inferno and general witchy-ness. Full synopsis here. Chapter 1 here.

Chapter 2 below the cut! also my tags are broken so please please please reblog! <3

Harper sat at the front of the pews, sticking out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of the congregation covered head to toe in black. She was nervous, awaiting Jamie to emerge and begin his sermon or whatever was about to happen. A door off to the right of the pulpit opened, letting in a ray of light, which Jamie stepped into. He remained stoic as he stepped up to the podium, followed by three people dressed identically to the rest of the audience sitting behind Harper. He was carrying a book, a bible. However, the cross was upside down on the front of this bible. He gently placed the book down on the lectern, flipping open to a page and clearing his throat, looking up to the crowd to begin.

“Purgatory. This world we exist in can be equated to purgatory. We are trapped within a never ending pull in either direction to light or to darkness. Our power can only come from diving into that darkness, to overcome it, to give way to nothing but light. The only way to true salvation is to defeat the darkness within you, around you. We must suffer through hell, experience the evils that the devil throws at us. We must meet the devil, and deny him, to live in heaven.”

As Jamie when on, Harper sat, listening to him speak. She was in awe. He spoke so eloquently, so passionately. She was never one to be moved by religious speeches, she didn’t grow up going to church or even being spiritual, but there was something that resonated with her in his words. She found herself believing him, it almost making absolute sense to her.

“You know, witches were not evil. They were much like us. They were hunted, burned, ostracized for having the means to do what we aim to do here. They understood the problems we face having the constant pull of darkness and light. They didn’t fear it, they had it all figured out. They too gravitated to the dark, to understand the evils that be. They aimed to bring peace and harmony to this earth. That’s what the Wiccans and the Pagans believed in, harmony. Yet they were murdered for it. So he we are. I am for the witches. We are for the witches. The witch trials all those years ago were a holy matricide, carried out by those who were too lost and frightened to listen. Their sacrifice only furthers our purpose. They live on within us. We carry on the spirit of their goal. For the witches.”

Harper found herself becoming overwhelmed with emotion, but she could not understand why. For the witches... kept echoing in her.

“I stand before you now as we carry on our journey together. You all know that I'm an omen, I'm a showman...I'm the holy lord. So, before the devil comes for you,” Jamie pointed directly at Harper, causing her breath to catch. “Make sure you have paid your dues.”

Harper stared back at him, feeling like his soul was staring straight into hers. His pale blue eyes flickering to black momentarily. She felt a jolt through her core. It didn't frighten her, however. It invigorated her.

“Thank you, everyone. That’s all for today. Tomorrow evening, we will gather at the altar.” Jamie took his eyes off Harper and looked to the audience with a smile.

The congregation got up and began to leave silently, just they had exited the day before. Harper remained in her seat, digesting all she had just took in. Jamie nodded to the three dark figures behind him, signaling that they could also exit the church. Jamie turned to look back at Harper, closing his book on the lectern as he stepped down the stairs in front of the short stage. He came to sit beside her.

“So, what did you think?” He asked.

Harper shook her head slightly. “I…I don’t know what to think.”

“I know, it can be a lot to comprehend.” There was a pause. “If you want to leave, we can get you into town.”

“No.” Harper looked to Jamie. “No, I…I’ll stay.”

Jamie smiled slowly as Harper continued.

“I don’t understand why, and I sound insane but… I think this is where I’m meant to be. I don’t know, maybe this is the answer I’ve been looking for. Maybe you were right, I needed this new perspective. I can’t explain it, but I just feel…like I’m in the right spot. And I guess I don’t really have anywhere better to be anyway.”

“You don’t sound insane.” Jamie chuckled. “You know, I think you’ll be very important here. You're special. I felt that the moment you walked in here.” He smirked.

“I don’t know about that…” Harper shrugged and looked down, and then back up. “I do have a question, though…what’s with the funeral attire and the masks? I felt really underdressed.”

Jamie chuckled. “You’ll see, all in due time. You’re not there yet.”

“You guys really like being cryptic, don’t you?” Harper’s brow furrowed. “I mean I guess that fits in with the spooky vibe you’re going for.”

Jamie chuckled again. “Well, if you must know. It’s for their protection. What we do here…there are some risks. in showing your face, in being easily recognizable.”

“What like, requiring an eyewash station or something? Like a chemistry class?” She asked, looking around.

Jamie shook his head. “No…more dangerous than chemistry class. Tomorrow, it’ll make sense if you join us at the altar. We will be doing a ritual.”

“A ritual? Like, a sacrifice? Am I like, the lamb, here? Just tell me now if you’re gonna kill me at least so I can mentally prepare.” Harper leaned back against the hard bench.

Jamie laughed, his smooth raspy voice echoing in the empty hall. “Oh god no, no of course not! We’re not that kind of group.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, reassuring her.

Harper laughed too. “Okay, okay that’s good. You had me there for a second, Jamie.”

They sat in silence for a brief few seconds, looking at each other. Harper began to feel comforted by Jamie, as if they had been longtime friends, someone she had known her whole life.

He took a breath. “Come, they’ll be starting dinner soon.”

He stood up and began walking down the aisle towards the back of the church. Harper still sat for a few seconds, confused. She shook her head and got up to follow Jamie out of the church. They walked into the little wooded village they had come from before the service, and up to the largest house of all of them, but still somewhat modestly sized. It looked like it was once an old chalet, hidden away for its previous owner’s forest serenity. It had a wrap around porch, which was littered with chairs and small tables, as well as plants and flowers. Just below the fencing of the porch, in front of it, were patches of garden as well. It looked like vegetables were being grown.

Harper followed Jamie up the steps into the large cabin to join the congregation in a communal dinner. There she got to know many of the people, including the three who stood behind Jamie during the service. Avery, Ryan, and Maggie. They were members of the clergy, which was made up of only the four of them entirely, and they all lived in this larger cabin, which also served as a general space for everyone. Jamie had said that the four of them had known each other for a long time and started this whole movement. There was a brief hush hush discussion about the upcoming ritual between them. Harper tried to listen in, but there was too much commotion around them as everyone engaged in conversation and ate their meal.

The following evening, Harper lay in her bed before this ceremony. She had just changed into an all-black ensemble given to her by a fellow congregate. She felt a pit in her stomach, not knowing what to expect. I’m really putting a lot of faith into these people, she thought to herself. But she could not deny how intrigued she was, and how desperately she sought meaning to her life. With all of this having fallen into her lap, she would be remiss if she didn’t explore it, right? In the silence, there was a knock on Harper’s door. She got up from her prone position on the bed to go open it. There, she was met with Jamie.

“Hey there.” He smiled, tipping his hat. “Are you ready?”

“Uh, yeah…yeah I’m ready.” She said, subconsciously wringing her wrists.

“There’s no need to be nervous, but if you are, you don’t have to join us for this. Totally understandable.” He tilted his head toward her.

“No, no. I’m happy to join.” Harper shook her head. “I want to be there.” She smiled back.

Jamie smiled and nodded as he took her hand, leading her down the hall of the house she now shared with Clara. He led her out of the home and back towards the church. Instead of entering the main hall that she had become acquainted with, Jamie let go of her hand to open a bulkhead leading down underneath the building. Harper felt her breath speed up in her chest as the descended into the darkness. They came upon a room with a table, some chairs, and large slab of rock with a cross carved into it. The only lighting in the room were candelabras lining the walls, and taper candles arranged in a circle in the middle of the table, where the others all sat. Jamie motioned for Harper to take a seat with them.

“Now,” Jamie said, walking up to the slab of stone. “Let’s begin. Who would like to volunteer?”

There was a quick exchange of glances between everyone, with no words spoken. A young man stepped forward slowly in front of the rest of them.

“I will.”

“Zack…wonderful. Thank you.” Jamie smiled. “Please…” He motioned toward the altar.

The young man called Zack slowly removed his shirt, letting it drop to the floor and walked up to the slab of rock. He placed his hands gently on the surface, leaning down to kiss the large cross, before hoisting himself up on top. Jamie walked around behind him, guiding him to lay back. Jamie looked up to the group and wordlessly asked them to move in closer. The congregation walked up to the altar, surrounding it in a circle. Harper followed suit, a few steps behind, growing more and more uneasy. She took her place next to Jamie, on the other side of the small wooden side table. Without instruction, everyone but Jamie and Zack then donned their black masks. Harper didn’t have one and looked to Jamie with concern.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be alright just this once without one, just stand back a bit.” He whispered.

Jamie then turned back towards Zack on the altar and took in a deep breath, closing his eyes as he inhaled. His hands stretched out on either side of him, where he held them for a few seconds before reaching for a piece of charcoal from the small table. He proceeded to draw an upside down cross on to Zack’s forehead and bare chest.

“Spirits that surround us…” Jamie began, bellowing through the dark room. “Guide us through this darkness. We ask for your wisdom and protection. We ask for your instruction, your lead. Holy spirits, holy ghosts, the devil himself. Make yourselves known.”

Harper held her breath, eyes fixated on Jamie. It was unlike she had ever seen him, his face contorted into an expression she couldn’t decipher. She watched as he poured a red liquid, what looked like wine, out of the pitcher and into the chalice, before then pouring it over Zack’s face and body. Zack began to breathe heavily, almost crying and whimpering. Jamie started to speak in a different language, to Harper it sounded like Latin. The congregation took the hand of the person on either side of them, Jamie reaching out to complete the circle.

“MAKE YOURSELVES KNOWN” Jamie bellowed, as he splashed another chalice full on to Zack.

Just then, Zack began writhing on top of the altar, as his eyes rolled to the back of this head. A gust of air blew through the room, causing the candles to extinguish. Harper’s eyes widened as her breath sped up. She looked to Jamie, but Jamie was focused entirely on Zack.

“Speak!” Jamie called to Zack.

Zack began shouting in a tongue unfamiliar to her. He sat up with force and his head snapped directly to Harper as he pointed. He kept speaking in this language. Harper stood frozen, staring directly back at him. She tried to make sense of what he was saying, and why everyone was allowing to happen. Jamie closed his eyes and held his chin up as Zack went on. Finally, Jamie opened his eyes and placed his hand on Zack’s forehead.

“Enough now, leave him.” Jamie growled. “Be gone!”

The group joined in. “Be gone. Be gone.” They chanted.

Jamie reached now for the holy water, pouring it over his head, speaking again in Latin. He shook Zack’s shoulders as Zack writhed and screamed, before slowly collapsing into Jamie’s arms, that laid him back down on the altar. Zack panted as he looked around in a daze.

“Avery, the sage, please.” Jamie instructed, as Avery nodded and turned to retrieve this.

Harper stood, overwhelmed with confusion. “W-what was that?! What the hell were you saying to me?!” She stepped up to Zack, grabbing his shoulders, but Zack was unable to speak, worn out from this episode.

“He was saying that you’re a witch.” Jamie, using a handkerchief to help clean Zack’s face.

Harper stared at him, mouth agape. “I'm sorry…excuse me?! A witch- what? Why would he say that?!”

“Because it’s true." Jamie turned to her. "The spirit that possessed him. It could see that you have an ability, whether you’re tapped into it or not, an understanding of the world missed by most. You can see it all, if you’d allow yourself. I told you, you’re special, Harper.” Avery returned with a bundle of lit sage, which Jamie waved over Zack.

“What are you even talking about? I’m nothing, okay? I… am nothing.” Harper said sharply.

“Not here, you’re not.” Jamie turned back to her, stoic in his seriousness.

“Is that bad..?”

A smile broke through on Jamie’s face. “No…this is what we have been waiting for.”

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