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milaisreading · 2 months

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Imagine Crossdresser! reader passing out during an interview live while the rest of the team watches it lol

🌱🩷: I wrote something similar to what your request is! Hope you like it🩷

Warnings: Reader uses she/her, but she is crossdressing as a guy, keep that in mind! Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

'This is so annoying. And I can already imagine the jokes Ness and Kaiser will be making at my expense for this interview.' (Y/n) thought as she glanced at one of the cameras. It took everything in her willpower not to yawn as she knew everyone who follows BBLKTV was watching this. The sleep-deprivation pretty much stopped any nervousness she could feel at the moment. The past few weeks weren't that kind to her, from the constant back and forth between Rin and Shidou's fights, watching over Kunigami and the rest of Blue locks BM players, to her parents and the JFA scolding her to be on her best behavior, (Y/n) was ready to call the quits.

'It's like I am their parent or something.' She thought as the interviewer entered the room.

'Not to mention that my period is about to start soon. Do I have any pads left?' The girl thought, looking over at Anri, who was standing behind the camera and sending her a thumbs up.

"Hello, (L/n). I will be interviewing you today, thanks for taking the time of your day for this." The man said warmly, causing (Y/n) to give him back a small smile.

"Thank you for inviting me, Nihei-san. It's a honor to be here." The girl got up and bowed at the man before sitting down again.

'All this media training will be the end of me.' The girl thought as she looked back at the man, who let out a sigh of relief.

'Thank God it's not another Itoshi Sae situation.' The man thought as he looked through his papers.

"So, you don't need to be nervous or anything. The questions are very easy and you can take your time to answer them, there is no time limit or anything. And, the cameras are filming right now, just a warning." Nihei said as he pointed at the camera behind him. (Y/n) slowly nodded her head, blinking the blurriness away and focusing back on the man.

"Of course. Thank you very much, I will keep the things in mind. And the staff already warned me about the cameras as well, I am very greatful for that."

'The amount of times I would have yawned...'

"Alright, let's start then. Ok?"

"Of course."

Back at Blue Lock...

"Kaiser, I swear if you don't move away I will kick you." Kunigami warned as the blonde smirked, still standing in front to the TV.

"I don't know. I like it here a lot." Isagi rolled his eyes as Yukimiya and Kurona sighed in annoyance, while Hiori was whispering something to Gagamaru.

"Nobody wants to see your flat ass, Kaiser."

"His ass isn't flat, Yoichi!"

"Shut up, Ness!" Noa was about to interject, but stopped when he saw Hiori and Gagamaru tackle the blonde to the ground.

"Shut it! (Y/n) is speaking!" Yukimiya yelled as Isagi and Kurona kept their focus on the TV.

"So, how was your experience with Bastard München so far? The fans would like to hear from the player who is in that stratum now."

"It's been great so far. I am grateful that we have a coach as experienced as Noel Noa to help us, and I am happy to I am able to play withgreat teammates. Especially the ones from Blue lock, they all progressed tremendously." (Y/n) answered back as the boys blushed a little.

"Hahaha, what can I say. I did progress quite good, actually." Yukimiya boasted as Hiori chimed in.

"So did I. (Y/n) even said he was proud of Isagi and I after the Ubers match."

"Right. It's even better for me since (Y/n) has seen my developments from the beginning." Isagi added in as Kurona thought over his words.

"(Y/n) has said the same thing to me 2 nights ago. He was even sad that I couldn't continue playing for the rest of the Uvers match."

"I got compliments on blocking Barou's shots as well! It felt really nice." Gagamaru admitted. Kunigami cleared his throat, looking nervous to everyone's surprise.

"I got told that my defense got better after the Barcha match."

Ness and Kaiser kept quiet as they spoke about the player, feeling a little jealous that they never got any compliments.

"Whatever. He probably only compliments the Blue Lock players." Kaiser rolled his eyes.

"Not really. I got complimented as well. (Y/n) also added in he likes my hair." Grim told Kaiser.

"Same for me. He complimented me after the Manshine match since my passes helped him a lot to score his 2nd goal then." Sachs added in.

"What?!" Kaiser asked in disbelief, then looked at Gesner.

"And you?"

"He complimented me on my strength when we were both on the gym." Gesner said nervously as Kaiser looked at the trio as if they had betrayed him.

"This isn't fair..." Ness pouted while looking back at the Blue Lock team.

"Sucks to suck." Kurona chuckled.

PXG...

Now, Rin tried (and failed) to pretend that he didn't care about the whole interview, but he couldn't. He cared way too much. So that's why he was now sat down in front of thr TV, ignoring whatever Tokimitsu, Karasu, and Shidou were saying.

"Shut up!! I want to hear what he is saying!" Charles yelled at the group while Loki tried to calm him down.

"Calm down,you all."

"While we are at the topic of foreign teams." The group stopped and looked at the TV again.

"Is there any foreign player you would want to play with in a team?"

(Y/n) blinked at the reporter and stayed quiet as she thought it over.

"Boooriiing. He would never pick a foreign player over one of us. Especially me." Karasu smirked, earning a few glares from the others.

"You mean me! I am the one he said he could barely keep up with during our first match." Shidou butted in.

"And yet you still lost." Karasu jabbed back.

"Shut it! He would be pick me. I am the number 1 here, after all." Rin rolled his eyes.

"Being the 1 isn't the only thing that matters, Rin. Besides, (Y/n) admires my dribbling."

Charles rolled his eyes at the team and cleared his throat.

"Please don't." Loki begged.

"Yet the interviewer cares about none of you. (Y/n) will definitely pick me here-"

"I really enjoyed playing against Julian Loki during one of our selection rounds. While I don't know his current abilities yet, I would definitely pick him as a teammate. He is very easy to get along with." (Y/n)'s answer quickly shut up the group. The Blue Lock team kept quiet as they looked at Loki while Charles looked at him in utter disbelief.

"You stole him away!" The French player said as Loki looked at him in disbelief.

"I did not?! Besides, he knows me for longer than he knows you."

"So now you are showing off?!"

"Are you stupid?!"

Ubers...

"(Y/n) should gave asked me for some fashion advice. Why would he wear the Bastard uniform during an international interview of all times." Aryu tsked in disapproval as he looked at the TV. Niko rolled his eyes at the comment and looked at the taller player.

"How does that matter now? He is having a interview about Blue lock, not a fashion show."

Snuffy chuckled at the younger players comment and ruffled his hair.

"Calm down, Niko. But, he does have a point, Aryu. (Y/n) was told to wear that, after all.

"They purposely wanted him to look ugly." Aryu pouted.

"Will all three of you shut up? I am trying to listen." Barou groaned as Lorenzo looked at him in amusement.

"Didn't thing a king like you was invested in stuff like this."

"Shut it-"

"As you are aware, the whole world is looking forward to your final match against PXG. But, the fans would like to know which game was so far the most exhausting one."

"Hmm... that's an easy one, definitely the one we had against Ubers. While Barcha and Manshine were challenging as well, the Ubers one outweighs them a lot. Not only did the team already have good and experienced players like Don Lorenzo, and their coach Marc Snuffy. But, my own teammates have evolved quite a lot. While I was annoyed that the end of the match kept getting delayed, I was very happy to see them give their all on the field."

The trio kept quiet as they blushed while looking at the TV. Snuffy and Lorenzo silently laughing at their reactions.

Manshine...

"(Y/n) looks a lot paler than I remember him to be. Don't you two think so?" Reo asked, looking back at Chigiri and Nagi for an answer. The redhead narrowed his eyes and inspected the captain before slowly nodding his head.

"It sure looks like it. I wonder if he is sick or something." Chigiri said in worry while Nagi kept quiet.

"I hope Bastard aren't stressing him out too much." Reo rolled his eyes as he thought about the German team.

"We all pretty much witnessed your hat trick during the match against Manshine city, how did you feel back then? Excitement? Confusion?"

The three looked at the TV, silently waiting for an answer.

"Well it was a mix of both, but mainly confusion. I really wasn't sure, and still I am not sure what had possessed me om the field back then. But, I am grateful for the chances Isagi, Kurona, and Sachs-san gave me to score."

"I can only imagine, especially when you got such a high bid offer from Re Al right after."

"That was a surprise to me as well. I didn't imagine they would notice me like that." (Y/n) chuckled as Nagi and Reo facepalmed.

"He really needs to work on his confidence."

"Nothing changed with him."

"It's cute. He reminds me of a puppy." Chigiri laughed as a blush coated his cheeks.

Barcha...

"Keep it down you two. You won't be able to hear anything." Lavinho said as he looked at Otoya and Bachira, which immediately shut them up.

"We didn't see (Y/n) in so long! Can you blame us?" Otoya said as Bachira nodded along.

"Do you still stand by your statement that the game against Barcha was your favorite one?" The trio looked back at the TV, waiting impatiently at the answer.

"Yes. It was probably more relaxing since it was our first one and, personally, I had a lot of adrenaline rushing through my body. Also, Lavinho-san made the match more interesting with his antics." (Y/n) laughed as the Brazilian laughed along.

"Finally someone who understands!"

"And this is why we should have kidnapped him out of the Bastard stratum."

"Bachira, no." Otoya said in a scolding manner.

Back with (Y/n)...

'Can this be over already? I van barely keep my eyes open.' (Y/n) thought, trying to keep her focus on the questions and the interviewer, but that focus was slowly slipping away.

"We have a few more questions and then we are done. Are you ready to answer the next one?"

"Sure-" Before (Y/n) could finish her answer, her vision turned black and she fell unconscious.

"(Y/n)!" Anri yelled in fear as the interviewer caught the girl before she could fall face first on the floor.

"He is fine. He just fainted. Turn off the cameras." Nihei said as the camera man quickly turned everything off. Anri ran to (Y/n)'s side, sighing in relief when she saw the girl was still breathing.

"Bring me some water and call a medic." Anri told the interviewer then looked back at (Y/n) in worry.

'I knew this whole interview was a bad idea. And the PIFA and Re Al higher-ups are watching this as well. The last thing I need is for (Y/n) to get scolded for being exhausted.'

Panic in the stratums pretty much started the moment they saw the girl faint and the cameras got cut off. Ego felt of course worried, and along with Noa and the other coaches was immediately at the medics office.

"So, he was exhausted?" Loki asked as the doctor nodded his head.

"Pretty much. Lack of sleep caused his body to crash. Aside from that, I have noticed he was under a lot more stress the past few weeks, either caused by the games or the JFA, I can't tell right now."

"What is the next best thing I can do now? I am his coach, after all." Noa spoke up.

"Just let him rest for a few days. If possible, delay the match against PXG for a week or so."

"Sure. Ego-san-"

"Consider it done, Loki." Ego said back, interrupting the French player.

"Also, I would like you all to keep the players at bay for now. Just let him sleep, visitors will only cause more harm now."

"Don't worry about that."

"We will handle it." Chris and Lavinho nodded along as Snuffy patted Noa's back.

"The boys need to practice, anyway. So keeping them away will be easy."

The doctor nodded his head and looked back at Ego.

"Anri is currently with him, so you don't need to worry. Should something happen I will immediately inform you. But, as I said, everything will be fine. He just needs rest."

"Alright." Ego said back, a little bit relieved that (Y/n) wasn't in a life-threatening condition or anything. As the doctor left, Loki and the adults silently thought over their plans to tell the other players.

"It will be quite a headache. Especially since Nagi, Reo, and Chigiri are so stubborn." Chris groaned as Lavinho shrugged his shoulders.

"Just give them punishments if they don't listen. What else can we do."

"True, but let's try being reasonable first." Snuffy added in.

"Lucky for me I have the most unreasonable players in my team." Noa butted in as Loki chuckled a little.

"You clearly didn't meet mine yet."

"I don't care how unreasonable they are, if they defy the rule, inform me. I will give them a proper punishment then." Ego told the coaches in a serious manner.

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merowkittie · 10 months

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Hiii! This is only like my second time requesting anything so idek if I’m doing it right but I was hoping you could do smth where the reader is an editor? Maybe w/ miles but anyone is fine. Idk if that’s weird but yeah 😭 thanksss 🫶🏾

Miles Morales x Editor!Reader

I originally was writing a fic but it turned out shit, so I turned it into a HC list/fic.. and It also turned out shit 😭 i hope you enjoy it a bit though!

Warnings: mentions of injury and violence / r and miles bickering / r gets caught up in miles' spider-man stuff / r being a littleee bit of a stalker.. / not proofread / probably won’t make sense towards the end because I finsihed this at 3 am / I think that's it

Ok now.. this is a bit complicated since you have a very important job. You're an editor/photographer for the weekly newspaper in NYC. Which means... you have to give the people what they want, and that also means making your best friend sound like a maniac.

Miles knows you're an editor, it's not a secret you keep, or a thing you try to hide. He also knows that you have to take pictures of him.

"Miles, I need photos of you! Well.. not you, you, spider-man you." You said to him one evening when he swung you around New York for a date. (He didn't want to, it was your idea and he knew how excited you got whenever he did this.)

He'd stare at you like you were crazy and you'd talk for a minute about why.

"Well.. as long as you get my good side. Don't make me sound crazy either!"

You two spent the rest of the day after that taking photos and catching up about stuff that happened at school that miles missed.

Some of the photos turned out shit because he kept posing towards the camera when they're supposed to be off guard and while he's swinging or in action.

Though, one thing he told you was not to get involved when he was defending the city, minor or major.

"Alright.. but listen, don't try to put yourself in danger for a couple of photos. If you're anywhere near me when I'm actually in action on patrol, go home. You know I always meet you there, cariño."

He'd be very serious, which is rare between you two. It's always giggles and jokes.

Miles does not want you caught up in his hero life.

The photos you took prove to be good because you're printing them editing them and the papers sell like crazy.

Though, your boss tells you that he wants more. The photos are now boring and don't prove that he is crazy.

your boss is the crazy one.

"Sir.. I don't mean to go against you, but I wouldn't incriminate him. He's a hero to many of us here! Don't you think you're thinking a bit, dare I say, wrongly of him?"

There was a silence before he nodded his head slightly.

"Should I fire you right now?"

Let's just say that you're now on your way to film Miles in action.

Yes! This was incredibly stupid but... it would be awesome to see him yk..

You found him stopping a robbery at a bodega and took some shots of him without him knowing.

You pretty much followed him around as he was on patrol.

How?

Life 360 ;p

A boom sounded across Brooklyn and from where you and Miles were, it was pretty far.

He took off swinging and you stood there for a second thinking how you were supposed to get there in time.

You stole someone's skateboard.

Though, by the time you got there he was already fighting.. a man? A rhino..? What the fuck.

Miles was on it's back getting swung around yelling insults.

"Dude! How'd you get like this? I'm tryna get like you! I'm talking about muscle by the way.. not your face."

You snapped a couple of photos of the scene then, the Rhino guy threw him into a car. Ouch.

You were looking back at your film and realized that some of the photos were blurry and weren't focusing properly on them both.

You got closer

Which was your first mistake.

Your second was not realizing you accidentally turned your flash on when you thought you were adjusting your brightness of the photos.

That Rhino noticed you and so did Miles, whose masked eyes went wide.

And guess who noticed that? That fucking rhino.

He started to walk towards you and when you started backing up he went on all fours after you.

"I promise I'm not as entertaining as the spider! Leave me the fuck alone!" You squealed as you pushed past people and held your camera tight.

"I like when they run."

To not make this too long let’s just say miles successfully left the police a gift (rhino)

You got an ear full after

“What I did i say about that?? It hasn’t even been like.. a full week since we had that conversation!”

“I know, I know! But my boss said I haadddd to! And by the way you looked awesome, look at those photos.”

You two argued for a bit but he has still a bit upset at what you did.

You apologized by cleaning up his injuries and giving him kisses.

You stayed with him that night and he held you extra tight.

This didn’t turn out good at all but I wanted to finish this request because it’s long overdue 🙏

#black reader #reader insert #miles morales #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales x you #into the spider verse #astv miles #astv x reader

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clover-46 · 7 months

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Model Hush making his return into my brain. I'm not wholly sure if this is a good thing or a counterproductive thing. But either way, here I am.

Hush just making another one of his unscheduled visits to Doc's studio, believing that they definitely won't mind. It completely slips his memory that he isn't their only client. Perhaps a pre-Freelancer Gavin? (Got to love those crossover episodes.)

Hush just standing there as Gavin calmly converses with Doc who's just doing the photography for Gavin's company because exposure from someone as big as this could be career changing. Don't get them wrong, Hush's distinct appearance gets them a lot of attention too, but Gavin is a huge name here. Plus he's funny.

Hush waiting for Gavin to leave and doesn't pay any attention to the wink that Gavin sent him on the way out. He just ignored Doc's exasperated surprise and yet another unannounced drop in visit. But no, this visit is different now because he decides that being a model just isn't good enough right now.

So he does the only logical thing and insists that Doc allow him to use their camera for the day, taking candids of whatever catches his eye. It takes a lot of convincing since Doc is pretty sure this goober is going to drop it and crack the lens.

But good thing he's persuasive. So they let him have free reign with a fresh memory card with the condition that he can't leave the studio. At least this gives them an opportunity to work on the fine editing for another project.

Hush goes absolutely nuts with this. Some shots are just blurry pictures of his shadow on the floor or his shoes while he's walking. (He's disappointed when he can't figure out if this camera takes videos or not. He wanted to create a cute little home movie. Oh well, he'll steal Doc's phone at some point and record then.) He took a picture of a dead fly on the window sill. He's basically like when a little kid gets their hands on their parents phone camera for the first time.

At least he's not being too disruptive.

The only high resolution photos are the ones of Doc. A good portion of them are pretty bad when it comes to the focus points. Sometimes it's a focus on the shell of their ear, knee, shoelace. But there are a few in there that are focused on the way they stick their tongue out slightly when they're focusing. Or on the way their jaw tenses when they're frustrated. The little quirks about them captured in the rampage of chaos that is Hush with a camera.

When Doc goes through the photos later, it gives them a little confidence boost. They don't look like a hunchbacked gremlin all the time when they're editing. They look like a cute creative artist.

... and then there's a bad selfie of Hush. How nice.

- 🙊

HELLO NONNY!! thank you for more model hush <3

i love crossover episodes and gavin is indeed very funny lol

oh lord i dont think i would have ever let him use it 😭

AWWWW real hush kinda has that childlike curiosity to him so this makes sense

💀💀💀

@messenger-of-stupidity

#model hush featuring gavin #clover answers ❗️#🙊 anon

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the-wayside · 2 years

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I wonder how long it's been since Kinn had to watch the face of someone traumatized by violence, someone who didn't come prepackaged to deal with the world he lives in?

The camera work on the flashback is interesting because we see things we didn't see before. We see Kinn's grasp on Porsche's waistcoat, he's got some of Porsche's blood in his hand and shirt cuff, and it's the same hand that is leaning on the outside bath edge. We see Kinn's field of view change. It starts off blurry and only focused on himself but widens in scope to include Porsche.

All of these things show how Porsche is playing on his mind. Forcing him to reaffirm his place in the world and how detrimental that can be. People hurt for him. People can die for him. And for what?

Porsche takes offense to Kinn not putting him out there but Kinn never takes anyone with him who can't handle the stakes of being his guard. He is the main target. He is the source of all the danger. He appears to have the approach that people are disposable but he never truly treats people like that. Porsche is clearly ill equipped so Kinn steps in because no one else will.

We all had a good laugh about the gopher but it's a distraction technique. If he isn't diverting his own attention, he has to watch a man be beaten over and over for his betrayal. Kinn doesn't take joy from violence. It is necessary to maintain his position (I already said Kinn is neutral evil in his alignment) but he could just as happily do without.

Kinn had made his peace with his lot in life until Porsche came into it and is asking all of these questions and breathing life into previously dead emotions (empathy, kindness, protection). Don't get me wrong, Kinn isn't having an identity crisis, he knows who he is, but he is shaken up. His previously stable world is rocked. What Porsche represents is possibilities. Possibilities that there is more than this. A this that Kinn has never even considered.

So he finds himself seeking Porsche out. Having glimpses of this man who is a walking set of contradictions, who loathes him and thanks him. Verbally flips him off and dances with him. Takes him for a walk on the pier and annoys him but shares his deepest pain as if they'd always known each other. Porsche is enticing proof that we can all be more. We can all hide multitudes. He is a problem Kinn can't solve and that's what he's drawn to. Porsche confronts Kinn by his very existence.

I don't know about anyone else, but that would be hella attractive to me too.

Like...there are just so many levels to everything that I don't know if we can ever really untangle the multiple threads and streams you can read into the show.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #text #scheduled #me and my shower thoughts about kp

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heckthis-heckallofthis · 2 years

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Hi I was wondering do you have anymore headcanons for M!dendritic cell? He’s one of my favorites

Oh shoot i don't have much since i don't think about Main in the first place but:

I feel like he has a lot of options of clothing for when he's,, y'know, activated-

Look honestly, it's not a serious headcanon but i think him owning a strip club is hilarious

2 faced, he really doesn't even feel like the same person when he changes from the sweet and loving dendritic cell to the whip wielding, coat wearing freak (affectionate)

Loves hanging out and gossiping with the macrophages, maybe the girls heard some secrets while they were migrating?

Probably immortal, i am not taking criticism

Whenever he bakes too many cookies he hands them off to the Macrophages in the bone marrow

Him and our main macrophage have known each other for a long time, he has a photo of her when she was younger that he took (it's very blurry because he didn't have a steady hand to hold the heavy camera)

More of a general dendritic cells headcanon but albums are passed down from generation to generation, even if the cells in the photos aren't there anymore, they still help naive T cells gain motivation

Because main focuses more in education rather than lore of how the universe works, there isnt much we know about in main, so it's hard to make headcanons, but hey i still made it happen!

#ask #asks #quinn marie1213 #cells at work #hataraku saibou #hataraku saibō #dendritic cell

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moon-stars01 · 3 years

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Screaming Colors

Minghao x Reader

Author:chimout

Summary:She watches him as he obliviously paints an evening sky he has never seen, and decides that he is the most beautiful art she has ever seen.

Gene:blind Minghao,fluffy fluff,art student au,high school au,cute,photography

Rating:General Audiences

•Screaming Colors•

He is standing there, his eyes clouded over, unfocused gaze wavering through the air. His hands are in his pockets, his dog's tight leash wrapped firmly in his grasp, and she wonders how such a beautiful and stunning person could even manage to exist. Her heart thumps in her chest as her breathing stops short, and she watches as he reaches down to pet the dog, his eyes still skimming over the busy trail in front of him. And, as the scene traps her in a boundless vortex, her fingers reach for her camera, and snaps the moment into a single frame.

Her first shot of him was in art class; he sat two seats away, a dazed gaze always flitting off into some unbound space she could not comprehend. His focus never seemed to stay fixed, and she can still remember their teacher's desperate voice as they tried to gather his attention back towards the matter at hand. But his gaze continued to stray towards some unknown abyss, and she wondered what he was dreaming of, because his photography and graphic designs could never tell her so much. They were blurry and insignificant, earning him questionable grades, and she wondered why the boy was in such an advanced class in the first place. He never seemed to truly care about his subject; the matter was always a sort of point and shoot, and the lack of thought was maddening on her behalf.

She never toyed with the idea that he is, most probably, blind, until one day she saw him in the art room alone, his hands coated in dry paint, pools of liquid spilling onto the floor below as a canvas screaming with curious colours stood in awe in front of him. There were no brushes lying about; he had painted the masterpiece with his own two hands.

And his gaze was still aimed at the sky.

Her curiosity only grew steadily from then on. Quietly, she'd follow him, watching him from the corner of her eyes as he dipped his fingers into red and blue and yellow, and allowed his fingers to dance across white sheets as they painted the evening sky. And the more curious she becomes, the more her heart speeds at the mere sight of his breathtaking form.

She watches him as he turns towards the sound of her camera, the dog beside him merely panting in recognition as it barks softly at the scurrying squirrels around them, excitement splurging in vivid pace. He tilts his head in confusion, his eyebrows digging deeper into the bridge of his nose, the haunting blank stare now somehow focused on her. "Is anybody there?"

A small breath escapes her nose as she presses her lips together, unsure whether to reveal her ghostly presence. She stares at the camera in her hands, her fingers shyly skimming through past pictures she took of him; her mouth aches to share words with the model she has long admired.

"Hi," she whispers, and she is unsure if he could hear her until she sees his frown lessen. "Sorry for scaring you."

"Do I know you?" he asks, and her heart is thumping because she wishes he would somehow recognise her. But she barely speaks in class, and she has yet to hold a conversation with him, and she finds it impossible that he would somehow find familiarity in her voice unless—

"You feel familiar."

She freezes and swallows softly as he elicits an awkward laugh, his hand finding the back of his neck almost instinctively, and the dog beside him whimpers and the sudden tug. "Sorry, that may have sounded strange. I mean, it feels like we've met before."

That much is true; he is as much of a stranger as she is to him, despite the lingering watch she keeps on him. She ponders upon her words, trying to hide the stalkerish secret she keeps. "We haven't met before. . . but we do share a class."

"You're the one who keeps taking pictures of me!" She freezes, and she finds him grinning, a blush on his cheeks as his stare seemed to wander away from her figure and towards the nature around them. "I was wondering who my personal photographer was."

"I—I'm sorry—"

He blushes deeper, and the shade of red against his cheeks is the most beautiful shade she's ever seen. "It's alright. It's actually quite flattering. I'm Minghao. I don't think I've caught your name."

"Y/n," she replies instinctively, and her fingers ache to capture the smile he directs at her. "You're a really great artist, by the way." This time, her cheeks are the ones wearing crimson hues. "Your paintings—they're remarkable."

"I've never seen them for myself." He wears a coy smile, as though there is a joke that only he and he alone could understand. "As you can see, I'm blind."

She smiles shyly back, silently musing over his subtle pun. "Um, yeah. I didn't realise when I first noticed you."

He cocks an eyebrow. "My photographs weren't obvious clues? Either they somehow all came out really good, or you suck as a photographer."

A laughter escapes her before she could stop it, and she sees him smiling wider at the sound. "No, they were really horrible. I just thought—I don't know—that you maybe had a lack of interest in the arts."

"Art is my favourite subject, actually," he corrects, and leans down to pet his guide dog that has been obediently quiet ever since the chattering animals around them disappeared. "But I can't do anything with things I can't touch. Which is why painting is my favourite medium."

"Because your hands are your brushes," she realises, and he nods, his fingers dancing on his thighs. "You can feel where the colours go just by touching the canvas."

He laughs, and it sounds almost nervous and shy, as though this is the longest conversation he has held with a complete stranger. She doesn't blame him; her chest is aching by now, and her mind is still having trouble grasping at the fact the conversation is even reality. The whole scenario simply seems somehow surreal in both their eyes.

"Kind of. I can roughly imagine the image I'm painting, but I can't actually see the colours. I usually dip my hands in some paint and hope the colours come out alright. Usually, my friends would tease me because I'm painting the sky yellow and the sun black." His face is red as though the confession is a crime, and she is astounded by his obvious luck and talent as she remembers the first evening sky she ever saw him paint.

The question slips before she could even consider it: "What if I described the colours to you?"

He chuckles. "My friends have tried, trust me. They just go, 'Yellow is the sun, and black is dark.' Which is nice of them, but it doesn't help much, since I've never seen the sun and everything looks dark to me."

She laughs. "Well, they are right. The sun is yellow, and black is dark, but yellow is also the colour of warmth, that fuzzy feeling when you laugh so much your stomach hurts, when the world suddenly seems so bright. And then black is that feeling when you're really sad and everything just seem so out of reach, like you're falling into an abyss that you can't escape. It's the colour of depression."

"You're better at this than they are," he says, and she laughs again, and he smiles suddenly, his face glowing gold. "Your laughter sounds like yellow to me."

"Is that how'd you paint me?"

"A giant blob of yellow on a blank canvas," he agrees, chuckling softly in amusement as his dull irises sparkle in new life. "You could start helping me paint from now on."

"Yeah?"

"As long you stop taking pictures of me when I'm unaware," he compromises. "I swear those pictures must be really embarrassing."

"Actually, you look quite charming in them."

He smiles. "What colour am I, then?"

She ponders silently as she watches the white clouds float past, the butterflies in her stomach finally settling somewhere deep. "You're a multitude of colours, Minghao," she decides, and she could feel his smile stretching, her answer obviously pleasing him. "You're yellow and black and everything in between. You're screaming with colours."

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everafterkeiji · 3 years

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Summary: When Y/N, the photographer from Karasuno's newspaper club, finds a new view that she adores

Pairings: Tadashi Yamaguchi x fem! reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings/Genre: fem!reader, fluff

A/N: NFISND HOW TF DOES THIS MAN NOT EXIST- i love yamaguchi. thats it.

"That was such a good shot Y/N-chan! How do you do that? Can you teach me?" Hinata says, tugging your sleeve and you laugh as you continue to let him see your previous photos of him and the boys. A favor you've accepted from Yachi to help her with her poster for the boys volleyball team. You were no stranger to this team knowing Yamaguchi introduced you to them when you stumbled upon their practice.

Yamaguchi insisted that you practiced taking photos when they were training since you've complained about not being able to get stable photos from fast moving objects, always capturing blurry images instead of a photo that captured the essence of the moment. For months, you've improved without even knowing it. Finally joining the Karasuno newspaper club so you've got something to look forward to. You also took time to interview some of Yamaguchi's teammates to schedule your absence whenever they had a game.

But how come the boy hides whenever you insisted on taking his picture?

Surely, you were his best friend, even being in the same class as him and Tsukishima. You've met Tsukishima the day you couldn't be by his side when the bullies had the nerve to struck his confidence and ever since then Yamaguchi couldn't really leave the boys side and you went along with it, never feeling an ounce of jealousy with the two. You three grew up together, also finding a subtle communication with the blonde, even if it makes you wanna shave his hair.

"No Tsukishima, I didn't take your fucking headphones-"

"Um but you borrowed it the other day woman."

"Yes I did but I returned it to your desk before you had lunch."

"No you didn't dumbass then I probably wouldn't even be here with you right now huh?"

"I fucking returned it!"

"Then where the fuck is it Y/N!"

"Hey guys!" You both look up to Yamaguchi who had the headphones around his neck as he looks back and forth between you and Tsukishima. Y/N sighs realizing Yamaguchi grabbed the headphones from Tsukishimas desk and used it without the taller boy knowing. You stood next to Tsukishima, smacking his arm as he groans before snatching the item off of Yamaguchis neck.

"Do you not have anything to say to me?" Y/N teases as she looks up to him and Tsukishima sighs in defeat as Yamaguchi stood, confused at what you two were talking about.

"..sorry."

"What was that dino bitch?"

"I'M SORRY YOU SHIT HEAD."

So you've had doubts as to why he was so shy. He'd always push you away making sure you take pictures of Kageyama or Hinata instead of him and it frustrates you that you've got zero images of Yamaguchi playing. Although you've shared selfies together, it was different in the field he was in. You knew he'd get anxious when it came to serving especially in matches but why is that taking a picture of him was scarier?

You two were now stood at the roof of your house as you show him the difference between each angle and why was it important. With the afternoon sunset in front of you, you couldn't really help but capture its beauty, then smiling to yourself viewing the photo and seeing how all the gorgeous colors were peeking through, surely not even needing to enhance it. You show it to Yamaguchi and he smiles at the photo.

Once you were distracted by your previous shots flicking continuously, Yamaguchi takes the time to admire how the sunlight reflected on the prettiest girl he's ever seen. He loved how the colors displayed on your cheek looked like gracefully painted art on another masterpiece. He adored how your hair looked softer than usual. He especially loved the reflection that was on your eyes, nothing but the ethereal sunset.

In his eyes reflected the view he's loved since he was a kid, you.

"Do you remember when we were kids we used to think that we could chase the sunset cause it was near to us?" Y/N asks with a smile, her eyes still locked on the sky. She turns to him with the softest expression and Yamaguchi can feel the dryness of his mouth, unable to speak at what he thought.

"I remember we'd always push each other when one of us was nearer. Tsukishima even screamed for us to get back to him." Y/N laughs, Yamaguchi gives her a chuckle reminiscing on the memories. She leans closer to him and takes in his features.

How can they bully a boy whose yet to realize his beauty?

She wonders about the huge difference between the moment and the image. Right now, all she can feel was the urge to close the distance between them, just to be with him. The urge to just sneak in a photo without him knowing. Yet if this moment was to be captured, all you could see was friends, relaxing at the sight of the sun beaming down.

Both parties wished the moment would last, both at the realization of love silently blooming in their system.

You were once again in the Karasuno gym, yawning at how their practice still kept going. A week has passed and all you've been feeling is being unmotivated to do anything. The newspaper club had nothing on their hands and you don't even bring your camera anymore knowing there wasn't much to do anyway. You were just in the gym to wait up for Yamaguchi and Tsukishima but it was pass the time you told yourself to wait.

You grab your bag before letting out another yawn and standing up, scratching your eyes. You bid goodbye to Kiyoko and the team but they neglected it, focused on what they were doing. Yamaguchi notices you were about to leave so he goes to Daichi, telling him he was going to go home too. He says goodbye to Tsukishima, who didn't mind as he watches his best friend wholeheartedly chase the girl he loves.

"Y/N!" He shouts running after you, not even bothering to change with his bag barely holding onto his shoulder.

Do it.

I have to.

"Don't you think you're taking so long?" Tsukishima asks while he waited for Yamaguchi to finish up so they can walk to school. Yamaguchi zips up his bag and immediately walks to the taller boy, greeting him a good morning before they began to walk.

"Where's Y/N?" Yamaguchi shrugs, opening his phone to see if you texted but was met with none. Tadashi sighs as he hears a scoff from beside him. As they walk they pass by a colorful poster, Tsukishima takes a chance to read it then turning to Yamaguchi who was ahead of him.

"Take her." Tsukishima exclaims and Yamaguchi stops in his tracks, not knowing what he meant. Tsukishima adjusts his glasses before pointing to the poster, Yamaguchi following where he was pointed at and his cheeks were already tinted pink at the idea.

"Tsukki-"

"Your eyes are practically digging her to the ground. Don't think I haven't noticed, idiot. It's been years." Tsukishima says nonchalantly and Yamaguchi takes another glance at the poster. His hands grip the strap of his bag, and he takes a deep breath before speaking.

It's been years.

"I will."

"You're taking me where?" Y/N asks as Yamaguchi continues to drag the sleepy girl, holding her hand. Hand in hand, all he can think about is how to calm his screaming heart. He can see his younger self smiling down on him, knowing he finally had the confidence to hold her hand.

"Do you have your camera?" Yamaguchi asks, picking up the pace when he looked at the time on his phone.

"I don't, Yams- where are we going?" Y/N worried asks. It was 6:54 and you haven't eaten anything and you were sleepy too. It certainly didn't help when a boy suddenly drags you with him to a place you weren't even sure about the location.

"Please Y/N! I-I- just this once and I p-promise, it'll be quick!" Yamaguchi stutters as you two make a turn to be in a place full of crowded people. You suddenly stopped and Yamaguchi gently holds your hand once again, caressing it gently, the instinct to comfort you when he noticed the doubt in your eyes.

"Hey, we won't be lost. You got me."

He reassures, making butterflies swarm around you. He guides you to the crowd of endless muttering, looking back at you every once in a while. He sees the way your eyes wandered everywhere, the sight of curiosity on your e/c eyes. He lets a smile fall on his lips, feeling glee at the image of your expression when the festival starts. You'd grip on to his hands whenever you felt like it people were pushing you and he'd turn to a better place to sneak in to the front of the crowd.

When you look up you see lanterns lighting up the night sky. You let your hand drop from Yamaguchis, in awe at the scenery. Hundreds of lanterns covered the sky and soon everyone had their eyes on each lantern. Everything felt silent. You let the alluring lights take over your thoughts. Your heart was aching at the thought of Yamaguchi bringing you to a place like this.

He stands there, with two lanterns in his hand with your initials on each, his eyes landing on you.

How does she still stand out in a field of stars?

Yamaguchi goes to you, tapping you on the shoulder lightly as your eyes lock you can see your reflection with the floating lanterns behind you and his reflection doing the same to your eyes, both with the same thought:

My favorite view.

Yamaguchi hands you the lantern, and you thank him. He lights it for the both of you, and in sync you lift the lantern off of your hands, watching the lanterns swirl around each other like stars finding its soulmate.

"T-tadashi..this is everything. How?" You ask him, he faces you with a hand to the back of his neck and pink painted cheeks.

"I- I saw the poster on my way to school a-and you've been looking down for the past days, I thought this would make it better." He explains, and you nearly felt your knees weaken at his sweet gesture. You immediately wrap your arms around him, your head buried in his neck. It takes a second for him to respond but he wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer. Smiles on each faces, and hearts content.

"Thank you, Tadashi." You say softly and one hand leaves your waist to place it on your hair, caressing it with immense care.

"It's nothing, Y/N. C'mon let's take pictures." With his words ringing in your ears, your head quickly pulls away from his neck staring at him with wide eyes and he just chuckles to himself, also surprised he's gained the courage to finaly allowing you to take a photo of him.

You pull away from him with the biggest smile on your face, grabbing your phone from your bag, opening your camera and you immediately take a picture of the lanterns above. Yamaguchi just stares at you, grabbing his own phone taking a picture of you with his favorite smile and your eyes looking at the lights. He opens the image and his heart swells at the stunning girl that was in front of him.

No wonder she likes photography, I didn't know you can capture beauty twice.

Once Yamaguchi was busy staring at the new batch of lanterns, now covering the sky with multiple colors unlike before, you finally grabbed the opportunity to take a photo of him. You look back on it seeing his smile, the blues and reds of the lanterns bouncing off his eyes. You noticed how Yamaguchi was the only person that caught your eyes even if he was surrounded by hundreds of people, that alone makes you realize how bright your admiration was for him.

"Y/N- can we take a photo?" Yamaguchi shyly asks, and you nod at him while you take your place beside him, with his hand placed on your arm, not even bothering to think about how close you two were knowing if he did he was sure to faint. You extended your arm finding the best angle there was, befor smiling to the camera with the lanterns behind you. You didn't notice that Yamaguchi wasn't looking at the camera, but instead he was looking you.

While you two point excitedly at your favorite lanterns, time went by now you were walking home talking endlessly about the scenery you just went to. The streets were filled with your laughter and the moon guiding your way home.

You finally reached your house, but before he can say his goodbye your arms were around him once again. Funny how silent you two were, but with an embrace said hundreds of words you wanted to say.

You pull away from him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, stunning him leaving him stood frozen. Then his hands reach the surface of his cheek, a finger hovering over the skin you've kissed.

"Thanks, Tadashi."

"You're welcome Y/N."

As he leaves, the night lingers on you two. Two sleepless souls with not so quiet thoughts as Yamaguchi reaches over his phone, dialling your number pressing the device to his ear, the ringing of the phone coming to a stop when you voice comes in the scene.

"Y-yamaguchi?"

"Y/N..I had so much f-fun today." Yamaguchi states, making you hum in agreement. He bites his lip, unaware of his next move. He takes a deep sigh before choosing his next words carefully.

"C-can we meet up? I'm so sorry it's late but I just wanna say something to you in uh person.." He says and you stretch before sitting up from your bed grabbing your jacket and combing your hair.

"Give me the place."

You had earphones in when you walked to the location Yamaguchi told you to meet, walking mindlessly scrolling through the images you took with him. You couldn't help but blush at the photo when he held you close. You locked your phone, scared you were going to bump into someone. So when you tilt your head you were greeted by a Yamaguchi muttering to himself and repeatedly slapping his hand to his cheeks as if he was prepping himself. Your head tilts in confusion as he paces around in his sweats and acting as if he was talking to someone.

You remove your earphones, pausing the music and placing your phone and earphone inside your pocket. As you tried to walk to him to ask him what's got him so nervous, the words that leaves his mouth got you to stop thinking properly.

"Y/N- I l-like you? No no that sounds like a question! Damn it uh- I like you. S-since we were kids- is that too cliche? How am I gonna confess before she meets me-" He rants and your mouth was open, unsure if you heard it right. You watch as he turns to you, now both shocked at what was happening. Both wide eyed and silent. If Tsukishima were to see you two, he'd simply let out a laugh.

"Y/N-"

"Yamaguchi- is that t-true?" You ask him and he covers his face in his hands, hiding he's warm cheeks as you step closer to him. Your thoughts running in circles but your body moved before you even planned what to say. You were now in front of him as you pull his hands away with his head low.

"I-it is. I'm so sorry you had to hear it in that way b-but you've been with me since we were kids and I really can't find any other reason not to.. like you." He says and you also feel your cheeks heat up with his confession. You believed his words, your memories playing like a movie in your mind. You remembered the times your were blindly chasing the sunset, remembering how you met as kids, remembering his comfort when you were sad. How can you possibly not feel the same?

"I l-like you too, Yamaguchi."

He looks up at you to make sure you were being serious, then he sees the sincerity in your eyes and he smiles to himself before placing a peck to your forehead with his hands on your hair. You lean into his touch, your head on his chest and you let him wrap his arms around your body. The smile on your faces that night was something that'll never fade away.

"I'm your b-boyfriend now huh?" He asks jokingly and you chuckle before pulling away, hand to his cheek caressing it gently as Yamaguchi presses his cheek onto it more finding it so comforting and peaceful.

"Of course. How can I say no to that?"

BONUS:

"No PDA or I will beat your asses." Tsukishima says stubbornly as you two laugh. Yamaguchi wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lean your head on his shoulder.

Tsukishima rolls his eyes before speaking.

"I should've never shown you the damn poster."

#tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi fluff #yamaguchi imagine #haikyuu yamaguchi #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima hcs #tsukishima x you #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu sugawara #sugawara x y/n #kageyama x reader #kegayama tobio #hinata shouyou #hinata x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #nishinoya x reader

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aphrodite1288 · 3 years

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i think it's not weird at all that ks didn't acknowledge ji. possible theories include 1) he already knew ji was there, so wasn't all that surprised to see him, 2) there was literally a camera shoved in his face so he was focused on that. why would he excitedly greet somebody he's so used to seeing anyway? besides, the clip got cut short. we don't see what he did afterwards. maybe he did greet ji. also i think it's unreasonable to pinpoint ji by the man's body/legs since the camera is blurred.

Disclaimer : I'm gonna post this answer for the last time and if youre not gonna read everything til the end and come bark at the ask box with things K already talked about and y'all making me repeat myself it's annoying asf.

About not greeting!? hol can you read the rest of the post and answers before repeating same question I already answered without anyone asking? I clearly said that in the screenshots of my first and second posts abt this issue, R u sur u read til the end ? Coz I already said what u said 👌🏻:

The screenshots of my previous posts: ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

And in two pics below ⬇️: the camera isn't blurry around his legs. Even his ear and hair are not too blurred. And we can see it doesn't look like Ji's side profile coz his hair has a shape diffrent from Ji's and his skin is paler (not becoz of the lightening)this is a snow white pale person.

I clearly said it might be Ji it's just that since it's blurred it's a 50% 50% situation. We can't be 100% sure.

I myself am not 100% sure it's not him.

I'm saying this is 50% Ji and 50% NOT Ji.

So yeah sounds logical.

Why are y'all pressed?? We're just discussing opinions here and having different point of views Learn to be accepting of different opinions than the one you have.

I want him to be Ji so bad but I can't be 100% coz it's blurred how can you be a 1000% sure? Isn't it stoopid to be a 100% sure of something you can't see?

Here ⬇️ the legs are a little rounder and fuller. They're clear theyr not blurred. But again I'm not 100% sure.

I'm only saying this is 50% Not Jongin and I have another 50% that says IT'S Ji coz of the Nom shirt and the bouncy walk and the excited jumps he was giving. Also the staff said "Kai-nim".

From this side profile doesn't look like Ji to me but He can be Ji 🤷🏻‍♀️

It's a fifty fifty situation why are y'all a 100% sure?? At least have some doubt. The face is fucking blurred.

Conclusion:

It's a 50% Ji

And 50% Not Ji.

And I won't answer this question again. Coz I answered it for the fourth or fifth time now and yall don't even read the previous answers I post before coming to bark at the ask box.

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mikewheely · 5 years

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As season four is what we have to look forward to at this moment, everyone has already started waiting. But the Mileven stans, including me, are suddenly starting to get worried, quite surprisingly together, at the same time. The fear is spreading almost like an epidemic. So here I am, sharing my thoughts as well. The truth is, I AM TERRIFIED just like the rest of them. This story of Mike and El has been special since the first episode of the first season where the boys find her in the woods in that the rainy night. When the camera focuses on Mike and El's face with 'No Weapons' playing in the background, we were given the first major hint that this, this right here, is going to be the main love story in the series. That scene would never not send chills down my spine. We have seen Mike falling in love with El within a matter of few days. The line is so blurry between his just taking a random weird girl home and starting to develop feelings for her, it's actually difficult to point out when exactly he fell for her. Eleven also falls in love with him, except she didn't know what love was, or what was it like to fall in love with someone. We got lost within that innocence. Then, he lost her.

In the next season, we have seen a thirteen year old boy, in love quite seriously. Serious to the extent where he believed that she might still be out there, even though there was no such sign. And he was right. A boy who called her every single night even though he got no reply. She, on the other hand, taught herself to go to the void with the minimum amount of help from outside. She tortured herself just to see his image, that would vanish the moment she tries to touch it. Then finally, they found their way back to each other. But he had to let her go yet again, to fight against the evil. The lingering fear of losing her again started disturbing him. However, she came back, and we got a happy ending this time.

In the latest season, we saw their story started as a full fledged couple. They even went through a breakup. But one could still see how much they wanted and needed to be together. Even while being broken up, they couldn't stop showing how much they actually care for each other. They finally said I love you. And this season was everything we wanted. But she had to go away again.

What breaks my heart is all this fourteen year old boy has to deal with on a daily basis, more like every single second, is living with the fear of losing her and somehow always ends up actually losing her, one way or the other. This time he did not really lose her in the true sense of the word, but the distance is there which they both despise. But the fear that is killing us is what if one of them end up losing the other, and they don't get the happy ending they so deserve? Because they really deserve to live a normal, happy life with each other. They deserve a bright future as a couple. And I'm praying and hoping that the Duffers wouldn't let their story become a tragedy. I am okay with their recurrent pattern of separation and reunion, as long as it promises that they were pulled away from each other again and again only to find a way back to each other every single time. That they would have an amazing life together.

#stranger things #stranger things 3 #mileven #mike and eleven #mike and el #mike wheeler #eleven #el hopper #el #jane hopper #otp #ship #canon #finn wolfhard #millie bobby brown #netlfix #duffer brothers

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another-blog-bites-the-dust · 5 years

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Polaroids.

Summary: You're a photographer for the band and when you and John stay in at Ridge Farm instead of going out, something interesting develops.

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT (very poorly written) SMUT! Fingering, voyeurism (kinda?), swearing, this is kinda kinky, please do not read if you are under 18!

A/N: This was inspired by one of the greatest photoshoots Queen ever did (don't @ me...I mean just look at one of the photos in all its glory ⬇️ Roger's pants tho 😭😂😫) I'm also very bad/awful/terrible at smut but I tried my best 😅 Also, I wrote it with Deaky in mind because he needs more love and this is a little kinky- he deserves that too. Enjoy! 💖

John sent you a smile as a flash went off in his face while he and the boys were recording. "One more!" You begged and you snapped another photo of him on your Polaroid camera, instantly printing a photo. You shook it almost violently to develop it. "That's a good one," you smiled and John leaned down to look at it.

"Why do you always take two?" Roger laughed.

You shrugged a shoulder "The photos develop differently. I have a 35mm film in one camera and the Polaroid camera develops them pretty much instantaneously."

"Yeah but you never take two of anyone else, you always take two of Deaky..." Roger knowingly smirked and you glared at the drummer before looking at the bassist who had a small smile on his face as well as rosy cheeks.

"John is very...photogenic." You snapped a photo of the whole band. You had became the sort of official photographer for the band. You had known Freddie for many years since the two of you were neighbours. He used to always catch you taking photos and once he found out how good you actually were when you gave him a photo you snapped of his cats, he practically begged you to take as many photos of him and the band throughout their journey.

You were at Ridge Farm with them, the place was so small that you were stuck in the basement beside Deaky on a pull out sofa bed that pressed against the bottom of John's bed. You didn't mind, you loved spending time with John. He was always good company. He was incredibly sweet and always kind but had a devilish sense of humour and mind from time to time- but you liked that. It was difficult not to fall for him, you were utterly smitten with him and his long hair that went into ringlets whenever it got wet. You caught him just as he was coming in out of the rain one time, crashing right into you when you opened the door to let him in. "You got a hairdryer?" He asked after apologising at least a dozen times. You told him it was upstairs and he let out a sigh of relief "Thank you! You're amazing! If the guys saw me like this they'd laugh their heads off," he softly giggled before pecking your cheek and running upstairs. That was the day you realised that you'd fallen in love with him.

"Earth to Y/N!" Brian waved his hand in your face and you snapped out of your trance.

"Hmm?" You hummed and gently knitted your brows together.

"I said we're going to the pub down the road. Are you coming?"

You thought about for a second before shaking your head "No, I'm alright. Thanks though! I'm going to have a look through my pile of polaroids and see what ones to keep and bin the ones that are rubbish."

"So binning all the ones of Roger's face then?" John spoke up and you let out a laugh, Roger shot Deaky a very unimpressed glare. "I can stay with you so you aren't on your own for hours."

"Oh you don't have to do that," you bashfully smiled.

John waved his hand "That's alright, I don't mind." You smiled and looked down to your feet, thanking John for doing that before heading back to the room you shared with him to sort out your photos.

It was getting late, you were sprawled out on the uncomfortable sofa bed- constantly moving to get comfortable. The stairs down to the basement creaked and you glanced up seeing John resting against the wall and watching you with a smile. "Hey," you looked up and then back down at the photos "You not bored staying in with me yet?" You let out a snort of laughter.

"Bored of you? Never!" He incredulously exclaimed. "Hey Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You looked up again.

"What's a photographers favourite game?" He had a grin forming on his face.

"I don't know, John. What is a photographers favourite game?" He walked over to you and picked up your Polaroid camera, snapping a photo of you on the bed.

"Snap." You burst into a fit of giggles and John hung the camera around his neck before pulling out a pack of cards out of his jean pocket. "Want to play?" You nodded and the two of you headed upstairs where you'd have more space to play. You both lay on the floor of the living room, you and John swapped the camera back and fourth to take photos. You knew he loved photography too. He never told you, but the main reason he loved it so much was because of you. He saw how passionate you were about it and he loved that. He loved many things about you.

Including you.

"Snap!" You pulled a pile of cards towards you with a proud smirk "C'mon John! You're not even focused on playing!" Your eyes flickered up to him, he was looking at you. You snapped a photo of him and when it developed you smiled "I really like this one, think I'll put it in my photo album to keep it safe."

You were about to get up when John stopped you "I can do that, I'm going to get a drink from the kitchen anyway."

"You sure?" He nodded "Okay then, thanks. It's the blue book, it will either be on the righthand or lefthand side of my case." You shuffled the cards while he went to the kitchen to leave a beer out for himself before going down to the basement to grab your album.

John opened your case and his brow furrowed- there was a blue album and a black album. The bassist uttered the colours back and forward to himself, he forgot what colour you had said. On a whim he picked up the black album and opened it to put the photo inside. He hesitated when he noticed that inside weren't your typical photos. Some were black and white, some in colour. But all of them seemed to be of you.

He smiled seeing your happy face in the reflection of the mirror and flipped through the pages. He paused seeing a photo you had taken of your bare legs, he traced his fingers against the photo and then looked at the next page and his breath caught in his throat. You were wearing hardly anything in the next few photos, each photo taken at different angles of your lacy lingerie clad body. John swallowed hard and flipped the next page, almost groaning at the sight of you posing in the mirror, the photo was a little blurry but he could make out that you were lazily holding your unclasped bra on your chest.

"Where are you John?!"

John physically jumped and the album fell out of his hands. "C-coming!" He mentally snapped himself, probably not the best word to use when he was looking at increasingly explicit photos of you and becoming very turned on. The photos were spread out all over the floor and he tried to frantically pick them all up.

"What the hell are you-" you went down the stairs to the basement, the Polaroid camera hanging off your neck, and stopped when you got to the bottom of the staircase "-doing...?" You shut your eyes "Blue album, John! BLUE!" You crouched down and picked up some of the photos off the floor and snatching the ones that John had in his hand.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" He stuttered out and kept trying to help but you were too quick for him. You huffed as you tried to neatly place the photos back in the black album. John found one by his bed. It was a black and white one of you on the bed with stockings that came to your thigh and a very skimpy pair of underwear with a garter belt attached that was holding your stockings up. "Do you take these all yourself?" He asked in a low tone.

You glanced over your shoulder at him "Yes."

"These...these are art." He whispered loud enough for you to just hear him. The tone of his voice told you that he meant every word. That they were more than just photos- they were masterpieces.

You turned around completely to him, he was still holding the Polaroid picture in his hand "Really?" John nodded and stretched out his arm to hand you the photo back. You looked at the photo before looking at him intently. You gently pushed the photo back to him and then took off the camera before handing it to him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, swallowing hard.

"Do you like me, John?" You bit down on your lip.

John let out a string of 'i's before uttering out a yes. "Yes, I do like you."

"More than a friend?" You looked at him with hopeful eyes "I like you more than as a friend."

If John wasn't taken aback already, he really was now. "I like you more than a friend too...a lot more."

A moment of silence filled the tiny space that was the basement. "Take photos of me, John." He blinked as a response so you gently wrapped his hands around the camera and placed his finger on top of the shutter button and gently pressed down on his finger with your own. You then pressed your lips to John's and he let out a faint hum before you pulled back. He finally managed to take a few, letting the developing images fall to the floor. He continued to take photos as you slowly took off your top, hesitating for a moment seeing you standing in front of him with nothing but your jeans and bra on. "Keep taking photos," you murmured against his lips and pushed him down on to the bed. He propped himself up with his elbows and snapped another photo of you undoing your jeans.

John had never been so hard in his life, it was becoming a strain to still have his trousers on. You slipped out your jeans and John took another photo before taking a moment to appreciate and admire the view. "God, you're beautiful," his words were just as strained as his trousers. You bashfully looked away and John managed to get another photo.

You sauntered over to him and crawled on top of him, John unintentionally hit the shutter button too many times out of sheer excitement so a trail of photos came out one after the other of you climbing over him. You undid your bra and let the straps fall to the crook of your elbows. John took another photo before going to put down the camera. You reached out and stopped him "Take as many as you want." He took another one just after you had removed your bra and bit down on his lip hard, tensing a little feeling you straddling him.

"Fuck," he breathily moaned and snapped another photo before leaning up and wildly kissing you. You let out a small squeak when his mouth crashed against yours. He wasn't messing about. He brushed his tongue against your lips and your lips parted just enough to let him slip his tongue into your mouth. He ran his fingers through your hair and you did the same to his. You gently bit his lip and he lowly growled, leaving a trail of kisses from your mouth to your jaw and then your breasts. He used the very tip of his tongue to teasingly play with your nipple.

"Oh god Deaky!" Your back arched and your head fell back with pleasure. He pulled back to remove his shirt and then nervously fumbled with his belt. You took over and he watched your fingers quickly make light work of getting rid of his belt and trousers. He snapped another photo of you hovering over him. You peppered kisses on his thighs and he softly moaned, his fingers were laced in your hair. You sneakily ran your tongue against his cock which was still hidden by his boxers. John let it a faint hiss feeling the hot, wet contact against him.

John loudly groaned "Keep doing that I'm not going to last long," he let out a breathy laugh. You sat up and rubbed your nose against his before gently kissing him, his hand rested on your neck.

"We have all night," you winked "And all the days after that..." you lay down with your back against the bed and he hovered over you. "But right now, John. I need you." You clawed at him with your fingernails "Please," you begged "Take photos of me and fuck me."

John didn't need to be told twice. He peeled off his boxers, letting out a faint sigh of relief now that he was finally free. John took another photo of you sprawled out on the bed before placing down the camera and setting it to an automatic timer to go off every so often. His fingers traced over the edge of your underwear before they brushed against your wet clit. You let out a scratchy moan and John applied more pressure, driving you both wild. He knew he managed to get a photo of the dazed smile on your face just as he began rubbing you through your underwear. He hooked his fingers either side of your underwear and pulled them off you. John then began kissing up your legs before parting them a little to kiss your inner thighs, eventually moving his mouth to your soaking wet heat. Your fingers tightly gripped onto his long hair, twitching ever so slightly feeling him run the length of his tongue across your slit.

"Can you do that thing you do when you're about to strum the bass strings?" You begged, breathing heavily. You were a little shy about it, but god it turned you on watching him play and then he'd suddenly lick two fingers before plucking away at the strings again. It drove you to the point of insanity. You were jealous of a fucking bass guitar most days. He devilishly smirked and licked his two fingers before slipping them in, you gasped feeling the contrast of his cool saliva on his fingers in your wet heat. John cockily grinned and began gently pumping while his tongue frantically moved against your clit. He heard you let out a wail of a groan and couldn't wait to see that photo of your face. He could just picture it now- your eyes shut with your head sunk into the pillow with a look of ecstasy on your face. He slowed down a little and then went a bit faster, he continuously did this for a few minutes. "You are such a tease, Deacon..." you panted.

John sat up and caught his breath a little, he then slipped on a condom that he had taken from Rogers- not so secret- stash. "Are you ready?" He asked and you nodded, gently holding onto his shoulders, his long hair brushing against your skin added a faint tickling sensation to the mix- it put your emotions into overdrive. "O-oh god," he cried out and you let out a growl under your breath feeling him inside you. "You're so bloody tight! Holy fuck!" He hissed in pleasure.

You griped on to his arms and looked into his eyes as he began to slowly move his hips. "J-John," you breathed out his name, a wave of sheer pleasure rushed through your body. "I've wanted you for so long," you admitted, delicately brushing your fingers over his cheek and jaw.

John pressed a chaste kiss to your fingertips "Me too," his face was close to yours. He rubbed his nose against your own "You look so beautiful right now," he kissed you "And always." He kissed you again and again, each time he did he thrusted a little bit harder into you- it was like he was trying to permanently pin you to the mattress with his hips. You moaned against his lips, breaking apart ever so slightly.

"J-J-John," you moaned into his mouth just as the camera went off again. "Oh right...right there," you mewed and began kissing his jaw and neck. He let out a high pitched groan when your lips pressed against his sweet spot. He was almost completely and utterly pushed over the edge when you nipped at his skin and then licked over the dull ache with your tongue. You pulled back and looked into his eyes as he thrusted his hips quicker and harder than before, his movements faltered a little when he felt himself getting close. "It's okay, John," you moaned out every word "I'm almost there too," He hummed before letting out a loud moan and you pressed your lips to his, both of you sloppily and filthily kissing each other as you came which was enough to set John off. He could hear the camera snap and he got off the top of you, the pair of you gasping for air like it was going out of fashion. He wanted to see that photo, the one that was perfectly timed with your orgasm. Your face in that photo would put all the works of art in the world to shame. That sinfully, heavenly look captured forever.

John turned to you and cupped your cheek "That was amazing," he dreamily sighed and tiredly kissed you. "Would you like a cup of tea?" He asked and you giggled. He was always so thoughtful and considerate.

"I'd love a cup," you smiled and ran a hand through his hair. John stood up and pulled on his boxers before handing you one of his t-shirts and your underwear. You put them on while he made the tea and then began to collect up all the Polaroids that were all over the room. He had taken at least a hundred. Your Polaroid could manage to hold 105 at a time and always had a mix of coloured and black and white film. John came back with a tray of tea, he found you on the bed going through some of the photographs. He placed the tray down on the bedside cabinet and joined you in bed. "I like this one," you smirked and showed John a picture of himself moaning mid-picture.

"I really like this one," he showed you a photo of yourself with your neck arching and your face contorted with pleasure with a little bit of your chest in the frame too.

"It's yours," you winked and pecked his lips. You picked up another one and felt your heart flutter. "I love this one." John looked over to the photo, a picture of the two of you lovingly looking into each other's eyes with soft smiles on your faces. He bashfully smiled and kissed your cheek before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him, you ended up on his lap. "Almost as much as I love you..." you quietly admitted looking at John.

He blinked, his surprise soon melting away into a loving gaze "I love you..." he placed his fingers under your chin and softly kissed you. You both pulled away with smiles on your faces and continued to look at the photos from your intimate photoshoot. "All these photos are really good, more like art than porn," he said and a lightbulb went off in your head. You knew you had to do something different on your next photoshoot with the band.

"This has given me a great idea!"

John smugly smirked "Glad to know sex with me is so stimulating and inspiring," you playfully glared at him and nudged his arm. "So what's the idea?"

•••

"When you said 'Queen bares all' I thought you meant like...emotionally or something," Brian uttered "But you want us to do what?"

"You heard me Bri," you smirked setting up your camera "Strip off down to your underwear." You looked at John with a burning gaze "All of you." You saw the bassist nervously bite down in his lip, a grin slowly forming on his face as he was reminded of taking photos of your bare body and fucking you and caressing every curve with his hands. Which was more or less a daily occurrence over the past month.

John knew the rest of the band were oblivious to what you both got up to behind closed doors.

They all hesitantly managed to strip off in front of you, Deaky was quite comfortable however. It was only you in the room with them and it physically pained John not to run over and grab you, take you away to have his way with you and tell you how much he adores the socks off of you. You placed your camera around your neck and tried to get them into position. "Roger!" You snapped "I told you white or black!"

"I didn't know you were talking about underwear!" He yelped "They are kinda black and white in bits anyway!" He tried to defend his choice of flamboyant boxers. You rolled your eyes and grabbed him, positioning him in place and giving him a sceptre then positioning Brian and Freddie.

"You're beside Rog for this one," you said to John.

"Wish I was beside you wearing this, just us...a camera..." he said in a low tone just so you could hear him. You placed him beside Roger, the drummer noticed you getting all flustered.

"What's the matter Y/N? Too much flesh?" He smirked and you glared at him.

"No smiling! Look serious!" Although Roger did the complete opposite of what you asked when you took the photo. It still looked good however, especially the look Deaky was sending you down the lens. 'Smug bastard' you thought and tried not to smirk too much. "Alright a few more and then I'll let you put your clothes back on." You could hear Brian sigh with relief.

After taking the last photo you let the boys change "So Y/N," Freddie spoke up "How did you get the inspiration for this particular shoot?"

Your eyes darted to John for a split second and you noticed the nervous look on his face before you returned your attention to Freddie. "Um what inspired me? Uh..." you looked to Deaky again and softly smiled "Art." You said. John swallowed hard and tried not to let his poker face falter. He was your inspiration, you were calling him and the photos you took together art. "Yes! Art!" You said again "Inspired by one of the most beautiful pieces of art in the world..." John looked to his feet with a wide grin on his face.

The boys hummed, sounding slightly unconvinced but you didn't really notice. They left the room to grab their coats and things- John made an excuse about his own camera in order to stay behind to be with you.

"So," Roger clapped his hands together when the three of them were out of yours and John's earshot. "When are we going to tell them we know they're together because we heard them going at it?"

"And when are we going to tell them we found that photo..." Freddie smirked and the pair of them looked at Brian for reasonable advice.

"Let them have their moment for now. Who knows what will...develop!" Brian laughed at his own joke while Roger and Freddie sent him a deadpanned glare.

"I think we should tell them," John said as his lips found yours again. His fingers played with the ends of your hair.

"I think they already know," you sighed with a small smile on your face, John raised a brow, silently questioning what you meant. "Saw Roger ogling over a photo of you on top of me. He must have been sneaking around in the basement. Although, I think he was more interested in my nipple than anything else." John narrowed his eyes and was about to run out the door and tackle Roger before you pulled him back. "It's alright, Deaky!" You laughed and soothingly stroked his hair "You'll always get the best Polaroids..."

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kurlyfryz · 5 years

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Okay um

We've all overshared something to a stranger right?

This is a very long post, so I'll put the short version here:

I saw something cinematic of a guy running through a forest, years later found The Green Man on wikipedia, experienced something different with the same guy, then accidentally overshared my paranoia about the whole thing.

The long version:

A couple of years ago, I was sleeping on a school night and then it was morning. My alarm woke me up, and you know those few minutes or seconds before you actually get out of your bed where you're lying down but not close to asleep?

I closed my eyes and. Uh, saw.. An incredibly cinematic.. Experience? Of something dressed up in green leafy clothes and helmet, and they were running through a forest (Like ninja style?? Or something?). The "camera" was never positioned in a way that I could see the front of it's face without it being blurry, but I could see the sides really clearly and a general shape of the helmet.

The experience ended and I always keep a notebook nearby so I tried to draw it but couldn't find a pencil fast enough to keep it fresh in my mind when I started.

Some years later, I was researching mythological creatures from certain areas for a story on wikipedia. I think you know where this is going..

I found this guy on Wikipedia and he looks exactly like the guy I saw

The next bit might have just been my paranoid brain because this happened after finding them, but it still didn't feel.. Natural? Is that the right word?

Uh, so I was planning out my story's general map in my head and trying to see how everything would work together. I "generated" (if you can call it that) my world and tried walking through it (also if I might mention, I've previously tried walking through 3D spaces in my head in different places, but you always have to focus really hard on it). Found myself first in the cafe where a lot of meetups happen, for some reason wearing a cape. I look around and see everything where it's supposed to be, including the characters. I walk outside to see how the town's layout looked from the ground. Once I was done, I walked through a section of woods that a character goes through to get somewhere. I had probably been focusing for 30-40 minutes (couldn't tell really but that's what it felt like) so I might have been imagining my thoughts at the moment, but as I was walking through I got pulled up (I suspect by the cape but I couldn't tell since I couldn't exactly feel the world, just walk around and look at it) into a tree, waited, and found myself sitting at the top looking at some part of the town's lights (Lots of colors but mainly red and green so maybe it was a christmas party?) with the guy sitting across from me. Neither of us spoke, just a gentle sort of reassurance that they wouldn't hurt me (?? Not sure how?) and we just sort of looked into the lights.. After maybe 5 minutes they grabbed me and dropped me down back where I was but after that I couldn't focus hard enough to continue so I stopped trying..

A little while after (don't remember if it was the day after or not) my art teacher assigned a bit of work where we had to use every color of the rainbow somewhere in a drawing, so I drew the second experience (but made some of the stuff up so I could pass, for example, it was night when I was walking but I drew a sunset because of the yellows and oranges). A while after that, I started overthinking about these experiences and my anxiety kicked in, so I felt like I needed to vent, and for some reason I sat at a different table at lunch that day. A kid sat next to me, tried to make a conversation with me, and I may have... Accidentally told them about all of this.

I'll eventually reblog this with pictures of those drawings I tried to make years ago, and maybe an animatic of what I saw the first time?

This won't be the last time you hear of the green man on this blog, so this is just a post explaining why I might reference him in one.

#the green man

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smhtaehyung · 6 years

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don't look 》 chapter 1/9

Pairing 》 taehyung x reader

Genre 》 angst, smut, fluff, romance, alcohol abuse, domestic violence, saxophonist!tae, jazzsinger!reader,

Word count 》 2.8k

• chapter 1 》 Saxophone boy that takes pretty photos

Love can be abusive. Only when people abuse it, so in that way only people can be abusive to such an unexplained feeling. People are abusive and toxic in many ways. They all have their lives, so in that way life can be abusive too. But there's always that happy land where shadows cannot enter. Where there is no abuse. And misery feels joyful when you're one of the lucky ones to know that your happy land is existent on earth. Only a jazz club to some, but it has always been a place you called home. It is a home.

You stared through the window, your feet cold as you got caught up observing the rainy night for a few long minutes.

"Y/N! Where did I put my money for poker yesterday?!" Your boyfriend sounded half drunk already which unfortunately wasn't a surprise to you anymore. You got up and walked closer to him. "Maybe you shouldn't spend-" You tried speaking but he pushed you to the side, making you fall down.

"I didn't ask for advice." He slurred, putting his jacket on. You got up from the floor and turned your back to him, knowing he hates that. "Don't do that!" Ji Sung shouted and grabbed you by your already bruised arm. You shouted in shrieking pain when he began twisting it, making it worse. You tried pushing him away, not successfully.

Once again, you were terrified. He spat some insults your way, getting more creative each day. He finally let go of your arm, making your knees buckle with fear and relief at the same time. He found his money a couple of minutes later and left your shared apartment, shutting the door hard that it made you jump.

Always weaker, you thought. But then you wiped your tears, straighten your back and put on your jazz clothes. A dark blue dress and old fashioned heels your mother left for you after she passed away.

Every time Ji Sung would finally leave you would put your jazz clothes on and listened to your favourite jazz artists over the gramophone, getting into the vintage feeling before performing. You loved getting into character imagining you were alive during 1950s, imagination being your only mental escape from abuse. You performed every night at your "home". Your favourite jazz club.

It's a well known, popular jazz club in Seoul that is filled with people who have old souls. Sometimes even old people with still young souls, remembering their youth. You noticed it wasn't raining anymore, so you didn't have to look for your umbrella before leaving. You left the building and walked to the club. It was a 20 minute walk. A happy walk.

"They're all excited for you to perform today." The bartender Jun ho said with a smile. He was talking about a special schedule tonight, leaning against the door of your small backstage dressing room.

It was a night for elders by the special program the club had for them to all gather and slowly dance their way to their very own romantic jazz land every second Wednesday.

"I can't wait to perform for them again." You smiled and got up, fixing your hair. "Enjoy this night Y/N." Jun ho said before he left and you nodded. After a few minutes you were ready to get on that small stage with dimmed lights that had a special place in your heart since you were 14. You saw the band and nodded to them before you got out, complementing their performance. You heard clapping and when you walked to the centre of the stage, you saw genuine smiles on those elderly faces.

Some were very familiar, some new. Either way, everyone in the room was young in their own way.

You started your performance with 'I'll Be Seeing You' by Billie Holiday, your favorite jazz icon ever since people started comparing the similarities in yours and her voice.

You put all your feelings into the song, forgetting about everything else outside that room. You were smiling and looking at the dance floor where all the old beautiful couples slowly danced with grace, as you hoped that one day you could dance with someone like that, in decades ahead. Everyone in the room was so full of life, all the old souls that went through many healthy, painful and unique years of their lives.

Then that moment of feeling life itself continued dfferently when you noticed only one other physically young person with the most innocent and seemingly fragile face there was.

He was watching you perform, sitting down at the bar on the bar stool. You knew that you have never seen him before. There was a camera around his neck. Few moments later he finished his drink and got up, as he started to take photos.

You noticed the smile on his face when he was taking these photos in the seemingly artistic angles. He took photos of the stage, the lights

and me.

You performed for 5 more songs and noticed this young man look at you throughout the whole performance. You finished the last song and walked down the small staircase off the small stage. The band continued playing some other songs on the program.

You walked to the bar and told Jun Ho you want coke as usual. You sat next to this boy with an innocent face. He was looking at his camera, through the photos. "Have you captured any good ones?" You asked, resting your head on your palm, trying to start a conversation. "I like this one the best." He said as he stared into your eyes that somehow made your heart jump. He showed you a photo of yourself, where you looked really passionate about one of the songs you were performing. The camera was only focused on you and a small area around you, as the couples dancing seemed almost blurry. You looked at him and smiled.

"I like your voice." He smiled back. "Thank you." You tried not to blush. You heard compliments like that all the time, but hearing it from this boy, made blood rush to your cheeks. "How come I've never seen you around here before?" You asked. "I just got a gig here." He answered.

"Taking photos?"

"Oh, no no no. I play the saxophone." He chuckled as he pointed to the black saxophone case he had next to him on the bar counter. "Taking photos is just a hobby." He added. You both caught eye contact that seemed as deep as the first one. "Get ready." Jun ho said to him, making him look away to his saxophone case. He nodded and opened the case where his saxophone was. It was amazingly polished and clean, it seemed like it was the shiniest thing you have ever seen in your life.

He adjusted it onto himself and practised his finger placement while he remained calm, looking at the band to finish their song. At one point he randomly smiled as the red light reflected onto his face. And he just stood there. When the band finished the song it was his time to walk on the stage.

"Don't go anywhere, okay?" He said with a smirk before he started walking towards the stage. "I won't." You smiled. He turned around and started walking as he proudly carried his shiny saxophone.

"Is he any good?" You curiously asked about his playing skills, turning to Jun ho who was standing behind the bar counter. "He's a great one." He smiled and continued cleaning the counter. You turned around and saw him on stage.

He looked so harmless and peaceful. You just got that feeling from him. The feeling he shines through. You just didn't know how he can make you smile by just existing, being here, that soon. It drove a sudden urge to get to know him. He began playing the saxophone so softly, closing his eyes. He played a solo the first 30 seconds and after that the band joined, adding the rythm and other melodies that were completing the slow song. The way he played was different. You had seen a lot of people playing saxophone here and they always seemed so cheerful and incredibly casual. But he seemed different. He enjoyed every second. He had his eyes closed and it didn't seem casual at all. It felt very real.

Every second of it made you smile. Even if it was 30 seconds you would've felt the same way about hearing him play, yet you're lucky to hear 5 songs. He came off the stage and these people loved him. And you completely understand why they felt the music and their youth through him and his playing.

"You are amazing." You said when he sat down next to you. He carefully put his saxophone back in his case. "Really? Thank you." He said in a very surprised voice.

"You shouldn't be surprised." You said which made him smile. Jun ho gave him payment for his first gig. "Thank you." He said. "It's well earned. They love you. If you need a full time performing job we can hire you here." Jun ho asked

"Are you here performing every night?" He turned to you and asked with a smile.

"Yes." You said. The attention he gave you made you smile.

"Then I'll accept the offer." He said and shook Jun ho's hand. "Great choice." Jun ho said and left to already get the contract so the business is out of the way, leaving just jazz.

"Am I one of the reasons you are taking this offer?" You got the courage to ask, with a smile.

"Mostly, yes." He said

"I mean, this is also a great place to take photos." You added. "Even better." He said which made you giggle.

You heard rain pour outside. Even a better reason to stay here with this new innocent saxophone boy.

After he signed the employment contract that Jun Ho gave him, he turned to you and smiled. "You made a great choice Taehyung. I'm sure you will love it here." Jun Ho shook his hand but quickly went to the new table with two guests.

"So, your name is Taehyung." you smiled, finally attaching his face to a name. He looked confused. "I didn't say my name?"

"No." You chuckled.

"I'm pretty sure I didn't say mine too." You both laughed. He stood up, pretending to meet you for the first time. "Hello." He said and bowed a little.

"Hello." I chuckled, playing along. He sat back down. "My name is Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. What is your name?" He politely asked

"Y/N." You giggled. "Nice to meet you." He said in a very random and silly tone which made you laugh out loud. Then he looked at you again with a smile as you shyly looked down. When Jun Ho came back to the bar, Taehyung and you both ordered Coke.

And you continued talking for a while. It felt so relaxing, so you basically forgot about everything else. It was only jazz, Taehyung and rain that was still pouring outside. You got extremely comfortable and talked even more.

"Really? How long have you been working here?" He asked you continuing our conversation. "Since I was 14." You said.

"Woow. It must feel like another home, right?" He sounded surprised.

"They're like a family to me." you nodded.

A habit of yours kicked in when you panickly checked the clock that was right above the table on the corner of the left wall. It was almost 11 PM.

It was a bad paranoia habit, you thought. You would check the time so you’d come home before Ji Sung. But tonight you were safe. Today he was going to stay out til tomorrow morning at least. You sighed in relief when you realised there was no need to worry.

"Is everything okay?" Taehyung noticed.

"Yes." You forced a smile, which he had probably noticed.

You switched the topic by continuing to talk and had moments when you both would burst out laughing.

Then you noticed one elderly couple looked at the two of you from their table and smiled, as their looks told so many stories.

The one you loved to imagine the most was the thought that they saw themselves as young people, couple, regardless of them knowing if Taehyung is your other half or not.

"I guess they noticed us." You chuckled and when he turned his head he noticed them too. "Maybe they see a part of themselves in us." He looked at you and back at them again. Incredible.

"I was just thinking about that." You smiled.

The band started playing a new uplifting song that had these couples on their feet again, including this couple. "I love this song!" You said as soon as you heard the first few seconds of it.

"Let's dance." He said in the exciting tone and stood up. He offered you to hold his hand. You hesitated for a little bit until you looked at him again and joined his hand with yours.

You quickly walked to the dance floor behind him, holding his hand. In one destructive moment, your mind drifted off to a prayer that Taehyung wouldn't accidentally touch your bruises when you two would dance. You didn't want to feel any pain or a reminder of it.

You started dancing as you held onto his hand. He swirled you in the rhythm of the song. He held you hand so softly like he didn't want to hurt me, even by just dancing. Who knows, maybe he does see you as this soft, untouched creature that has never been through any damage. That was the way he looked at you, and held you. After 3 songs you both were already out of breath. Then the ballad song came on.

He gave you this unsure look, like it was his way of asking permission which resulted you to smile and get closer to him. You slowly moved to the rhythm as you got lost together in the crowd of dancing couples.

They were all smiling at the two of you and the shy way Taehyung held your waist, still keeping some distance.

You closed your eyes and moved closer, resting your head on his chest, which made him giggle as you felt vibrations coming through his chest. And that lovely heartbeat of his that made you ask yourself if was it possible to adore someone this fast.

"I wish my eyes could take photos." He said.

"Sometimes I wish the same." You agreed.

"What moment would you capture?" You added a question.

"Right now." He said. You smiled for one long second. "What about now?" You asked a second later.

"That too." He said as you continued dancing.

"You would need a lot of storage." You commented which made him chuckle.

***

The club closed at exactly 12:00 AM and all the elders were slowly on their way home. The rain wasn't falling as bad anymore. You put on your grey coat with Taehyung next to you, who was doing the same.

“Y/N, before you leave, go show Taehyung his backstage room." Jun Ho kindly asked, tossing the key to unlock the room. You nodded and turned to Taehyung.

"I get a dressing room?" Taehyung asked in a very surprised tone. "Yes. Don't get too happy, it's quite small." You giggled. "Take your saxophone and camera, you can put it there so maybe you don't have to carry it home." You suggested. "Yes. That sounds great." He nodded.

You walked past the stage with Taehyung to the left side through a small hallway that had two opposite rooms, one of them being yours. "Does everyone who work here get a dressing room?" He asked

"Yes. Well we're usually a small family, so on that right side of the stage are three rooms, one is a bit bigger for the band and the other is for their main singer. On that side one is currently empty in case someone new comes." You pointed in the direction towards the other side of the stage.

"Like I came." He said and you nodded. "Why aren't I there then if-" He tried to ask but you cut him off.

Getting him the room opposite yours was just your way to keep him closer, because you sure didn’t want to lie to yourself that that wasn’t the case.

"Well this room is empty too." You pointed towards the opposite side of your dressing room, playing with the key between your fingers. "I see it. You want me closer." He smirked.

"Shut up." You giggled and prayed you wouldn’t blush like some teenage girl. You opened the door and showed him the dressing room. It was very much like yours, only emptier, because it lacked the decoration you had in yours for years.

He put the saxophone on the small couch and the camera on the table that was pressed against the mirror. "It looks nice." He said looking at empty coathangers that were dangling on the silver bar in the left corner. You felt happy he was pleased.

After that, you two went out as you handed him the key which he gently put in his pocket.

You got back to Jun Ho, getting ready to leave. "Goodnight." Taehyung and you both said. "Goodnight." He said back with the smile, cleaning some of the tables left.

The coldness made you flinch once you stepped outside. You smiled and started walking in your direction.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked, standing still some steps behind you. "Yes." You smiled and looked at him.

"Goodnight." He said a bit louder as you continued walking. "Thank you for making me feel great tonight." You quietly said, not expecting him to hear.

"No problem." He said, which made you look at him again and shake your head, not being able to stop smiling.

He finally started walking in opposite direction to his home. The thought of this night was going through your head the entire way home. You were smiling, which was unusual itself, knowing to what and who you were headed to.

I hope he's not home, you thought.

PART 2

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