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crowdvscritic · 9 months

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round up // JULY 23

Spies! Josh Hartnett! Perfect 10s! They all made multiple appearances in July. This summer has churned out one of the best crop of blockbusters in years, and even though this Round Up is a bit shorter than usual, it’s a stacked lineup. Whether you’re looking for big thrills, big emotion, or big art, July had it all.

July Crowd-Pleasers

1. Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One (2023)

A redux of the 1996 original Mission: Impossible in all the best ways. Whatever you think of Tom Cruise, you can’t deny his commitment to the audience experience. Crowd: 10/10 // Critic: 9/10

2. Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre (2023)

This is the kind of movie that you can tell within in three minutes isn’t totally working but it’s hard to tell why. It looks pretty good! There’s loads of style! Jason Statham is one of the best action leads in the biz! Every actor is doing something fun! (Especially Josh Hartnett, validating my major crush in his Pearl Harbor days.) But not a single character has an arc, and we should’ve opened on an action sequence introducing our heroes and villains so we don’t need so much dialogue to explain our characters or the inciting incident. But you know what? Call the butcher because I love a good ham! I had a great time with this cast doing the Guy Ritchie thing, which means I am gonna watch this so hard again on cable.

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3. Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift (2023)

My attempt to swing last-minute tickets to the Eras Tour in Denver for less than $1000 was a no-go, but the treats that are “When Emma Falls in Love,” “Timeless,” and a Taylor Lautner music video cameo softened that blow. The article “The Unprecedented Weirdness of Taylor Swift” in The Washington Post captures some of the unique joys of her re-recordings.

4. Barbie (2023)

Is Barbie an instant classic? Perhaps it’s too of-this-moment for that kind of longevity, but it’s a comedy that made me laugh so hard I cried and also just that made me cry, which I don’t remember ever happening to me within a single movie before. Read my full review for ZekeFilm, and then be sure to listen to the soundtrack after seeing the movie. Dua Lipa, Charli XCX, Tame Impala, Haim, Billie Eilish, and Ryan Gosling(!!) made some bangers! Crowd: 10/10 // Critic: 9/10

5. Do You Like Apples Podcast

I’ve recommended the Do You Like Apples newsletter, and now I’m recommending Billy Rock and Drew Wendt’s new accompanying podcast. I may be biased since they invited me to join their Barbie discussion, but because I like filling my earbuds with thoughts on Wes Anderson’s oeuvre and the best of Harrison Ford’s career, I’m a regular listener beyond our collab. Listen to our discussion of Barbie and then browse through their rapidly growing feed about the world of movies.

More July Crowd-Pleasers: Airport (1970), Book Club: The Next Chapter (2023), Zoey 102 (2023)

July Critic Picks

1. The China Syndrome (1979)

Another ‘70s conspiracy thriller FTW! Jane Fonda, Michael Douglas, and Jack Lemmon are getting suspicious at a nuclear power plant, and their investigation lands on my lists of favorite journalism films and movies that have made me cry. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10

2. BlackBerry (2023)

Product-inspired films are still rocking and rolling in 2023, and BlackBerry is one of the best. It owes a lot to The Social Network, but it learned all the right lessons. I would love to see this cast in conversation for Oscars this winter, but until then, the rage-at-the-corporate-machine soundtrack is keeping me going. Crowd: 8/9 // Critic: 9/10

3. Oppenheimer (2023)

On average, me every 7 minutes in this movie: "Oh hey, I love that guy!” This cameo-packed historical epic/biopic is a clearer-eyed version of A Beautiful Mind, and perhaps most impressively doesn’t feel three hours long. The review in The Federalist and Vox’s analysis of the history of nuclear cinema are excellent companion pieces. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 9.5/10

4. Suddenly by BØRNS (2023)

Like the rest of us, it sounds like BØRNS has been going through some stuff in the last few years. After a five year hiatus, he’s back with his lachrymose synth-pop in a six-track EP. My only complaint? I’m ready for a full album!

5. The French Dispatch by Wes Anderson (2021)

Haven’t I already recommended The French Dispatch as the best film of 2021? Yes, but because I’m a woman of limited interests, I’m now recommending the published screenplay. If you’ve ever wondered just how Anderson and his collaborators create their idiosyncratic stories, reading the complex script gives a new insight into their overlapping minutiae, much of which I missed just by watching.

More July Critic Picks: The Merry Widow (1934), Christmas in July (1940), Some Came Running (1958)

Also in July…

At the start of July, nine writers for ZekeFilm picked our top five movies of the year so far. You can read our individual lists as well as our aggregate top five in our “Best of 2023 (So Far)” piece.

I checked out Haunted Mansion, which was…at least better than the Eddie Murphy version? Read my review for ZekeFilm, which turned into a long list of theme park-inspired films for Disney, and watch more on KMOV to see me correctly predict that Barbie would dominate the box office yet again.

Thanks to a holiday break, I had a little time to finally add a few Best Picture Project pieces. Keep scrolling on the home page to read reviews of The Apartment (1960), One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975), Rain Man (1988), Dances With Wolves (1990), Million Dollar Baby (2004), and 12 Years a Slave (2013)

Until August wraps, you can follow what I’m watching on Letterboxd and the site formerly known as Twitter

Photo credits: BØRNS, DYLA, The French Dispatch. All others IMDb.com.

#Round Up #Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One #Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre #Barbie #Taylor Swift #Speak Now #Speak Now (Taylor's Version)#Do You Like Apples #The China Syndrome #The French Dispatch #BlackBerry #BØRNS #Suddenly by BØRNS #Oppenheimer

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supercool-here · 9 months

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Me right now

#Mitski #only murders in the building #Omitb #omitb season 3 #only murders season 3 #Ysblf #Studyblr #Borns #børns #SUNDARA KARMA #Baby blue #The land is inhospitable and so are we #Suddenly #bug like an angel #Meme #Personal #Summer 2023 #Fall 2023

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dukeoftheblackstar · 9 months

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And suddenly All the music was erased Didn't even leave a trace of harmony Yeah, they tried to take a part of me And I'm looking at the time But I don't think I'll ever get it back And that's just where I'm at

#♝#bØrns #suddenly #man is this the mfkn mood tonight #Youtube

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flawless-imperfections · 5 months

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21 November 2023 song of the day

#song of the day #suddenly #BØRNS #2023 #Spotify

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lune-sz · 6 months

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And here I go again Slow dancing with the past Romancing every tragic little memory To a bittersweet melody

-- Suddenly, Børns

#meus #quotes #music #musicblr #spotify #borns #frases #music quotes #songs #suddenly #Børns

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loveshotzz · 10 months

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All I Really Want Is You

older!neighbor!widower! steve x fem!reader chap two/ten - a slow burn series of blurbs - updated every wednesday

Fancy Meeting You Here

chapter one <-

summary: A peek out your bedroom window has you flustered, and a late night run in makes it worse.

wc: 3.1k

warnings: 18+ series for future chapters. no minors! some good ol tension building and ogling 😉

Series Masterlist // Playlist // The tune:

Sunday -

You were able to unpack most of your ‘chaos’ the next day. Fun distractions in every box as you slowly put your life back together one side step at a time. Your A/C was working over time by mid day, the temperature outside almost breaking 90. Stuttering every so often with the heat trying to get the best of it, the sun shines through your window with harsh light directly on your freshly hung Ivy. The intensity of it at its peak in the sky threatens to fry them before they even have a chance to start.

“Gotta get some curtains,” you mumble to yourself, adding it to the long list of things you already need.

Licking sticky red lips, you grab the plastic cup you just drained the last of your wine from, the warm buzz of the alcohol making you sweat as you rinse it haphazardly. Water splashes all over the sink before you fill it up to the brim, your bare feet pad with low quick thumps against the wood floor, skin a little slick with every step to your window.

The Cure’s ‘Just like heaven’ cuts off the loop you had it playing on all day when you get a notification on your phone, but you keep humming along as you step up on the ledge, kicking away the newly added throw pillows. The wrath of the summer sun makes sweat bead at the crown of your hair while the soil absorbs what you give it like it hasn’t been watered in days. A flash of color catches the corner of your eye, stealing your attention to the window.

That's when you see Steve.

He wears red running shorts this time, the color making his bronze skin pop while the black tank top that hangs loose off his shoulders has his arms on full display. The darkened patches from the heat on the front and back of It makes the damp cotton dip to tease the curled hair on his chest that matches his legs. His jog stops once he hits his gate, pulling out his AirPods his shoulders move up and down with his heavy breaths. He looks even better than yesterday, the sheen that covers him making him glow.

That’s when he does it, he takes it off.

Long fingers find the bottom of his shirt as he pulls it over his head, abs flexing when it gets caught at the bottom of his chin for a second. He pushes back his hair with both hands catching that stray that never seems to go away. Cold water hits your toes, a squeak leaving your mouth at the sight.

“Shit, shit, shiiit.”

You set the cup down cursing under your breath and you know you should look away but when you see the dark happy trail that runs down into his shorts you can’t. Not yet.

If he can feel you staring he doesn’t show it when he sits down on his porch swing, the muscles in his thighs bulging against the nylon. He dabs his forehead with his discarded tank top, letting his neck fall slack and his head tilt back using it to shield his eyes when he’s done.

Watching past the point of what feels appropriate you pry yourself from the view suddenly needing the coldest shower.

Wednesday -

Job hunting day was long and hot. Your feet are sore from hours spent walking in the haze of the sun, the bottoms of your converse peeling against the pavement with each step. The trains were more confusing than you’d bargained for, opting for the bus and expecting some reprieve but somehow managed to get on the one that offered you none. Packed tight against strangers in a heat that was somehow even worse than the one outside, you glowered at your feet.

Oh yeah, and you hated that every song on your shuffle reminded you of the man you spent all of ten minutes with.

The biggest glass of wine you could humanly pour calls your name by the time you get to the end of your block. Your pace is quick with annoyance, and the need for A/C is urgent when your thighs start to rub together, stinging in the humid air.

That’s when you see him. Again.

He’s getting out of BMW M6, a dark red one with black trim, shiny with the kind of paint that glitters in the sun like just went through a car wash. The tint of the windows is just dark enough to give you a glimpse at the silhouette of the car seats and the air freshener that dangles over his rear view mirror. He’s fully clothed this time, a white long sleeve dress shirt that clings to him like it’s custom tucked into dark gray slacks that look freshly pressed. The black oxfords on his feet look polished with no scuffs in sight, and when he goes to answer his phone by the bluetooth in his ear the silver of his watch reflects off the light. The look is thrown though by the familiar blue of a Cubs hat, backwards on his head - that loose strand hangs out the front. Ray Bans cover those eyes that a few days ago couldn’t stay off of you.

“Of course,” you grumble to yourself, trying to ignore the hope that starts tightening in your chest.

“Hey Ron! It’s Steve.” The whites of his teeth show themselves in a confident smile that’s not directed at you.

He stops at his mailbox as you reach your gate thinking there’s no way he hasn’t noticed you. You just want him to at least acknowledge you.

He hums in agreement to whatever ‘Ron’ is saying on the other end, throwing in an ‘exactly’ every now and then. You watch as his expert fingers pop the buttons up at the bottom of his sleeves, before rolling them up to his elbows, the muscles in his forearms moving. The few seconds in the heat already getting to him.

“Don’t worry, I got you seats right behind home plate for helping me make this right on such short notice.”

He keeps his head down and he sifts through envelopes, humming a ‘no thank you” before the noticeable click and end of the phone call. The metal of your gate seems to creak louder than usual, but the noise still isn’t enough for him to look your way. Not even when your steps mirror each other’s as you both make it to your respective doors. You keep peeking over as you jiggle your lock, silently trying to get his attention.

He tucks his mail between his teeth as he searches for his house key. A muffled ‘aha!’ when he finds them, quickly unlocking his own door before freeing his mouth to greet Bandit. The sound of his nails pattering excitedly against the floor fills the quiet between you two before the slam of his door.

Friday -

It had been two days since you even caught a glimpse of your confusing neighbor, making it easier to get back to your normal brain chemistry. Instead of running through your first day here over and over again, you focused on prepping for the interview you got called back for.

The bright glow of the moon breaks through the sheer curtains of your room competing with the warmth of your bedside lamp. Your bluetooth speaker is set at a volume that is only meant for you to hear while The Marias Care For You becomes the soundtrack to finally organizing your room.

You dance a little as you make your way around your space, smiling as you walk past the window. The flick of a light breaks your concentration making you search for where it came from, the regret is instant when you find the source.

You don’t know how it took you a week to realize his bedroom was right across from yours, but the way he’s walking around in nothing but a low slung towel makes you think he doesn’t know either. Water drips from the tips of his hair and down his chest, curling the dark thatch that connects to the happy trail that you’d been teased with earlier in the week. There’s a subtle dip between his hips, a soft V that taunts you.

The books in your hand slip from your grip, the hard spine connecting with the top of your toes.

“Ouch - fuck!”

You scream loud enough to duck, scared that your outburst caught his attention while your hands wrap around your foot in an attempt to soothe the pain. You rock back and forth a little until the aftershock subsides. Still too scared to stand, you crawl towards your window to see if your worst fear actually came to life.

Your fingers rest on the window pane as you slowly let your eyes peek above the wood. He’s not looking at your window, but his towel is now replaced with just as low hanging dark green mesh shorts. His back is turned towards you revealing even more freckles and moles than the ones you’d discovered on his arms and nose. His shoulder blades move as he texts someone on his phone. The glow of the screen lighting his face in the reflection of the mirror over his dresser.

You groan as you slink back, laying on your floor with a huff. Staring at the ceiling with a sweaty palm on your forehead, the image of him in the towel is etched in your mind, making your blood run hot. You’ll need better curtains for your bedroom too.

Trash, you’ll take out the trash.

There’s a chill with the breeze when you get outside, the humidity disappearing with the sun for once. The street lamp flickers over the alleyway, the glow of the full moon doing more to light your path. Goosebumps dance over the exposed skin of your legs, while you keep your eyes on your feet as you move over the uneven ground. completely focused on not rolling your ankle again, you don’t notice the sounds of sports highlights getting closer.

“God, of course he choked— umph!”

Steve’s voice catches your attention too late for you to stop the slam of your face into the hard muscles of his chest. The sound of glass breaking in your trash bag echoes loud through the quiet when you drop it next to your feet, quickly followed by the skid of his phone. Your cheek bounces lightly off of him, the material of his gray shirt soft against your skin. The hair hidden underneath is still wet enough for you to feel the way it dampens the cotton, while the mint and pine of his body wash overwhelms your senses. His hands find your hips to steady your balance, fingertips accidentally brushing the top curve of your ass when they spread wide to get a grip.

“Whoa! Easy tiger.” There’s a smirk in his words and tobacco on his breath, the heat of it fanning across your face.

Your eyes finally meet the greens of his and the golden specks are just as easy to get lost in as the first time. There’s less peppered stubble covering the sharp edges of his features, the shadowing of it signaling that he must have shaved since the last time you saw him. The moon reveals a new set of moles that sit like vampire bites on the underside of his jaw, a placement that makes you wet your lips. Your heartbeat pulsing through your fingertips wrapped in his shirt. His grip on your hips stays unwavering while he takes in your face like he missed something he didn’t know he lost.

The sound of a car honking signals its presence down the alley breaking you two apart, the headlights making you squint when they hit your line of sight. His hands drop quickly and you untangle yours, taking a step back as the car drives past at what feels like a snail's pace. There’s a beat of silence before you clear your throat.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you offer as a bad attempt at breaking the ice. It makes him snort a little, sidestepping you briefly to grab his phone that landed on the gravel next to your feet. The score of the Cubs game is still playing from the small speaker.

The low light conceals the way your eyes wander when the back of his shirt rides up as he bends down. The baseball game drowns out the sound of you swallowing hard when you don’t see an outline of briefs under his shorts. He clicks the button on the side, cutting the sportscast off abruptly and for the second time you wonder if he can hear your thoughts.

He smirks when he brings his attention back to you, almost missing the way his gaze wanders around your curves when he drops his phone in his pocket.

“You’re telling me, I thought this was an exclusive spot.” He laughs, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

There’s a beat of awkward silence this time.

“Well, not gonna force you to chat. Have a good night Steve.” You try not to let it show how much it bothers you as you pick your trash back up.

“How’s your ankle? Did the ice pack help?” He blurts out before you can walk away.

You stare at him for a second, eyes raking over his face as you try to decipher his mood swings.

“Yeah, it helped a lot. Thank you.” Your smile is small but it makes his whole face light up. “Tell Bandit I said thanks too. Maybe give him another kiss for me.”

You watch the way his ears turn the rosy color of his cheeks as he looks down, kicking the rocks at his slipper covered feet.

“I’m sure he’ll be very appreciative of such a kind gesture.” He looks at you from under his lashes, the playful spark from the day you met slowly coming back.

“I hope I didn’t do anything last week to make you uncomfortable - “ you start out, determined to address the elephant in the alley between you, and his eyes get big when he finally registers what you’re saying.

“What? Uncomfortable? No, honey - look, you didn’t do anything to make me run off like that. There’s some things about me that you don’t know, it’s just - I’m sorry,” he huffs out, shoulders slumping defeated when he realizes how he’s come across.

“I’m just trying to make some friends around here. Thought I had one in you and Bandit, but I guess not.” You try to lighten the shift in his mood when you look up at him with an exaggerated sullen face, and it works when the whites of his teeth start to show, eyes crinkling at their corners.

“We can be friends.” He chuckles with his signature nervous tick, long fingers running through damp hair. “Bandit can be a little high maintenance though.”

It’s your turn to laugh, a giggle bubbling past your lips and Steve thinks it’s one of the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard. He wants to make you do it again.

“I think I can handle him, it’s his owner I have to worry about.“ You roll your eyes before you peek over at him with a smirk.

“That old guy next door? I heard he’s pretty lame, you might give him a big head if you wanna be his friend.” He lays it on extra thick by taking the trash bag from your hand, walking the few short steps to the dumpster for you.

He tosses it in with ease, his shoulder blades moving under his shirt. The lid closes loudly, drowning out the way your heart is trying to jump from your chest when he makes his way back.

“That was a very friendly thing for you to do, Steve. Thank you,” you tease, making him snort at your bad play on words.

“Gotta make myself indispensable, tough girl.” He winks not missing a beat, lips stretching into that million dollar smile you saw him give on the phone the other day. Only this time it’s just for you.

“Well you’re really starting to build your case.” You bite your lip to try to hide the way you want to mirror him.

“Oh, you’re not gonna be able to get rid of me with good conscience.” He stops in front of you, eyes meeting yours like they did the first time. The smell of his body wash takes over again while the stray he’s always pushing back makes a reappearance. “Do me a favor though? No more taking your trash out this late. At least not alone.”

“Are you going to come over and help every time I need to take it out past nine?” You grin, crossing your arms, only half way teasing when you see a rat scurry by.

“What are friends for?” He shrugs, playing along with ease, whatever nerves he was battling with before retreating when his smile turns lopsided. The rake of his fingers through his hair seems intentional this time, especially when he licks his lips.

You wonder if he can hear the flaps of butterfly wings in your stomach, or how your breath hitches.

“Already working your way to best friend status Steve, careful,” you warn, trying to hide your nerves in humor and it works, earning a full belly laugh from him.

“Have a good night honey. I’m right next door if you need anything.” His hand reaches out as if to touch your arm, but he pulls back at the last minute, fingers flexing looking for that ‘missing’ ring again at his side.

“See you around, Steve.” You smile warmly trying to save him from whatever internal spiral you saw him trying to fight off again.

Your touch is gentle when you do what he was too scared too. His skin is warm against your palm, the muscles moving underneath the simple gesture. You trace the pad of your thumb over the same cluster of freckles twice before you let go with a squeeze, heading back to the wooden gate that closes off your shared backyard.

He doesn’t answer till you’re almost all the way through.

“I hope so!”

The smile that spreads across your face can’t be contained any longer, hidden from him when your back presses to the wooden door as your gate latches closed loudly behind it. You wait until you hear him get inside, silently trying to decipher whatever he was mumbling to himself the whole way there but failing.

You can’t help but replay the whole interaction back in your head as you make your way back upstairs, trying to manage your expectations. The words ‘there’s some things about me that you don’t know’ stick to the front of your brain like glue, just like the word ‘friends’.

You avoid your bedroom window for the rest of the night, and vow to get better curtains in the morning.

beta’d by @superblysubpar

dividers by @newlips

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chapter three

#my writing #steve harrington #steve harringont smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington series #steve harrington slow burn #older!steve harrington

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landhoehoehoe · 2 years

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blur the line - Logan Sargeant

Wow, when I started writing this in August I never would have thought that this story would torture me so much but it's finally here! (At least Part 1 of 3 lol) but dw, Part 2 is pretty much finished already and Part 3 just needs a little more fixing :)

Posting this today in honor of Logan's FP1 outing 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Song rec for this fic: Electric Love by BØRNS

Warnings: none, this part of the story is cute fluff with only a little bit of spice

Logan Sargeant x reader; As an F2 rookie you quickly get along with a specific American driver

“Y/n! Y/n, look here!”,

You were followed closely by the countless photographers as you made your way to the grid on the first race day of a new season.

But today wasn’t just the first race day of the season, it was also your very first race day in Formula 2 as Prema had signed you for this season, making you the only female driver in F2 currently.

Of course your excitement was over the roof, but you’d already prepared yourself for the scrutiny you’d be under.

It would be crucial where you’d finish, not only for the team but for your own mentality as well.

You wanted to show everyone out there that you were the best, that you deserved your seat in F2.

So naturally next to the excitement there was also a certain nervousness flowing through you as you walked over to your car for the first feature race of the season.

“Y/n!”, someone suddenly called out behind you. You turned around to see Logan Sargeant running towards you, his helmet already on his head.

You didn’t particularly know the Carlin driver that well, but he had been one of the first to welcome you to F2, introducing you to all the new faces you didn’t know.

“Good luck out there, you’re going to crush it.”, he smiled reassuringly, making you smile, too.

Something about his tone made you believe that he wasn’t just saying the words to make you feel better.

You just knew that he actually meant what he’d said and you immediately felt better. Because if Logan believed in you, that was one more person rooting for you.

“Thanks, good luck to you, too.”, you grinned, reaching out for his hand to give him a handshake.

As he walked away, you shouted after him:

“I’ll see you when I overtake you!”

He laughed, winking at you before turning around again.

“We’ll see about that!”

The interaction left you with a comfortable, warm feeling in your stomach.

Somehow Logan had managed to take away half your nerves and half your fears that something bad might happen.

You could climb into your car with more confidence now, the excitement and thrill of racing taking over as your hands gripped the wheel.

Leaving the pits, your teammate Dennis sent you another reassuring smile and soon enough your car stood lined up at P12. Not a bad qualifying result for your first time in F2, yet still not good enough to be able to play in the big leagues.

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“Shut up, Fred! You try remembering that night first!”, Dennis laughed as he retold the hilarious events of a wild party night.

You sat next to Dennis, opposite Logan and Frederik.

The three of them had asked you to join their little Prema reunion dinner before the upcoming Monaco Grand Prix.

Even though you had only signed with Prema this year you’d immediately felt the strong bond between the boys so you had decided to go out with them.

However you were still glad that you could sit next to Dennis because you knew him the best out of all of them since he was your teammate.

Sometimes you could become rather shy, especially around such extroverted people like Dennis and Fred, who argued and laughed about everything.

When Dennis started describing Fred’s karaoke performance from one of their drunk nights, all of you laughed at Fred’s frown, him being the only one who couldn’t laugh about the story.

“You know I’ve actually once heard that-”, you started, but got cut off quickly by an annoyed Fred who reached out to slap Dennis’ head.

“Shut up, Dennis! Or do you want me to tell them about your bathroom incident?”, apparently Fred hadn’t heard you saying anything because his whole focus laid on Dennis, who crossed his arms in a challenging way now.

You shut your mouth again, unsure about whether to keep talking and boring them with your story.

“If you want to go there, please do. But then I can’t promise to keep your street-sign-stealing incident a secret anymore!”, Dennis shot right back at Fred with a wicked grin on his face.

The two of them were so caught up in their argument that you decided to look elsewhere, until suddenly you noticed Logan’s gaze resting on you.

When your eyes met he sent you a shy smile.

“Keep talking, y/n. I’m listening.”, he encouraged softly, completely ignoring the other two drivers at your table.

A smile crept onto your face. Logan had listened to you.

Once again it evoked a sudden warm, comforting feeling in you.

You leaned forward towards him so that he could actually hear you over the other’s bickering and he did the same, leaning in on his elbows.

His eyes were curious, showing you genuine interest, which made you stupidly happy for some odd reason.

“Well um.. I was saying that I’ve heard that when you’re drunk, your hidden talents come out.. so maybe Fred’s is singing karaoke.”

Logan’s smile grew wider until he broke out in a laugh, his soft eyes still fixated on you.

“But do you really believe that? I mean… I’ve heard Fred sing before and… it’s not pretty.”

Now you had to laugh, too, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Logan watched your movement carefully, his eyes following your hand.

“You’ve never heard him singing when he was drunk though, right?”, you retorted, making him frown in contemplation.

He thought about it for a second. The two brawlers next to you were now completely ignored by the both of you.

“That’s a good point. So what would you say is your drunk talent?”, he asked, leaning forward again.

Now it was your turn to think.

As your eyes wandered to the ceiling to think, you could feel his gaze resting on you, making you shift in your seat nervously.

“Definitely not dancing.”, you laughed as one specific incident came to your mind.

“Maybe cooking?”

Logan tilted his head as he gave you an intrigued look.

“I can make the best grilled cheese sandwiches when I’m drunk, I swear.”, you explained, pulling a laugh from him yet again.

“But not when you’re sober?”, he asked, still smiling.

“Hell no, keep me away from the kitchen for your own safety!”, you immediately replied, letting out another laugh.

“But if you ever need a grilled cheese at 3am, call me.”

Logan nodded, something inexplainable now lying in his eyes.

“I might have to take you up on that offer soon.”, he winked, smiling at you.

Your smile also grew wider, feeling as comfortable as ever around Logan.

Only then did you notice that Dennis and Fred had seemingly forgotten about their fight again, the two of them listening to you intently.

“What do you want?”, you asked Fred, an amused expression on your face.

“Nothing, I’m just observing you two love birds.”, Fred immediately grinned, wiggling with his eyebrows suggestively while Dennis joined in on his laughter.

You rolled your eyes, exchanging a shy glance with Logan who couldn’t help but smile.

“At least he listens to me when I talk.”, you replied with an accusatory look towards Dennis.

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Come the next races, Logan and you grew more and more comfortable around each other, always magically finding each other in the paddock before races, which resulted in the pair of you becoming a beloved duo amongst the photographers.

“Hey, shorty, how are you doing on this fine day?”, Logan approached you from the side as you were walking through the paddock at the Austrian Grand Prix.

He was wearing a fancy pair of sunglasses and a blue Carlin shirt.

Of course, he looked as attractive as ever.

Immediately your face lit up at the sight of him.

No matter how nervous you were before a race, Logan somehow had the magical ability to take all the nerves away.

“Not everyone can be as tall as you, Slender Man. And I’m doing fine, what about you?”

Logan laughed at your remark and casually laid an arm around your shoulder to walk besides you. It caused a sudden electric wave to surge through your body.

“I’m really looking forward to this track. Spielberg will be my race, I guarantee you.”, he replied, angling his face towards the sun to enjoy the warmth with a confident grin on his face.

“Not if I overtake you.”, you were quick to respond, making him face you again, his arm still resting around your shoulders.

Just as he was about to reply, however, he saw something behind you and his whole body stiffed up instantly.

His arm fell from your shoulder as he cursed lowly under his breath.

Confused, you turned around to see the reason for Logan’s mood change: Photographers had spotted the two of you. Not again…

You sighed as you saw the Prema garage a few steps away.

“Well, good luck out there.”, you smiled at him softly.

“Thanks. You, too.”, he returned your smile, then started walking towards the Carlin garage before the photographers reached you.

Before you could enter your garage though, you heard your name being called.

“Y/n!”

You turned to where the voice had come from, only to see Logan standing in front of his own garage, already looking at you.

“I’ll see you when I overtake you!”, he shouted over the buzzing of the paddock with a cheeky smile on his face.

You couldn’t help but smile widely.

He’d used the tagline you usually used when you saw him.

“We’ll see about that!”, you shouted back, making both of you grin like little children.

The Austrian Grand Prix had been good. Very good.

So good that you almost couldn’t believe it was real when your race engineer shouted “P3!” into your ear over the radio.

This was your first time on the podium in F2.

As soon as you stepped out of the car, someone called your name.

“Y/n!”, you recognized his voice immediately.

Before you could even run to your team, Logan had already gained your full attention.

Simply by calling out your name he’d evoked the strong urge to hug him inside of you.

So you let the emotions overcome you and ran towards him.

He gripped you tightly when you fell into his arms and lifted you off the ground to spin you around.

You squealed, ecstatic laughter escaping your lips.

“That was a mega mega drive, y/n, holy shit!”, Logan exclaimed, his excitement levelling your own.

You sighed heavily when he put you back down after squeezing your waist once. A comforting warm feeling spread from where his hands had been touching you.

Only slowly did the realization sink in that you’d just driven into the Top 3.

The moment felt so unreal, you were almost certain you had to be dreaming.

“Thanks, you didn’t do so bad yourself, Sargeant.”, you winked at him, to which he replied with a confident smirk.

“Next time I’ll be overtaking you for P1, though.”, you added teasingly, earning yourself an amused eye roll from him.

“You wish…Still got a lot to learn, little one.”, he gracefully dodged your punch to the shoulder and excused himself to celebrate with his team, so you also went to where your team was waiting for you, with the biggest smile on your face.

Every interaction with Logan was just so comfortable and easy.

Later on the podium you couldn’t stop smiling.

The grin literally couldn’t be wiped off your face during the whole ceremony, but the part you were most looking forward to was still ahead of you: The champagne spraying.

Once the time had come, everyone on the podium steps popped their bottles open and tried spraying each other without getting too wet themselves.

“This is for calling me little!”, you shouted, taking joy in aiming the champagne right at Logan’s face.

Logan screwed his eyes shut and blindly sprayed his champagne everywhere.

“Oh you are so done.”, his voice sounded threatening, which made you gulp before you decided it would be the smarter move to make a run for it.

You squealed hysterically when he started chasing you around the podium, but couldn’t hold back your laughter at the same time.

The people standing below the podium simply enjoyed watching the wild goose chase.

Once again, you forgot about all the people watching the two of you, because all that mattered in this moment was Logan:

Logan, whose messy hair always fell right into his eyes.

Logan, whose beautiful green eyes got you lost so easily.

Logan, who made you laugh effortlessly to the point where you could forget about the rest of the world momentarily.

When he’d almost caught up to you, you saw the others leaving the podium from the corner of your eye and it gave you an idea.

Surely he wouldn’t dare spray the champagne if you were behind the podium where many other innocent people were around.

Quickly you bolted off the podium and already stopped running because you thought you’d be safe, but there was not a single soul behind the podium.

You heard Logan’s heavy breathing behind you.

“Got you, little one.”, he smirked while he came closer, holding his champagne bottle high in the air over your head.

“Where is everyone?”, you panted, still not believing that your plan hadn’t worked.

The corners of Logan’s mouth twitched.

“Right. I forgot this is your first podium. It’s normal that everyone leaves because otherwise they risk getting sprayed.”, he explained, a devilish grin on his face as he explained.

Your shoulders slumped. So much for your genius plan.

“Are you ready for the shower of your life?”, Logan stepped even closer to you, hovering the bottle above your head.

You looked from Logan to the bottle and back to Logan, before you finally accepted your fate with a shrug.

“Do it.”, you kept the eye contact with him as you said so.

That’s when you saw something else flare up in Logan’s eyes: a sudden change of heart perhaps?

His eyes got darker, causing you to gulp, not able to get another word out.

When had the atmosphere changed so drastically?

“Open your mouth.”, he ordered in a low voice, his eyes falling to your lips.

Confused, you furrowed your brows.

“What?”

“You heard me.”, his voice was raspy when he lowered the champagne bottle so that it no longer hovered above you.

Instead, it was now at the height of your mouth.

With one last look at him you hesitantly opened your mouth.

Keeping eye contact with you, one of Logan’s hands came up to tilt your chin slightly upwards.

Then he poured the champagne into your mouth and you swallowed it immediately.

You could basically feel his eyes burning into you and you felt slightly uncomfortable under his intense stare, but it also made him so incredibly attractive.

His hand under your chin, his eyes switching between your lips and your eyes.

God, you have never wanted to kiss a person so badly.

Logan softly pulled your chin towards him, making you fear you might faint right then and there.

Your heart was beating out of your chest so loudly by now that you were sure Logan could hear it, too.

Once you were close enough to feel his hot breath on your skin you didn’t dare breathe, a tingling feeling building in your stomach in anticipation.

“Finally! There you are! We wanna go celebrate, come on guys!”, Fred called out from behind you, ultimately destroying the moment.

Immediately Logan and you drove apart.

You almost wanted to sigh in disappointment when he quickly pulled his hand away from your chin as if he’d burned himself.

“We’re coming, we’re coming, relax!”, Logan shouted back, waving his friend off.

Then he returned his attention back to you, who was still processing what had just happened between the two of you.

In complete contrast to how he’d just devoured you with his eyes, he now gave you a shy smile.

“I’ll see you at the club, then?”, one of his hands nervously came up to the back of his neck while he tilted his head at you.

You could only nod.

“Sure. See you later.”, with a fogged up mind you walked away from Logan, who was trying to catch up to Fred.

“Since when is it important for you to be on time?”, you heard him ask the Danish driver.

“Since we all got points and Y/n got her first podium and you won another race?!”, Fred replied in a matter-of-fact tone before they disappeared out of your sight.

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magicshopaholic · 1 year

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Voice Of An Angel (Namjoon x OC)

Summary: Namjoon can't stop thinking about the girl that let him have the last copy of his favourite Murakami novel.

Pairing: Namjoon x OC

Genre: Fluff, smut

Word count: 3.3 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, references to alcohol, dirty talk, references to kissing, fingering, nipple play, sex, phone sex, masturbation, intoxication

A/N: It's been inexcusably long since a Namjoon x Kaya fic came out and I take full blame for it. But since a few readers have requested a flashback fic, here it is! This takes place a few days after Namjoon and Kaya meet for the first time in Seoul and can be read standalone.

Tagging: @bbl32, @meirkive, @quarter-life-crisis2, @dreaming-with-happiness, @whoisbts, @kflixnet (if you want to be added to the taglist, lmk)

Listen to: “clouds” by BØRNS

namjoon masterlist | main masterlist

“Play the track again.”

Yoongi wordlessly hits the spacebar and the music plays, the deep bass thrumming through the floor. Namjoon taps his foot to the rhythm from where he’s sitting on the edge of the sofa. The home studio doesn’t have the expanse of equipment that the Big Hit studio does, but after a tiring month, all seven of them seem to be content not stepping out of the dorm for anything work-related.

He pushes his tongue into his chin, frowning as he tries to listen for it, but it never comes. “Okay, stop.”

“It’s sounding flat,” states Yoongi, leaning back in the chair. “The bass isn’t strong enough.”

Namjoon nods, knowing he’s right, but also at a loss for what to do to make it stronger. He goes through three different options in his mind, picturing how each of them would sound, wanting to get a mental read of it before suggesting anything. Just then the door opens and Taehyung saunters in, slippers scraping against the carpeted floor.

“What’s going on?”

“Oi, listen to this and tell me what you think,” says Yoongi suddenly, playing the track from the beginning. Namjoon watches Taehyung carefully for his reaction, albeit getting none as the younger member listens with a straight face. His hair is messy, the blue dye already fading away at the roots where his natural dark is beginning to show. Once the track ends, Taehyung looks between him and Yoongi.

“Is this track for me?” he asks, tone betraying nothing.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and turns back to the laptop while Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “Does that mean it’s good?” he asks, slightly wary.

Taehyung considers this. “It sounds…” He frowns, eyes glazing over as he looks for an appropriate word. “... contemplative,” he decides finally.

“Contemplative,” repeats Namjoon.

“I told you Hobi’s the right person to ask,” says Yoongi dryly, continuing to modify the settings of the track.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Taehyung asks, sounding affronted.

“Contemplative doesn’t help.”

“Then what kind of opinion were you looking for?”

“Something we can actually work with.”

“How can you not work with -”

“What do you need?” Namjoon interrupts, seeing that this discussion is going nowhere.

Taehyung’s head whips to look at him, as though just remembering his original purpose. “Oh. Uh… Jungkook told me he had ramen and pork belly for lunch.”

When he offers nothing more, Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “So did we.”

“There’s none left, though.”

“No, there isn’t. You slept through lunch.”

Taehyung nods, deep in thought. Then -

“Is there any pork belly left? In the fridge?”

Yoongi nods, not looking up from the screen. “Yeah, one packet.” When no one speaks, he turns around, apparently finally working out why Taehyung is here. “Do you want me to make you some?”

“Yes,” he answers, unashamed. “Will you?”

Shaking his head slightly, Yoongi stands up and stretches. “It might be good to take a break, Namjoon,” he suggests, before turning to walk out the door, Taehyung hanging onto his back, a satisfied smile on his handsome face.

Namjoon waves his hand as they leave, knowing Yoongi will probably cook, eat, take a walk and possibly have a smoke before he returns. Taking his vacated seat at the desktop, he clicks on the track again. He can’t hear a single new thing, inspiration evading him, and he groans in frustration before pausing it. He leans back in the chair, rubbing his eyes before picking up his phone to check his notifications. One name catches his eye and he perks up slightly, swiping to open it.

Kaya [16:34]

Apparently there are some vacation spots without pictures of famous people but Jeju Island is not one of them.

Along with the message is a picture of a Polaroid, showing him and an older gentleman smiling into the camera. He recognises his own signature scrawled at the bottom, with a thumb tack at the top of the photo.

Smiling after what feels like hours, Namjoon types out a reply.

Namjoon [17:25]

Haha, I remember this place. They had the best lamb skewers.

He waits for the blue tick, but nothing happens. He sees then that she’d messaged him nearly an hour ago and he deflates, disappointed. He places his phone to the side and continues staring at his laptop, willing for something, anything to strike him.

His eyes roam around aimlessly, falling on the bonsai on his table. Kaya had taken it in her hand when she’d come over a couple of days ago; she’d brought it over to the table but in the midst of what had transpired next, both of them had forgotten to put it back on the shelf.

Namjoon bites his lip at the memory, his mind landing on the one thing he’d thought about more than he’d like to admit. He hadn’t quite believed she would come over when he’d asked - although inviting her had been quite unusual on his part as well. His only rationale was that she wasn’t going to be a permanent fixture in his life so it didn’t matter. Plus, even though she knew by then who he was, it was clear she hadn’t quite grasped just what it meant, which he was glad for.

He wonders for the first time if that’s the reason she chose to come, that it was just a temporary thing. A summer fling, she’d said, and he had to agree.

His stomach flips unexpectedly at the thought, for she’s objectively a great summer fling to have. A foreigner, intelligent, pretty, with good conversational skills. Dating for him is hard enough as it is, even keeping aside the fame angle. But every time he’s met her so far - at the bookstore, the park, the dorm - time has flown by faster than he would like. She’s managed to give him the distinct feeling of being surprised yet relieved at the fact that she exists at all - even if it is halfway across the world from him.

“Just a summer fling, Namjoon,” he mutters to himself, stretching again, just as his phone pings. His heart leaps when he sees a reply from the aforementioned summer fling.

Kaya [17:33]

I don’t know about lamb skewers but Jieun and I did try every cocktail they had to offer.

Namjoon [17:34]

You went out for drinks with your aunt?

Kaya [17:35]

I did. And it’s a lot easier now that I’m legal, instead of when she used to come home from college and sneak me sips of her beer.

Namjoon [17:36]

Interesting. How much did the legality help today?

Kaya [17:37]

Well, it’s almost six pm and I’m in bed trying to sober up. Oh and I can’t be bothered to turn on the light so it’s also dark.

Namjoon raises his eyebrows, not expecting this. He begins typing out a response before pausing. Hesitating momentarily, he calls her.

Kaya answers on the second ring. “I know I didn’t ask, but thank you for calling,” is the first thing she says.

He grins, her voice sounding familiar and exciting at once. “I figured it might hurt to look at the screen,” he explains.

She groans softly. “It does. God, I knew I shouldn’t have had that last mojito,” she complains, and he pictures her massaging her temple as she lies in bed.

“How drunk are you on a scale of one to ten?” he asks, surprised at the genuine concern in his own voice, but glad to hear the amusement in it, too.

“Um, a solid five,” she answers carefully. “So it’s not that bad but I can’t sleep it off either because I have to go to dinner soon…” She sighs. “Jack didn’t think it would be appropriate for Jae-lin to see her mother and sister drunk off their asses so we’ve been sent to sober up before we meet up again. Separately.”

Namjoon chuckles. “Good dad,” he remarks.

“Yeah. Irresponsible aunt, though. But I’m almost twenty-five so I don’t think I can blame her for decisions like this anymore.” She giggles unexpectedly before groaning again, softly, and his stomach flips. “What are you doing?” she asks after a moment.

He sighs inwardly and looks at the laptop screen again, now with his photo gallery screensaver appearing and bouncing around the screen. “Trying to work on this one song…” He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. “Not making a lot of headway, though.”

“No?” She’s quiet for a moment. “Music producers have off days, too?”

“Yeah, we have our off days,” he confirms, rolling his eyes but smiling anyway. “It’s the same song I was working on when you came over.”

“You mean when I distracted you?”

Namjoon bites back a grin. “Yeah. Guess I have you to blame for this. Every time I try to remember what I was doing, I get distracted.”

“Have you tried to remember it a lot?” she teases, voice slightly quieter now. “Because I have.”

His throat feels dry. “Yeah?”

“M-hm. Don’t tell Jungkook, but I kind of really hate him a bit. Hey, tell me something,” she says abruptly. “Why’s it called a bias?”

Namjoon frowns, thrown. “Uh - why is what called a bias?”

“Like, your favourite k-pop member in a band. Apparently it’s called a bias,” she explains. “Jae-lin told me.”

“Oh.” He understands now. “I’m not sure. I think it’s because you’re biased towards one person?”

“No, I think it stands for something,” she disagrees, sounding rather invested. “Although your thing sounds more correct, though.”

He nods. “Why were you and Jae-lin talking about biases anyway?”

“Oh, it was nothing. I mentioned your friend Jungkook and she - well, she kind of lost it at first,” she amends, and he can almost hear her rolling her eyes. “But then she said he was really cute but her bias is someone else.”

“Oh? Who?” Namjoon asks, mildly curious.

“It was… okay, I don’t remember his name,” she says sheepishly. “But she did say he has a great voice. Very deep, apparently.”

“Ah, okay. Taehyung, I’m guessing.”

“Probably. She said he looked ethereal. And I remember this specifically because I swear she used this word, like, eight times in two minutes.”

Namjoon laughs, not finding it worth mentioning that the ethereal member is currently loitering around the kitchen, unshowered and hungry, as he enlists an older member to provide him sustenance. “She’s a kid,” is all he says. “Who’s your bias, by the way?”

Kaya laughs and his stomach does a backflip again. “I know exactly three names from your band right now.”

“But you’ve hooked up with only one.”

“M-hm. Doesn’t that give you an unfair advantage?”

“Is it my fault we met first?” he questions, leaning back in his chair, suddenly missing her greatly. “I think I’ve earned the advantage.”

“Well…” She pretends to think it over and he pictures it again: her, lying alone on a hotel bed, possibly in a dress she wore to lunch, shoes still on, wavy hair spread out over a creamy pillow in the twilight. He wonders if her hair still smells of that same scent, like an unsweetened dessert. “Jungkook doesn’t seem like he’s older than twenty, and I can’t compete with my cousin for the ethereal one,” she lists, “which leaves me with… you.”

Namjoon bites his lip, realising for the first time just how much he was waiting for her to say that. “Just me,” he agrees quietly.

“You…” She’s quiet for a few seconds and he wonders if she’s feeling the same anticipation he is. “Did it annoy you?” she asks eventually. “Thursday?”

He frowns slightly. “You coming over? Of course not.”

“No. Us getting interrupted.”

Namjoon exhales. “Come on, you know it did,” he murmurs. “I kind of hate Jungkook a little bit, too.”

She giggles again, softly, and he swallows. “Did you, um…” She trails off. “No, I can’t ask you this,” she mutters after a moment.

“What?”

He imagines her shaking her head. “No, it’s too… I mean, you don’t really know me that well and… forget it.”

“Kaya.” Namjoon says nothing more, just her name as gently as possible, as deeply as possible. He isn’t oblivious to the sound of his own voice, just like he knows he isn’t imagining her sharp intake of breath. “Tell me.”

“Okay. Let it be on the record that I’m only saying this because I’m intoxicated…” She hesitates, and his heart races in anticipation. “... but I definitely needed a cold shower when I got home that day.”

Silence. Namjoon slowly closes his eyes before letting his free hand crawl to his crotch to check - yep, he’s already sporting a semi. “You and me both,” he confesses after a moment, sighing.

“Yeah?” She sounds surprised at his admittance.

“Yeah. Right after you left, actually.”

“Oh.” There’s another pause. Namjoon thinks he can guess where this is heading, and his cock twitches at the prospect, but he doesn’t want to jump the gun. He waits for her to continue. “What did you think about?”

He’s prepared for this. “Everything I wanted to do before we got interrupted.”

She takes a deep breath that makes his toes curl. “Which was what?”

“You want me to tell you?” he asks, just to be sure.

“Every detail,” she confirms quietly.

If this goes to shit, you can just never see her again. “How drunk are you?” he asks after a moment.

“Not so drunk that I won’t be able to picture it.” Her boldness is enough of an indicator of some inebriation, but he guesses if she’s sober enough to give her consent, he’s good to go.

“You want me to tell you what I would’ve done if Jungkook hadn’t shown up?” He waits for her to murmur a yes before continuing. “I wanted to feel how wet you were. I could, already. I could feel it when my hand was pressed up against you,” he tells her, voice low and deep. He doesn’t want to think about it right now, but he knows he’s good at this. “I wanted to push one finger to your clit through your underwear… wanted you to ask me to take it off.”

“Fuck,” she whispers. “And if I asked?”

“I’d do it… after I got you soaking through it.” He has to pause for a moment here to steady his voice. “I’d wait until you begged me to take it off.” There’s a soft whimper on the other side of the phone and he freezes. “Fuck, Kaya, are you touching yourself?” he asks softly.

Kaya doesn’t answer for a moment. “Is that okay?” she asks finally, sounding wary. “I… your voice is making me feel…” She trails off, and Namjoon instantly hardens.

“You’re touching yourself… to what I’m saying?” he clarifies, his hand reaching his own hardened member as though of its own accord.

“You can do it, too,” she offers, a bit coyly, almost as though she can see him. “And, um…” She takes a shaky breath “... please don’t stop.”

“Fuck…” Suddenly remembering something, Namjoon springs up from his seat and darts to the door, locking it lest one of his six band members barges in on him. He resumes his seat and switches his phone to his left hand, tugging down his joggers with the other and grasping himself through his plain white underwear. “Put me on speaker.”

He hears a shuffle to indicate she’s obeyed him. “Done. Now… you were telling me how you wanted to make me beg for your fingers?”

“M-hm…” Namjoon palms himself, sighing quietly before continuing. “I wanted to make you beg before I took off your jeans, and your pretty black underwear. I wanted to enter you, first with one finger and then a second… while my palm rubbed against your clit… and you whispered my name.”

“Yeah, I’d say your name,” she agrees breathily, its absence conspicuous.

“Your bra was off… and your nipples looked so hard and sexy…” The image floats into his mind, her back arched as she lay on the sofa underneath him. “Fuck, I wanted to suck them so bad, Kaya…”

Her breathing is faster now, soft moans audible. Namjoon takes the phone away from his ear and puts it on speaker, placing it on the table before lowering his boxer briefs and freeing himself, properly grasping his erection now. His thumb brushes the glistening pre-cum on the tip, smearing it down his shaft before he begins stroking himself.

“Namjoon…” Her voice out loud in the room makes him jump slightly but he moves his hand faster, feeling himself closer than he’d thought. “I wanted you to… God, I wanted you to kiss me…”

“I wanted to kiss you… I wanted to swallow every sound you made while I fucked you with my fingers… I wanted to kiss your neck, suck on your skin -” He stops himself in time, hoping she doesn’t pick up on it. “I wanted to rub your little clit, slowly, until you asked me to go faster… until you were coming all over my fingers…”

Kaya’s moans are louder now, more frantic. “Fuck, I’m close, I’m…” She breaks off and the sound she makes, loud and breathy, brings him on the verge.

Namjoon continues working himself, stroking his cock faster and unable to keep quiet any longer. A few more quick, frustrated strokes and he feels himself explode all over his hand. He gives himself a few seconds to recover from his orgasm, groaning quietly, before leaning over and pulling out a few tissues from the box behind the laptop, cleaning himself up and pulling his clothes back up. He takes the phone off speaker and brings it back to his ear.

“Are you still there?” he asks after a moment. He can hear rustling so he knows she hasn’t hung up, but he has a moment of panic when he wonders if she regrets it.

“Yeah,” she says after a moment, still sounding slightly breathless. “Thanks for, um…” She laughs quietly, sounding a bit self-conscious. “It felt really good,” she finishes.

“Me, too,” he agrees, smiling to himself. “Did that help at all… with your headache?”

She scoffs in humour. “God, I hope so,” she says, and he hears her shift. “Sitting up is definitely easier. Did it help with your… I don’t know, musician’s block?”

“I really hope so,” he says dryly, leaning back in his chair. “Might have helped more in person, but, hey.” Glad to hear her chuckle at that, he continues. “Listen, uh… I know you’re leaving next week but can I take you out to dinner before you do? When you’re back from Jeju?”

“Yeah, that would be nice. Tuesday? I’m having dinner with the family on Wednesday. Last night and all,” she adds, sounding a bit wistful.

“Tuesday sounds good.” Namjoon nods, not wanting the call to end but knowing it’s coming to a natural close. “I’ll see you then.”

“Yeah. I should go, I guess…”

“M-hm.” He scrambles for something to prolong the conversation. “Call me if you - if you need - I mean, not this, but if you want to -” He breaks off, cringing with his head in his hands.

Kaya laughs, to his great relief. “I’m not sober enough to be too embarrassed about that but I’m sure I’ll get there,” she half-groans. “I’ll, uh… I’ll text you?”

“Yes, please,” he says, voice muffled where his hand is still covering his face. “And… don’t be embarrassed,” he adds earnestly. “You were… forgive me, but you were really hot.”

When she doesn’t respond for a few seconds, he’s afraid he’s said something wrong. But then he hears her stifle a chuckle. “I’ll see you in a few days, music producer.”

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#namjoon x oc #namjoon x reader #namjoon fanfic #thebtswritersclub #btshoneyhive #bangtanwhq #bangtantheatrenet #bangtanbathhouse #houseofddaeng #k-vanity #wkcnet #hyunglinenetwork #bts rm fanfic #bts rm smut #namjoon smut #namjoon fluff

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mikuthedragon · 1 year

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~*[SFW Hcs of Boyfriend Alhaitham <3]*~

Warnings : Fluff and butterflies in your stomach, Al-haitham being a total sweetheart

Boyfriend!Alhaitham who often catches you off guard with his honest words of affirmation, he says it so matter of fact, you sometimes wonder if he's doing it on purpose

Boyfriend!Alhaitham who helps you get better grades on your exams at the Akademiya. He knows that taking more time to understand a subject doesn't make you dumber than him.

Boyfriend!Alhaitham who gets frustrated when you lose most of the points of your exam because you didn't follow instructions, but he proceeds to comfort you when you start to cry about it ( ;´ - `;)

Boyfriend!Alhaitham who appreciates when you go out of your way to always have time for him in the week and to not neglect your boyfriend of quality time spent together.

Boyfriend!Alhaitham who's flustered when you suddenly appear at his doorstep with a bouquet of flowers. You really caught him off guard and he proceeded to stumble on his words a bit and he tried to muffle your laughs in a hug, which to no avail only somewhat reduced the volume of your chuckles. Kaveh heard this and proceeded to tease Haitham about it hehe.

Boyfriend!Alhaitham who can see the person behind the screen jk lmao

Boyfriend!Alhaitham who sometimes comes over to rearrange your desk, which you don't mind since he somehow found out which setup would help you the most.

Boyfriend!Alhaitham who praises you in the subjects you excel in and continues to work with you to do better in the subjects you kind of hate.. :')

Boyfriend!Alhaitham who at the end of the day, cherishes you and wished that the night owls reading this would go to sleep for his sake and yours ❤

#alhaitham #haitham x reader #genshin haitham #genshin fanfic #al haitham #Spotify

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miss--river · 5 months

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🎵 music tag game 🎵

i was tagged by @theviridianbunny! im so sorry it took me nearly 2 months to get to this! i completely forgot 😭

rules: share 13 songs you've been listening to

Sister Christian by Night Ranger Knock It Off by Magic Bronson Cut Me Open by Um Jenneifer? Suddenly by Børns Malibu by Trixie Mattel The Dead Come Talking by Roe Kapara You and Your Friend by Snake River Conspiracy Lt. Headed by M.A.G.S. Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Roan DEAD TO ME by The Real Zebos The Devil's Rejects by Rob Zombie Love Is A Battlefield by Pat Benatar Phenomenal Woman by Laura Mvula

tagging: @thelonestrider @breezypunk @jaymber @sammysilverdyne @ugh-my-back @togepies @cinnamon-mey @gloryride @rosapexa @wanderingaldecaldo (no pressure though!)

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jasmine tookes. she/her. cis woman. › spotted at the met steps , DAHLIA LEWIS , most likely listening to american money by børns with their airpods pro . the thirty year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -overly-independent yet +debonair to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about the feeling of toned muscles , caring more about others than your own wellbeing , holding your head high even in the face of adversity , silk pajamas paired with an extensive nighttime routine , followed by their alien by mugler . latest nepoupdates article talks about family bailout ? dahlia lewis seen back in new york after 10 years due to failed attempt to distance herself from family , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

[ ! ] WANTED CONNECTIONS ( TBD ).

[ ! ] ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS ( TBD ).

penned by HECATE ( she/her , pst , 21+ )

OVERVIEW.

STATS PAGE .

FULL NAME: dahlia esme lewis

NICKNAME(S) / ALIASES: lia / siren ( callsign )

DOB: 09/25/1993

AGE: 30

HEIGHT: 5'9"

ZODIAC: libra

GENDER: cis woman

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

LANGUAGES: english , spanish , french

AESTHETICS: the feeling of toned muscles , caring more about others than your own wellbeing , holding your head high even in the face of adversity , silk pajamas paired with an extensive nighttime routine , harsh words spoken with a calm visage

CHARACTER PARALLELS: rhys larsen ( twisted games ) , isabelle lightwood ( shadowhunters ) , elizabeth swann ( pirates of the caribbean ) , natasha romanoff ( marvel comics ) , zatanna zatara ( dc comics )

BACKGROUND.

the lewis family made their fortune through shipping and a number of various investments . since then , their wealth has spanned for generations . with a father who inherited this business and a mother who hails from a family notable for their social prominence and philanthropy , dahlia is born into this legacy with her life planned out the moment she’s conceived . the lewis’ are picture-perfect at best . she only sees her parents for more than an hour or so is when the family is attending formal events to keep up appearances . she’s close to her siblings because of this . and even more so with her grandparents . but definitely not her parents .

she’s 16 when she starts to question the path put ahead of her . was this what she truly wanted ? she’s been pitted against her siblings . resentment is surely there . the mounting pressure starts to spiral . there’s really only one person she feels like she can confide in –– her grandfather . and that’s what she does . he’s surprisingly supportive . she had expected the opposite . a pep talk about how this is the family legacy . heavy is the head that wears the crown . instead , he urges her to do something for herself .

( death mention tw ) tragedy strikes at 17 . her grandfather suddenly passes . dahlia is devastated . who can she confide in now ? she feels alone . her parents are still expected to live the life she set out . it all becomes too much the moment they start urging her to look for prospective partners . ones that could help maintain the family’s social standing . dahlia ends up running away and to the navy in efforts to distance herself from her family . after all , would any of them dare enter that territory ? she doubts it . and when she sets her mind to it , she does it . bootcamp was hell but she made it . the work doesn’t stop there . dahlia joins the seals . serves two tours before landing herself in private security company run by a friend .

she doesn’t need the job but she’s good at what she does . however , a new client brings her back to new york after almost over a decade of staying away . or at the very least , staying under the radar and no contact with her family . however , being the current bodyguard for the valente sisters meant she was back on the radar whether she likes it or not .

PERSONALITY.

dahlia can be very charming and insightful . there’s something about her that draws the attention of everyone in the room when they speak . inspiration . conviction . however , it doesn’t come without its faults . dahlia burns out easily without a set routine . but she’s decisive through and through . there's a difference in the way she presents herself while working vs when she's not . she takes her work seriously . committed to whatever she sets her mind to . and within her line of work , dahlia's become more selfless . stoic . not readily showing her emotions as she once did when she was younger .

HEADCANONS.

this section is a wip and will be updated when i think of more things ! <33

classically trained in ballet so she's got impeccable posture

knows her way around a boat and was taught how to sail

formerly did competitive swim when she was younger , qualified for the junior olympics

impulsively joined the navy as a way out of dealing with familial expectations

after making it through bootcamp , decided to work towards being part of the navy seals

did two tours before receiving an honorable discharge

her "callsign" ( more of a nickname tbh ) given by her platoon mates is siren

good with close quarters combat and since being part of the navy has taken up kickboxing and judo

annoyingly knowledgeable about weaponry

#nepofm.intro #🍁 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ›› dahlia lewis .#hope this made sense b/c i did not™ proofread fjdksl