#not 100% there yet but you KNOW i have feelings about this lyrics
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Hope we make it to the Cloud.
♡ bada lee x idol!reader / NSFW❗
SUMMARY: Amidst an identity crisis, you try to adequately prepare for your solo comeback. The lyrics have already been perfected, the song recorded and the visuals pinpointed. However, your creative team is not fully convinced by the choreography you came up with. They decide to send over one Bada Lee to help you finetune your jumbled ideas and bring harmony to your vision. You just have one specific request: the routine must include a trampoline.
WORD COUNT: 10k
CW: eventual smut, bada is 100% a giver and not a receiver in this jsyk (but i promise it makes sense in context), hinted voyeurism.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this was meant to be pure smut but it became much longer than i intended ... oops for that . . . lets just roll with it!!1 also the choreo described is heavily inspired by tinashes bouncin.
- you don't care about those 7k words worth of boring build up? skip to this line: <After ten minutes of complete silence, Bada was the one to speak in a hushed voice: “What happened?”>
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The first thing you notice is how surprisingly gentle her voice is.
“I’m Bada, it’s nice to finally meet you.”
Bada Lee stood tall in front of you, clad in an oversized jersey, cargo pants and a cap hugging her forehead in such a way her eyes were entirely obscured from your view. She promptly bowed after she spoke. Unsure where to look, you dropped your gaze and followed suit; vaguely aware of her seniority and bowing deeper.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” You tried to keep your own voice as neutral as possible, but agitation bubbled in your chest as you felt your manager’s prodding, eager eyes behind you. “Thanks for being here.”
Your team was much more excited about this collaboration than you were.
None of the aggravation you felt was Bada’s fault. It had been three weeks of your creative team dismissing every choreo draft you came up with: Three weeks of sleepless nights at the dance studio, tiring out yourself and your background dancers. Three weeks of browsing through videos sent in by other choreographers across the country, attempting to mix bits and pieces together but none of it ever feeling right. Three weeks filled with reminders of a deadline looming over your head. Three weeks of your team letting you know they had little confidence in this comeback. Your last attempt at showing them what you had come up with had ended up in a shouting match. Your manager, who you otherwise got along with just fine, bluntly stated that, perhaps, this concept simply wasn’t something you could pull off.
It had left you feeling betrayed. Your creative team had agreed it was time for you to approach a more mature concept, something that you felt was years overdue. But it seemed their definition of mature and yours were wildly different. You had worked hard on perfecting a set of songs to choose from, but you immediately butted heads with the rest of the team. You wanted to do the bouncy and playful R&B track. Your team wanted the EDM track. Eventually they relented, but now seemed hellbent on making it as difficult as possible for your vision to come to fruition. Putting together the visual board for the concept photos and the eventual music video was a similarly arduous process. You had to meet in the middle and sacrifice a lot of your initial ideas, but that procedure was almost pleasant compared to what you were dealing with in regards to the choreography.
Every idea you put forward was promptly shut down. Too complicated. Too boring. No TikTok challenge potential. Too sexy.
And maybe it was true. Your formations weren’t as clean as the ones thought up by a professional choreographer, but you weren’t really given a chance at all. It wasn’t like you were a bad dancer either. Far from it. You picked up choreos incredibly fast and had always played an active part in brainstorming past routines alongside your background dancers. You had more experience than most of your peers, yet you were treated as if you were still the same teenaged trainee from years ago.
“Is that really how you all feel?” You had whispered after your manager dropped that bombshell, searching for an answer in the facial expressions of your creative team. Most of them were not even willing to meet your eyes.
“We just need to be realistic.” Your manager stated matter-of-factly. “That other song is still an opt—”
“I am not changing the song.” You cut him off. Momentarily, your manager looked like a fish on dry land, gasping for air. “Sorry.” You added quickly, albeit a bit flustered.
“Look,” He sighed, “We can do mature without shocking the nation. Let's keep it mild for now and maybe after two or three more singles, you can go all out.”
“I haven’t been 18 in years, you know.” You retorted bitterly. Something inside you understood where he was coming from, but you had been obedient since your debut- how much longer should you wait? You didn’t want to sacrifice any more of your creativity, so many years into your career. You had even seen one of your own concepts go to a labelmate instead, your own team dubbing you too “youthful” to pull it off.
“Okay, how about this,” He began with a frown, “Let us pick one of the choreographers’ drafts for you. You can finetune it with their guidance.”
Their pick had been Bada. You hadn’t even realized she sent in a draft: at one point you were so overwhelmed you just stopped checking your emails. You also hadn’t bothered to watch it before this meeting. You were genuinely too deep in your feelings about that whole ordeal for that. However, now that she was standing in the studio, tall height towering over you, you couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious.
You had seen Bada around.
After all, she had worked with many of your labelmates before. You had also watched a fair amount of her videos. She was one of the best in the business, and whenever you had downtime to practice freely you scrolled through her routines on Youtube to help stay in shape. As you were facing her, even with half her face hidden, you understood why everyone was so stricken with her. When she had walked into the room she oozed with authority, though not in an obnoxious way.
“Great!” Your manager clapped his hands, effectively breaking your train of thought. “Thank you so much for supporting us, Bada. Shall we jump right in?”
“Sure,” She nodded eagerly, hands wringing together as her body turned towards you. “I kind of wanted to see what you had in mind for this choreo.”
That surprised you, and you were certain your facial expression wasn’t hiding it. Your manager held his breath. “Oh! Well—” You chewed on your lip as you vaguely motioned the corner of the room, trying to find the words. “I wanted to use… I wanted to use a trampoline.”
Bada immediately turned her head to follow your gestures, her eyes landing on the mini trampoline set up in the studio. “A trampoline?” In the background, your manager heaved a sigh.
You purposely ignored him and nodded, slowly: “I can show you, if you want.” You had hoped that sounded more self-assured to her than it did to you.
Bada scratched her chin, still looking off to the trampoline, and then nodded along with you. “I’d love to see it.”
You felt the tension in your chest ebb away. There was no malice to her tone; she seemed genuinely curious.
Then, Bada turned her head towards your manager, her ponytail falling off her shoulder. “I hope I'm not imposing but, I would like this to be a collaborative effort between the two of us. I think it would take the pressure off if you…?” She trailed off with a kind smile, one impossible to say no to.
As if he got doused with cold water, your manager stood up with an urgency. “Privacy! I can give you two some privacy, no problem!” He fussed around, gathering his things. “Just let me know when we can sit in on the finished product.”
The both of you bowed to him as you bid your farewells, watching him leave the studio with a wave. Once the door shut behind him, you could feel yourself exhale in relief. You knew that if your manager was going to sit in on every practice, he would go out of his way to shut down all of your ideas. Without him around, you had more opportunity to champion your vision- at least, you hoped so.
You craned your neck, looking up at the ceiling, before letting your eyes fall shut with a sigh, almost forgetting there was another person in the room.
“They’ve been on your case, huh?”
Bada's soft but clear voice broke you out of your spell, and you turned your head to search for a glimpse of eye contact. Tough luck, as her hat was still in place casting a shadow down her face. There was, however, a knowing smirk playing across her features.
“You have no idea.” You muttered honestly. Bada laughed.
“I don’t want to make you dance a routine you don’t fully stand behind. I did mean it when I said I want this to be a collaborative effort.” Bada spoke carefully, but sincerely, her fingers once again intertwining. “I always wanted to work with you, so it’s an honor.” She added.
If you got a penny for every time you were caught off guard today, you could set some humble savings aside for an early retirement.
It is true that you’ve been sought after, but it wasn’t something you had ever internalized. Hearing it come from someone who herself was heavily sought after, made your face heat up.
“T- thank you. It’s an honor to work with you too.”
She bowed her head humbly, glancing over to the corner of the studio again where the trampoline sat, waiting. “Do you feel comfortable showing me what you have been working on?”
You nodded and rushed to the corner to set up your speaker, and then dragged the trampoline to the center of the room. You were oddly aware of your own presence, and almost felt the urge to make yourself smaller as you moved around. In the meantime, Bada was getting comfortable: she had dropped her things on a nearby table and left out a bottle of water. To her it must be a regular working day, but to you this felt scarier than getting up on stage.
Once you stood behind the trampoline, facing the wide stretched mirror filling up one side of the room, you stole a glance at the choreographer who was now crouched on the floor. She had pulled out a small camera and was setting it up on the edge of the table, making sure the lens was focused on your position. Long fingers fiddled with the buttons, and her tongue was prodding the hollow of her cheek. The angle allowed you to finally catch a glimpse of her eyes.
As if on cue, she glanced up at you. Your eyes met in the reflection of the mirror and your heart raced.
She gave you a soft smile and moved to sit cross-legged on the floor, the camera now fully set up. “I usually record everything, so we can watch it back and give feedback.”
Right, of course.
“Yeah, that’s usually how we operate as well.” You spoke timidly, and it was true. Yet something about having her attention on you felt more intimate. Usually there was at least one other person from your creative team looking on as well.
Trying to come across casual, you tied your hair up in a high ponytail. “What do you think of the song?” You asked curiously.
It was now Bada’s turn to be caught off guard. Her smile faltered and she broke the eye contact you had been sharing, clasping her hands together as she spoke. “I like it.” She began. “A lot, actually. It’s why I wanted to play a part in it. There isn’t anyone doing a song like this nowadays.”
Even though her body language was confusing, you couldn’t find any dishonesty in her voice. What she said made you feel relieved, some of your insecurity fading to the background. It’s why I wanted to play a part in it.
You sent a smile her way even though you weren’t sure she was even looking at you.
Proving you wrong, she smiled back.
“Alright, so,” You gestured to the trampoline at your feet. “The idea is, the other dancers and I all do the same routine. I'll be front and center. Four or six other dancers dance behind me, with their own trampoline.” You gave the trampoline a light shove with your foot, making sure it would stay in place, and then grabbed your phone. “Then you have an idea.”
You looked over your shoulder at Bada and gave her an inquisitive thumbs up. “Ready?” You asked.
Bada pressed a button on the camera and mimicked your thumbs up with a smile. “Ready when you are.”
You faced the mirror again and shook your shoulders a bit, forcing your body to loosen up. After twisting your neck a few times, you hit play on your phone, quickly placing it under the trampoline as the familiar synths of the song started blaring from the speakers. You tried to feel the confidence you were usually able to conjure up on stage, closing your eyes and swaying your hips, ponytail moving from side to side.
As soon as you heard your own voice through the speakers, instrumentals going deeper, you got into position. Your eyes opened up to focus on your own reflection in the mirror as if it was a fan in the crowd watching. Mouthing along to the lyrics, a playful smile on your lips, you hit every move as you had envisioned. Once the chorus came up, you dropped to your knees on the trampoline, grappling the edge as you performed the routine. Pushing back against the springs gave you the velocity to keep your moves fluid, your body twisting and turning, flipping over and hitting the next move. You made sure to move your hips deftly, aware that you had enough curves to allow you to pull it off, and kept your facial expressions in line. It had to look effortless.
You felt your ponytail swing along with your movements as if it were an extension of you, and sat up on the trampoline. The chorus came to an end and you used your arm strength to twist yourself around fast enough, gracefully falling back on your chest whilst keeping your toes en pointe in your sneakers. The tips of your fingers were touching the floor as your legs crossed, moving to rest your elbow on the edge of the trampoline and resting your chin atop your palm. You lip synced to the final words of the chorus, gaze alluring as you finished the move, and the music stopped.
You slowly sat up straight on the trampoline, crossing your legs, and slid your hand underneath to hit pause on your phone. You looked towards Bada expectantly, but the question got stuck in your throat. She was staring at you, mouth slightly agape, with an unreadable expression. For a split second you were reminded of your trainee days, when you had just finished a routine and were met by your choreographers’ stern faces; they wouldn’t spare you a single compliment, and instead listed off every mistake you had made.
But then, Bada blinked once and then twice, as if in a daze, and let out a soft “woah”. She started applauding you, shaking her head in bafflement. You felt your shoulders drop in relief.
“That was incredible!” The choreographer took off her cap, fixing her bangs before putting it back on. “You came up with this?”
You nodded slowly, the tips of your ears glowing hot. “I used to be a gymnast.”
“I can tell—” Bada spoke bluntly, but then snapped her mouth shut as if she said something wrong. “I mean, that was really good. Every part of your body was in command. Your team didn’t like it?”
“They think it’s too much, compared to my usual routines.” You had the urge to go off on a tangent, but ultimately you didn’t know Bada well enough. Unfortunately, you were naturally quite expressive and the disapproving frown on your face was on clear display.
“Too much? I kind of wanted more, actually.” She laughed softly, looking down to where her legs were crossed. You felt your heart skip a beat and bowed your head in lieu of a thanks.
Subsequently, the bright green light of the camera caught your attention. It was still recording.
“Hey, I think the camera is still on.” You spoke before you realized, and hoped it didn’t sound accusatory.
“Huh? Oh!” Her expression was almost akin to a child being caught with a hand in a cookie jar, the way she swiped at the camera to turn it off. “Sorry. Good call.” She mumbled shyly, tucking it behind her.
You weren’t sure what to say next, still flustered at her lofty praises, but luckily Bada broke the momentary silence.
“I had an idea…” She began, her hand rubbing at her chin pensively. “I don’t know if you’ve had the chance to watch my draft yet?”
You shook your head abashedly. “No, sorry, I honestly didn’t get to it.”
“It’s fine.” Bada waved her hands dismissively. “Maybe instead of doing the trampoline routine in every chorus, we could only do it in the middle? Exactly as it is. I wouldn’t change anything. And then for the other two choruses, we could keep some key moves but keep it on the floor.”
You mulled it over for a second, glancing up at the ceiling contemplatively. Using the trampoline the whole way through was not an option, according to your team. They had felt you were toeing the line with ‘raunchy’ much too closely. Perhaps you could find middle ground this way, while still keeping the part of the routine you felt most proud of.
“Okay.” You agreed, nodding slowly. “We would need something special for the final chorus, then.”
“I had another idea for that, if you’re fine with it. Would you like to watch my draft with me?”
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Her draft was good. Really good, actually.
Bada and you were sitting on the floor next to each other, the taller girl holding her phone out in front of you as the draft played on the screen. You were sitting quite closely together, but not close enough to be touching, a conscious decision on your part. You were a bit too aware of her presence, something about her was heightening your senses in a variety of ways. It wasn’t even as if she was stern or unkind, she just had an aura that intimidated you. At least, that’s what you were telling yourself.
A blonde girl you didn’t recognize was dancing your parts. Six other dancers, one of them being Bada, were in formation behind her performing the choreography perfectly in sync as your song played in the background. While you should really be paying attention to the girl in the center, your eyes couldn’t leave Bada’s figure. In the video she was dressed in loose-fitting cargo pants, just like today, and a crop top. Once again she wore a cap covering half her face, and even a face mask, but her hair hung loose over her shoulders.
You were always impressed by the small movements she was able to squeeze in, emphasizing certain parts in ways the other dancers weren’t able to. However, it was the final chorus that had your hands turn clammy.
The final chorus was a duet formation. Bada, with a quiet confidence in her step, and the blonde girl moved towards each other in the center of the room. They were effectively dancing for each other, the blonde girl whipping her head back as Bada stared her down, swaying their hips together rhythmically. Their steps were coordinated in such a way they almost mirrored, Bada rolling her body one way and the blonde girl moving the other; but it still felt cohesive. It was an intimate choreo. There were a few split moments of hips grinding against crotches, but it never lasted long enough to be straight up inappropriate. Still, you couldn’t help but realize you would have to practice this routine with Bada as well, and you felt yourself getting hot under the collar.
The choreo ended with the blonde girl giving Bada a playful shove, and the taller girl backed away slowly, a saunter in her step, before moving off the screen along with the other background dancers. The video ended and Bada dropped her phone in her lap, not looking at you.
“That was good.” You were relieved your voice came out evenly, and Bada started nodding in her trademark way, hands clasped together. “The formations were really clean and— I loved the final chorus.” You blurted.
She smirked, head raising and meeting your eyes for the second time today. You were starting to feel eager, greedily watching.
“I’m glad to hear. We definitely need to finetune the first chorus, line it up with your routine and all that. I really don’t want to lose your input.”
“That sounds great, thank you.” You felt a surge of gratitude in your chest, and shot her a wide smile. “I’m looking forward to working on this together.”
Bada dropped her gaze again, worrying her lower lip. You felt miffed at the brusque interruption of your shared eye contact but didn't show it.
“I suggest we start with practices tomorrow, we will edit the first chorus as we go,” She whipped out her phone, looking at her calendar. “We should practice the duet together until you’ve got a handle on it, and then I can bring over some of my guys to prep for the actual performances. I know someone for my part. He’s worked with some of your labelmates before, I’m confident he’s right for the job.”
You couldn’t tell if you were anxious at the prospect of practicing such a choreo with Bada, or if you were disappointed that the eventual product wouldn’t be performed with her. It made sense, though. If your label was already worried your concept was too mature for the country, having two women perform such a choreography wouldn’t be received well at all.
“Great. Same time tomorrow, just the two of us again?”
“Same time tomorrow,” The third time she was willing to meet your eyes, and once again with a small smile playing across her features. “Just the two of us.”
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Working with Bada the past few days has been surprisingly easy.
On the first day, she brought some iced coffee for the both of you and presented it with an exaggeratedly deep bow, holding out the plastic takeout bag in front of her as if she was a lackey presenting you a treasure. You giggled, muttering an incredulous “thank you” as you took the bag from her hands. Through sips of coffee, the both of you fast forwarded through the recordings trying to piece the choreography together. You were able to bounce ideas off of her in a way you never felt comfortable enough doing with other choreographers. Bada was attentive, patient and, above all, eager.
On the second day, you wanted to repay your debt and entered the studio with a box of doughnuts. She let out a surprisingly girlish squeak when you laid the box on the table, and barreled over to grab one. That day she was wearing a beanie instead of a cap, something you inadvertently preferred as you could now lock eyes and take in her features. Sometimes you had the impression she was hellbent on looking anywhere except into your eyes, but you didn’t want to mull it over for too long; some people just had a different way of interacting. Everything else about her still left you with a warm feeling.
Sometimes you both took turns performing for each other. She would pull her beanie further down her head as she took the center of the studio, and each time something inside you would brace itself. You could only watch in awe: her movements were sharp and magnetic, her entire body language changing in the blink of an eye. While your attention should be on her footwork, you were instead hypnotized by the sway of her hips, greedily drinking her in. You chalked it up to her being such a captivating dancer.
However, little could explain how much you relished in her undivided attention. When it was your turn to copy the moves, you made sure to give it your all and put on a show. Without a hat obscuring her eyes, you could tell where her eyes were looking and it wasn’t always on your reflection in the mirror. You swore you could feel her gaze burning in your lower back, but you didn’t mind. It encouraged you to hit your moves a bit harder than you usually would.
“You’re a fast learner,” Bada said at the end of the day, drinking from her water bottle as you watched her throat bob. “Keep it up and you won’t need me anymore.”
You didn’t like the sound of that.
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By the fifth day, the both of you had started working through the details of the duet.
The familiar song sounded through the speakers, the room filled with the sound of your singing voice and the squeaking of your sneakers on the floor.
You were painfully aware of the way Bada closely danced behind you but you kept your eyes down, forcing yourself to keep track of your footwork. You bent over slightly at the start of the next line, your hips popping out and letting your hair whip to the side as you hummed along to the lyrics. In tandem, Bada moved her hips the opposite direction but gyrated closer to you, her hand coming up to tug her cap lower. You spared the mirror a glance for a split second, realizing Bada was much closer to you than you had realized, but you pushed the thought away.
You looked good together.
“Pause real quick.” She spoke suddenly, stepping away from you and bending over to stop the song. You immediately halted your movements at the command, trying to control the heaving of your chest and willing away the warmth of your cheeks.
She stood up again, meeting your eyes in the mirror before steadying herself behind you, body close to yours.
“You’re doing great, but,” A tentative hand slid to your hip, fingers curling over in a loose grip as she subtly urged it to move to one side. Both your eyes remained locked through the mirror. “I think we should move together in this part. Like this.” She repeated the motion, her grasp on your hip tightening ever so slightly before pulling you flush against her pelvis. Her hips rocked along with yours, and you could only follow.
She hummed close to your ear, and you felt her breathe along the side of your face. “Just like that.” Her voice was quiet, gentle even, though her stare was everything but that. It was intense.
In an attempt to sound casual you replied with an “okay”, but it came out softer than you had hoped for.
Her eyes dropped from the mirror, opting to look down at you directly, but you couldn’t find the confidence to return the favor. “You should do that thing again," she continued quietly, "Where you throw your hair back, but look at me when you do it.”
You repeated your steps, but this time both her hands came down to hold your hips in place. You turned your head as requested, your hair falling over your shoulder as your eyes finally met. Her gaze was intense but undecipherable; she hadn’t been looking at the mirror at all this time.
Bada was so close, unblinking and heady. The thought entered your mind before you fully realized: if you craned your neck you could kiss her. In a careful motion, you felt her hands slide up and down slowly, smoothing along the curve of your hips.
“Perfect.” She said, and it sounded so intimate you felt lightheaded. Usually she voiced her approval with an animated smile and a thumbs up, but she spoke to you as if she was scared you would set off running. “You got it. You want to try that again with music?”
You nodded slowly and her hands dropped from your hips, leaving a burning sensation in their wake. As she bent down to turn the song back on, you brought the back of your hand up to your cheek; checking if it was as warm as you felt. Then you ran your fingers through your ponytail, tightening the hair tie with a sharp tug in an attempt to snap yourself out of whatever daze you had fallen into.
It meant nothing. She had merely workshopped a move and there was no need to feel so nervous.
The final chorus of the song began thumping again and the both of you got into your starting positions. Bada’s presence was palpable behind you, but you tried to force your head back into performance-mode. You kept your moves sharp, lip synced as if the voice came directly from your own throat and smiled playfully at all the right lines.
As the instrumentals of the final chorus got louder, you twirled a finger around your ponytail, playing with the imaginary crowd in front of you. Bada pressed up against your back. Your hips moving in tandem just as the choreo required and you could no longer repress the urge to grind back against her. You saw Bada smirk in the mirror, her eyes obscured by her cap, but you could tell she was enjoying your blunt display of confidence. That made you laugh for real, putting an extra ‘oomph’ into the roll of your hips, dropping even lower, and feeling Bada take what you gave her with a great amount of enthusiasm. You heard the choreographer let out a "woo!" and you giggled.
At the very end of the choreo, you were meant to face Bada and push her away; making room for a final solo moment. So you turned around, meeting that familiar mischievous grin and your hand came up to curl into her collar. Bada sucked in her lower lip, greedily towering over you and looking down expectantly.
But something about the giddy atmosphere had you feeling bold, so you tugged her even closer instead. Her mouth fell open, but she followed you down nonetheless, eyes becoming half-lidded. You were mere inches removed from each other, and her breath fanned across your face. For a split second her gaze lingered on your lips, and you held your breath, heart fluttering in an unfamiliar feeling. A fleeting thought told you to bridge the gap, pull her impossibly closer by the grip you had on her collar, but your body acted before your brain could.
You reached for her cap and tugged it off her head, putting it on yourself in one swift movement and then shoved her away as you were supposed to do; effectively breaking the spell. You turned on your heel to look back at your reflection in the mirror, consciously blocking Bada from your periphery and closed out the song. The music stopped.
Now that the studio was quiet you could hear the both of you catching your breaths, and rather than facing Bada while your face was still heating up, you flopped onto the floor, limbs spread out. You moved Bada’s cap atop your face, blocking out the bright lights of the practice room, feeling exceptionally winded.
You felt Bada sit down next to you and she promptly pulled her hat off your face.
“Ow,” You uttered lamely, arms coming up to cover your face instead. Surely the shame you felt was on wide display and you had to save the little bit of the reputation you had left. You could already hear her voice, albeit uncharacteristically, echo in your head: “What was that?” “Why didn’t you just stick to what I told you?” “That was highly unprofessional.” Your stomach churned.
But instead she said: “That was incredible.”
“Huh.” You exclaimed unintelligently. You tentatively moved your arms from your face and were met with Bada staring you down, her hat back in place. It would probably be too weird if you went back into hiding, so you dropped your arms uselessly.
“That was incredible,” she repeated, a fond smile on her lips. “You are incredible. I’m telling you, we’ve got a hit on our hands.” She extended her arms excitedly, as if she had to convey the sheer magnitude of potential you both had crafted.
“You really think so?” You sounded breathless, the warmth in your chest blossoming.
“I know so. Seriously? If your team doesn’t like this, they’re idiots.” Her bluntness kicked a laugh out of you, and you playfully whacked her knee. “No, I mean it!”
“It wasn’t too much?” Slowly you sat up, tugging at the front of your shirt clinging uncomfortably to your body from the sweat.
Bada tilted her head, blinking at you sympathetically as she weighed your words carefully.
“I’ve already told you,” her voice was quiet, as if she was worried someone else might overhear, “I can’t get enough of you. The same goes for the public, by the way.”
That made you want to kick your feet like a teenager, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you fought the impulse to fall into her arms. Instead, you dropped your head with a timid smile hoping that did enough to show your gratitude.
Bada placed a hand on your shoulder with a touch so soft she might as well be reassembling a broken vase, urging you to look at her. “Let's take a break, order some bubble tea and then watch the recordings. Sound good?”
You leaned into the touch with exhilaration. “Yeah. My treat, though.”
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The tenth day coincided with a photoshoot in the morning. You had gotten up at 4am to get to the location early enough so that there was enough room for your stylists to get to work.
The first thing you noticed was the visual board you had worked on tirelessly a few weeks prior.
It had changed.
Some of the images jumbled around or left out entirely, replaced by ones you did not recognize or even liked to begin with. Even the color scheme had changed. Before you could ask your manager about it, however, your hair stylist beckoned you to follow her into the booth. Still groggy, with just a protein shake in your belly to keep you at bay, you followed without objection.
But then, after you emerged fully made up with your hair in intricate braids and ribbons, you saw the backdrop you were going to work with and the outfits you would be wearing: they looked nothing like what you had agreed on.
Once sown into the baby pink corset, you looked at your reflection in the mirror with a glassy expression, too exhausted to even express the anger that was simmering in your chest.
“What happened to the costume I commissioned?” You asked your manager in a flat voice, fully realizing you wouldn’t like whatever the answer would be.
“Oh,” But he didn’t sound surprised at all, “We didn’t really like how it turned out, so we decided to go with something else. Pink looks good on you, you know.” He added hurriedly.
You blinked, clenching and unclenching your jaw. The last thing you wanted was to cause a scene in front of all the staff. Firstly, it wasn’t their fault; secondly, word got around quickly and the last thing you needed was a trending blind item about diva behavior. With great difficulty you swallowed the venom down your throat and walked over to the camera crew without sparing your manager a single glance. Bowing to everyone separately, you turned on the autopilot. You just needed to get through the day. You posed for the flashing of the cameras, turning your brain off.
“That’s a wrap! Great work, all.” The photographer’s voice snapped you out of your daze, and you slowly stumbled away from the backdrop, blinking back tears.
“Great job everyone, thank you for your hard work.” You hoped your voice sounded even and hurried away to get changed.
Once alone in your dressing room, you bent over the sink with your hands in your hair. You didn’t understand. They had seen the choreography Bada and you had worked on, and approved. They had been enthusiastic even, and it felt like your team and you had finally buried the hatchet. Now you understood why they were so pliant in their acceptance of the final choreo; they had found something else to exert their control over. You didn’t want to cry, so you grit your teeth and untied your hair, fingers smoothing out where the braids had been.
Bada.
In the bustle of the early morning you had almost forgotten you were meant to start your first practice with the entire dance crew today, with Bada as the lead choreographer ensuring everything played out exactly according to your collaborative vision. It had been almost two days since you had last seen her, yesterday being a day off for the both of you, and for some reason it felt like a lifetime.
You wanted to see her, but you weren’t sure if you could dance today.
You arrived at the studio about an hour later, right on time, with most of your makeup cleared from your face and dressed in joggers and a crop top. This time you were sporting a cap as well, hoping the dancers wouldn’t notice the fatigue etched on your face on your first day with them.
Everyone was already there. Some dancers stretching, others practicing and a few watching the recordings while in deep discussion with Bada. Her flannel shirt was bunched up at her elbows as she made grand gestures with her hands, explaining something to the dancers in front of her. As the sound of the door opening and closing filled the room, the tall girl perked up mid-sentence, shooting you a wide smile.
“Hey! I got you some coffee.” She spoke brightly, walking over to you in big strides as her loose braid fell off her shoulder. You had just finished bowing to everyone when you turned to Bada, feeling your chest swell at the sight of her. “How was the shoot?”
She must’ve noticed something. Perhaps it was the sag of your shoulder, the way you bit your lower lip or the exhaustion in your eyes; but her smile faltered slightly when she got a closer look.
“It went alright.” You spoke neutrally, unable to meet her eyes but adding a nod to come across as reassuring as possible. “Thank you for the coffee.”
Bada stood a bit helplessly but seemed to understand that prying any further would be futile. “Of course, it was my turn, after all.” She smiled carefully. “You wanna get started?”
“Let’s do that.” You agreed, hoping that dancing would get your mind off of things.
Bada gathered everyone together and gave a small speech, making a conscious effort to do all the talking so you could comfortably hide the swelling insecurity you felt deep in your chest. You nodded at the right times, smiled at the dancers (some of them peeking at you in awe) and tried to come across relaxed.
Once Bada finished talking, she called for everyone to get in position as she strode to the far end of the room, where she had the most optimal view. You moved to the front, right next to your trampoline, facing the mirror and vaguely took note of a tall guy with a buzzcut who now stood in the spot Bada did when you had been practicing with her. Something about her not being part of the dance anymore, even though you perfectly knew this was going to be the plan all along, made you feel even less secure.
You shook your limbs loose, trying to empty your head for the sake of the dancers who were all blind to your inner turmoil and instead incredibly excited to be here. You did not want to waste their time. Once again, you forced yourself into auto pilot.
The song started playing, bubbling synths building up to your first lines, and you danced. You danced as you had practiced with Bada, but weren’t able to envision the crowd in front of you. Instead you relied on muscle memory, which worked out well enough. Even when the tall guy was behind you for the duet, hips grazing yours, you didn’t feel very aware of your surroundings at all. Sometimes you all had to stop midway when Bada noticed that someone was offbeat or out of position, but you slid back into the moves easily. The team was strong, too. You danced the choreo once, twice, thrice and a fourth time. When you grabbed the guy’s collar, you pushed him back immediately, unlike what you had practiced with Bada, and finished your move.
Bada clapped her hands together with a cheer.
“That was solid, everyone!” She strode over, giving everyone a thumbs up. “Some things we have to smooth over, but we are way ahead on schedule. Let’s take five. I— Are you okay?”
You barely realized your own actions until you felt the warm tears run down your cheeks. You had sat down on the trampoline in such an unceremonious way, body shaking from exertion as you tried to hold back hiccups. Panic began crawling up your body and into your throat. Suddenly aware of the dancers seeing you in such a state, you took your cap off and held it in front of your face.
“Actually, since we are ahead on schedule, let’s make this a short day.” Bada’s authoritative voice declared to the entire room. The dancers nodded along nervously, glancing at your hunched figure with palpable worry. “Great work everyone, make sure to get home safe. Same time tomorrow.”
You croaked out a soft “Thank you, everyone” through your fingers, but your voice was barely audible. You couldn’t face them.
Footsteps rushed around the room, the dancers gathering their backpacks off the floor. You barely registered the hushed voices slowly echoing further and further away from you, until the door shut with finality; a lock sounding in place and silence reigning over the space.
Bada’s hands came to rest on your shoulders as you felt the trampoline sink with her added weight. Then she pulled you into her arms with a tenderness you had never experienced from anyone before. Your arms tightened around her frame in instinct, dropping your cap onto the floor, and your heart constricting painfully as you hid your face in her chest.
She didn’t speak as you hiccupped soundlessly, letting the exhaustion pour out of you with quivering shoulders. Bada’s hands traced comforting lines along your back, her cheek pressed against the top of your head as she waited for the trembling of your body to subdue. In turn, you tried to focus on the steady rise and fall of her chest, her breathing lulling you.
After ten minutes of complete silence, Bada was the one to speak in a hushed voice: “What happened?”
You glanced up at her, tears still running down your cheeks as you choked back a particularly pathetic sob. “I’m sorry…”
Bada let out an affronted gasp, bringing her hands up to cradle your face instead and letting her thumbs wipe the tears from your cheeks. “Please don’t apologize. Tell me what happened.”
“My team,” You began with a slurred speech, “They still don’t believe in me. They don’t think I can pull this off.”
Your voice sounded heartbroken: “They make sure to remind me every chance they get. My manager is certain I am going to embarrass the nation, because there is only one thing I can do and it’s not this. I can’t be sexy. I don’t have good ideas. And maybe they’re right! I don’t have the charisma to pull this off. My fans are going to hate it, because it’s not the person they wanted to support—” There was nothing you could do except keep going, like a faucet running, and Bada let you, “—I can’t even wear what I want. My visual board was cybercore inspired. I had a red PVC two piece outfit custom-made, but they put me in a pink dress and ballet shoes.” You added, horrified; not at the clothes, but at the clear disconnect between your team and you.
Bada, who was nodding along to your words with a serious expression up until that point, chuckled at your words, thumbs still catching tears. “Well I always thought you looked like a pretty princess, but that’s indeed a bit on the nose.”
The follow-up to your rant died in your throat, eyes widening at her words. Your brain was short circuiting. “You think I’m pretty?”
The taller girl scoffed at that, brows furrowing. “I can’t believe you just asked me that.”
“Why?” You asked, genuinely.
For a moment she gawked at you, deep in thought and searching your face for insincerity. Bada was unable to find it.
“It’s not the only thing I think of you.”
Something about the atmosphere in the room changed when she spoke, and you almost forgot why you were upset in the first place. She carefully tucked your hair behind your ears, her eyes staring into yours unblinkingly. It reminded you of the way she had looked at you during practice days prior, when you had pulled her close by her collar for the first time. Her attention on you was suffocating, but you were glad to be drowning.
You sucked in your lower lip for a split second, releasing it, and waited with bated breath for her to continue. Her eyes dropped immediately, following your movements. She slid one hand down to the crook of your neck, slowly, the tips of her fingers tracing along your skin and leaving shivers in their wake; her other hand curled under your chin with a loose grip, tilting your head back slightly. Your head felt so heavy you could only lean in closer, wanting more of something you couldn’t even put in words.
But as always with Bada, she seemed to know what you wanted before you could open your mouth and ask for it. She closed the distance, brushing her lips against yours in a soft peck, and it was when you realized she was also holding her breath.
Her thumb trailed along your jawline, breath fanning over your lips. “Is this okay?” She asked quietly. You placed your hands on her thighs to brace yourself, your own lightheadedness overwhelming you, and nodded.
There was a shadow of a smirk on her lips when she kissed you a second time; lips connected with more force this time before gliding together in tandem. She tilted your head to get impossibly closer to you, her hand moving from your chin to tangle her fingers into your hair and cradling the back of your head. When her lips parted and closed around your bottom lip, nipping eagerly, you inadvertently let out a soft noise at the warmth of it all which only seemed to spur her on further.
You curled your hands into the front of her shirt as her back straightened, crowding around you as if her goal was to subdue, the trampoline creaking underneath your shared weight. She seemed to relish in overpowering you, inhaling sharply through her nose when you parted your mouth for her further.
You felt the tentative prod of her tongue, and accepted. The wetness made you shiver as she swallowed your quiet gasps. The hand that was previously nestled against your neck slid lower, began exploring along the curve of your waist and feeling the bare skin your crop top couldn’t reach to hide.
She parted the kiss, and you let out a soft whine. Biting her lip in an attempt to hide her smile, but ultimately failing, her eyes were drinking you in. You could only imagine what you looked like as even Bada was flushed all over, chest heaving from excitement. Then, as if she was reading your mind, her eyes glanced over to the mirror in front of you.
Bada shifted her position behind you, running her fingers through your hair before ultimately placing her palm against the other side of your waist. Steadily, as if she were correcting a move during practice, she turned your body to face the mirror. At this rate you simply accepted the effect she had on you, and wordlessly obeyed her ministrations. She planted her feet on the floor, long legs on either side of you; and ultimately caged you in, nestling her chin into the crook of your neck. Her eyes never left the mirror.
She brushed some of your hair over your shoulder as if she were propping up a doll, and spoke in a hushed voice: “Look at yourself.”
The sight made you feel all the more dizzy. Through half-lidded eyes you barely recognized your own reflection; hair slightly mussed and lips swollen and lovebitten. Someone did that to you. Bada did that to you.
The taller girl, pressed up against you, placed a kiss on your shoulder, fingers running up and down your body and making the hairs on your arms stand straight in exhilaration. You loved the way she touched you, how it made you feel; as if she was tracing the lines on an art piece. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered against your shoulder, “people would kill to see you like this.”
The honesty in her voice made something in your stomach roll. “Bada…” You began, but you didn’t even know what you wanted to say.
“You have no idea how other people look at you.” Her hands cradled the small of your waist, fingertips digging into your hips. “So let me show you how they look at you.”
She began kissing up your shoulder, soft and warm presses of her lips, before parting her mouth against your neck with a tangible hunger that left you sighing. You tilted your head to the side to give her more room and every inch you freed, she swarmed eagerly. Her tongue swirled against a patch of skin, hand flattening on your lower stomach as the other traced higher and higher, along your ribcage, before inquisitive fingertips moved under the hem of your top. As she sucked a mark onto your skin, you clenched your thighs together at the familiar sensation between your legs. Your eyes slowly fell shut as she crept up higher, lips pressing right below your earlobe with a barely-there hum.
She whispered: “Keep looking at yourself.”
You obeyed bashfully, right when Bada reattached her lips to your skin. She had been tracing lines along the hem of your sports bra, enthralled with the way you shivered in her grasp, before slipping a hand under; her hand was warm as she kneaded your breast, but your nipples stiffened at the sensation all the same. You pushed out your chest to convey your delectation, and she rewarded you by sinking her teeth into your skin. Suddenly, with a swift movement, both her hands hoisted up the hem of your top and bra, and pulled it upwards, your breasts releasing from its confines. The cold air made them perk up and Bada’s hands cupped the underside.
She detached her lips from your skin with a wet sound before looking up at the mirror, taking you in with her saliva-slicked mouth agape.
“So pretty,” Bada muttered, bringing your breasts a little higher, “Are you sensitive here?” She wondered loudly before tracing her thumbs right below your nipples. Once again your legs squeezed together, feeling yourself throb from excitement, and Bada picked up on the hint with a wide smile. “You are.”
In your reflection you saw Bada bring her fingers up to your mouth, thumb pressing down on your bottom lip imploringly, and you opened your mouth. She slipped her digit past, pushing it back against your tongue and you sucked obediently. Her eyes were drilling into yours through your reflection, enthralled by how pliant you were under her care.
You released the digit with a wet ‘pop’ and Bada promptly brought it to your nipple, rubbing it in circular motions as her other hand continued to knead your other breast. A quiet moan escaped you, chest rising into her touch and Bada giggled, pressing another kiss on your shoulder. Your own hands ached to touch her, but she kept you firmly locked between her legs; instead you squeezed her upper thighs, feeling her shapes through the baggy cargo she was sporting.
“Give me a kiss.” She commanded, and you immediately twisted your neck to capture her lips.
It was all teeth, wet noises echoing through the room as your tongue swirled against hers; the taller girl groaning into your mouth at the sheer force you exerted. She gave your nipples a pinch before rubbing her fingers over them repeatedly, and she swallowed your breathless moans greedily. You dug your nails into her thighs as she cupped your breasts again, her tongue slipping out of your mouth to trail along your bottom lip instead. Your head was chanting her name, getting drunk on the near delirious attention she gave you. Tilting your head back even further, you connected your lips again even though the angle was uncomfortable. You were starting to feel desperate, hips lightly rocking back against the firmness of her body as Bada sucked down on your tongue.
One of her hands released your breast and trailed down the expanse of your stomach, once again breaking the kiss and instead opt to look at you in the mirror. Her fingers found the knot of your joggers as your eyes met in the reflection, and she pulled on the string; untying it.
“Okay?” Bada inquired meaningfully, and you nodded much faster than you intended. “Let me hear you say it.” The tone of her voice, which was otherwise so gentle and quiet, made your full body shiver.
“I want it.” You spoke breathlessly, squirming impatiently between her legs as her fingers finally slipped down your pants.
She trailed along the sweatband of your underpants before cupping your heat over the fabric, fingers pressing against your folds inquisitively. Her eyes never left yours, quietly measuring your reactions. Unwittingly your thighs clamped around her wrist, breath hitching in your throat as she began to caress you with a touch so gentle it didn’t fit the precarious position you both were in.
“You’re so wet.” Bada spoke coyly, smirking at the way your eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. She began rubbing circles over your covered folds, feeling your wetness spread as if on command. Your breathing turned into whining, subconsciously grinding back against her hand.
She removed her hand much to your distress, until you realized what she wanted: Bada began tugging the fabric of both your joggers and underpants down as far as she could, before giving your hip a commanding pat. You raised your hips to assist her ministrations, and she pulled the clothing down past your knees before you kicked them off fully.
Your thighs were pressed together when you got back in place and suddenly felt self-conscious at how exposed you were despite your own eagerness. Bada wasn’t having it: her eyes were taking in your figure, hands immediately coming down to smooth along your thighs. Then, she squeezed tightly and wrenched your thighs wide apart, making you expose yourself for her. Before you could instinctively close them, her long legs hooked over your ankles, forcefully keeping them in place. All of it only made you throb harder.
“You don’t want to know how often I’ve been thinking about this these past few days.” Her hands smoothing along your sides in marvel, cupping your breasts once more. The tip of her nose pressed against the shell of your ear. “How many times I’ve watched those recordings and imagined you, exactly like this.” Her fingers fit into your mouth once again, and you sucked on them, letting your tongue swirl along the digits as if you were starving for it. “I think I lost count.”
Her confession made you moan around her fingers, shivers running down your spine. She scooted back ever so slightly, pulling your hips back with her unoccupied hand until it was the angle she needed, and then dropped it between your legs. Her fingers spread your folds and she sucked in a breath, completely mesmerized by your reflection. You were still swallowing around her fingers and she hummed encouragingly, hand cupping your vagina and spreading your wetness across your heat.
She removed her fingers from your mouth and you caught your breath, fingers digging into her upper thighs as you braced yourself. As one hand kept your folds spread, the other, spit-slicked, began rubbing slow circles against you. You gasped at the sensation, mumbling her name in amazement. You raised your hand to the back of her head; grabbing a hold of her braid to simply have a hold of something, but it earned you a particularly sweet noise from the girl behind you. Your hips rocked back against her movements trying to find more friction in the right place, and Bada slowly sped up, moving her wrist up and down to try and find the spot that did it for you. Her lips pressed against the back of your neck so tenderly, and something about the dichotomy between that and the way she was touching you between your legs made your eyes roll back; lids closing as you thrusted back against her hand.
You didn’t understand how she was able to build up to that familiar knot in your stomach so soon, and it almost made you feel embarrassed, until you realized Bada was savoring every second of it. Her eyes never left your form, as if she were studying just another choreography, lips parted in an awestruck way. You had long foregone the urge to keep quiet, vocalizing exactly what she was doing to you: You let a particularly loud moan leave you when she rubbed along your most sensitive spot. Trying to pull more sounds from you, she pressed against your clit with more force and rubbed faster. Your hips could only chase her touch as your lower stomach constricted.
Bada brought her hand up to her own lips and lapped at her fingers, effectively pausing her motions for a split second and thus drawing a broken whine from you; both because her hand wasn’t where you needed it to be and also because she had no qualms about having you in her mouth. It didn’t last long: she hushed you soothingly as she put her hand back where you felt it belonged and used the added wetness to add faster friction against your clit. Your head rolled back and you tugged at her braid, pulling an attractive groan from the girl behind you.
You weren’t far away anymore. Your lower stomach was unbearably tight with desire and you were a gyrating, frantic mess against her hand while her fingers rubbed against you in vertical swipes, her name falling from your lips repeatedly as if you were reciting a prayer.
You managed to utter an “I’m close”, and Bada crowded against you before you could start begging her for release. “Come for me.” She demanded, and then immediately captured your mouth in a desperate kiss, teeth clashing together while she drank your sweet moans.
As if on cue, the tension in your stomach imploded and you gave her braid a sharp pull. You gasped into her mouth, no longer kissing each other but rather breathing each other's air, as your orgasm rippled through you.
You felt your whole body quiver and shake in pleasure as Bada led you through your release, thighs trembling despite the hold the choreographer’s legs had on you. Her fingers hadn’t left your core, but the rubbing slowed down until you were gasping at the overstimulation, yet unwilling to make her hands leave you. As if she read your mind her movements came to a halt, but she pressed her palm against you; almost possessively. She planted kisses along the side of your throat, whispering praises against your skin as you caught your breath.
Once you had the rise and fall of your chest under control, her arms curled around your waist in a fond embrace, and you turned your head to look directly at her. She had already been staring at you, meeting your eyes with a bashful smile. The two of you laughed at each other, and Bada pressed your foreheads together.
“That,” You mumbled, eyes falling shut as you relished in her open affection: “Was amazing, thank you.”
“Was happy to do it.” She responded playfully, rubbing the tip of your noses together affectionately.
“Will this happen every time I get self-deprecating?”
“I definitely intend to do this more often, but you could also just ask nicely.” Bada retorted with a smirk before pecking your lips. You giggled, putting your hands over hers and leaning back into the embrace.
After several more shared kisses and hushed whispers, both of you decided to get a move on: you were starting to get cold in your exposed state so Bada urged you to get up. She helped you step back in your clothes, a smug self-satisfied grin never leaving her face when she noticed the unsteady wobble in your legs.
When you pulled your bra and top back over your breasts, Bada pouted. You gave her a playful shove but she caught your arms instead, bringing them around her neck as her own enveloped your waist.
“Wanna grab dinner?” Her eyes were round and hopeful.
“I would love that.” You replied, and gave her a kiss.
As the both of you tidied up the practice room and gathered your things, Bada listing off food suggestions in the background, your eyes slid to the table at the front of the room.
A familiar device remained perched on the edge, a small green light lighting up proudly.
“Hey, Bada.”
“Hm?”
“Camera’s still recording.”
She stumbled over looking mortified, snatching the device off the table and rewinding haphazardly.
“Oh, fuck.”
#bada lee x reader#swf2#bada lee#bada lee smut#street woman fighter 2#dalla!writes#im sorry in advance bhahaha#idk what i did
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{୨୧} Why are people attracted to you? + a Quote
ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ Pick a Pile ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ
i listen to music while doing pac, so i decided to put down lyrics down that i feel are important to the specific pile. let me know if it resonates!
i was listening to the miseducation of lauryn hill by lauryn hill
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。°⚠︎°。follow your intuition when choosing a pile. if you're drawn to more than one pile, that's okay! you may have messages in more than one.
。°⚠︎°。tarot readings are not 100% accurate, and do not dictate your future. please keep in mind that you have free will. these readings are also general and aren't specific to one person, so please take what resonates and leave what doesn't!
Pile 1
"you might win some but you just lost one"
People are drawn to your positive energy, admiring your ability to shake off negativity swiftly. It's possible, however, that you've encountered manipulative individuals offering empty promises and taking without giving. This may have hindered you from stepping out of your comfort zone to pursue your desires. You're likely someone who wears their heart on their sleeve, exuding compassion and love. Unfortunately, others may have taken advantage of your generosity, and Spirit suggests establishing stronger boundaries to protect your energy. Whether in friendships or romantic relationships, be discerning. Your commitment to connections is evident, yet you're also keenly aware when something impedes your potential. While you invest deeply, you won't hesitate to walk away when necessary, although this decision may take time. Your dedication, primarily to yourself, is apparent to those around you. Despite being caring and open-hearted, you refuse to let anything keep you in a low vibrational state for long. You're determined to rise above challenges, trusting in the universe to deliver what you deserve. You possess significant aspirations, and people admire your refusal to succumb to those who may want to limit you. Your persistence and determination resonate with others who see you as an inspiration. Your creative side, though possibly overlooked by yourself, is a gift meant to be shared with the world. The universe encourages you to press on, assuring you that your journey is not in vain. Even if you're grappling with recent departures or energy-draining situations, the universe urges you to persevere. Acknowledge your self-worth and creative talents, recognizing that your journey inspires those who witness your strength during difficult times. Your energy, though not always consciously recognized, radiates strongly, attracting people who genuinely appreciate you. Embrace your worth, rise above negativity, and trust that your dedication will lead you to the success you envision. The universe is continuously supporting your journey.
Pile 2
"girls, you better watch out, some guys are only about- that thing"
Oh dear, it seems you may have encountered individuals drawn to your physical allure, making false promises of mutual connection while harboring ulterior motives. Your captivating and welcoming nature, combined with a lack of boundaries, can attract those who see an opportunity to engage with your vibrant energy. These individuals, often described as energy vampires, thrive on noncommittal behavior, utilizing others for their own gain and enjoying the thrill of the game. The universe is sending a clear message: establish boundaries with yourself. Not everyone deserves access to your fiery energy that breathes life into everything you touch. Fight for yourself, my love, and refrain from giving everything away indiscriminately. Recognize that your fire is a precious gift, not to be played with by those who lack sincerity and maturity. By setting boundaries, you shield yourself from burnout and unlock your full potential. Your generosity, showcased in your gifts and love, is admirable, but it's crucial to discern who truly deserves your precious energy. People may desire your warmth and affection, but establishing boundaries is key to maintaining the authenticity of your connections. The universe assures you that you can manifest the deep, meaningful relationships you dream of. Despite any doubts, know that you are deserving of love and the companionship you seek. Upholding boundaries is not a hindrance but a declaration of self-worth. Rebuild your self-confidence and continue the journey of self-protection. As you assert your needs and stand up for yourself, you will attract those who genuinely appreciate and reciprocate the love and energy you offer. Trust in the process, my dear, and believe in the love and friendships that align with the standards you set for yourself.
Pile 3
"forgive them father for they know not what they do"
Pile 3, you emanate the essence of a healer. Whether in a profession that involves assisting others or simply through your natural inclination to help, people are drawn to your compassionate nature. Your emotional maturity sets you apart, allowing you to discern when situations aren't working and find compromises without resorting to chaos. As a leader in your own right, you stand firmly in your power, not reliant on others to pave your way. Individuals seek your counsel, finding solace in your wise advice. Your maturity is a beacon that attracts those tired of drama and dysfunction, as you offer a refreshing and comforting energy. You have the ability to make people feel welcome, particularly those who tend to isolate themselves. Your presence infuses life and joy, uplifting those who may be struggling. Your positivity is infectious, creating a ripple effect of happiness. Even if you possess a hint of shyness, your radiant inner light shines brightly, capturing the admiration of those around you. Your beauty, both inside and out, is truly remarkable. People are enamored by your ability to bring happiness to any situation, transforming the energy of those who may be feeling lonely or disheartened. In your presence, gloom transforms into light, and you serve as the beacon that lifts the spirits of those around you. Your light is not only captivating but also transformative, making you the radiant center of any group. People are undeniably attracted to the positive, calm, and surreal energy you exude. You are, without a doubt, the light that others are drawn to, and your presence has a profound impact on those fortunate enough to be around you.
#intuitive readings#tarot reading#pac reading#pac tarot#pick a pile#pick a card reading#tarot pac#pac readings#pick a card tarot#pick a gif
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Or Nah (dom!abby, sub!reader)
Abby Anderson 100% loves to fuck to music
She tries to focus on the lyrics, her hips moving to the beat of the music wanting you to last longer but fuck the way you were squeezing her strap so tight, made you sound so fucking good.
She buries her face into your neck kissing all the right spots as she tries to pound with the beat, promising she will make you feel so good as she speeds her pace up “fuck mama.. such a good girl”
She gets closer faltering on tempo just a bit to let you know she’s getting close.
The strap is so fucking big, and she is moving her hips like the world is about to end if she can’t get you to come first.
She starts mumbling filthy nothings pathetically into your ear as he lazily drags a hand down your stomach to rub tight circles on your puffy clit.
You don’t even know when you both started cumming, her strap was filling you hard and deep as white slick ran down her thighs beneath the strap, but you didn’t want her to stop just yet.
A chill runs down your spine as you feel her exhale a strangled breath, your fluids leaking out of you as you come down from your high, leaving a milky ring around the base of her cock, so caught up in the euphoria that she forgot to pull it out.
Another song starts playing she grabs your hips as the thought of fucking you to it has her thrusting back and forth in you.
(Okey so I got bored and just Abby to this song is so pussy aching so yeah. If you have any requests just let me know)
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kinda famous - d.s
summary: after your debut album charts in the top 100, you somehow get invited to the obx3 premiere. you went there to make connections- but maybe not the exact kind you ended up leaving with.
wc: 2.6k
tags/warnings: no warnings! just a meet-cute :), drew x musician!reader
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February 16th, 2023
Not a day went by this past year where you didn't consider yourself incredibly lucky. Your debut album saw some medial success, landing you in the Spotify top one hundred with the help of a TikTok trend to some of the lyrics from your first single. You could hardly believe it was real, sometimes. What always helped, however, is having connections.
Your best friend was a makeup artist to the stars. Working on movies like Avatar and even a few marvel films, but most notably and most recently, she's been working with Madelyn Cline. They've taken a liking to each other, having been in touch about every event, shoot, and movie she's been working on in hopes of having her new friend styling her look for the occasion. Luckily for you, your best friend is your number one fan- and hardly ever does she have a client who isn't forced to sit through your album while she's blending out the makeup on their faces or curling their hair.
Madelyn, apparently, had taken a liking to it. In the words of your best friend, "She was just gushing over it! She requests your music every time she's in my chair. I swear." So that, is how you ended up at the OBX3 premiere, shaking hands with one of the most beautiful actresses of your generation while she complimented both your dress and your music.
"I am seriously such a big fan. B/F/N put me on and I am literally obsessed." Madelyn smiles, dropping your hand.
"Oh my god, you're such a sweetheart- stop." You laugh, waving her off.
She smiles and leans in, resting her hand on your shoulder as she whispers in your ear. "Between us, I can't confirm anything just yet, but I'm working on getting you a soundtrack offer for season four."
You gasp, your hands flying up to cover your mouth to hide your shock. "No- you're literally joking!"
The blonde smiles and shakes her head, giggling and clapping her hands together excitedly. "We all listen to you on set- it's growing on the producers I think."
"Oh my god- Obviously I am so down! Allegedly, of course." You smile, winking at her.
"Yes, of course, Allegedly." She laughs, matching your wink. "I have to run, but we'll jump in for some photos together on the carpet, yeah?" Madelyn grins, giving you a quick hug and brushing past you in the direction of the curtain where everyone lines up for photos.
Feeling absolutely giddy, you're quick to lift your dress and shuffle over to the makeup room, where B/F/N was still working with some other clients doing some touch ups. "Oh my god!" You smile as you approach her chair, where she's just wiping up. You cringe internally at the sound of your music playing over her desk speaker, hearing the way you swore that the man you wrote this song about was the love of your life, and you'd be a fool to let him go. It wasn't long after the release that you ended up having to, discovering he was cheating on you with a girl from his hometown.
"Y/N! Hey girl! Did you get to talk to Mads?" She asks, looking back at you over her shoulder.
"Yes! And I have some serious tea to tell you later. Well- not serious, but good! It's definitely tea." You explain vaguely, knowing she'll understand.
"Yay! Okay, we'll debrief after." She nods. "Did you talk to anyone else?"
You instantly shake your head as she turns to face you. "God, no, I'm petrified." She doesn't answer, holding her finger up in your face and digging through her kit and pulling out a brush.
"Look up." She says, pointing to the ceiling and you oblige as she touches up the shadow under your eyes and brushes away some flaked mascara while she talks. "You need to. You've got to make some more connections- I can't carry you forever." She teases, placing the brush back in her belt when she's done. "They're a lovely cast, trust me."
You nod a little, taking a deep breath. "I just like... don't know what to do. Do I just walk around and talk to people?"
"That's the beauty of it! You're already doing it. Just show that stunning face of yours to the cameras with this beautiful dress, smile, make small talk, and opportunity will fall into your lap. I know you- everyone will love you regardless." She muses, quickly adjusting the waistline of your dress. "And report back to me- of course."
"You're not gonna come? I want some pictures with you. The world needs to see the artist behind this face." You grin, gesturing to your face of makeup and wiggling your eyebrows.
"Yes, of course." She giggles, smacking your shoulder playfully. "I'll change and come find you."
You smile and clap your hands together, bouncing in your heels. "Let's go together! I think I have to because I'm basically your plus one."
"No- absolutely not." She dismisses you quickly, closing up part of her kit and doing some quick organization. "You, my dearest Y/N, need to prove your independence in the industry. Just because you put out your Lover Era album doesn't mean you can't stand proudly on your own after the breakup. Your energy will draw all the cute boys to you. I just know it." She jokes at the end, but you know she's serious about her sentiment.
Your breakup wasn't fresh anymore- she was right. It didn't hurt and keep you up all night over heartache that you had assumed would never get better. You're thriving now, you feel like yourself again. "That's not why I'm here and you know that." You giggle.
"Of course not... It just would be a nice bonus." She shrugs. "Now shoo! You're distracting me. I'll see you in a few." She pushes you away, winking at you before returning to her cleanup duties.
You take a few breathes as you turn around, making a conscious effort to smile as you walk over to the curtain where crew is organizing people and sending them out onto the carpet.
Luckily, you spot the bar not far away, and quickly make your way over to grab a quick glass of wine before you have to step out. You try to sip on it casually, not wanting to draw attention to yourself, but craving the buzz and freedom that comes with being a little tipsy around strangers.
"You're Y/N L/N, right?" Someone approaches you, and you quickly turn to the source of the voice.
"Yes, that's me." You smile, securing your glass in one hand before holding out your hand to shake. The woman takes it, smiling politely as she shakes it.
"Lovely. We're ready for you whenever, just go check in with that lovely gentleman by the curtain and you're free to walk when you're ready." The woman smiles, quickly taking off to go deal with more crew business.
You lean back against the bar, nursing your drink still and glancing in the direction of the dressing rooms and hoping your best friend would walk out in time to join you. You give it another minute as you finish your drink, feeling adequately warmed by the alcohol in your system before approaching the curtain.
"Hey! Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N." You greet the man with the clip board and he nods, giving you a thumbs up and holding the curtain back for you to step out. You take deep breaths and focus on smiling (and not tripping) as you take the few extra paces behind a wall before you'll be in view of the many cameras you can already see flashing at the cast and their friends standing already in their full view. You hear lots of voices as you walk up, but they somehow get a million times louder as you step into the lights.
This isn't your first red carpet, but it is your first premiere. Besides the backdrop curtain, they have a variety of props from the show, including the Twinkie itself, making you giddy with excitement. You make a mental note to yourself to not leave without a picture of you behind the wheel for your instagram.
"Y/N! Look over here!" You hear a dozen voiced calling your name and you decide your best move is to smile and wave, stopping and placing one hand on your hip and just glancing across the whole crowd of camera men and interviewers behind the small fence. You give it a few moments to capture hopefully enough photos for their portfolios before an interviewer pulls you over to chat with them.
"Y/N! So nice to meet you. You look absolutely stunning!" They grin, shaking your hand and holding the mic up to your lips.
"Hello! And thank you so much! It's lovely to meet you too. What's your name?" You ask, smiling at them and giving a quick wave to the cameras still flashing in your face as they record you with one closer up.
"I'm Noah. I'm with Netflix just documenting everyone here tonight." He grins. "So, we were all excited to hear you would be coming tonight! Are you a fan of the show?"
"Oh my god, I'm a huge fan." You gush, looking around at the other people on the carpet. "I was just so lucky to be invited- I was ecstatic when I got the invitation from Madelyn. So nervous, though. So, so nervous."
"I can't imagine!" He chuckles, agreeing with you. "If it makes you feel any better, we've heard from a few members of the cast that they were looking forward to meeting you."
"That does actually help a lot, thank you." You giggle, a blush covering your cheeks. "You mind telling me who, though? I'd love to know who wants to talk to me and who I should probably not bother." You joke.
"Oh, nobody to avoid here. This is one of the nicest casts I've ever worked with." Noah assures you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "That being said, the boys seemed extra keen." He winks, making you laugh.
"Oh god, okay, I'll keep that in mind." You go along with it, looking around and seeing the rest of the cast goofing off a little ways away.
"So, I have to ask, Y/N- keep in mind you don't have to answer if you don't want to, about your breakup- how are you doing? Your album is absolutely amazing, you told a beautiful story, but we've all heard about what happened afterwards." He says, and you glance down nervously, trying to maintain your smile as best you can.
"Yeah, totally. Uh-" You pause for a second. Your ex has never been in the public eye- you were highschool sweethearts, which gave your album a sense of purity and authenticity that was almost rare in modern music. With that, however, comes a responsibility to keep him out of public scandal in the fallout of the albums success. "I am doing really well. I believe my ex is as well. Of course he was always a huge inspiration for me, and he always supported me and my dreams, so I know he's still cheering me on, which is a nice feeling." You nod, smiling as Noah drops his arm from around your shoulders, patting your back.
“Well, you’re stronger than I am because I would want him to be punching the air right now.” Noah laughs.
“No! God, no, I’d never want that for him. I wish him all the success in the world, which just means something different for both of-“ You try to explain, when you get bumped from behind and stumble slightly forward. You let out a little squeak and try to turn to look what happened when someone steadies you by your waist.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to knock you there.” A man chuckles, making sure you’re steady before letting you go. You’re met with blue eyes that reflect the lights and the matching colour of his suit just beautifully, and you quickly recognize him as Rafe- quickly racking your brain for the actors name. Drew- yes. That’s it.
“No! No you’re fine- I was in the way.” You say sheepishly, laughing it off and adjusting your dress again.
“Drew, Welcome back! While I’ve got you both here,” Noah says, holding the microphone up to him as he nods, leaning down a little in anticipation of the question. “Have you listened to Y/N’s album? We were just talking about it.”
Drew nods, smiling and locking eyes with you again briefly. “Yes, of course. It’s both Maddie’s favourites right now, they’ve always got it playing on set. If it wasn’t so good I’d be sick of it.” He chuckles.
“Aw- thank you!” You grin. “Thanks for listening even if it’s against your will.” Your eyes connect again and you feel yourself blushing once more, he just has this aura about him that shows he’s really listening and really cares what you have to say. “Not to plug it here or anything, but we’re almost at ten million streams on spotify so I’m feeling really proud of it, it truly was a passion project for me. Sorry…” You explain, looking back at the interviewer again, trailing off when you realize you’re acting selfishly.
“No, don’t apologize. You worked hard on it- you deserve to talk about it.” Drew cuts in before Noah can speak. “Everyone stream it- you won’t regret it.” He says, pointing to the camera.
“Yes, absolutely.” Noah agrees. “We won’t take up any more of your time, but I’ll let you know we’re all looking forward to your next album already.” He smiles, giving you a quick hug.
“Thank you!” You wave as him and his crew are quick to move onto someone else. You take a deep breath, turning and jumping slightly when you see Drew still standing there, looking down at you as you clasp your hand against your chest. “Oh, gosh. I didn’t know you were still there.” You giggle, quickly adjusting your hair.
“Sorry.” Drew chuckles, holding his hand out to you. “We haven’t properly met. I’m Drew. Or you might know me as Rafe, I guess.”
You smile, taking his hand and shaking it. “Y/N. You might know me as the girl who got cheated on right after releasing an album about how amazing her relationship is.”
This makes him laugh, dropping his head back as he lets go of your hand. “Hey, it’s good to have a sense of humour about it I guess.” He says, locking eyes with you again. His charisma is truly captivating- it’s rare you meet someone in the Hollywood scene who seems to care about anyone other than themselves.
“I’m coping.” You shrug, laughing it off with him.
“Let’s grab a few pictures together, then maybe a drink?” Drew suggests, guiding you back towards where the rest of the cast was taking photos with the beat-up van parked on the carpet. “I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
“Yeah! Yeah- thank you.” You smile, glancing over your shoulder and seeing your best friend stepping out. She quickly waved at you, giving you an excited look and a thumbs up, which you return behind his back.
No doubt the pictures of this moment will embarrass you tomorrow, but at least the debrief with your best friend in the uber home will have a lot of good things to cover.
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college boyfriend! ☆ stray kids hyung line.
stray kids hyung line x gn! reader.
contains: fluff, headcanons. no warnings ahead!
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BANG CHAN...
majors in music. he's set on being a sound engineer, thus spending hours in the music lab. if he doesn't answer your texts for hours, you know where to find him. just head to the music lab and you'll find him writing lyrics. (that are most likely inspired by you!)
we've all established this but this man overworks, alright. forgets about the concept of time. you'd have to bring him lunch and drag him out by dinner. because if you don't, this man will panic when he sees the clock strike 10 pm and nobody's in the campus. even more panic when he remembers he has an eight a.m class the next day.
god forbid if you're the one studying too much though... not under his watch! he’ll make sure you have all your three meals! remembers your class schedule, even your exam schedule. takes you for rewards after your study sessions. ice cream at the closest froyo store, croffles at the campus cafe... you name it!
your full time driver. he would not let you walk! not under his watch! grocery runs, doctor's appointment, club activity... your faculty is a ten minute walk from your dorm, yet he will insist on driving you to your faculty. if you insist on reducing carbon emissions — he’ll gladly walk with you.
would 100% gift you a bike to go to class with too. chan would do anything in his power to make life easier for you. whether it be driving you anywhere you want, ordering food for you, or even make a doctor’s appointment for you — he does these little things just to ease some burden off you.
he's a great study buddy. you're guaranteed to get your work done with him. he'd slip in encouraging notes between your text book pages, and would grab a quick snack between sessions. if he sees you get too stressed, he'll take your hand and soothingly rub them as he whispers encouraging words.
LEE KNOW...
biggest tease, truly! the kind of boyfriend to stick his tongue out at you when you walk past him in the corridors.
doesn't mean he's not a softie as well! sometimes he’d cook you lunch boxes, especially for the days where you have non stop classes. yes, he loves being a pain in your ass, but he also loves you <3 would do anything to see the joy in your face as he hands you a lunchbox <3
he enjoys doing chores with you. whether it be buying groceries, or doing the laundry at the laundromat, he enjoys having you as company as he does them. it's a sunday routine for the two of you to get groceries together, then do your laundry. the day ends with him making dinner for the two of you.
minho would take you on walks, in pursuit of stray cats. he'd bring some treats along, and feed any strays you both find in the neighbourhood. this happens so often, that the neighbourhood ladies have grown fond of the two of you!
overtime, you'd end up adopting a cat with him. it just couldn't be helped! the sweet kitten keeps on following the two of you... how could minho not take it home? lets you name the cat just to see you happy.
also i feel like he'd get twitter just to slander you. picture this, you wake up on a random day and see a twitter notification. turns out it's just your boyfriend mentioning you in a tweet that says something like, "y/n stinks." it's fun to him.
occasionally tags you in pictures of cats and bunnies though.
SEO CHANGBIN...
such a dependable boyfriend, truly.
car broke down? call him, he'll know what to do. forgot to print out your assignments? e-mail him the file and sit tight, he'll print them out for you. the sink is leaking? he knows who to call. he's a dependable boyfriend, willing to do anything for you.
though dependable, he absolutely loves being babied. finds the most comfort in holding you.
just finished class? he's calling for u to come over and cuddle. he just got back from the gym? going straight to your dorm to cuddle. he is touch starved and you need to entertain him.
takes you out for shopping sprees! it's okay if your money is tight for the month, his credit card exists for a reason. for you to abuse of course! if you refuse, he'll say that it's reward for studying today.
sometimes you'll randomly receive a package by the door and it's from him. your eyes would linger at an item for a second longer and he'd immediately buy it and have it sent to you.
he's the type of person to visit his family every weekend. no, you won't find him in his dorm on a saturday. he had most likely drove to his parents' for the weekend. overtime, when you get more serious in your relationship, he'd take you to his weekly visits home.
brings you to his mama and would adoringly watch you cook with her.
if there's a weekend he comes home and you don't, his mother will literally ask for you. so you might as well just visit every weekend!
it's okay because weekends spent at his = less money to spend on food.
HWANG HYUNJIN...
roommates to lovers trope
how could he not fall in love with you, his roommate who’s so sweet, and so caring?
a shy boyfriend, yet he doesn't shy away from little gestures of affection in public! holds your hand as you stroll, also fond of putting his hand in your back pocket. he'd happily wait by your lecture hall, a cup of your favourite drink in hand. imagine him in a varsity jacket, hair a little messy, leaning against the wall as he waits for you to finish your lecture. as soon as he spots you, you’d see his eyes turn just a little brighter, and his smile growing a tad bit bigger.
memorizes your schedule by heart. him texting: “you in economics right now? it ends in ten minutes, right? i’ll bring your favourite drink <3” is a normal occurence.
all of your friends adore him. how could they not? he’s shy, respectful, and treats you well. buys you flowers for no reason. you’ll come home and see a bouquet of fresh flowers in a vase, with a cute little note from him <3 would doodle in the note too hehe.
impromptu dates, always! he’d wake you up from a nap and show you that he already set up an indoors picnic. a blanket sprawled in the living room, with your favorite snacks lined up. brings you to a flower field he discovered on a random monday, after class.
hyunjin's the type of boyfriend that would walk around with you, in search of new places you can call your spot. so far, he has three “our spot”, them being a flower field, a cafe that’s a hidden gem, and a secluded table by a window in the college library.
shares his clothes with you. you share a house together, might as well just mix the laundry and freely use each other’s clothes! pull up to college in a sweatshirt of his, and he’ll coo and call you his sweet angel. still gets butterflies every time he sees you in his clothes!! which is pretty much everyday!! still!! he thinks you look so cute in them.
if your jackets don’t fit him, he’ll just tie them around his waist. just wants a piece of you with him, really.
he’s an art major. you’re consistently his subject of art, especially when the assignment is a portrait! uses his assignments as an excuse to paint you. the reward is kisses.
listening to music together in the train to campus. one earbud in his ear, another in yours. you two thrive in comfortable silence, just leaning against each other as soft music plays in your ears.
slow dancing sessions to relieve stress. just swaying with him in the living room, the sound of your giggles filling in the atmosphere.
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hi!
okokokok, what about the reader completely friend-zoning peter.
like peter is completely infatuated with nad tells her that he really likes her, but the reader's like "aww i like you a lot too! your like a brother to me"
basically the reader is oblivious to the fact that peter parker has a massive crush on them. :)
no pressure obviously but i just think that would be rly cute,
luv ya!
-victoria
✧.* STUCK BY THE GLUE.
— summary : peter was confessing his love to you, though you didn't quite get the message.
— word count : 0,6k
— warnings : all fluff, oblivious!reader, teasing, friends to lovers, cheesy confessions, a kiss, happy ending because i'm soooooooo nice😝😝😛😛😛
a/n : i did gn!reader btw i hope thats ok!!!! some of the confession stuff are inspired by beabadoobee lyrics.
"what about.. number 13?" you ask.
you and peter have just finished a long week of tests. which means you now have to bombard peter with thousands of questions about his answers.
"uh, i answered b. i think." he replies, unpacking the books from his bag.
you blink, you were pretty sure you answered d. and knowing peter answered b, you were pretty sure you got that one wrong.
"do you think mr. anderson will still give me a point? because a 'd' is basically a 'b' but backwards." you explain.
"maybe, mr. anderson will probably give you a pity point." he replies, still unpacking the books from his bag. you were sitting on the edge of his bed, "i don't think mr. anderson is capable of feeling pity for anyone."
"don't think about it too much. i think you did good on your tests. i mean, you did have the best tutor." he smiles — "oh yeah! how could i forget, jimmy neutron is my tutor."
"okay. rude." he puts his hand on his chest, letting out a dramatic gasp. "what? you have brown hair, you make weird gadgets, and you're abnormally smart." you shrug.
"that's bullying."
"is calling people smart bullying now?"
"when you say it, yes. you're lucky i love you." he sits next to you.
you smile at the L word. though you were 100% sure he meant it platonically. that's what friends do, right?
"you're not gonna say it back?" he pouts.
you laugh, jokingly. but peter didn't.
"oh don't take it to heart, pete."
"can i tell you something?" his heart was racing, "yeah, of course. are you okay?" he seemed tense all of the sudden.
"there's no other way of saying this really. but i like you. a lot." he pauses, "i have never known someone quite like you. you're so pretty it actually hurts." he stutters. a lot.
"i'm having trouble finding the words for this, yet the words to describe you aren't so hard to find. you're like a fresh breath of air. like a shot of espresso. like a cold wind on a hot summer day. you're like a ribbon, laced around a braid." he rambles, "and i really, really like you."
you can't even process whatever he just said. you're not sure how to respond to any of that.
but for whatever reason, your brain can only come up with one response.
"aw, peter. i like you a lot too!
you're like a brother to me."
and with that peter's face looked like a ghost. he just poured his entire heart only for you to completely friend-zone him.
"is something wrong?" you ask.
"you did not just pull that card on me."
"what card?"
peter sighs, covering his face with his hand in utter embarrassment.
"oh." you realize. "let's just forget everything i just said. anyways, what did you get for number 16?" peter changes the topic.
"peter-"
"or maybe number 15? i heard gwen say that was the hardest question."
"peter!"
"or number 3? have you asked me about number 3 yet? i can explain number 3 to you."
he won't listen, so you shut him up,
by kissing him.
now, you aren't doing this because you feel bad. but you truly do have feelings for peter. you don't know why it took peter to finally confess to you for you to realize. but you do. you really do.
"now can you please just listen."
peter's cheeks were bright red, he nodded.
"i really like you too peter and gosh, i wish i realized sooner." you were struggling to find the right words to continue, just like peter did a few minutes ago.
"i like you. i like your messy brown hair, i like your weird gadgets and when you ramble about them, i like how caring you are and how patient you are all the time with me."
"and i love you too."
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Ok time for my big Hadestown hot take and that’s that West End Hadestown doesn’t give you a 100% Hadestown experience. It’s still ridiculously good and 100% worth seeing, don’t get me wrong (I used my opportunity and saw it twice and will likely see it again if I’m in London), but it kinda made me realise a couple of things about OBC production that will always be my Roman Empire and make me deeply upset Broadway is too greedy to give us an OBC proshot.
So, here are some of my thoughts and reflections based on seeing Hadestown live on West End + seeing different versions (including London National theatre proshot) in boots. I think you can pretty solidly say that in Hadestown there are 2 main stories: Orpheus/Eurydice and Hades/Persephone. And even though arguably Orphedice is the main most important story, it my opinion it also wins from Hadesphone story being strong. Which works perfectly in OBC due to Amber Gray and Patrick Page delivering a very deep nuanced performances as their characters.
I think part of the success of Hadestown when it works on its fullest is how it creates a very deep emotional journey. And I feel that regardless which pair of Orpheus and Eurydice you have (if we take Broadway/tour/West End take on the characters) it’ll still work! Like you need to try really hard to mess up orphedice the way people wouldn’t root for Orpheus or wouldn’t empathise with Eurydice because they are so relatable and cute. You instantly love them, they are so so lovable. So orphedice part is one thing in Hadestown that imo works if not always then in 99% of the cases.
Hades and Persephone’s part of the story in the contrary is VERY hard to nail on 100%, in my opinion, and this is literally driving me crazy. Maybe seeing Amber Gray and Patrick page in professional recording awoken some feelings in me, I don’t know. I will state straight away that I also do enjoy other actors’ takes on characters and I do see some very interesting character moments there and there. However, I keep returning to the thought that Amber/Patrick’s characterisation works SO WELL for the main narrative. I’ll try to explain why I think so. Consider it my love letter to the OBC.
First and foremost, I feel like Hadesphone story has a very fine dynamic that the actors have to nail, so you would feel that: 1) these two still love each other; 2) these two are buried under their problems and see no way out, only a miracle (aka Orpheus and his song) can save their marriage.
And if the first one usually works at least due to Epic 3, the second one, imo, often (at least partially) falls victim to acting/directing choices which can cause troubles with point 1 as well. I think one big thing I’ve noticed is that often Persephone’s alcoholism gets forgotten in the acting performance. Like yeah sure her choreography includes drinking from a flask but in comparison to Amber you never get a feeling that she is absolutely wasted. Which, is in my opinion something that you should feel when you’re watching the show and something I was constantly forgetting about when I was watching the show on West End. I feel in Amber’s performance you can constantly see that her Persephone’s feel good attitude is a façade of a broken person who knows that her marriage is going to hell in front of her eyes yet she is too passive and hopeless to try to make an active change (well, she does try in Chant and nothing happens), so her only way is to chase the sense of normality that the “medicine” gives her. But when she is alone, if you get to catch a moment when people are not looking at her, you can see a deep sadness under her positive front and her memory of the old days when everything was more simple. Nevertheless, the main point that the lyrics literally say is that Persephone is blinded by the river of wine. And this is crucial to her character and her relationship with Hades because the story states that even though Hades is a problem and he is an active actor in creating more problems, he is not the only failure in this relationship. Persephone needs to be woken up from her apathy almost as much as Hades does and this is something that we see during If It’s True.
From Hades’ side I feel like it’s not a good decision to make him a total villain because when he is irredeemable you don’t feel like the whole “song that will fix the world” has any chance of working long term. I think Patrick nailed a deep antagonist very well. His Hades is weird and lowkey creepy and alien. He does objectively bad things but when you look at him you can’t stop thinking that he doesn’t operate in regular human logic or morality. When I look at him in Chant, it feels to me that his words about building stuff to impress Persephone are absolutely sincere, and I can absolutely see that his Hades doesn’t understand why she is so upset about it when his intentions are so so clear. Maybe it’s my vision but even before Epic 3 when he is so far gone and buried in his projects and messed up ideas I don’t have a single doubt that Persephone is a single motivator and goal of Patrick Hades’ life and that he literally doesn’t need any other being to care about. And tragically this fixation is what makes him blind to all other things he does even if those things ruin Persephone’s life (and other people’s but tbh I don’t think he cares).
I feel like by removing Persephone’s Chant 2 verse Hadestown created more problems for Hades and Persephone part of the story making it a much harder job for the actors to prove to the audience that Hades and Persephone have a chance to make their relationship work. Like I get that maybe it was a necessary things to do (even though I think the show is much better with it) but it made it so much harder to empathise with this particular part of the story unless the actors use the choices that work in the narrative. Because for example when I was watching the show on West End part of me was wondering “what is Persephone’s deal in all of that, what does she win by staying with Hades?” With the verse, and with Broadway Previews or London 2018 in particular this part was clear: Persephone still loves Hades and believes that he has the opportunity to change and become a better man he used to be. Without the verse, however, the actors should give you the same idea during the show which is a hard task considering Hades and Persephone have only 2 big conversations together (Chant and How Long). So apart from those songs there are only subtle mostly silent moments they get together through which the actors have to convey the same thought which is hella difficult and probably hardly will be appreciated by anyone apart from the people who sit closely.
So, maybe because in the actor combo I saw (Zachary and Lauren), I got a feeling that even though they were great separately, I didn’t feel much chemistry between them as a pair. I think, Persephone seemed pissed and tired of Hades all the time until How Long and I didn’t feel that she still believes in his willingness to change. And Zach Hades despite being entertaining, kinda gives the impression of Hades who has other options, he is not into Persephone enough. The only sparkle appears between the two in Epic III which is still cute but I’m not sure if it works just as well if that’s the first time you see the show? Also considering Zach Hades gives more malicious intent in His Kiss, The Riot it seems that he is not even slightly interested in Orpheus having any opportunity to succeed with his quest. Which is not bad, don’t get me wrong! But in comparison to Patrick who is deeply self projecting into Orpheus to the point where you could see that even though he doesn’t want to let him go, part of him does because it would prove he too could succeed in his challenge of waiting for Persephone, this take seems a bit lacking. And overall because of His Kiss, their promise in Wait For Me doesn’t seem as giving much hope that the story won’t repeat itself next Sunday. Which in its turn makes Orpheus’ sacrifice feel a bit… worthless. If on Broadway, when Orpheus turns, but spring comes again you feel like it is the start of something new: hopefully a kinder and softer time. On West End the show also wants you to feel it but when you think about Hades and Persephone you feel…less certainty that this sacrifice will have a long term effect?
I guess the creators wanted to concentrate on Orpheus and Eurydice more and forget about Hades and Persephone by making them more secondary story or maybe there was a lack of director’s involvement to give the cast some hints on how to make this particular part of the story work better, but it feels to me that in its current state the show works in its 85% power which is still great but once you know there is something missing you can’t stop thinking about it and wishing the show would give you those 15% you crave.
#me being me#hadestown#thanks for coming to my ted talk#I still immensely enjoyed the production and would come see it again#but when you know the show at its fullest you seem to miss some parts that worked better#also I was able to appreciate the same cast from different angles the second time I could see them from the first row so I could#get a clear view of their acting#and don’t get me wrong Zach and Lauren are really interesting to watch and I liked them#but also I started thinking if it was my first time to watch the show would I understand the appeal of Hades/Persephone line?#and I can’t stop thinking about it#hades#Persephone#hadestown broadway#hadestown west end#it’s also not about WE only but just about some characterisations I saw from different actors in different productions#I just felt like it would be fair to compare to the production and cast I saw life because obviously bootlegs even the greatest are not#the same#thanks for reading this long post
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the idea of yoo - 1.1. alone with yoo (half-written)
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warnings: a bit of homophobia, discussion about religion, implied cheating
the sun shining through a small window, your eyes twitch as the sunlight hits you perfectly. in your line of sight, sight adjusting through the bright yet also dim room. it smells a bit rugged, similar to yeonjun’s perfume he had made you and rei smell before his date, bed is a bit harder than your usual one at home, and you’re still wearing yesterday’s clothes. in the corner of your eye, was the table tennis - you’re at the choi household.
slowly sitting up, looking for your phone that yeonjun had placed on his bedside table, along with some medicine, water, and hangover drink. underneath was a note with messy handwriting.
hey, when you wake up i would be at rehearsals for tomorrow’s dance battle. left some medicine so drink it right away. yeonie
as you hastily drank the medicine and pick up the hangover drink, ready to leave and get some proper meal. the sound of footsteps and chatter was making its way towards your destination. vaguely, you could make up yeonjun’s mom’s voice and yoo jimin.
“yeonjun is at rehearsal, but you can leave that here on his-” his mom sees you by the bed, wearing your coat and getting your stuff, along with hiding some of the letters that you’ve written for yeonjun’s recipe to food critics to try, and letters from jimin.
“yeonjun’s japanese friend, didn’t hear you come in.”
“just dropping off some notes.”
“jimin is also drop-” the faint breaking of glass was heard upstairs, making yeonjun’s mom rush back upstairs.
the last time you were alone with jimin was when you bumped into her in the hallway, the start of it all. it’s a bit awkward, looking like you spent the night - in which you did - but also it seemed like you’re dating yeonjun. deep inside, you’re thinking how pretty jimin is despite it being so early in the morning.
“hi.” she breaks the tension, a small smile plastered on her face.
“hi.” your breath is taken away; standing in front of a girl who you considered could have been sculpted by aphrodite.
“are you and paul-” then you remember, she’s not here for you.
“OH GOSH NO! he is totally 100 percent into you.”
“you know about… us?”
“that’s what the notes and books are for, he wanted to do some extra reading.” jimin seemed amused by it, partially because no one has been that thoughtful to learn more about their interests and hobbies.
the awkward silence slowly crept back, part of you wanted to leave, no longer wishing to take part in this. the girl you developed feelings for is talking to a guy who you helped in writing the letters for, making an image of him in her mind.
you deceived jimin.
you deceived yeonjun.
they fell in love with the image you had made to deceive both of them.
all you could hear coming out of jimin’s mouth was self-deprecating words regarding her first impression during their first date. nothing made sense anymore, nothing held you back.
“you could never be an idiot. yeonjun wouldn’t think of you that way.” you still held back, not wanting to expose yourself. there is the desire to leave and run away, forget this entire thing happened.
“i should probably get back home.” picking your bag up, noticing jimin was holding onto a piece of paper.
“this- its- its nothing really, something i made during the trip.” still she handed it over to you, lyrics; you assume it to be lyrics of a new song she wrote.
“i like one of the lines from the second verse… lonely yet hopeful.” giving it back to jimin, smiling shyly about to leave her in this man cave that is yeonjun’s room.
“he’ll love it.” i love it.
“yeah…”
“i should get going.”
“can i come with?”
you don’t know how it happened, how you’re walking in the middle of an abandoned train track kicking a stone as you pass by the abandoned cart, no longer filled with writings. there’s another one, not that far off that you and rei go to when you need a change in your routine.
“you’re not scared?” stopping in your tracks, slight confusion evident in your face.
“no, i’m used to this route. a change in scenery.” jimin hummed as the stone you were kicking seemed to have merged with the rest of the pebbles.
“you wanna get out of here?”
it feels surreal, you’re in jimin’s car, listening to the radio mostly 90’s music playing, windows down and the wind blowing your hair. months ago, you couldn’t believe that jimin knew who you were, yet here you are.
“where we going?”
“my favorite secret place.”
you stopped in the middle of a forest, a part of you sort of feared where this was going because who would bring someone to a forest if not to kill them? or maybe you’ve been watching too much true crime that rei has been so adamant in you watching it with her. when you saw the clearing, maybe it wouldn’t be that bad to be killed by the girl you like. it’s just a hot spring, and it worried you when jimin started unpacking her duffel bag, only to pull out a small radio. you’re just stuck in this place with her, turning your back at her when she started removing her sundress. you’re not sure if she removed her undergarments but just the idea that she’s probably skinny dipping makes your face heat up.
jimin turns around as your gaze looks everywhere except for her. you looked at her back for a bit, toned, smooth, and her hair despite being wet already it stil remained smooth and silky. so, you stripped, not fully. she only turned back to face you when she heard a bit of water splashing. an embarrassed smile was evident as jimin takes in what you’re wearing.
“oh i almost forgot.” you thought it was from the heat from the hot spring that made you feel this way but confirming that jimin is indeed naked walking around the area and setting up the small radio. you submerged yourself underwater.
“there’s no cell service here, nothing could reach us here.”
“so if you kill me, completely leave me here to decompose and scream, no one would come to rescue me?”
it was a lighthearted joke, one that made jimin laugh as she dipped back into the spring and you still avoided looking at her body. things were going well, talking about interests, family, religion, everything under the sun as you played around in the water.
“i don’t think i’ve hanged out with a girl and not talk about boys before.”
“oh… sorry.”
“no, no… it’s nice, actually.” you nod to her statement, maybe this could be a way to help yeonjun out.
“yeonjun’s nice.” jimin looks at you, pondering. she can’t put a finger on it but she tries to explain her emotions.
“he’s... confusing.”
“how?”
”when i’m with him, i feel... safe. he’s a sweet guy, don’t get me wrong. then he writes these things that feel... not so safe.” you tilt your head as you process everything, you wrote those things, the letters, the messages, everything - you wrote it.
“not safe?”
“makes me wonder, think about things - all this time i was set on this idea of marrying jeno but then here comes yeonjun when i asked god for a sign. god doesn’t know either or he’s not telling.”
“i don’t believe in god.”
“that must be so nice.”
“it’s not…” you slowly submerged yourself into the water, jimin still observing you, everything feels weird. “it’s lonely.”
“i wished i knew what i believed in.” you tune everything out, listening to jimin’s rant about jeno already planning their future wedding, her asking a sign to god if that was what love is. simply accept it and be grateful. but the letter appeared the following day, the letter you wrote and what started this whole thing.
“silly, right?” you shake your head as you swim closer to her.
“no, its not.”
“but you know what’s silly?” everything moved so fast that your oversized shirt was removed from you, a triumphant smile but easily replaced by her laughing.
“did you layer?” now, you’re left with your undergarment and a black tank top.
time went by so slowly, you’re talking to her about life, love, religion, while floating on your back next to her listening to a radio playing old songs. the current song playing was your mom’s favorite song, waiting for the best part, the climax as she would say.
“my mom also told us that every song, movie, story has a best part.” patiently waiting, letting it pass and enjoy each other’s presence and the song you heavily associated with your mom. a part of you wants to reach out to jimin and hold her hand as the song continues on.
“was that it?”
“you asking or stating?”
the best part - is when you actually hold onto jimin’s hand as you float like otters. the song playing in the background as the lyrics perfectly encapsulate what you feel for her. words can’t express your feelings - pain from knowing the girl you like is straight and seeing your only friend but also happiness from getting such a small moment together that you’ll cherish till you leave this little place called kwangya.
you may not believe in god, but if falling in love with yoo jimin is a sin. call me a sinner, then.
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love letters and polaroids
pairing ; eddie munson x fem!reader ♡
summary ; your drug dealer boyfriend carries around his little lunchbox full of all sorts of substances, it was too tempting not to leave him with a little surprise one day
genre/warning ; fluff, smut, flirty!reader x whipped!bf!eddie • this content is 18+ only. explicit sexual content (minors away !! grrr), oral m receiving, car sex, penetration (use protection !! do not be dumb like eddie and reader), spit kink, drugs, degradation (whore), slapping, this is all consensual and mutual parties would’ve 100% discussed boundaries beforehand, reader is hyper fem! a little jealous?? possessive?
fairy note ; cute lil idea i've had heavy on my brain, thanks to this lovely ask ehehe ♡ feedback and interactions are greatly appreciated. not fully proofread yet also sorry if this is sloppy
It was the crisp early hours of the morning, waking up in the familiar 4 walls of Eddie Munson’s bedroom but, where you normally found your boyfriend cuddled up with his face nestled at your chest, he was gone, not under the sheets nor anywhere to be seen in the room— but you relaxed when you heard the faint sound of the water pumping from the shower.
You huffed under your breath, sitting up and stretching your arms upwards above your head, the duvet and blankets pooling around your bare legs as you stretched them out too. You didn’t mean to be dramatic but without your boyfriend, your morning was boring and quite frankly you found it rude that he didn’t offer to shower with you.
You didn't feel much like complaining right now though, a cute little idea whirling around in your little curious brain when you spotted Eddie's metal lunchbox on his bedside table, he didn't keep any food in there, it was for his drug supply and dealing, but you could always leave him with a surprise to find, from his truly.
You jumped up, locating Eddie's polaroid camera laying atop a pile of unwashed clothes— or maybe they were clean, you couldn't tell with them all bunched up. You swiped the camera and giggled to yourself.
Crawling your way back onto the bed and kicking off your panties, already free from a bra since you didn’t sleep in one— picking up Eddie’s rings he had left on the bedside table to keep safe, you plopped them down your fingers despite how loosely they fitted, it would work for a couple of pictures.
You held the camera in your left hand, stretching your arm out and taking a couple of risqué photos first, covering your nipples with your fingers that were adorned with his rings, snap.
You set aside the first one, leaving it to develop as you held the camera a little higher, pushing two ringed fingers into your mouth, snap.
ohh that one probably turned out cute, you thought to yourself before continuing with your posing and camera clicking.
The next couple were less lewd and more full-on but you still made them cute and tasteful, blowing kisses and winking whilst your fingers inched close to your pussy or your back arched to give him the cutest shot of your ass.
Four polaroids, progressively getting filthier and it made you giggle thinking about the cute little rosy-cheeked boyfriend and his milk chocolate puppy eyes lighting up at the sight- oh goodness, you had to write him a little love note too!
You tugged one of his shirts over your head in the meantime and rushed to tear a piece of paper out of Eddie’s little lyric book, swiping the pen too before laying yourself on your front, legs swinging behind you as you began writing,
‘hi baby boy <3 when you read this it means i’m not with you and that makes me sad, means i miss you, even if i saw you ten minutes ago or ten hours ago, doesn’t matter. fun question, do you know how gorgeous you are? so handsome, you have me daydreaming about you even when i’m with you. you’re mine, all mine and i’m all yours so enjoy the little treats i left you, because i love you so very much my eddie bug, mwaaah!’
You didn’t have much room on the paper so you kept it short and sweet with all your i’s dotted with little hearts. Reaching around on the floor you tried finding your jacket, “a-ha” you cooed when you located it, pulling your pink lipgloss out of the pocket along with a strawberry lollipop you had stuffed in there.
You applied the lipgloss, lips painted in the pink glassy cherry scented product and pressing them to the little love note, cute little kiss marks decorating the paper and you were more than happy with it and the little surprise had your heart feeling so full and warm, you loved him so much.
You jumped up with a little squeal and bounce in your step, grabbing a hold of the four polaroids, the love note, and that strawberry lollipop, you clicked open Eddie's metal lunchbox, gently placing the gifts on top of a hefty ounce of weed before closing the lid shut, hearing it click.
In what was a timely manner you heard the bedroom door click open to reveal your damp curly haired boyfriend, towel loosely at his hips, happy trail on show which you weren’t shy about ogling and the way the stray water drops ran down his tatted arms and chest had your knees a little unstable.
Your boyfriend was more than gorgeous, everything he did captivated you and he didn’t even have to try, you’d find him alluring just sitting there with his legs spread, taking up half the damn space on the bed, which anyone with a sane mind would’ve scolded him for but you on the other hand, no, you’d drop right there in front of him and suck his dick.
Eddie wasn’t oblivious to all your staring and the way your lips threatened to tug up into a playful smile, no, he had had to deal with that since before you were even officially together. You were always more than flirty, touchy, and feely with people, but mostly and especially him, and of course that didn’t stop, only getting more incessant with the two of you in a relationship now— but Eddie was a sucker for it, he lapped up any affection you gave him, even initiating it now which you were more than overjoyed about.
“My rings.” he was looking over at you, breaking you out of your trance and you hummed, head tilting in confusion, “You’re wearing them? They don’t even fit you baby.” he chuckled, walking over to grab a fresh outfit for the day, dropping his towel.
“Oh! M’ just trying them on.” you rolled your eyes, walking over to him as he only managed to get some underwear and pants on firstly, your face pressing flush against his bare back, arms attaching around his waist in a hug and you practically moaned out, “You’re warm.”
“I just took a shower.” he replied, hearing him chuckling under his breath.
“Mhm, without me.” you scowled up at the back of his head before relaxing and pressing soft kisses where you could reach along his back.
“Aw, I’m sorry sweetheart, I was rushing around.” he held his hands up before going to turn around but you kept attached to him, waddling around the room and giggling against his back.
“We gotta go, baby, get dressed already.” he complained— though he could never find himself genuinely mad at you.
Any other day you would’ve stomped your feet and begged Eddie to stay home with you, giving him big puppy eyes and your cutest pout telling him, we can have way more fun here baby but your little solo activities from this morning had you jumping around to get dressed and out of the door.
Of course, he did find it a little odd that you had been particularly happy on a random Thursday morning, more talkative in the ride on the way to school, far more giggly, and if it was even possible— far more touchy.
Eddie found himself squirming in the driver's seat a little when you had leaned in, kissing and nipping at his neck, feeling your sticky strawberry gloss leave residue on his skin, “Hmm, this is new.” you pulled away from his neck a little and hooked your fingers around his long dangling necklace with a pendant on the end.
His eyes were fixed on the road, responsible, and you glanced at his hands, giggling when you saw him gripping the wheel, clearly distracted which was a win in your little risky book.
“Mmh, I love you.” your arms wrapped around his waist, squeezing tight whilst your face nuzzled against his shoulder
You felt Eddie’s shoulder shake a little when he laughed, “I love you too baby, but do you have to touch up on me when I’m driving, it’s distracting.” he admitted, groaning under his breath.
You snickered against his arm before your sneaky fingers tugged his tucked hellfire shirt from his pants, your hand running up and over his stomach, feeling how warm he was and he jolted a little under your touch, ticklish.
“Hey.” he scowled, eyes glancing briefly at you in warning which only egged you on further, hand dragging back down to tug his belt out of the loops, hearing the way the little handcuff clasp jingled.
You heard his breath get caught in his throat and you felt a swell of delight rush through your body, feeling the car stop and looking around briefly to see Eddie had parked where he normally did at school.
He breathed out, going to lift his hips so you could help him tug down his pants and briefs a little, his zipper already undone but his world shattered once he heard knocking on the window, his hands flying up to adjust his clothes and you pulled back with the biggest frown on your face, seeing Gareth at the window and he noticed the dagger-eyes you gave him, words jumbled when he spoke up,
“U-uh hey man, you got those notes I lent you last week? Kinda need em’ for Ms. Kelly’s class in like.. ten minutes.” he laughed nervously, scratching behind his head.
You sighed, loud and dramatically, turning Eddie’s face and attention your way with your fingers at his chin, leaning in and pressing your lips to his, glancing behind his shoulder to see Gareth turning away, pretending he saw something.
“See you later, okay baby? I love you.” you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, lips briefly landing a few more kisses on his before finally pulling away, sending him a wink and stepping out of the car.
Eddie blinked a couple times, a little dazed as he watched you walk off with a playful bounce in your step, clearing his throat and turning his attention back to his friend, “Uh, what?— oh, the notes, right.” he laughed, cheeks and the tip of his ears tinted with a hue of pink.
“Man..” Gareth laughed quietly, Eddie forcing a chuckle out, knowingly, before pushing the papers into his hands.
“Thanks, catch you later.” Gareth scrambled off with haste in his step.
Eddie let out a strained breath, glancing down and palming himself through his denim pants, groaning in frustration, of course, his little minx of a girlfriend would give him a boner right before class— knowing he wouldn’t even have much time to catch you at lunch.
With your first few classes out of the way, you were heading to the cafeteria from the bathroom, having just fixed up your lipgloss and applied some perfume since you forgot it this morning.
When you got to the cafeteria you grinned upon seeing your boyfriend, where he usually was, at the top of the table. You walked on over to him, legs swinging around as you sat yourself down on his lap, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you started rambling on about how boring your classes were and how much you missed him.
His friends got used to this, the both of you and your very clear infatuation and attachment to their metal-head dungeon master drug-dealing friend, they kind of just learnt to zone it out, for their own good.
“I gotta go Y/N.” his bottom lip jutted out and you matched his pout, arms squeezing around him and soft kisses dragging along his neck, “Can we go home after? I don’t wanna go to gym class.” you made a displeased face and he laughed, agreeing and handing you the keys to his car.
You watched his hand that was previously settled at your waist, grabbing his metal lunchbox and patting your leg, gesturing you to get up.
He let you stand up and take his seat but you kept a hold of his hand when he went to walk away, he looked back at you before chuckling under his breath and leaning down to place a firm kiss on your lips, "Love you." he mumbled against your plush lips before he pulled away.
"Enjoy." you winked, head tilting and a sly smile tugging at the corners of your lips but he didn't think much of it, eyes rolling playfully before he walked off of school grounds and towards the woods surrounding the building, sitting on the unsteady bench and waiting for his pick up to show.
Eddie set his metal lunchbox atop the wooden table when he saw Zack approaching, waving his way and Eddie gestured back, friendly, Zack was harmless, just a quiet kid from his music class, the two would speak here and there to pass time.
"Hey man." he greeted Eddie, sitting himself down on the other side of the bench and fishing out his money from his pockets.
"Just the usual?" Eddie asked, seeing Zack confirm with a nod.
Eddie clicked open the metal lunchbox, the lid folding back to the table and he almost instantly noticed something that wasn't supposed to be there laying on top of the bag of weed, he picked up the lollipop first and recognized it as his girlfriends favorite ones, starting to get annoyed that you thought you could just store stuff in here now, he saw what looked like the back of one of many polaroid pictures, flipping one over and seeing you posing in the picture— naked with two of your fingers in your mouth.
"Uhh, one sec." Eddie laughed nervously, eyes wide, almost dropping the box as he scrambled to turn around, gripping onto the tin box and sneakily looking at the other polaroids you had oh so expertly taken for your beloved boyfriend.
Eddie cursed in his head, over and over again as he admired you, the way your back arched, your tits, pouty lips, and oh god, there was even one of your delicious pussy— he had to take a deep breath, feeling like he was getting way too worked up and aroused when he was still around someone, doing a damn drug deal. It wasn't even the first time today you had got him hard in his pants and he couldn't do anything about it.
He noticed the piece of paper after ripping his eyes away from the polaroids, he recognized the handwriting as yours, of course, but he saved it, needing to get this guy behind him dealt with and on his way.
"Yup got it right here for you." Eddie announced, pulling out his usual amount and handing over the bag, taking the money in exchange, "See ya' man." Eddie gave a polite smile, watching Zack walk away after stuffing the bag in his back pocket.
"Fuck." Eddie cursed, aloud this time. He plucked out the letter and read it, eyes darting over your dainty little handwriting and the way you dotted all your i's with love hearts, it was so endearing, and what you had written tugged at his heartstrings, feeling himself giggling at your wording and how sweet you sounded, it was just another reminder of how much he needed to treasure you, love you till the end— and he would, with no hesitation, he wanted nothing more in the world than you and he wasn't ever planning to give that up, he'd be by your side no matter what.
His eyes lingered over your polaroids once again, palming himself under the table as his tongue darted out to swipe over his bottom lip, "Fuck, what are you doing to me Y/N." he groaned.
Eddie shook his head, bringing himself back to reality as he gently placed one of the polaroids in his back pocket and the rest and the love letter back into the metal lunchbox but he also kept the lollipop out, unwrapping the fiddly plastic and popping it into his mouth.
Once he had everything gathered he made his way back onto school grounds but past the buildings and to the parking lot, striding over to his car, already seeing you leaning back in the passenger seat with your feet up on the dash and it looked like you were filing your fingernails.
Your head turned to the driver's side door once you heard it open- fully ready to attack whatever creep was trying to disturb you, with your blunt file but, your body and expression relaxed once you saw it was your puppy-eyed boyfriend.
"Eddie!" you cooed, grabby hands coming up to get a hold of him before your eyes settled on the lollipop resting on his tongue, blinking a couple times as you went quiet, remembering that little surprise you packed him.
Eddie relaxed back in the driver's seat, closing the door behind him and looking your way with a raised eyebrow, "Why'd you get so quiet, cat got your tongue?" he smirked, dumb, you thought.
"Did you see?" you asked quietly, reaching out and wrapping both your arms around your boyfriend's arm, chin resting at his shoulder as you blinked up at him prettily.
"Yeah and so did Zack Farley nearly!" Eddie's hands came up to his face, laughing into them before sighing and plucking out the polaroid from his back pocket, eyes glaring over at you, "You are gonna be the death of me you little brat." he grumbled, watching you through the rearview mirror, seeing the smug little smile on your face.
"Oh no, you didn't like it?" you jutted your bottom lip out, playfully. You knew he liked it, that's why you did it but teasing him was the fun in it.
"Shut up." he chuckled, head shaking in disbelief, "You know how crazy fucking hot you are, how much you get to my brain, and how quickly you get me worked up." he glared at you through the mirror.
"I can make it up to you baby, right now, the real thing.." you fluttered your eyelashes, setting the polaroid he was holding aside as you placed soft and gentle kisses at his neck, "just let me know." you flattened your tongue, dragging it upwards from his neck to his cheek and giggling at his grimace.
Fuck it, Eddie thought. No one was going to be around for another couple of hours what with classes still happening.
"Yay!" you gasped out in joy when you felt Eddie squeeze your thigh, giving you the green light, feeling the way his cold metal rings bit at your skin.
Your excitement was amusing to Eddie, he felt the same and he thought of himself as rather animated but you, on the other hand, you were a bundle of expressions, drama, and emotion— and he loved every bit of it.
"Since I'm like the best girlfriend ever, I'll give you another little treat, no distractions this time." you giggled, yanking off your boyfriend's felt and unzipping his pants, Eddie wasting no time in getting them down his legs.
He was so pretty, cock standing tall against his stomach, a little curved, tip flushed pink, and strong veins running either side of the shaft.
You bit down on your lip, sighing in content at the delicious sight of him, shuffling comfortably as you leaned your head down, tugging his shirt up a little to kiss along his stomach, dragging your lips down to his happy trail.
"Mmmh." you drew out a moan, pressing kisses at the base of him all the way to the tip, blinking up at him through your false lashes, hand coming up to rub your thumb along the slit of his tip, watching his hips jerk.
“nnmhm, Y/N.” he moaned so pretty and you had to kiss him, leaning back up and plucking the lollipop out of his mouth, lips flush against his and tongue swiping passed his mouth and along his tongue, tasting the sweet artificial strawberry of the lollipop.
“Eddie,” you hummed pleasantly against his lips, pulling back a little as your hand gripped against his base, stroking gently and watching the way his face scrunched a little, “want you to spit in my mouth.” you told him, and he didn’t waste a second, pushing your cheeks open with a squeeze of your face and he gathered salvia pooled in his mouth, letting it drip down into your mouth and you watched him from below, with your tongue out, letting it land and giggling at the filthy action.
“You’re so fucking hot.” he rasped out.
“I know.” you replied before he leaned down a little to press his lips back to yours, even sloppier now as your tongue twirled around each other’s. His hand reached down and squeezed your own tighter around his cock, dragging up and down with you.
You pulled away when you needed to catch your breath, Eddie leaning in to kiss and suckle messily at your neck, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging encouragingly, a squeak leaving your lips when he sucked a hickey against a sensitive part of your neck.
“Fuck.” you whimpered out, composing yourself as you leaned back down, watching the way he was moving your hand in his, stroking his cock.
You playfully bit his finger and watched him frown, “In my mouth.” you told him and he laughed at your vulgar words, pulling his hand away with yours.
Your lips continued there escapade from previously but this time, involving more tongue, dragging it upwards from his base to his tip, where you swirled and slurped before your lips attached around him, breathing through your nose as you took him inch, by inch into your mouth, only looking up at him when he was stuffed enough inside your mouth to be hitting the back of your throat.
“O-oh, ah shit, baby— baby girl,” he gasped out, one hand gripping his seat and the other at the back of your head, stroking encouragingly, “that’s good, really, really fucking good.” he murmured.
You hummed against him, pulling your head up a little before back down, starting a pretty quick pace whilst your hands cupped and rubbed his balls, you ate up every little sound that he’d make, it sending shock waves straight to where you needed him most.
“Yeah, yeah, like that.” he chanted out, pushing your head down and you loved it, your nose being tickled by his hair at the base of him and you felt him pushing at the back of your throat.
“You can— ngh, take it, that’s it, ahh fuck, feels so good, my girlfriends such a cock whore,” he threw his head back, laughing in complete euphoria, “holy fuck.”
Eddie got louder and louder when he was close, you knew that and it almost broke your heart when you pulled your head away with a pop, his hard length slapping against his stomach as he whined, hips trying to chase your mouth.
“Sorry baby, just need to ride your dick so bad it hurts.” you whined and his face softened, nodding eagerly.
You kicked off your skirt and then your thong, tugging your shirt over your head and practically pounding on your boyfriend, legs either side of him once he had pushed his chair as far back as he could.
“Fuck, you sure you don’t want me to eat you out first?” Eddie asked, hands gripping at your waist, pinching the skin gently.
“No, need you inside me.” you whined, finding his offer sweet but you just needed to feel him in your guts right now.
Your hand dipped underneath you and you gasped, pushing the tip of his cock back and forth through your soaking slit, whimpering out shamelessly, “o-oh god..” you cried out already.
Eddie just stared, lip bitten between his teeth as his eyes concentrated on your burning hot cunt right above his cock, groaning out and digging his fingers into the soft skin of your hips once you sunk down on his cock, hearing your cute little mewls.
“Uh— oh god, you’re so tight, stay still.” he rasped out, squeezing onto you to ground himself, sweat already forming on his neck.
You giggled quietly, in complete bliss at feeling so full, your ass flush with his lap as every inch of him was inside you and you were really trying not to clench but he hit every sensitive little nerve inside you.
Relaxing, as best as you could, you stabled yourself and lifted your hips up with Eddie’s help, sinking back down with combined oh’s and ah’s slipping passed your lips.
“You’re big, so big, I love it so much.” you whimpered out in a broken sob, hips swirling a little before going back to bouncing in his lap.
“I know baby, you’re doing so good, cunt keeps sucking me in— ah!” he hissed through his teeth, hands moving up your body and tugging your bra down, leaning in and attaching his mouth around your nipple whilst his fingers toyed with the other.
You got louder and your hands tangled back into his hair, bouncing quicker and sloppier, “Yes, yes! Oh Eddie! a-ah!” you squealed, “Wan’ cum, wanna cum all over your cock.”
He felt you squeezing and clenching around his length again and the way your hips were stuttering, he found it so cute. Eddie reached out, pulling you flush against his chest as his arms squeezed around your waist.
“Just stay still sweetheart, I got you.” he sighed against your ear and you didn’t need to be told twice, going limp in his secure, firm hold.
Eddie started jackhammering his hips up against you and you gripped onto his arms, sobbing out in pleasure at the erratic, messy pace.
It had you blabbering out complete nonsense and drooling all down his shirt, he sounded so good too, groaning picking up in volume and you heard him moaning your name out in a chant.
“Oh baby, Y/N— right there, yeah? Hmm?” he cooed right against your ear and you couldn’t even muster up a response, way too gone as you felt yourself snap, clawing your nails down his arms, anywhere you could grab as you felt your orgasm washing over you, whole body trembling in complete bliss.
You didn’t even get a chance to breath because you felt warm, hot sticky cum filling you up, Eddie pressing up into you like he couldn’t get enough, like he needed more, “Y/N! Fuck— ngh, so good, pussy feels like heaven.” he rasped out, slowly coming down from his high.
You gasped, looking down at where you were connected and seeing the mess, whole body still quivering but you found the energy to swipe your finger down in to the puddle of cum on his lap that had dripped out of you.
Stuffing your fingers into your mouth and tasting him with a pleased hum, pulling your fingers out and pressing your lips to his, hearing Eddie groan at the taste.
You pulled away when you needed to catch your breath, giggling at how messy the two of you were, Eddie’s eyes lingering over your body,
“Take a polaroid picture, it’ll last longer.” you winked playfully.
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Timeless
Summary: Steve breaks up with singer!reader because he doesn't want to hold her back. He starts to question everything after hearing the song she wrote for him.
Warnings: life in the Instagram era
word count: 4695
a/n: 100000% inspired by Timeless by Taylor Swift. i did not proofread this bc I am lazy so I do apologize for whatever typos there are
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"I just don't get it," Steve overheard the young women talking while waiting in line for coffee. "She could literally be with anyone and she's gonna pick some old guy who literally fought in World War II?" He already had an idea of where this was going, but the response confirmed his fears.
"I know! Like Steve Rogers is hot but that's so weird! He's like 100 years old," she scoffed.
"A man out of time and probably out of touch," the first replied. "I bet he's totally holding her back."
Steve decided to forgo his coffee, simply turning around and leaving before things could get more awkward for him. Dating you has actually been when he's felt most at home in this century, but that doesn't mean he no longer struggles with his new present day.
Hardly a day goes by without you or someone else having to explain something to him, whether it be an insignificant reference to some tv show or more important information on how certain technology works. Suffice it to say, he feels like his age does show. It's something you've talked about in your relationship, but clearly, something Steve still struggles with.
He decided to walk back to the tower using the time to really think about what was best for you in terms of being with him. The first day the two of you met had been a particularly bad one for Steve, but somehow you managed to cheer him up. You've basically been inseparable since.
The more he thought about it, the more sure he was that those women were right. He was holding you back. You spend so much time with him, and at the tower in general, that you haven't really been living the same way you were before.
Before you met Steve, you had just finished your first world tour. You were always traveling or in and out of the studio. Now, you spend all your time in New York and you haven't had so much as a single performance outside of New York in the two and a half years you've been with him.
As he walked the last few steps up to the tower, Steve had already made his decision.
-
You were practically bouncing up and down on the couch as you waited for Steve to get home. After months of writing and recording in the home studio Tony set up for you, you could finally surprise Steve with some new songs. The one you were most excited about hadn't even been recorded yet. You were just too excited to share the lyrics to wait.
You couldn't help but reminisce as you waited, thinking about the first time you'd ever met. After your tour, all you wanted to do was go home and sleep, but Tony had personally invited you to his latest gala and your manager really pushed for you to go. Turns out, it was the best decision of your life.
The sound of the door opening down the hall broke you out of your daydream. The telltale sounds of Steve hanging up his jacket and tossing his keys in the dish by the door confirmed your suspicions.
You nearly tripped over the coffee table in your effort to greet him, but the look on his face stopped you dead in your tracks. "Steve?" you asked. "Are you okay?"
He sighed in response, one hand running through his hair as he looked at the ground. After a few seconds, he managed to meet your eye, but it did nothing to ease the nerves you were now feeling.
"Did something happen?" you asked just as he spoke up.
"We should break up."
His words felt like a physical blow in the silence that followed. You leaned back into the arm of the couch, suddenly unsure of everything.
"What?" you barely breathed out the question. The emotional whiplash was too confusing to process this quickly.
"I just, I don't think we should stay together. I wish I had more to say, but that's it." Steve cut straight to the bone, his own heart breaking. Still, he thought it was for the best.
"Oh," you barely managed to reply, still reeling from the shock. "Um, okay. I'll just... I'll just go."
You walked blindly down the hall and out the door, not even considering what you would do with all of your things that were in the apartment. You didn't even grab your purse, so you couldn't realistically leave the tower. Instead, you headed straight for the studio.
It felt like if you were recording a song about Steve, you could pretend that conversation didn't just happen. You could live in the past for just another few hours before reality finally hit you.
You still had the music pulled up in the recording booth. You'd gone so far as to take out some of the most inspiring pictures that lead to this song. There were plenty of pictures of you and Steve, but also the old black and white photos you found in the antique shop.
Thankfully Tony set things up so you could record on your own if you wanted, so that's exactly what you did.
Down the block there's an antique shop and something in my head said stop, so I walked in...
-
Instead of facing your emotions head-on, you dove into your work. You recorded every song you had left for the album, only contacting your manager and the label when things were finished.
They had a few things to tweak, but the record was ready not even two weeks later. Since you'd already been teasing the songs on tik tok, your label agreed to a surprise release. Thirteen songs would be released at the end of the week.
With the album ready and the date picked, you switched focus to scheduling performances at award shows and TV interviews. Anything to keep you from the gutwrenching reality of your emotions.
-
Steve wasn't doing much better. His mood was foul and everybody could tell. Seeing as you were avoiding everyone by staying in an apartment owned by your label, the team tried cornering Steve for information.
"What the hell happened with Y/N?" Nat finally asked when Steve brushed off the slightly less invasive questions about how he was doing. He simply shook his head, glaring at an unphased Natasha.
"Have you listened to her new album?" Sam asked, trying to break the tension before all hell broke loose.
Steve tensed at the mention of your music. He had not listened to it, but the mere existence sent him into a spiral. In his eyes, it proved his point. Two and a half weeks without him and you were already releasing music. Something you hadn't done in the two and a half years you'd been together.
"Just leave me alone," he all but begged. Listening to the songs he knew- or at least strongly expected- would be about him was too much to even consider. He shook off the questions with the sheer desperation in his eyes. Everyone could tell it was hitting him hard, but not knowing why they broke up made it difficult to try and help.
-
Things continued much the same for the next month. Steve avoided all things that reminded him of you. You worked every second you could, desperate to not have to think about how everything went wrong.
In those few moments when you had actually thought about Steve, you more than anything wanted to know why. It had gotten so far as to you hovering your finger over his contact, one split second from calling when your manager phoned you instead.
"Hello," you answered, desperately trying to hide the strain from your voice.
"They want you to perform at the Grammy's," your manager, Gina, wasted no time with pleasantries.
"Oh my god," you didn't know how to feel. "That's in three days!" This album meant so much to you, but it was entirely about falling and being in love with Steve. How could you perform one of your best love songs on one of the biggest stages in music with a broken heart?
"Do they want a specific song?" Somehow your mind kept working even though your heart was breaking all over again.
"You get to choose," Gina continued to gush, but you couldn't listen. Having to choose was almost worse. You managed to tune back in for the last bit of information. "I know it's weird because you're not nominated, but nobody expected Rihanna to have to pull out. The news is her baby is the picture of health though! Since this is so last minute, they need to know what song the day after tomorrow for scheduling purposes."
"I'll do Timeless," you blurted out. Having to make the decision would be the worst part, right? So now you can just prepare and deal with it.
"You sure?" she asked, wary of it being one of the most detailed love songs on the album.
"Yep!" The enthusiasm was easy to fake. You were excited to perform at the Grammy's, and this is the song you're most proud of. It'll be fine.
"I'll let them know! Check your email for the itinerary. Bye!" she hung up in a flash, leaving you alone with your thoughts again.
Steve's contact was still pulled up on your phone. It felt like it was mocking you. Of course, Timeless would be the song you blurt out in a panic. It was the one you were most excited for him to hear. You can't imagine he's listened to the album. He might not even know it was released. A Grammy's performance was the closest to a guarantee that he'd hear it.
Now you just had to practice singing as if it wasn't going to emotionally wreck you.
-
"We've been invited to the Grammy's," Tony burst into the room with no preamble.
"Who's we?" Sam asked, already planning the suit he would wear in his mind.
"Four of us, bird brain," Tony replied swiftly. "Normally I'd be all over this, but I promised Morgan I would build her big girl bed with her tomorrow, so I'm stuck. You all have to go."
Nat, Sam, and Bucky all seemed okay with the invitation, and in Sam's case mildly excited. Steve, on the other hand, scowled at Tony. He was only about 60% sure the Grammy's were for music, but if the 60% was right he would rather go on a mission in Antarctica than potentially be in the same building as Y/N right now.
"I don't wanna hear it, Capsicle." Tony read the look on his face. "Four of us have to be there, and as our fearless leader that means you. Friday will send the details." He walked out much the same way he walked in, with a dramatic flair that left no room for questions.
"I guess we're going to the Grammy's," Nat cut a look across the room to Steve, gauging his reaction.
"So we are," he mumbled, quickly leaving the room before anyone could ask him about you.
-
Getting ready in your apartment was the only thing holding you together. Gina came over early this morning to lay out the details of your dress, hair, makeup, and any last-minute accessory decisions.
"You ready for this?" she asked, buzzing with excitement. The car would be here to pick you up any minute.
"As I'll ever be," you shakily replied. Despite making the decision quickly, you'd yet to settle the reality of performing the song in front of a crowd with how it felt to record it alone in a booth.
"Well, you can shake off those last few nerves right now. You're gonna be amazing. Remember, you're toward the end of the show. I guess you'll be a break from the nominated artists just before they announce album of the year, okay?"
You merely nodded in response, still trying to get over the nerves. You followed her down to the car, going over the lyrics in your head. Repetition was your best bet to stave off any emotional outbursts during the actual performance.
-
Steve had barely said a word all day, choosing instead to just float through the day. He wore the suit presented to him with no questions asked. He followed the schedule Friday had given him to a tee. He left no room for conversation, the glare on his face deterring any small talk.
He looked up the list of performers in an attempt to see if Y/N would be there, but she wasn't listed. The only thing causing him worry was the "surprise guest" that had been invited to replace Rihanna, who had to pull out of performing because she had a baby a few days ago. The amount of detail about other people's lives on the internet still surprised Steve sometimes, but he was glad to hear she was doing well- whoever she was.
He managed to hold it together through the red carpet, hearing whispers from the crowds that strung his and your name together. That was one of the things that drew the two of you together. It may have been a different kind of attention, but you both had faces the general public might recognize. Being the center of attention was never the goal for either of you, so your relationship remained largely private.
"Weird that he didn't walk the carpet with Y/N..." one guest whispered. Steve's enhanced hearing meant he could still pick up the voices. It was almost as if he was involuntarily listening for your name and honing in on the conversation.
"I mean, they've always been private... unless, do you think they broke up?" the responder gasped. Steve felt his heartbeat increase, being the subject of rumors and gossip never sat well with him.
"But this whole album is so happy! Maybe she-"
Steve was pulled inside before he could hear the rest. Probably for the best, he thought. Now that he knew you were here, he needed to focus on avoiding you.
Apparently, that wouldn't be hard. He and his fellow Avengers assigned seats were much further back than the musicians that were invited or nominated. He could see you from his seat, but you were far enough away to basically guarantee no forced interactions.
He merely sat in his seat, greeting people as they stopped by to say hello, and waited for the show to start. The quicker this thing was over, the quicker he would be able to go back to avoiding his feelings.
-
Walking the carpet was an absolute dream. You only wish you could've been more present. You were still incredibly nervous for your performance, and the murmurs you heard about the Avengers being in attendance did nothing to help.
You just had to choose to believe that Steve wouldn't come tonight. Unless he was so unaffected by the breakup that he could be here without it being a problem, which was a scenario you needed to put out of your head. No thoughts of break ups or Steve. At least, not until the performance.
Finding your table was easy enough once you got inside, and refusing to look around may have seemed odd, but people could easily chalk it up to nerves. Not many new about your surprise performance, but everyone knew it was your first Grammy's ceremony You were on tour when you were nominated for Best New Artist, ultimately winning the award, but missing out on the ceremony.
Other artists stopped by and chatted for a few minutes until eventually the lights dimmed and the show began.
-
Before long, a stage manager was ushering you out of your chair on a commercial break and bringing you backstage to get ready. You hadn't had much choice when it came to your carpet look- a gorgeous pink dress with plenty of tulle- but your performance look was more customizable.
You chose a dark blue set with plenty of crystals sewn onto the fabric. It looked like the night sky, and if blue is Steve's favorite color so what. This was the exact vibe you'd dreamed up when you were writing the song, so it only felt right to perform in it.
Your hair and makeup needed minimal changes, so after a few touch ups, you were being ushered toward the stage. It seemed everything backstage was happening fast enough to leave no time for nerves.
"And now, our long awaited surprise performer! She has taken the world by storm with her surprise release, I wouldn't be surprised if we saw her nominated for next year's awards. Please welcome F/N L/N performing Timeless!"
You were already seated at the piano when the curtains were drawn back. Although the song wasn't a piano ballad on the album, it felt right for this performance. You wasted no time getting started once the cheers died down.
Down the block there's an antique shop and something in my head said stop, so I walked in. On the counter was a cardboard box and the sign said "Photo's 25 cents each."
They were some very literal opening lines, and unsurprisingly the memories were flooding through you. You were out walking around the city, trying to clear your head, when you stumbled upon an antique store. The photos on the counter were the very first inspiration for lyrics to the vague idea of a song.
Black and white, saw a 30s bride and two lovers laughing on the porch of their first house. The kind of love you only find once in a lifetime. The kind you don't put down. And that's when I called you, and it's so hard to explain, but in those photos, I saw us instead.
It was so easy to envision Steve in the 30s, you couldn't help but put yourself in these photos with him. Your lives would be so different if you'd met back then, but there wasn't a doubt in your mind that you would love him just the same.
And, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other. In another life, you still would've turned my head.
This was something you'd told Steve over and over. Every time he felt unsure of being in this time, you said "I would love you in any life, Steve. Any life. I'm just glad you found me in this one." You really had to gear up for the first chorus. It had one of the most telling, and therefore nerve wracking, lines.
-
Even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944, and you were headed off to fight in the war. You still would've been mine. We would've been timeless.
Steve was slack jawed as he listened to your song for the first time. The way you were able to take the little memories and build such a beautiful melody out of them astounded him. His emotions were suddenly overwhelming, and there was now way for him to runaway from them this time.
I would've read your love letters every single night, and prayed to god you'd be coming home alright. And you would've been fine. We would've been timeless.
It wasn't that far off from this reality. Anytime Steve was on a mission, he'd write you letters to read while he was away. After the first time, you started writing letters for him to take with him as well. Even if the two of you couldn't talk on the phone, you had something from the other to tide you over.
'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this. So even in a different life, you still would've been mine. We would've been timeless.
There was that line about a different life again. Steve already felt like he was living a different life, and somehow you knew exactly how to express what he was feeling while simultaneously reassuring him of your own love.
I had to smile when it caught my eye, there was one of a teenage couple in the driveway. Holdin' hands on the way to a dance and the date on the back said 1958. Which brought me back to the first time I saw you. Time stood still like something in this old shop.
Steve could still easily picture the very first second he saw your face. He wanted to be anywhere but Tony's party, having just come back from a mission that was only moderately successful. They had saved the hostages, but the Hydra agents managed to escape. He wanted nothing more than to track them down and being at the party would only delay everything.
When Tony brought you around for introductions, he found the mission had slipped entirely from his head. You somehow managed to lighten the mood without knowing why he was so grumpy, earning an uncharacteristic laugh from Steve still in Captain mode.
It was no surprise to anyone at the party when the two of you spent the rest of the evening together. Sitting at the bar, or the rare slow dance meant you could continue the never ending conversation.
Steve found himself so lost in thought, he missed most of the second verse and chorus. It wasn't until Bucky nudged him that he refocused on your words.
-
We're gonna be... I'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray. We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made. And you'll say, "Oh my, we really were timeless."
You could feel the tears building through the second chorus and the bridge, but the third chorus really broke you down. You didn't understand why Steve decided it was best to break up and never getting that closure was taking its toll. You couldn't stop the few tears from falling, the notes that followed uncharacteristically wobbly.
-
We're gonna be timeless, timeless. You still would've been mine. We would've been... Even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944. You still would've been mine. We would've been...
Steve could hear the tears in your voice easier than he could see them. His moment of weakness was haunting him as his own tears started to fall. He brushed them away quickly, forcing himself to hold it together until you were done.
Down the block there's an antique shop and something in my head said stop, so I walked in.
It was clear to him now more than ever that he was so wrong. He let his insecurities get the better of him, and messed up the single greatest thing that had come from being in this century.
With the show nearly over, he didn't think anyone would notice his absence. Instead of returning to his seat at the end of the commercial break, he slipped out a side exit. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you, but had no way of finding you.
"Steve!" He turned at the sound of a familiar voice calling his name. To his surprise, your manager was standing just a few feet away. "She left right after the song, said she's too tired for the afterparty."
Steve nodded, unsure why she was telling him.
"Here's her current address. Code to the elevator is 0704," she winked, passing him a slip of paper. Understanding dawned on him, and he wanted to scream.
"Thank you, Gina. Really," he managed to control the maelstrom of emotion, subtly slipping outside as quickly as he could. He was meant to ride home in the hired car with the rest of the Avengers, but your address wasn't too far from the Garden. He opted to walk, slowly transitioning into a run as his desperation grew. The flash of cameras followed him down the street, but with his speed he outpaced them quickly enough. He had one thing on his mind and one thing only, fixing things with you.
-
The pounding on your door scared you more than you'd care to admit. Nobody should be able to reach this floor without the code, but still. The knocking had an air of desperation that you wouldn't expect from anyone visiting right now. Gina was the logical choice, but was skipping the afterparty that big of a deal?
You had planned to double check through the peephole, but before you reached the door, the very last voice you'd have expected sounded clear through the door.
"Y/N? Gina, she gave me the code. I just, I need to apologize. I... I fucked up." He stalled, in nearly as much disbelief as you at hearing the words fall out of his mouth.
You swung the door open, gesturing for him to come in. You didn't trust yourself to speak. Hell, you barely trusted yourself to look at him. Once you both settled on the couch, you finally risked a glance.
Steve looked more distraught than you'd ever seen him, but his lack of explanation still left you reeling. He seemed to be at a loss for words himself until you looked at him.
"We really are timeless, huh?" he tried easing into things, instantly regretting his choice of words when you nearly vaulted off the couch.
"Steve, what the hell? You break up with me with no explanation and show up quoting my own lyrics to me?" your words lacked the anger you wished you could express, too raw from the performance to cover the dimensions of hurt. The tears were quick to return to your eyes as Steve slowly approached you.
He grabbed your hands in his and when you showed no signs of pulling away, tried again. "I made the biggest mistake of my life that day. Not just in not explaining, but in deciding I knew what was best for you. In thinking I was doing the right thing by giving in to my fears.
"You are single-handedly the greatest person I've ever known. And I overheard these women saying you could have anyone and do anything... I managed to convince myself that you deserved more. To pretend like breaking up with you was noble and not because I was afraid you'd come to the same conclusion as them"
"Steve," you shook your head, a few tears falling. You were at a loss for words. For the last two months, you thought he just fell out of love with you. His reasoning, although flawed, was reassuring. Still, it didn't undo the hurt he caused.
"I should've known better. And I can't undo what I've already done, but I can promise to never doubt you again. To come to you with my insecurities and listen to your voice when mine isn't strong enough. And I hope I can be that person for you in life- to reassure you when you feel lost." He took a deep breath before continuing, "I love you and if you'll have me again, I want to be timeless with you."
You could feel yourself squeezing his hands tighter and tighter as he spoke, trying to funnel the overwhelming emotions into physical exertion instead of tears.
"I love you too," you whispered, voice breaking on a fresh wave of tears. You wrapped your arms around him, letting him lead you back to the couch. You still had a lot to discuss, but right now, you just wanted him to hold you.
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Bonus:
A few hours later, after many discussions about ignoring gossip and coming to each other with your problems, Steve finally managed to work up the nerve to voice once more question.
"Is the rest of the album about loving me, or is there a breakup song on there? Because I can handle it, but I might need some warning."
You stared at him for a beat before the question really sunk in.
"You haven't listened to any of it?" you confirmed. When he nodded, you just smirked. "While, I guess you'll find out right now then."
You knew it was 13 songs expressing different kinds of love for him, but you would let him sweat it out for the next 57 minutes.
a/n: here are the songs I envision on the album lol:
Timeless, Call It What You Want, Sweet Nothing, Daylight, New Year's Day, invisible string, Dress, False God, Paper Rings, Cornelia Street, evermore, Today Was A Fairytale, Lover
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I may or may not be going insane but after letting the new song cook in my head all night I'm ready to defend it - aka overanalyzing the lyrics to prove you Jere is smart and knows what he's doing
It finally clicked to me after I remembered that Kaivohuone gig speech, and the joke how he HAS to make better song than Cha Cha Cha, or he's gonna shoot himself if he has to listen to it any longer. And then let's look at those lyrics again.
365 party days in a year
Party yesterday, party today and party tomorrow
Party all around, overseas and in Finland
Can't escape the party no matter how you run
You'll feel this party in your hair and soon in your ass [or: the fire under your ass]
It's an aggressive, end-of-the-world rave song, bass is pumping, crowd is chanting, and he can't escape the party he's created by himself. The party obviously being Cha Cha Cha and the hype around it, it's right there in the title when you know how "It's crazy it's party" was born - his catchphrase he came up by accident.
To put another dark twist on all this, the phrase "Elämä on laiffii" ('Life is what it is', lit. "life is life") is a famous quote, and another legendary one-liner in Finnish history, from the Olympics winner Matti Nykänen
Eurovision fame isn't exactly the same as winning the Olympics but Jere sure does hold some records on his own, including the 100 million Cha Cha Cha streams.
As for the second paragraph, with the parties usually heavily linking to alcohol, and Jere always having a can of lonkero in his hand, you might see where I'm going with this. It makes an interesting detail, for sure. (He's also referred to Nykänen in Tuuliviiri, if I'm hearing the lyrics correctly)
I can't for the life of me understand Tommy's first verse which will either make or break my theory lmao, but he does say 'losing my mind' and 'alcohol'.
The second verse + end half I'm interpreting more loosely, it could be about the side fame he's not yet tired of. Or, "Of course I wanna party with you" - we've learned directly from Jere's mouth before how he's had some difficulties to say 'no'.
Ok, this was a post from your friendly translator frog! 🐸 (feel free to throw stones at me now lol)
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before the coffee gets cold: #4 with rafe
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thank you so much lovely anon!! I hope you like this and it is what you wished it would be <3
put your records on
PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader
SUMMARY: you and rafe have a little dance party at your place, which leads to something big.
WARNINGS: kissing & fluff + lmk if I missed something!
EDITH SPEAKS: my god I'm so lonely I need this in my life please 😭
PROMPT REQUESTED: "Did you just kiss me?"
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Rafe watches you from his position on the edge of your bed, as you walk to your little cabinet of all your favorite vinyls.
"What are you in the mood for?" You ask, crouched in front of the cabinet as you look carefully at all the records you've collected.
"Anything," he says, falling on his back on the bed. He looks at your ceiling as he hears you select a record and carefully place it on the record player.
The soft instrumentals of the slow song you chose start to fill in your room as you let out a satisfied sigh. If nothing can calm you down when you're feeling anxious about something, you know this song can.
You walk towards your bed and take Rafe's hand in yours. "Come on!" You say, trying to pull him up but he doesn't budge.
"Noooo!" He whines, and your grip on his hand becomes stronger, but he's so much stronger than you will ever be so you aren't able to pull him up even now.
"Dance with me, please," you pout, letting go of his hand. He looks at you for a few seconds, before getting up from the bed.
"Fine," he sighs, as you beam at him. He stands up right in front of you, and wraps his arms around your waist as yours are around his neck. He starts to move you both to the slow - yet serene melody of the song. Your eyes close as you lean in your head against his chest. He pulls you in closer, his arms around you wrapped so tight.
Rafe continues to sway the two of you to the song. You hear him softly hum to the lyrics of the song, his voice bringing you an instant peace. You feel his chest hum against your ear, and the small melodic vibrations help you relax.
You lift your head up to look in his eyes, and you lean your chin on his chest, not breaking your gaze. He looks at you with his soft, blue eyes, which never fail to remind you of the cornflower petals.
Rafe starts to lean in closer to you, and you feel your heartbeat pick up pace. But instead of moving back, you don't budge, and before you know it, his lips are pressing against yours.
So soft, so heavenly.
They stay on there for just a second, as you feel his plush lips against yours. Their sweetness sticks to you and you feel empty just as he pulls back. You look at him with wide eyes, not able to process what just happened.
"Did you just kiss me?" You whisper, both of you now standing completely still, but the music still keeps on flowing from your player. Rafe looks like he's at a loss of words, and he slowly starts to back away from you, his arms leaving their place around you.
"I'm- I'm so sorry I... I shouldn't have-" He stutters, avoiding eye contact with you as the heat rises to his cheeks, making them burn red. You are shocked at the sudden change in the mood between you two, as Rafe is trying to find words to explain himself, and has started to make his way out the door.
"I'm such an idiot I'm so so sorry I shouldn't have done that..." He says, his eyes still not meeting yours as he quickly gets his jacket from your bed.
"Rafe," you say, but he doesn't listen. His ramble continues on, on how he should've asked you before he did it, how you probably hate him now and never want to see his face again, how he messed up everything you have and now nothing can go back to being what it was.
"Rafe, look at me!" You say, louder, and he instantly shuts up and his eyes immediately look towards you. With wide eyes and a heavy breath, he watches you make your way to him. You move your hand up to gently touch his face, and start to caress his cheek with your thumb. His facial expression relaxes and his breathing slows down.
You say nothing, and only close the gap between you two by pressing your lips on his. You pull back for a second, but instantly go back in, pulling him closer to you as your lips move against his, your eyes fluttered shut at their sweet, sweet taste.
You gently pull back and look up at him through your hooded eyes. "Stay here?" You mumble, your eyes now on his lips as you crave them on yours back again.
He nods as his response, and leans in to kiss you again.
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Not sure if I can fully articulate my thoughts about Jaskier’s growth as an artist throughout the seasons of The Witcher but I'm going to give it a go.
Because when we meet him in season 1 , he's more or less just starting out. He's fresh from Oxenfurt and determined to make a name for himself on the continent. The trouble is, he's got nothing to draw on. He's still young so his experience is negligible. He performs songs about monsters and creatures with little accuracy or meaning, and we meet him being jeered and pelted with food.
Meeting Geralt gives him a new inspiration for original songs, although he's not truthful, particularly in Toss a Coin. As Geralt said, that's not what happened, and Jaskier responds with respect doesn't make history. He's still too young and too inexperienced to realise what impact his songs can have, and he's solely determined to improve the reputations of Witchers along with his own reputation.
The two other songs in season 1 are Fishmongers Daughter, which I'm not going to discuss in any detail, and Her Sweet Kiss. Now one cane argue that the latter is heavily drawn from personal emotion and feeling, but the end result is a fairly normal ballad style of song with poetry as lyrics and vivid imagery and metaphors. It's a start, but Jaskier still has a long way to go.
Then we get to season 2, where we find Jaskier in the early stages of recognition. We see him performing in a packed bar, with accompaniment, and the crowd are lapping it up. It helps that the song he's singing comes, as per his own words, from the heart. Burn Butcher, Burn is 100% emotion, 100% authentic, and gone is the poetry. The lyrics are raw and passionate.
Despite this, we're led to believe that he found his fame with The Golden One. In contrast with BBB, this song lacks any emotional punch. It's purely a story or anecdote set to music. A fun little ditty, but unless you can suspend your disbelief, if open to criticism. As happens when attempting to smuggle the Elves onto the ship.
Now, we know that at this point, Jaskier has done and seen and experienced far more things than he had in season 1, and this has left an impact on him. He has matured and developed his sense of empathy and his kindness so much more than the immature travelling bard showed in Posada, thanks tp witnessing the violence and persecution of the elves, while also dealing with his own broken heart. Yet he's still clinging on to his want and desire to be respected and applauded for his skill and talent in writing and singing songs, so we see that he does not take criticism well.
More happens in season 2 to shape and form him, Rience's torture for one, the massacre at Kaer Morhen, his friendship with Yennefer and his mending (such as it is) of his friendship with Geralt along with the continuing politics all across the continent.
I do have a soft spot for Whoreson Prison Blues. The first two verses are beautiful, followed by a very crude, very catchy chorus. I can't imagine he would include it in future sets, but it's so personal to him in that moment that I love it.
Little wonder that by Season Three, we are met with yet more changes in our bard. His words to Radovid stating that he doesn't 'do pretty' suggest to me that he has consciously decided to move away from filling his songs with poetry and imagery and is focused more on honesty and truth. Extraordinary Things which immediately follows is a perfect demonstration of Jaskier singing openly and from the heart.
But what I wanted to get to in this long winded post, is that this is the season we finally see the Emotional Impact Jaskier's songs have on other people. No criticisms, no jokes, just the power of his music.
Whatever your opinion on Radovid and his motivations, Extraordinary Things affected him. You can see this in his reaction as he hears it for the first time, and he so clearly can't get it out of his head after hearing it only one time, that he goes above and beyond to learn it.
Next is Ciri, and we see Jaskier singing a lullaby (which he may or may not have written himself, jury's out on that) to her. Later, in the desert, she sings the lullaby back to herself, drawing strength and courage from it. This power has been given by Jaskier through his singing, making her feel safe and loved in a vulnerable moment.
Finally, Eternal Flowers, which I'll say here, is the best I've ever heard Joey sing, both on the album version and in the live performance on the show. He has his lute, but he lays it down like laying down a weapon. It's just him, stripped bare, open, vulnerable, honest, true. This is not his song, but he feels the emotion and the message as thought it was. His empathy is shining. It moves him to tears, but not only him, the Dryads also feel the emotion he is channelling, and it moves them to tears.
I don't have much of a conclusion to this ramble, but TL;DR, Jaskier’s songwriting and art has evolved over the three seasons and his bardic power is a might force to be reckoned with. He will be remembered long after Valdo for his honesty and beauty.
Not pretty. Real.
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i love you.
mbappé x f! reader.
y/n bleaches her best friend of five years, kylian, hair. who knew bleaching hair could be so romantic?
yet again, another friends to lovers. there’s nothing better than that istg lmfao.
songs to listen to while reading this: sure thing by miguel, new person, same old mistakes by tame impala, and looking out for you by joy again.
made this @ 4 am, enjoy.
“are you sure about this, kylian? you do know that you have to bleach your hair multiple times to achieve this color.” you ask unsure.
you were on the way to the hair store with your bestfriend of five years, kylian mbappé.
he wanted to celebrate his 19th birthday by dyeing his hair white and instead of going to a salon, he wanted you to dye it. the reason as to why? well, he thought it’d just be fun.
“yes, y/n. you asked me this a hundred times. i am 100% sure. i, kylian mbappé wants you, y/n y/l/n, to dye my hair white.” he says chuckling while opening the door of the hair store for you to enter.
you mutter out a quick thank you to him and he nods in response.
ten minutes later.
“alright, this is everything. the bleach, toner, mixing bowl, and gloves. you ready?” you ask, laying everything out on the bathroom counter.
“yea, i’m ready.” kylian says rolling his gaming chair into the bathroom.
“your gonna sit on that?”
“uh, yea.” he says in a ‘duh’ tone.
“why do you still have your shirt on? it’s a nice shirt, take it off.” you slightly scold him because he should know better.
“i’ve never bleached my hair before, i didn’t know, relax mom.” he says in a mocking tone before swiftly removing his shirt.
you couldn’t help yourself.
okay, you knew kylian had a nice body. but, he’s your friend. you remember when he was scrawny, awkward and had like a million posters up of cristiano ronaldo like a loser.
he wasn’t that same young mbappé. also, he was an athlete, a football player. he was lean yet broad. his muscles were so defined.
“what the fuck.” you whisper to yourself. you basically just eye-fucked your bestfriend.
you snap out of your head to see kylian smirking at you.
“like what you see?” he says while wiggling his eyebrows.
“oh shut up, mbappé. i don’t.”
“are you sure because it looked like you were gonna start drooling any moment now.” he says, smirking.
“i hope you do know i have the ability to mess up your hair, right?” you say, shifting your weight on your hand on your hip.
“okay, alright y/n, i’m sorry. please do not mess up my hair.” he says, holding both of his hands together while pouting.
“ew, stop it. you look ugly.” you say, laughing at his now offended face.
“okay, do my hair now, you little shit.” he says jokingly.
you begin the mixing process for the bleach and developer as kylian turns on his ‘chill’ playlist.
the first song that plays is ‘sure thing’ by miguel. kylian immediately starts grooving to the beat with a small smile decorating his face.
you look at him and smile, your best friend is truly your best friend. he knows all the ways to your heart.
he sees you looking and begins to sing the lyrics to you.
‘i got faith in you and i, so put your pretty little hand in mine.’ he sings along with the song while pointing at you.
he’s so cute.
you throw him the middle finger, he laughs, the song continues to play as you two subtly hum along the tune.
“alright, let’s paint this bad boy on you.” you say sliding on the gloves and positioning yourself in front of kylian.
you spread vaseline around his hairline and ears.
you begin applying the mixture at the top of his head, as it is easily accessible.
a new song begins to play, ‘new person, same old mistakes’ by tame impala.
kylian randomly sets his hand on your waist. he’s always like this, touchy. so it didn’t seem out of the ordinary.
‘will i be in too deep? going with what i always longed for.’
“for support.” he blurts out. feeling the need to explain, for some reason.
“okay…?” you chuckle.
a few moments passed when kylian begins to slightly tap on your waist with his index finger to the beat of the song.
“hm, that feels nice.” you say thoughtlessly.
“mmm, it does?” he says agreeing.
you reach the spots that are near his sensitive spots.
“hold on, ky. lift your head up a bit.” you say bending your knees slightly, trying to cover the spots with bleach without accidentally getting it on his skin.
“you can sit on me, if you want.”
‘in a new direction, so how will i know i’ve gone too far?’
“you sure?” you ask, taken aback by the sudden offer.
“yeah, come here, i don’t bite.” he says, removing his hands from your waist, patting his empty lap.
kylian is just your best friend, best friends do this all the time. it’s nothing. you’re just sitting on his lap.
you get closer, opening your legs more before situating yourself onto his lap.
it’s warm, kylian’s warm.
his hands make his way up to your thighs, holding onto them while you make sure you are seated on his lap properly.
“what are you doin-“ you’re quick to ask. but, cut off by kylian.
“are you comfortable? is this alright? just making sure you don’t fall off.” he says making the mistake of looking you in the eye.
when you’re with kylian, everything feels warm. your cheeks feel warm, your heart feels warm, and the world feels light. your heart, it flutters.
you look back into his eyes. those eyes you grew to love. those clear, beautiful dark brown eyes. you two just stare at each other. the air in the room taking a dramatic shift.
before you can ask, he beats you to it.
“y/n, can i kiss you?” he says, voice cracking a bit. he was obviously nervous.
you look at him with so much tenderness and… love?
setting the bowl of bleach down on the counter, you answer him.
“yes, mbappé, i want you to kiss me.” you say, smiling. you usually never smile this big, the times you did; it was because of your best friend, kylian mbappé.
he dives right in.
first, a small peck, like when you’re at an ice cream shop and they give you those small spoons for you try out an ice cream flavor. just testing it out.
he pulls back and looks at you for approval, in case you wanted to back out.
then, he goes all in. holding your waist, caressing it a bit as he kisses you like his life depends on it. you bring both of your arms behind his neck, your body goes limp. you feel a swipe of tongue on your lips, his hand trails down to your bottom, gripping on it. you gasp.
bad idea.
he slips his tongue in and loses control. he drags his tongue against yours, basically wrestling. stopping in the middle sometimes to admire you, giving you a peck before diving right back in again. softly & playfully biting down on your lip, he pulls back, licking his lips and staring at you.
you two, breathless.
the only thing in the room right now is the terrible smell of bleach, the sound of heavy breathing coming from the both of you, and ‘looking out for you’ by joy again leaking from the speaker of kylian’s phone.
you feel something poking your bottom.
you get up from his lap immediately, grabbing the bowl and impulsively begin applying bleach to the rest of his hair.
you hear a sigh leave your best friend’s mouth.
‘when will you start looking out for me too. instead of leaving me staring at my shoes?’
“y/n.” he says.
…
“y/n.”
…
“y/n, i love you.”
you freeze.
you continue to ignore him.
“all set, it already began to lighten your hair, look. i’m still gonna cover it with a bag to speed up the process though.” you say, acting obliviously.
he’s quiet, so you face him. he looks so… sad. it makes your heart hurt. you quickly wrap the plastic bag on his head.
‘i’m all choked up on my own throat, i guess there is no hope.’
“oh yea, where’d you learn to kiss like that? it was like the best kiss i’ve ever received.” you said, forcing out an awfully fake laugh.
he only glares at you.
“not funny? okay…”
“yea, also, the only kiss. we both know you’ve never kissed anyone before.” he spits out.
“not true.” you scoff.
“yea it is.” he says, standing up and pining you in between the wall and himself.
“woah, calm down. are you gonna hit me because i didn’t say i love you back? fine, i love you, kylian, my best friend forever.” you say, smiling playfully.
‘it’s the same old situation, you’ve always got me waiting.’
“c’mon, i’m serious y/n. who kisses their best friend like that? i see how you look at me and you know how i love you. i want you, y/n. i know you want me too.” he says, a bit defeated.
you can’t hold up the mask anymore, you begin to tear up. you are utterly in love with your best friend of five years and you can’t hide it.
he tips his head lower and sees your eyes watering up, he smiles. he knows how much of a crybaby you are.
“of course stupid, i want you so bad.” you say, smiling as he wipes away your stray tears.
“you know, i’d take you more seriously if you didn’t have a bag on your head and a massive boner right now.” you both laugh.
“the things you do to me, you know, you should help me with this. it’s your fault.” he says jokingly.
you playfully smack his arm with a huge smile on your face.
‘she’s beaming that smile, all the while.’
“sure. but, you’ll have to teach me. now come on, let’s wash this bleach off.” you say winking at him and turning around to turn the faucet on.
“i love you so much, y/n.” he says wrapping his arms around you from behind and leaving soft kisses down your neck.
“i love you too, mbappé.” you say, turning yourself around, holding his face and leaving pecks all over.
later that night.
you were done with his hair, it came out perfectly. exactly how he wanted it. you took many photos of him, you had a whole album of pictures that you’ve taken of kylian throughout the years. how could you not tell how in love you were with him?
you guys were now in bed, snuggled up together.
just comfortable silence and warmth.
“by the way, that was my first kiss as well.” he admits.
“really? no way. you’re lying.” you exclaim, turning around to face him.
“nah, maybe i’m just a natural.” he says pointing out his bottom lip and tilting his head with confidence.
you giggle.
but, stop to see a serious look adorned on your best friend’s face.
“i could say it a million times, i really love you, y/n. i wanna give the world to you. you’re so beautiful, prettiest girl i’ve ever laid my eyes on. i love your humor, the way you laugh. the way you take care of me, the way you annoy me. you’ll always be my best friend. even when you become my girlfriend.”
he’s so sweet, you could burst. he really loves you, you look at him with so much love.
“what makes you so sure i’ll be your girlfriend?” you respond jokingly.
“will you be my girlfriend, y/n y/l/n?”
“duh.”
he laughs, kissing all over your face and tickling you.
“you’re the best birthday gift ever.”
took me like a whole week to drop a new fic, i apologize </3. i’m working on like two fics right now with veryyy detailed plots so they’re taking a while to complete. ty for reading!
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♡ 𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ♥︎
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"𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬?𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴...𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰-𝘭𝘰-𝘭𝘰-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"
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ꕤ ℓєє нєєѕєυηց [이희승]
Learning your favourite song and singing it for you- with those angel vocals, it goes without saying that hee is gonna serenade you with your favourite songs. And the best part is that you don’t even have to ask him to do that for you; he’s gonna remember your most liked songs on his own accord and practice them to surprise you. At midnight, hanging out at your place, setting up the cozy atmosphere with his guitar strings and honey voice. “♪…for as long as I live for as long as I love, I’ll never not think about you. From the moment we met..I knew you were the one, so no matter what I do..yeah, I’ll never not think about you …♪ “
Giggling around you more often than needed- you make him so incredibly happy and it’s evident. And no matter what, he cannot hide his obvious giggles and wide smile whenever you’re in his proximity!
Stealing glances of you and smiling shyly- rosy cheeks and shy glances are 100% his thing when he’s in love with you. His heart beats abnormally fast and the corners of his mouth crinkle like a reflex action even at the thought of you. You’re so beautiful in his vision, that he can’t tear his eyes off you and has to look at you and appreciate your beauty every chance he gets.
Looking at you wide eyed - heeseung’s whole world blurs out when he’s looking at you. His bambi pupils dilate to capture more light from your presence, and he’s in shuddering awe. His eyes travel from your hair to your face features to your entire body upto your feet and everywhere he sees, he sees only god moulded perfection. You catch his attention the moment you walk inside the room and even if his words don’t reveal his fascination, his eyes can’t hide the overwhelming appreciation he secretly has for you.
Complimenting you- hee is quite bold. If he thinks you’re pretty, after much contemplating and fighting his shyness, he’s gonna let you know about it. Not exaggerated or cheesy forms of affection but simple yet genuine expressions like “you look good.” “You’re really pretty y/n.” and then he’s gonna turn his head away from embarrassment lol. (what a cutie)
Taking you to gaming arcades with him- heeseung loves gaming!! And if you’re the one who can accompany him in that, YOU ARE HIS IDEAL GIRL. Even if you aren’t, don’t worry, he’s gonna take you to game arcades and so excitedly and attentively introduce you to everything and teach you how to play. Man is even gonna try his best to win plushies for you, aiming to steal your heart along with it in the process. ;)
Sending you song playlists- it’s his love language no cap. Arranging a playlist filled with comforting vocals and his hidden feelings depicted in the lyrics- that’s the kind of playlist he would make for you. He would hope you would feel the same emotions he felt thinking of you while listening to the songs and would escalate to cloud 9 if you tell him detailed review of all the songs!
Talking to the members about you- enhypen is his family. And besides they know him so well that they’re gonna find out his love for you even before he says, so instead of attempting to hide it he will share his feelings about you with them. He’d blush so much at first but soon begin to hold deep and serious conversations about you and ask his beloved members for appropriate advices and consolation.
ꕤ ραяк วαу [박종성]
Cooking home made meals for you- Jay’s love language is cooking for you. And the most endearing part is that he will cook your favourite cuisine for you with utmost effort & dedication. He’s also gonna set the table for you with candles and roses like the romantic man he is, even dress up and formally eat dinner with you in such a cozy & heart fluttering manner. These special dinner nights happen atleast once a month whenever he finds time.
Making you walk on the other side of the road- he protects the ones he loves with everything he’s got bc he loves being a reliable figure on whom his loved ones can rely on. So everytime you go out, he’s gonna make you walk on the other side of the road and encase you within his figure completely to make you feel as secure and safe as possible.
Protective holds around your shoulder- this is the most reassuring and easing form of physical affection you can experience. You’re anxious or nervous? He pats your shoulder in easing strokes. You are out in public and feel uncomfortable? He pats your shoulder to remind you he’s there. Someone tries to flirt with you while he’s there? He’s gonna drape his hand around your shoulder protectively to drive off the weirdos away.
Taking you out for shopping- jay loves fashion and looking fashionable and when his shopping spree is accompanied by your presence, it’s like a golden opportunity for him! He will be your best stylist, being patient and making you try as many stores as you want, picking what’s best for you and ofc NOT letting you pay for anything being the fine gentleman he is. “Accept these as gifts from me y/n.” He’d say smiling and if you try to resist, you’ll see the most adorable pout and frown on his face which will make you give in to him anyway.
Paying attention to your likes/dislikes- he has all your preferences memorized like the lyrics of his favourite song. Your food preferences, your trip preferences, style, colours- he knows it all and will always act accordingly to please you.
Smiling at you in heartfelt manner- there are people smiling at you and then there’s jay’s kind of sweetheart smile, the kind of smile that burns layers beneath your skin and makes you feel like he’s appreciating your raw beauty. There’s so much tenderness and honesty in his eyes that you lose yourself everytime you look inside his galaxies.
Telling you about his feelings honestly- transparency and honesty is two of the most important things to jay, especially in a relationship. So once you two have grown close enough and he knows you’re comfortable with him, he’s gonna confess his feelings of love to you in a mature and direct way, leaving you completely flustered, and in a sweet daze.
ꕤ ѕιм วαєуυη [심재윤]
Getting awkward and clumsy around you- jake being in love is like him being the most adorable little dork on this planet earth. Bumping his knee on the table while staring at you, stubbing his pinky while pulling the chair for you, choking on his drink when you walk in and ofcourse the infamous bumping his forehead on the corridor wall while waving you goodbye with his eyes glued on you! :p <3 sim jaeyun is the definition of adorable.
Smiling shyly out of nowhere whenever you are here- he’s so smiley around you oh my god, and his lovesick happiness almost creeps out the members and makes them feel like he’s possessed by the spirit of Romeo or sth. Jake is always giggling in his squeaky voice and it’s so random, it’s like even hearing you breathe and watching you do mundane things, make him feel like the happiest and luckiest man on earth.
Blushing when you compliment him- jake gets really shy in general when anyone compliments him out of the blue, but when it’s with you? Oh boy he goes into tomato mode and becomes so awkward that he doesn’t know how to respond. He’s got the shy-est and cutest smile on his face and he’s pushing his hair back or scratching the back of his neck with rosy pink cheeks bc he’s so flustered. Will take a solid 5 minute to calm tf down and thank you and compliment you in return! >~<
Sending you song lyrics- this is jake’s way of declaring his love for you. Randomly texting you Justin bieber’s lyrics “someone to make me stay around..oh girl I wish you would” “picture perfect you don’t need no filter. Gorgeous make em drop you are a killer..shower you with all my attention.. yeah these are my only intentions. ♪” “ you the best thing and I don’t need a witness.., ima find me a ring and pray it’s perfect fitted.♪♪” He will message you and hope you get the hidden meaning behind it and realize these are his feelings for you. But even if you don’t, he’s just gonna excuse himself hurriedly saying it’s just some lyrics of his favourite song.
Being touchy with you- jake’s way of showing affection is through physical touch. And besides, when he loves you so much and wants you so much, it’s obvious he can’t hold himself back from you. So expect the warmest and safest prolonged hugs, head pats and him resting his head or chin on your shoulder and playing with your hands.
Telling you cheesy lines- if he’s not cheesy romantic, Is he even Jake?????? “You must be tired bc you’ve …been running through my mind all day.” and what not, comparing you to the sun and moon and everything beautiful he sees. And when he sees you reciprocating them as a joke he’d even take his shot by being flirty “if I said you had a nice body..would you hold it against me?;)” and then he’d proceed to cringe and laugh afterwards. The sound of his laugh? Heart melting experience right there.
Paying attention to you completely- jake sim notices everything you do, everything you say, every facial expression you make and even the way you inhale and exhale. He memorizes you and learns in depth about you like he’s studying his favourite physics book (or whatever the hell smart people read anyway). The length of your long black eyelashes, the way the corners of your plush lips crinkle when you smile, the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something you love. Every little thing about you adds a new reason for his heart to beat again everyday. <3 :’)
Taking you to dog parks to walk layla together- you get entry to the secret vault of Jake’s heart if you get along with Layla. When you play with her and love her as much as he does, he falls in love with you 10x harder. Chilly evenings and peaceful walks with layla and you alongside nature, jake walks behind you taking in the moment and imagining how blissful it would be if you become a real loving family someday.
Confessing to his best friend aka sunghoon about having feelings for you- altho jake is pretty bad at acting and lying and the whole squad knows what he feels for you since day 1, the only one he willingly goes to and says everything is sunghoon!! he always simps over you infront of him and tells him about all the things he wants to tell you >.< jake would love for you and sunghoon to get along well, two of his most fav people, so he always gets excited everytime y’all interact!
Daydreaming about you and smiling nonstop- he’s a simp. I swear. He can’t stop thinking about cuddling you, holding you in his arms and kissing you and having you as his girl. 🥺 he giggles like a teenager in love and kicks his feet in the air and presses his face to the pillow to hide his embarrassment and mute his nonstop chuckles.
ꕤ ραяк ѕυηցнσση [박성훈]
Teasing you nonstop- teasing people he loves the most is his prime way of showing his love for them haha. ESPECIALLY about your height if you have significant height difference. Will call you nicknames like “my shortie” “my cute chibi” and proceed to make fun of you for being “tiny”. Also will close jars super tightly so you ask for his help and ofc he will do it with the dirtiest smirk on his face. “Can’t do anything without me huh y/n 😏”
Awkward laughs with you- pls he’s such a blockhead when he’s in love. So clueless and lost and doesn’t know what to say or do so he will just awkwardly laugh “ha ha ha” and come up with the lamest dad jokes ever :] I mean. Pls laugh even if they make you question your existence bc man is trying so hard to make you smile and laugh! XD <3
Being protective over you- sunghoon is a possessive person. ;) especially when you’re not his gf yet, he is very insecure and afraid to lose you. He absolutely despises it when you’re too mingly with other male friends and his jealousy is o b v i o u s. Upset penguin is just NOT having it :((
Furrowing his brows and hoping to communicate his feelings telepathically while looking at you- hoon is VERY BAD with words and doesn’t know how to convey his love for you so he will just accidentally glare at you from the corner of the room, furrowing his thick brows and trying to enter your heart through telepathy!!
Asking jake for advice- since he’s a clueless dork, the best thing he does is ask Jake what to do next (although asking another slightly better dork isn’t a good idea either) he’s gonna ask him what to say to you, how to make you interested in him and just randomly blabber about how beautiful you’re to him and how you make him feel!
Getting teased by the members for being smitten about you- he acts so robotic around you that he becomes the next best meme in the Enha dorm whenever you or your topic is brought up. Freezing in position, his pale skin taking on a bright pink colour whenever you’re mentioned.
Trying his best for you to like him back- sunghoon will try so hard to make you like him back. Like wearing your favourite colour, dressing good infront of you, wearing the most attractive perfumes from his collection and even going as far as to watching your favourite tv series and movies just to have sth to talk about with you and get closer to you.
ꕤ кιм ѕυησσ [김선우]
Taking your photos and taking photos with you- Kim sunoo is all about taking selfies and when he’s got a pretty partner like you, god bless his phone storage bc it’s gonna BLOW up! You’re such a pretty subject and every moment spent with you is so precious that he wants to capture every bit of it.
Being bold and complimenting you- sunoo is very bold and upfront so he won’t hesitate to show his affection for you and let you know if he finds you beautiful, adorable or cute. He does it so effortlessly and smiles so happily when you blush but IF it backfires on him and you praise him back, he’s gonna laugh his shyness away.
Taking you out to food dates- he loves eating and visiting aesthetic cafes,, so he’s always gonna take you out with him on weekends!! And you guys could even be the cutest foodie (couple) in town, no joke! He’s gonna talk about the food nonstop with you, giving reviews in the form of facial expressions. My gosh, he’s so awfully chatty and that’s so cute ugh.
Telling you about every details of his day- sunoo is a nonstop talking machine and he LOVES you so much that he just has to complain to you all day. The good parts, the bad parts, his precious memories while performing and everything in between! You’re like his bff and human diary.
being confident and confessing to you- he comes off as a really confident person to me so when he gets the right signals, he’s gonna be straight forward and tell you how he feels about you directly. And come on..rejecting him is MISSION IMPOSSIBLE so watch him dissolve into a puddle when you say yes! T-T <3
ꕤ уαηց วυηցωση [양정원]
Getting jealous over you- yang jungwon is a jealous person. When you don’t give him attention enough, and talk with other members instead of him, he goes into clingy kitty mode. Hovering in your line of sight and popping up again and again to “get his charger” or “grab a drink” and what not. Eventually at the end, don’t be surprised if a jelly cat grabs you by your feet and drags you out of the room so you two can be “alone” and spend time. ;) <3
Gate keeping you- he wants you all to himself bc he’s quite possessive 👉🏻👈🏻 and you’re so loveable what if the other guys fall for you? So he’s gonna meet you outside the dorm as much as he can lol until his members hatch a detective plan and find you guys on a cafe having brunch. (Please I swear they’re gonna embarrass jungwon cause WHO TF wears detective sunglasses and coats and takes this fr)
Helping you in any way he can- jungwon’s leader instincts work with you too. Since he’s so used to caring for others, he’s always caring for you and is so responsible and helping you in every way he can. From studies to life problems to even trivial things like helping you organise your closet, you’ve got jungwon to do it all!
Always protecting you- it’s his life mission to protect you. No need to elaborate. Your happiness, your safety, your smile, your well being MUST be protected at all costs.
Low-key simping over you- jungwon is your low-key fanboy. He’s so good at hiding his feelings though, but behind closed doors when he’s alone omg he’s smiling so brightly and covering his face with his palms bc it’s heating up SO BAD 👉🏻👈🏻
Going out of his way to compliment you- he doesn’t compliment people a lot or likes showing his affection out in public but for you, anything. He’s gonna make subtle compliments without being too obvious, “wow your outfit looks good.” “I like the way you did your hair.” etc etc.
Unintentionally matching clothes with you- jungwon likes romantic couple habits like matching clothes. Like colour co-ordinated clothes. He’s gonna steal a peek of your closet and new shopping bags and go and buy the same coloured outfits to surprise you later. Ask him if it’s intentional, and watch him make a 180 degree turn and deny it like a criminal being interrogated in jail for committing arson lmao.
Communicating his feelings with you through his eyes- won’t go out of his way TO tell you directly what you mean to him so if you catch him staring at you with boba eyes and a foreign fond expression, just know he’s trying to convey with his eyes how much he loves you.
Taking midnight strolls with you- jungwon loves walks!!! Relaxing midnight walks with cozy hoodies on alongside you is better than the most expensive therapy for him.
Lending you his hoodies for you to wear- yang jungwon loves hoodies but he loves them more WHEN YOU WEAR THEM and the scent of your perfume is stuck to his material when he takes them back uwu.☺️👉🏻👈🏻 the oversized material dangling from your shoulders and the hoodie covering your thighs upto your knees is the !!cutest!!thing!!ever!!
ꕤ ηιѕнιмυяα яιкι [西村 力]
Making fun of you (in a good and playful way)- riki booping your nose and stealing your phone from your hands just so you chase him in the whole house (till you’re breathless and panting) is a daily activity in the household! 🥺
Annoying you to the fullest- tangling your hair in his fingers and tugging at them, messing up your makeup, stealing your food from the fridge and tackling you = riki being in love with you. Trust me on this.
Being shy and giggly around you- now despite appearing mature, RIKI IS SHY SHY. He’s like a small baby around you, always smiling his adorable boxy smile and moving in tiny from the excitement of being around you!! >.<
Trying to spend alone time with you away from the hyungs- his hyungs bug him so much for being in love with you “oh our ni ki is growing up huh?” “WOWWW NIKI??!!! Your growth spurt hit you? ;)))” they would elbow him in the stomach all the time man so he just wants to steal you away in a private space. Where he can look at you (in his lovesick way) and play with your cheeks and maybe even..hold your hands?😳
Comparing your hand sizes as an excuse to hold your hands- your hands are so small and soft and he’s such a sucker for innocent romance and always looking for excuses to hold your hand, that he does this TOO OFTEN. <3
being your best friend and partner in crime- ni ki is the most likely to fall in love w his bestie :(( someone with whom he can be BFFS WITH and be partners in crime and do silly crazy activities with and prank others with!! Someone who’s his best friend during the day and lover during the night! <‘33
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Cassette Beasts?
Cassette Beasts is a creature-collecting game by Bytten Studio! Record monsters on tapes, become a Ranger, and find the way off of New Wirral in this amazing adventure!
Spoilers below the cut!!
So I had a plan to write this review before I even finished the game. It was just that good. But! I managed to hold off until I at least finished the main game. Next goal: 100% and DLC! And also buying the OST when I have the chance.
Now, I'm not putting this off until the middle of the review: every musical track in this game is a certified banger. I absolutely loved the music of the game. As one person put it (while I was looking for the OST), I just didn't get tired of the music. And that's a pretty big win for a game where you have so, so many encounters and only a handful of tracks to play.
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The way they implement the music is also impressive because it's narratively important. The lyrics work their way in when a fusion happens and during big story battles. The town theme's music plays when you're indoors. Plus the lyrics just feel right with its tones and atmosphere. Also the difference between the few main battle themes is just enough for one to feel more tense/exciting than the others. Just an overall great thing they have going on with the audio.
Okay with that out of the way!
Cassette Beasts is a solid game, actually pretty high tier.
Mechanically, I've seen people compare it to Pokemon. I feel like it's like a mix of Pokemon and Persona. You can record the monsters, remaster (evolve) them at five stars, with some having having special evolution requirements. Monsters can show up as bootlegs, where they're a type other than its base type, which is just like shiny hunting but more (cause there's like 12 types). And I've already killed a plastic bootleg by accident...
The moves (stickers) are mix and match, mostly according to typing. I'm pretty into it cause I love giving my party members all sorts of type coverage. I haven't particularly gone into finding weird strategies yet other than AP Refund, but I can see some cool ones thanks to needing to battle all 12 Ranger Captains.
And then you can fuse! Which I thought was interesting, and it adds an ace to go to when you're in a pinch. But you fusing means that wild monsters (and other rangers) can fuse too. Those provide some fun challenges and opportunities to find bootlegs, plus progression in post-game.
Did I mention that this game is also like a Metroidvania? Capturing certain monsters gives up to 6 overworld movement abilities and I think that's pretty neat. All of them have their uses and none of them are niche, which is a win.
The story was pretty interesting! Dropping in onto a mysterious island and trying to find a way back home is nice and simple and all the detail added around it make it engaging. The Archangels are wildly uncomfortable which I didn't expect and I loved it. Despite loving it, it still did come out of nowhere but greatly forgiven because it was right at the start (and not some random turn in the middle).
The pacing was a bit off for me though because I got like 5 out of 8 song pieces before I even defeated 4 captains or even met all the partner characters. I also don't know how relationship progress works other than fight things and rest. Thinking about it now, there's probably a reason why there a speedrun timer in that you don't have to play through all the content (8/9 archangels, no captains?), I guess.
I liked the references to all sorts of topics throughout the story and I think it's pretty interesting for the characters to be from different timelines. It makes it easy to explain weird inconsistencies.
Funny thing I did by accident for end game's story: I switched out Meredith's Regensea with an Aeroboros cause I wanted her starter in my party. And boy did that choice bite back later lol.
Graphics are also solid. The 3D world with 2D sprites reminds me of Octopath Traveller. I appreciate the non-pixel portrait art for the characters, but I would've liked it either way. The designs of the monsters and the characters are all great! Honestly, I should take some notes from them since even if there's 15+ characters, they still all have very specific designs and personalities to match.
The detail in the world is great too, like the light reflecting off the puddle or the fog that rolls in and the rain. So like weather in general.
Also, as a note just for me, I liked the fonts and font effects that they used. Very cool.
Cassette Beasts is a quality creature-collecting game! If you need another Pokemon/Digimon/Persona, here's a game for you. Or if you just want a cool turn-based RPG with cool music, that's cool too.
As always,
Enjoy gaming!
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