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leboutique-lily · 4 years

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》Jimin x dancer!reader

▪︎Summary: The joys of having a little dance studio at home in the late afternoon, you decide to give yourself some time there and Jimin happens to come home right on time.

▪︎Warnings: basically none, kisses, some teasing words, nothing much for now.

▪︎Author's note: I couldn't hold back my dancer ass, so there's a bunch of ballet technicalities and some classic composers, I'm sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️

I just needed to write this to get it out of my head, maybe I'll do it a second part with some good stuff in it.

Plié

Hold your core, knees out.

Grand plié

Keep those hips in, firm elbows and light hands. Melt like a dripping champagne all the way down and firm those feet to get up. How many things do you have to think to do a plié? More than you could imagine.

Check your en dehors, open your hips and knees, push those pelvic muscles up and keep your core engaged. Head follows the fingers of a very soft and delicate hand, and a lot more things that could fill a whole page. Oh! And breath. Very important.

All this was going through your trained head, while you started you barre after warming and stretching your muscles and joints deliciously, at home. You've got yourself a mini ballet studio, mirrors on the walls, a good brown linoleum floor and a soft grey color on the details of the room. It was light and calming, it was your safe place.

You didn't dance as a profession, but you loved since you could remember, you felt most at peace when you did. All the problems going way in the moment you put your leotard on. That was your place.

Jimin got home and was welcomed by the soft notes of Chopin's nocturne. 'Plié ' he tought, he knows how much you love that nocturne to start your exercises, it's been a week of you using only this piece to warm your body.

He couldn't resist and slowly, very silently went to your studio, opening the door enough to see you graciously going to your fifth position in your back open royal blue leotard, voil white short skirt and your beloved flats. My my... he loved seeing you dance, you look so beautiful- even more -your posture perfect, your lines soft and precise... He's beautiful ballerina.

He stays there watching you, not wanting to disturbe your moment. You only notice eyes watching you when you're at the end of the left side of your jetés, being too engrossed on do the steps right.

"Is my audience enjoying?" You say with your back to him, pushing your feet up to your knee in a passé and balancing on the other leg in a demi point. If you saw the smile that formed in his face... you certainly would've melted. No option.

He enters the room barred foot and in a flash he's behind you, holding your waist while your arms stays in fifth position up your head in a pretty round shape.

"Beautiful" you hear and feel his whisper in your ear, making you close your eyes to not fall from your position.

"Jimin, don't distract me..." you whisper back to him, his hands getting a better grip on your waist to turn you to him. Now that you're face to face with him, your arms forgotten in his shoulders and your legs still in passe, he proceeds.

"But baby, I'm helping you. See... we're working on your balance." Then you feel his plump, pillowy lips on yours and you forget about your position, legs going limp in his arms.

"Uh uh... back to balance baby. You were doing so well." He dare to smile, no... smirk at you after securing you on your center again and grabbing the side chair to seat down and watch you some more.

You nodd your head at him in disbelief, this man is such a tease... all you want to do is throw him on the floor and ride him till complexion, his lips are so soft and he smells so good- His voice brings you back to present in a teasing tone.

"Y/N-ah... you have a whole class a head. Come on, show me those beautiful lines baby." His fingers playing with his lower lip, he knows what he's doing to your mind and your body and he enjoys it, so much.

You muttered a 'fine', pouting at him and preparing yourself for the adage. He choose Schubert, a melodic slow piece and you hope that he can behave.

You take a deep breath and get yourself together for the mental journey that is the adage, this thing is not easy people.

Everything seems to be going just fine, you're going through the positions and holding your tempos nicely, Jimin is seated there transfixed on your lines, his eyes loving and attentive of every movement you do.

Once you're done, you're almost at the end of the barre and you hear a "gorgeous" in a soft tone coming from his heavenly lips. He has this power to make you feel like the best, like the most beautiful girl and the most beautiful ballerina in the world. You don't need a full audience, you just need him watching you... you can dance for him for the rest of your life and don't get tired, ever.

The feeling is mutual, he feels like he can watch you dance for him, even if it's just a barre, a class... for days nonstop. He loves to see you dance anything for him, the way your body move by memory and yet so gracefully, the way he can see you soul in every tiny thing you do inside that studio, on stage... it's his favorite thing.

You smile, eyes shining in love with him. God! You just want to squish his cheecks and kiss the hell out of him at the same time. This man...

You go to the last part, the allegro. Listen, adage is slow and difficult... but you hate allegro with every fiber of your body. So much. Its fast and precise, wich is nice... but you never were very fond of it.

And Jimin knows it. The cute, lovely vibe is gone as soon as he notices that the end is here and that means the part you dislike. So your considerate boyfriend gives you some Stravinsky and you laugh at him knowing exactly what he's doing.

"Come on baby, I know you prefer what every normal human being hates, your precious adage, but I like it fast. So be good, uh.."

You scoff, eyeing the boy who's smiling provocatively at you.

"You sneak into my class, disturb my attention and make demands? You're not my teacher baby."

"But you love when I am." His smirk grow when he sees your cheecks blushing. You close your eyes and leave it be because you know you can't beat Jimin at his own game. The flirty quality run in his blood.

He play the music and your legs go flying beautifully in your grand battlements. You're not lifting to high because you wanna take slow and gentle today, not wanting to exert yourself to much, but Jimin's not having it.

"Baby we both know your legs go much higher than that - His words referring to your extensions inside and out of the ballet class - here, let me help."

Suddenly you feel him at your back, one hand on your waist and the other extended at your side, waiting for you to lift your leg and place it in his hand. You know that the rest of your class is ruined now and really hope it is indeed. You place your leg on his hand and he start to lift higher and higher until you can see it right beside your face, almost touching your ear. The strech feels good, his hands know how much he can push you.

"See... - his hand travel from your ankle to the back of your knees and your inner tigh - so much better. Hold it, baby"

As fast as he was at your back, he's gone to his chair again. You slowly lower your leg and turn to look at him, his eyes playfull and waiting for your words.

"Can you help me cool down baby? I think I'm done for today." You ask him innocently.

He get up and walk to you, standing behind you again and guiding your movements, slow and gentle to cool off your body, his eyes never leaving yours and his lips brushing your skin here and there a few times. You let out quiet hums and moans at the stretches and the feeling of his hands massaging your muscles, his fingers expertly working on your neck and softly descending to your arms, finding place in your waist and your hips and you relax, nestling your head back in his chest with your eyes closed.

He brings your body closer, no space between you two now and you can feel something against your ass.

Seems like your little moans has made someone happy, so you decide to have some fun and arch your back as if you're doing one more strech and press your ass against he's hard cock. You hear him inhale and feel his hands tightening on your hips.

"Thank you baby... you're great!" You say turning and giving him a quick kiss on those plump lips and go to the door to take a shower leaving Jimin standing in front of the mirror looking at your reflection.

Oh no... you're not gonna leave like this. Before you can comprehend what is happening, he grab your hand and push you back, taking a hold on your waist and lifting you from the floor.

"Jimin! What are you doing?!"

You place your arms around his neck to secure yourself, his eyes holding a mischievous desire, then he places you on the bar fixed to the wall, going for a little bite on your lower lip.

"I'm not done with you baby, we have a long way till the end of this class."

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syalmazhafira17 · 3 years

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Her Brother

Her grief of losing loving brother

TW: Mentions of death, drug addict, use of alcohol, slight mention towards s*ici*e

Word count: 2.566

A/N: Hii, finally I could post my writing in my Tumblr. I started a challenge for myself for writing 2.000 words at least every week and this is my piece of writing for November Week #2. I use some prompts for this writing, here is the list of the prompts and credits to tumblr blog posts that I took the prompts from, if you see your prompt used and wanted a credit, you can always chat me and I will give you credits. Thank you for reading!

XOXO,

Syalma

Thanksgiving, 2015.

Orange leaves piling up behind the house on the backyard. Falll has finally come, but her heart feels like the leaves, yellow, orange, falling from the tree, although they fall gracefully, but not her. Her heart felt like a haunted house, dusty and old. Her hair was a mess of strings. She can't cry anymore, she had ran out of her tears. She felt hollow on her soul, she just an empty flesh and bones.

His hands were the only safe place in the world for her now. The place where everything seems and feels fine, everything was perfect as she wished it was.

"When will you be home?" her voice trembled and cracked at the end. He coudl clearly tell her emotion, she has been with him for years.

"What's wrong petal?" he asked.

"He's gone, Carl. He has left," she broke down. Tears still not there, but her chest felt burst with emotions.

"Who- petal, I'll be home soon enough, okay? And we'll talk about it if you want to," Carl gulped.

"Thank you," she sniffled and hung up, buried her face on the pillow, that ironically smells like lemon, just like the smell of his other stuff she missed so much, but she couldn't bear the pain again. A knife felt twisted in her heart, and she growls in unphysical pain. Her hand squeezed her pillow harder, please take the pain away, she begs inside. She finally cried, with no tears, just some emotional heavy feelings being lifted off her chest, but it feels better, but not for long.

Her hand finds a way to her chest, squeezing the pendant of her necklace unconsciously.

"Don't lose it," he has said when he first gave it to her. "You have to remember me."

"I won't," she smiled brightly, not paying too much attention to the last sentence.

It was years ago, before only a month ago, she found out he got addicted to drink, and drugs. Not being the person she knew for years. Her head buried deep on her thoughts, the first time he show her what's love, care, and dream.

She was 4, he was 6, he already knew the family at such a young age. She didn't understand everything, but she already felt pain, and hatred. Her cheeck gone red, her face heated up, but she won't break, she was near for losing it, but she knew the consequence. She had enough for the day. She quietly crawls outside, towards the yard, where he waited. He immediately pick her up, wiping beads of tears that started to fall down quietly.

"Shhh...it's alright. It's okay. You are with me now," he whispered, holding his baby sister closer. Her chubby cheek mushed against his chest. She let out a soft whimper to let out the pain in her body. Her milk soft skin bruised here and there, hidden with dresses she wore, but that doesn't mean the pain gone. The only person knew it was him, he will always ice packed it, and kiss her, in susbtitution of parental sweet kiss.

For years it will be like those days. As they grow up together, they started to play along with the games. They would run through the bushes on the backyard and laughed as their parents chase after them, drunk, sober, but still dangerous. Their barrier will always be the wall on the backyard, when they were younger, they will always stop there, but when she hit 11, they started jump over the wall and ran to the street until it's midnight and their parents already head out to the bar.

One time, they almost got caught outside, on the street, they took the wrong turn and met with their drunk parents. He sees them first, immediately stopping her on the track and pull her to hide behind an abandoned building. And they got trapped there for an hour. They wouldn't mind, but she started to be scared. Feeling her body tensed, he crawled to the back of the building

"What are you doing?" she squeaked.

"Shhh, follow me," he instructed. He crawled to the little door towards the back of building. She looked over to where he meant it, before figuring out the thing.

"Is that even possible? It's too small," she shook her head

"Of course, silly. What do you think about your cool big bro?" he chuckled, pushing materials around him to make the hole turned bigger. Her eyes widen. Excitedly helping to push around and a door with the size of adult person opened.

"Where does this goes?" she asked.

"Shh," he shushed her, before speaking in random gibberish.

**"Who are you talking to?"**she asked curiously.

"I said shh," he softly shushed her again.

She stayed quiet, before she got in shock a group of leather jacket-ed boys coming around us.

"Who are they?" she said underneath her breath.

"The night's boys. My new friends," he smirks and talk to them in gibberish she couldn't understand. The boys nodded and smiles, and two of them letting out their hands towards her.

"They are pretty gentleman, take their hands," he warned her. She nodded, taking their hands and follow them walking through a small part of the town she never neither heard or seen before.

They walk pretty quietly, it was until the point that it was very odd for someone who walks that quiet. But she didn't comment anything and just following them. He didn't seem to care either, so that what makes her kept going and following them quietly.

They brought them to a small bunker, it smells odd, like rotten egg. Which wasn't something she would love, but she didn't mention it anyway, in fear that they will harm her. Although he said they aren't necessarily bad, but there's no reassurements that they won't harm her if she did anything.

"What makes you think they're safe?" she whispered under her breath once they reach the bunker and the boys that holds her hand lef them both alone on the lip of the bunker. "And what makes you think this is the best place?" she looked around.

"I have known their leader, and if we didn't let them lend a helping hand-" he turned his whole body around to meet her eyes. "we're doomed."

"But what's the point of bring us here?" she squeaked.

"Because we're playing this another round game of escaping from our drunk abusive parents. And you should be happy we have a place to stay rather sleep through the night ine that old building," he answered in relaxed state. The opposite of her freak out state, he seems so calm and knowing the situation they were in.

They stayed there for a whole ten minutes before a boy came up to them.

"Leader says you can stay here for the night," he simply says before walking away. Just about the time she wanted to ask where they should sleep or at least things like blanker or else, he stopped her on the track. Making her rethink of things, what should she expect them to have for sleeping? They're already in luck they won't eat them for late dinner/early breakfast.

They found a crook of bunker that was cleaner than the rest of the cold tiles. She cuddled herself while he stayed up brightly. Playing with a razor blade in his wrist without her noticing. He wanted nothing than escaping the reality, having drunken abusive parents, wandering the town in order to escape them at night, he just wanted a better life for him and her little sister he used to hate.

When he was a kid, he thought when his little sister was born, his abusive parents will chose her rather than him, and he will suffer alone while his sister took all of the caring loving parents whatsoever he craved so much. But when he first seen her walking with tears in her eyes and blood slid down her cheek, he knows that she will suffered the same, without love and care. So he started to learn to love her, giving her something they both supposed to recieve.

They went school, of course. Being a normal kid, when at night they turned to a complete rebel mode. They don't steal or get drunk underage, they just ran around the town, making friends with rebel, and knowing their lifestyle. They sometimes annoy pedestrians when they got bored, just whistling at them, and escape their parents once more. They played a little game to escape their parents every night, and everytime they didn't get caught, they will celebrate it by giving eachother a simple treat of a bite of cupcake, from the money they recieved for working with random people needed help around the town. But they needed more than that, they need enough money just to escape the town, or country maybe, to live and to be themselves without fear.

The morning quickly approached, without him having any sleep, and she woke up pretty quickly. He turned to her, gesturing to her they have to ran from the bunker as soon as the sun rise up. She nodded and balanced herself on her own two feet and ran outside with him. It was Sunday, so they walked and wandered around the town some more in the bright daylight.

"You know, maybe I should go out of town, look for money some more, and maybe we could live away from this town," he said.

"You mean, you will leave the town? Leaving me alone?" she stopped her track and looking to him deadly in the eyes.

"No-not like that. It's just a quick one, once I got some work and I'll bring you as well," he simply said.

"Where should I go for safe if you leave? What will happen to you?" she asked.

"I know a friend- he was very kind and I'm pretty sure his sister wouldn't mind having someone to share nail polishes," he nodded.

"That wasn't the point. I don't want to be away from you. Why can't you just bring me already?" she said in the edge of patience.

"That wasn't the point either. They were very lovely and kind. And I can't bring you because the money wasn't going to be enough for both of us," he said coldly.

"I don't care about money. You are my only family. No one's my family here except you," she said, tears started falling from her eyes.

"But he could be family, he could be a part of us with his sister," he said.

"But I don't want to," she said.

"Well, you should, if you want to live better than these," he said.

"I don't care about these! I just needed you to be around, not far from me, that's what you did every day in our lives!" she fought.

"YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH IT TORTURES ME! YOU DON'T KNOW!" he yelled. She was in shock, but he didn't noticed that. "It wasn't easy."

"Oh- you thought I'm just a doll? Yeah, fine, okay. You can leave! Leave this town! Never come back! I will find a way to not starve myself and not being YOUR TORTURER!" she yells back and ran away.

He froze in his place. Realizing what he has done. "Stop! Willa! Stop!" he yanked forward and ran to catch her. But she ran faster than him, and he never found his Willa again. She escapes out of his grip just like that.

The next day, he finalize his choice. If he could get successful, he could have the chance to meet his sister. And maybe he could get his wish out of the town. So he left using the leftover money he had in his pocket, and he left with a train out the town, without saying goodbye to her.

She quietly watched him get to the train with only a dream and wish from behind a wall in the station. She wanted to ran and hug him, saying sorry, gave him a proper goodbye. But she doesn't have the courage to do that. So she just stood there, hidden, with tears streaming down her face. Her knees trembling and she doesn't even sure if she will be strong enough to hold her weight. She slides down and kneeling on the cold floor underneath, while the train that her brother took already drove away. Now she doesn't have someone to seek comfort with.

She walked around the town like a ghost. She knew exactly this 'friend' her brother meant. A house just down the block, not a really big house, they only live together for two, even the house enough for 4 people, because their parents mostly doing their jobs outside the country. With trembling hands and salty tears on her lips, she raised her hand and pressed the bell.

A girl around 20 years old opened the door. She has long dark hair, and she wasn't even shocked seeing the teen in front of her parents' house. The girl opened her arms widely and she just broke there inside her warm and welcoming arms.

"He really left, doesn't he?" the girl asked softly. She nodded.

"I'm sorry," the girl said.

"Nothing's to be sorry about," she croaked. The girl smiled.

"You can live here for the rest of your life," the girl softly said.

And she lives there for years. Living her life together with the girl and her brother, they tried to contact her brother for years, until a bit over a month ago, their hard work paid off.

They got his number. When she already engaged to her brother's friend. They finally connected. On their last phone call, he promised somthing she never got. Something he broke.

"Hello lil' sis," his voice heard at the end of the line.

"Hi," she held back tears of happinness.

"I heard you've been engaged to Carl? See, he will be a part of us eventually," he giggled.

"Yeah, you were right years ago. We never said proper see you later on the train station," she said.

"Yes, I'm sorry. But I'll be home soon, seeing my lil' sis got married with my friend," he sighed.

"I missed you," she croaked.

"I missed you too. Been looking for these kind of day when you just talk to me," he said.

"My wedding will be in a month," she said. "Think you could come a few weeks earlier? Want to bought wedding gown."

"Yeah, anything else?" he giggled.

"Think you could stop working outside the town for me?" she asked.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"Yeah, you could work around here, or on Carls' even," she shrugged.

"Of course," he laughed. Oh how she missed the laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow."

She smiled before hanging up. But he never came tomorrow, the next day, or else. She never met him again.

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casimania · 6 years

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In my heart I know Casimiro as a merc getting hired via Cerberus during ME2 is the PERFECT role for him.... Alliance soldier Casimiro who was part of the Normandy’s initial crew though? Needs more working around it but..... just so many extra interactions with Finas and a way more complex relationship.

They had the almost-kiss interrupted by Joker on SR-1. Then he was on Horizon with Ashley and Kaidan (they all live shhhh) and he’s the one that leaves the Alliance behind without thinking about it twice cause he has to make sure that’s the real Finas... or not. Like, he’s ready to cry all over him cause it’s really him! He’s Alive! As much as he’s ready to shoot him point blank because it’s not him and how dare Cerberus try replicate him. And in the meantime he deals with Finas with the fact that Finas isn’t sure of it either. And the control chip doubt arises, Miranda said they didn’t actually opt for it but at the beginning Finas was like “... did they?” and even after he doesn’t have it in the back of his mind anymore because he trusts Mirands more it still nags at Casimiro’s mind. People are shitty, Cerberus especially, they could still be lying about it... maybe not everyone knew about it? So he frets a lot and Finas points it out and Casimiro’s like “you must me rubbing off me lol”.

Also as I talked in the tags of my previous post, Casimiro dealing with how free he feels now that he’s technically not Alliance anymore and maybe feels a smidge guilty about it? He never really expected the feeling, but he did use the Alliance as a sort of “as long as they don’t kick me out it means I’m still not as bad as the people I was running away from when I enlisted”. Also has to deal with facing how much not so nice shit he did and said and his behaviour in general where justified with “I’m with the Alliance, they’re good, I’m doing good” ad kind of just accepts and embraces it. In a surprising turn of even he turns to Samara at a certain point. Probably approaches her saying “You look like someone who does yoga and meditates” as a joke but she does actually meditate (he’d know, if he interacted more with her, but he sees her when she goes on and off missions and once she glared at him, that’s it). With Finas. Cause he has a few “am I the real me is this my body is someone mind controlling me and I don’t even realize it is-” issues and meditating helps but on his own is harder so sometimes he does it with Samara. The thing isn’t as successful with Casimiro. But he snatches some tips. Probably once surprises Finas and asks him to do it together. Their schedule is.... quite tight, but they manage to do it a few times and Finas kinda lowkey internally gushes about it but Casimiro Knows anyway and he’s like “yes!”, Finas probably does thanks him and tell him he’s really sweet to do it and it’s Casimiro’s turn to gush.

Also ME3 when he runs screaming at Finas from inside the Normandy because of course he was on board with Joker and the others.

Aaaand I want to figure out some Citadel DLC romance scenario too. Maybe Casimiro takes him to play poker at a casino and they drink and have fun and empty a lot of pockets (and probably each others’). But they ditch everyone at the end of a round and Casimiro drags Finas out cause “I know you thrive on that sappy coupley shit ;)” and takes him on a walk in some quiet place and they hold hands and Casimiro just gives him random kisses on his cheeck or his temple and Finas is like “what you said is totally false. lies, all lies” wihile literally melting on the inside. They stop in some place with a nice view. Talk for a little. Accidentally put each other’s hearts out. It might escape Casimiro that he’s gonna “marry the shit out of you one day Finas” and Finas might accidentally blurt out “please do” (and probably by the time priority: Earth happens Cas gives Finas a ring cause that could be his last chance). They go to Finas’ apartment and some heavy petting may happen and then falling asleep on top of each other. Preferably someone gets his hair stroked while he falls asleep.

Also cute after party scenario when they wake up snuggled in bed together with hangover people strewn all over the ground. Kaidan and Finas drink an outrageous amount of coffee. Finas stands at the table while Casimiro just sits down beside him grumbling and lays against him. He’s comfy.

#hannablogging #tfw you grew up knowing only shit people making you do shit things and then joined a military organization #and was never fully able to take a step back and ask yourself 'who am I and what I want' bcs you just dived in and tried finding purpose th #there #I'm very corny so there's gotta be an exchange like 'I don't even know if I'm the real Finas or a copy!' 'You're real enough for me!' and th #and then angsty smooches #this got.... long... whoops #I'm having Feels about this AU

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