#i would like the record to show that I put the picture sets side by side

[tippenfunkaport]

Bow's Character Arc

There was a discussion on Twitter from people who were confused about Bow’s character arc and whether he had one (he very much does, and it’s actually one of the clearest / most spelled out in the entire show!). To help anyone experiencing that confusion and because it’s never a bad idea to understand how character arcs work if you want to be a writer/storyteller, I might as well break Bow’s character arc down for anyone who might find it helpful.

Buckle in, it's nerd time!

At the most basic, a character arc is a change (usually growth) a character goes through over the course of a story. Usually good (positive change arc) but sometimes bad (negative change arc). It’s very often a reversal aka the character is often in the exact opposite state by the end of the story than how they start it out. It can be trickier to follow in an ensemble story like SPOP because there are a lot of characters with parallel story lines going on and multiple arcs colliding in different ways, but She-Ra does a really good job of giving each of the four leads arcs (with Catradora as the main leads, Glimbow as the secondary) near equal time.

Yes, including Bow.

What I think throws people about Bow’s arc is it’s based on hypocrisy.

Meaning…

He encourages his friends to talk it out and share their feelings… while hiding his own feelings from his dads and repressing his frustrations with having to be the middle man between Adora and Glimmer (Season 4)

He declares that average people (such as the kitchen staff at Dryl) don’t need the princesses and are just as capable of fighting the Horde themselves… while he believes himself and his abilities inferior to Princess Entrapta’s

He reminds the others (esp Adora) about the need to accept help… while refusing any help for himself (think about “Don't worry about me. I'm the one who worries about you. Can we go back to that? Please?” in Pulse through to that moment when he agrees to let Glimmer take him to check on his dads in Return to the Fright Zone and literally leans on her)

I think a funny way to sum up his character issue is: Not me, though.

This arc progresses across all five season as he gradually changes. He starts the series out repressing his feelings from both his family and friends while doubting his abilities and refusing to ask for help (he IS Adora’s mirror, after all!). Over the course of the series he learns to express his feelings instead of bottling them up (The Beacon > Reunion > really all of Season 4 but it comes to head starting with Boys Night Out through Beast Island > Stranded), gains more confidence in his tech skills (The Frozen Forest > Signals > Flutterina > Mer-Mysteries > Corridors), and starts to learn to ask for help (The Beacon > Pulse > Return to the Fright Zone).

Which of course all culminates in The Heart Parts 1 and 2 where he finally wraps up all threads at once by

a) asking Scorpia to trust him (putting faith in someone else to help)

b) completing Entrapta’s program to unchip everyone (proving he IS as good a scientist as she is)

c) giving the speech to everyone on Etheria rousing the common people to fight Prime (average people can make a difference… which he now fully believes that includes him).

And while you can make the argument that confessing to Glimmer is part of his arc to share his feelings, the fact is that he completes a full character arc without ever behind reduced to just someone’s love interest because none of his character growth is tied to his romantic relationship at all (which was what the original tweet claimed). It's all his inner journey to have faith in himself and his abilities and how they relate to his friends and loved ones.

And thus the guy who starts the series as “only one around here who’s not a princess” with doubt in his tech abilities ends the series as confident Tech Master and future King of the regular people he sought to inspire, which is about as textbook a reversal as you can get.

Does it come out of nowhere?

His character arc progresses and takes significant focus in the following episodes….

S1:E6 System Failure

S1:E10 The Beacon

S2:E1 The Frozen Forest

S2:E3 Signals

S2:E7 Reunion

S4:E3 Flutterina

S4:E4 Pulse

S4:E7 Mer-Mysteries

S4:E8 Boys Night Out

S4:E10 Fractures

S4:E11 Beast Island

S5:E3 Corridors

S5:E4 Stranded

S5:E9 An Ill Wind

S5:E10 Return to the Fright Zone

S5:E12 Heart Part 1

S5:E13 Heart Part 2

That’s 17 episodes out of 52 which means his character development gets approximately 32% of the focus of the entire show… which for an ensemble cast like this where he’s one of four leads is just about dead on as it's over a quarter of the episodes.

That's a significant chunk of screentime with multiple episodes devoted specifically to his character journey.

Is his journey as flashy and action sequence-y as what Adora, Catra and Glimmer get? No, but it's a) a show marketed to girls so it makes sense they get the more cinematic scenes and b) his arc is more emotional and thus didn't need to hinge on big action like theirs did. Though considering the culmination of his arc is him as a 100 foot tall hologram speaking to the entire planet, I personally feel like that was pretty hard to miss.

If you look at all of this and still want to say that Bow did nothing or had no character arc, I think the thing to ask yourself is: why is it so important to you to discount the accomplishments and character growth of this character specifically?

In conclusion, this is the face Bow makes when he spent five season growing, changing and kicking butt as Tech Master and Voice of Reason and you say he did "literally nothing"...

#spop #shera #she ra #bow #meta #literary analysis #if I had more free time I would do a whole series analyzing the writing in this show #because it's so well done #spop bow #glimmer #adora #entrapta #tippen's posts #you all forget I'm a writing nerd until I bust out the craft talk don't cha? #i would like the record to show that I put the picture sets side by side #to show the start and end of each part of his arc #but tumblr ignored that layout

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Special Guest

Pairings: Husband!Dad!Travis Kelce x Wife!Mom!Reader

Words: 1,816

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of pregnancy

“You nervous, boo?” Travis gives you a smack on your ass as you both walk into his home office. You sit down behind the podcast setup he uses to record New Heights every week, adjusting in your seat. “You haven’t told me what we’re doing, so I’m not sure what I should be nervous about.” You adjusted to sit criss cross in the armchair, running your hands through your hair to put it up in a ponytail. The setup was pretty sophisticated, two mics set up in front of the chairs, a large monitor across the room so you could see yourself as you recorded, picture-in-picture, so you could see Jason when he called in remotely.

Jason and Travis had been recording this podcast for just under a year, and you had admired from afar, proud that Trav had something productive to do when he wasn’t playing football. Your husband had boundless amounts of energy, and if he wasn’t doing the podcast, he’d probably be trying to start and not complete projects around the house, driving you up the wall. You eyed a half-built bookshelf across the room that Travis swore up and down he was going to complete, but if you put a book on it, it would crumble into a pile of wood. Travis conferenced Jason in, the background of his stone fireplace and leather chair coming into view. “Hello, love!”, you greeted Jason, who gave you a big smile.

“Hey, sweetheart, how ya doing?” Jason stroked his long, dark brown beard. “I’d be better if you told me what I was doing here today.” You gave Jason a coercing look, and he folded immediately. “Travis had the idea to interview you on the podcast, get the NFL wife perspective.” You looked at Travis as he walked back into the room, Travis frozen in place at the sight of your angry face. “Jason spilled the beans, huh?” Travis handed you headphones and you carefully placed them over your ears. You rolled your eyes at Travis, not sure how this was going to go. You’d already been the target of ridicule when Travis lost a game before, fans blaming you for his lackluster performance. Travis moved to stand over you in the chair, towering over you, his hands gripping the chair on either side of you. Jason was 6’5”, his frame intimidating to many people, but everyone knew you were running the show here. Travis tried to lean in for a kiss, but you turned your head away, earning a chuckle from Jason on the screen.

You crossed your arms to let Travis know you weren’t happy with him. “Listen baby, this is just supposed to be fun. We’ll ask a few questions, tell a few cute stories and it will be over.” Travis looked at you with pleading eyes, your resolve weakening. “T, just last week someone posted on Instagram that me not letting you hit before game day was hurting your receiving yards. I don’t need any other rumors spreading about me.” “If I hear or see anything like that again, I will personally kick their ass.” You thought about it for a second before agreeing. Travis gave you two quick kisses, trying to tickle you to get you to smile. “Stop Travis,” you swatted him away, giggling. “Can you get me a bottle of water before we start” you asked. “Of course, boo.” Travis walked out of the room. “You have got that boy whipped,” Jason laughed after seeing his brother begging for your approval. “I know”, you shrugged, a smirk on your face.

Travis: Welcome back to New Heights baby, presented by Wave Sports and Entertainment and brought to you by our friends at Fireball. The pound-for-pound undisputed best shot of the world. I’m your host, Travis Kelsey and this is my big brother Jason Kelsey out of Cleveland Heights Ohio. New Heights comes to you every single Wednesday or whenever we can get an episode to you. And um, yeah, subscribe on YouTube and wherever you get your podcasts and follow the show on all social media platforms at new heights show with one s.

Jason: Today we have a very special episode, and a very special guest. Travis why don’t you introduce her?

T: Yes, to my left, we have the love of my life, the mother of my two beautiful children, and a 5-year NFL wife veteran, Y/N? How is it going, baby boo?

Y/N: Thank you both for having me, glad to be here. Jason, have you subjected Kylie to this torture yet?

J: (chuckles) not yet, but if this goes well, she’ll definitely be next.

T: This is going to go great! Alright now. First up, we had some fans submit in some questions for you babe, so let’s get into that.

Y/N: Okay, let’s do it.

T: Ok, this is from KCFan1993. “What is your favorite and least favorite part of being an NFL wife?”

J: Least favorite has to be being married to Travis right? You can admit it on the podcast, this is a safe space.

Y/N: (laughs) Fortunately that’s not it, although that would be satisfying to admit here. Uh… least favorite is probably the amount of time we spend away from each other. I’m like a single mother half of the year, taking care of the kids while Travis is on the road.

T: The best mother in the world.

Y/N: Thank you baby. Yeah, that’s probably the worst part. Now the best part is that you get to love and be with someone who is fulfilling their lifelong dream, and it’s such an amazing thing to be part of. T is always so supportive of me and what I want to do, and we are a great team.

T: Aww, thank you baby. Can I tell you the best part of being married to you?

Y/N: If you say what I think you’re about to say, we can end this interview now.

T: (wiggles eyebrows, laughs) Yeah, that is what I was thinking, but I will say you have such a good soul and spirit. Not many people could handle the demands of the NFL, and you do it with such grace and poise.

J: Totally agree. Not sure what I would do without Kylie in my life.

Y/N: Ok, next question, you guys are making me tear up.

T: Alright, next is from Cheeselover55.

Y/N: Great username!

T: “What is your favorite NFL game memory?”

Y/N: Ooh, there have been so many, not sure I can pinpoint one.

T: It’s not me winning the Superbowl?

Y/N: That was definitely amazing, but it’s almost other-worldly. My favorite memory was when we took Bubba to his first football game where he could actually understand a little bit of what was going on, he was maybe three at the time. You unfortunately lost the game, and we met you in the tunnel. You picked him up.

T: Fuck, (laughs) I remember this.

Y/N: Yeah, and he could tell you were sad, and he just grabbed your face with both of his little hands, and was like “Daddy, did you lose?” and you were like “yeah Bubba we lost” and he just looks at you and is like “that’s sad, can we go get ice cream now?”

J: (laughs) Are you kidding me?!? Bubba is officially my favorite after that story.

T: Well, he hurt my feelings, but yeah he is the goat. He does not give a shit about anything that doesn’t have to do food, Paw Patrol, or mama. He knows his priorities.

J:It might change when the new baby gets here-

T: Well fuck Jason, we hadn’t told anyone yet!

J: Whoops, so sorry Y/N! I am the worst uncle, announcing your 3rd child on the podcast.

Y/N: You know what, I’m glad I didn’t have to be the one to announce it.

T: Well, since Jason can’t keep his mouth shut.

J: Again, really sorry!

T: We’ve got New News! Yes, we are officially announcing that we are pregnant with our third child, a girl expected in about 5 months.

J: (claps) Congratulations you two. Couldn’t be more excited to welcome another Kelce to the family.

Y/N: Thank you Jason. We’re really excited.

J: So how is this pregnancy the third time around? Kylie was so glad when Bennie was born because she was like “I’m done. Wrap it up, snip it up, whatever you have to do because I will not birth another child.”

Y/N: (laughs) I definitely was like that when I was having Bubba. I literally kicked Travis out of the room and told him don’t come back until you had a vasectomy.

T: I left the room and didn’t come back until the doctor told me to.

Y/N: I still feel bad about that, because as soon as Bubba was 9 months, I wanted more kids. We waited luckily but I was trying to jump his bones way earlier.

T: Alright now, that’s enough of that!

Y/N: Don’t get shy now baby! I’m enjoying myself now.

T: Sorry babe they only give us so many minutes to record.

J: Travis is like cut the cameras, cut the cameras!

T: Thanks for tuning in, and thanks to our special guest. (claps)

J: All right, now once again, new heights is presented by Wave Sports and Entertainment and brought to you by our friends at Fireball. Follow the show on all social media platforms, new Height Show with ONE S for fun clips throughout the week and thanks to our production for making us look good, we’re really gonna need you for this win. Please love you guys and appreciate the 92% for always tuning in.

T: Until the next time, baby, peace!

Once the cameras stopped recording and Jason had said goodbyes, Travis looked at you, waiting for your response. The baby monitor went off before you could respond, your second child letting you know she was ready to get out of her crib. You scooted yourself out of the chair, your back hurting from sitting for an hour. You walked out of the room, Travis walking close behind you. He saw you holding your back and wanted to give you some relief. “Baby, let’s take a nap, I can give you a back rub.” “I’ve got to grab Sav, she’s gonna want to have lunch.” “I’ll grab her.” Travis disappeared into Savannah’s nursery, emerging from the room with Savannah in his arms. They followed you into the bedroom, Travis making sure you were tucked in and comfortable. “Are you mad at me?” You reached for Savannah, plopping her down on the bed beside you. You looked up at Travis with kind eyes. “Of course, not baby. I had a lot of fun actually. “Can’t wait to do it again!”

#travis kelce fluff #travis kelce fic #travis kelce imagine #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce #traviskelce

[rogueddie]

Famous Steddie Au Recs

Important: READ THE TAGS! Also, leave a comment and kudos! These fics are amazing and I love them and I hope y'all do too 📸

Help I'm Alive

ChaoGarden

Eddie reached a hand out and gently tucked his fingers under Steve’s chin, tilting it upwards and turning Steve’s face just a little to the side as he observed something on Steve’s face with a look of intense speculation. Steve couldn’t say for certain, but there was almost a tiny bit of anger there just along the edges, like he was stifling away anger at whatever it was that he was looking at.

Surely he wasn’t looking at the-

“Somebody put their hands on you, sugar?”

Words : 65,581 Chapters : 9/9 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

Somebody To You

tears_for_years

@ bisexual_disaster: i would let eddie munson make me bark like a dog

Words : 4,714 Chapters : 3/3 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

AO3 : x

you smile that beautiful smile and all the girls in the front row scream your name.

antithetical_dreamgirl

Eddie has three major rules when it comes to working with celebrities: 1. don’t flirt with the talent; 2. don’t hang out with the talent; 3. don’t, under any circumstances, fuck the talent.

He’s had enough rockstars’ managers kick him out of hotel rooms after waking up to an empty bed with cold sheets to have learned his lesson ten times over by now.

He doesn’t even think of adding a fourth rule: don’t fall in love with the talent. Has never even come close to needing a rule like that. Not until he meets Steve Harrington.

Words : 4,510 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Consensual Catfishing

foresthearts

When Eddie gets a message on instagram from an account claiming to be the famous pop-star Steve Harrington, he knows immediately it's a catfish. He's not dumb. The account has no pictures and people like Steve Harrington don't just randomly DM guys like Eddie.

Still. What would be the harm in letting it play out? It's not dangerous if he knows he's being catfished. No, if he knows about it, then it's basically like a fun little roleplay. No harm, no foul.

Words : 32,108 Chapters : 4/4 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

abstract

a_little_unsteddie

The break-up had been messy, and long overdue by the time it happened; Eddie had spent the better part of two years avoiding everything in the news including Steve's name, half convinced that Steve hadn't ever loved him at all. So, why was Chrissy sending him an interview that Steve had done at some talk show?

Words : 1,107 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

AO3 : x

the night breeze carries something sweet

asbealthgn

Eddie is used to getting recognized in public, but it doesn’t mean he likes it.

That is, until the most beautiful man he’s ever seen in his life sits in the seat next to him, unfurling a giant map that easily shields both of them. Eddie’s fucking savior.

“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know how to get to Japantown, would you?” the guy asks.

Words : 4,898 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

Your Life, Framed on the Wall

orphan_account

A scrapbook of interviews and articles following Eddie Munson’s rise to fame as the frontman of Corroded Coffin, and his relationship with one Steve Harrington.

Words : 9,379 Chapters : 9/9 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Make Them Feel It

camouflagedlove

Steve Harrington has acted in many romance movies over the years but finds himself yearning for that same kind of love in real life. He struggles to make those connections but feelings start to boil up for him when his co-star, Eddie Munson, wants to rehearse the love confession scene from their movie. It's just a scene...isn't it?

Words : 2,835 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

AO3 : x

We're Going The Distance

stevelovers

Steve doesn't know where Dustin got this little idol crush. After seeing world famous Olympic Gold Medalist “Medal” Munson- a geek who has set world records in snowboarding, he begs Steve to take him and the kids to watch him compete in an amateur charity tournament at Mad River Mountain’s Mad Dog snow race. Too bad he's a complete asshole.

Words : 14,732 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

AO3 : x

i'll find my soul as i go home

oakenorcrist

Eddie Munson has had a rough go of it -- broken-hearted and uninspired, he decides to leave everything behind in San Francisco and spend some time with his uncle in a small town in the mountains. Little does he know that there he will find not only the peace and rest he's so desperately needed but also everything he never knew was missing from his life up until this moment.

Words : 31,868 Chapters : 5/5 Rating : Teen and Up Audiences

AO3 : x

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fic rec #ficrec

[starsomens]

at this point imma just need an entire slowburn series about noah becoming a dad 🫠

YUUUHHHHH HERE IT IS i went a lil ham on this

finding out

Usually you're both careful with these things and sometimes you even take a morning after pill just to be sure. Although you've had times where you were reckless and nothing happened out of pure luck! so you have some pregnancy tests at home, obviously to clear things up if your period was late .

So it was actually late one night and Noah was just playing around with his guitar, making some tunes and you come in with some surprising news

"Hey sunshine" he smiles and puts the guitar down

"Hey so uh....I got something to share with you...something really shocking" you said sitting down on the bed

"From 1-10" he spun his chair to face you

"A 50....maybe more" you admit

"Hm, well lay it on me," he says coming over to sit with you on the bed

You pull out the pregnancy test and hand it to him "I uh....I'm pregnant" you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Your hands were shaking and you didn't know why you were so nervous.

"..baby wait. Y-you're serious?? You're pregnant?!" he asked taking the test and examining it. "Holy shit! What?!" he was way more excited than you thought he would be

"You..you're happy about-"

"Of course I am! I put a baby in you! You're gonna be a mom...I'm gonna be a...I'm gonna be a dad? Holy shit" he was

HE is so happy :)) he just holds you and kisses your face all over

"Oh my sunshine, you are just...ugh I don't know. I love you" he said as he kissed your lips "and I love you too" he said laying his hands on your stomach that still hasn't started growing

During

He's attached to your side FOR ANYTHING!

Morning sickness? Already has water ready for you, and even a light breakfast. Need someone to cuddle for you 5th nap of the day? He's got the softest blankets ready for you

He goes to your very first appointment and he can't stop jittering around. He's very excited for it all to unfold

He knew babies started tiny, but it was so tiny! Smaller than his pinky, he looked like a kid in a candy store. It was honestly so adorable

"Okay we need to start picking names, uh clothes! Uh things for the nursery, OH! I can get them lil ski masks to match with me!" he is so excited it made the experience so much better

he is VERY excited to tell the boys! But because of his line of work he had to tell them at one point or another. However I think he becomes very strict with you just so that the pregnancy goes smoothly

He waited for you to pass the 1st trimester to bring you with him one day to tell the boys about the news. Once you were all together you had Bryan secretly ready with his camera to capture reactions

"So before we tell you guys the news we got you all a little something" you hand a large bag to them and they reach inside to pull out shirts. They let them fall open and Jolly reads his out loud

"World's best Uncles" it took them a hot second to piece it together then Nick gasped

"NO FUCKING WAY! NO WAY! WHAT??" a chain reaction happened and they all caught on with wide eyes and large smiles. Bryan's camera shuttering in the background capturing the moment

They all hug and congratulate you both, they were all happy for you and super excited to be uncles to your lil baby on the way. So he had things set up with his team and gave your estimated delivery date because he wanted those days off and unavailable to be with you, including the first 3 months before being more active again

He would 100000% try and keep you out of the eye of the paparazzi or social platforms for your safety and privacy.

Now that you're entering your second trimester, your bump is starting to show and he LOVES IT!!! He takes pictures at the end of every week to document the growth. Now that you do have a visible bump his hands are always on it. he Just love to in some way be in contact with your bump.

He has a recording of their heartbeat on his phone, and yes he has put it into a song he has been working on! He love the heartbeat so much that he bought his own little machine to hear the heartbeat whenever you both wanted

Whenever you take naps his face is near your bump, telling them stories, humming songs and just having conversations with them

"And when I first saw mommy I was too scared to go and talk to her because she was so pretty, but now we're here waiting for you to come. You're gonna love her! MAybe not as much as me but you're going to love her!"

KISSES TO YOU TUMMY :)) whenever he has to step out, or in the morning or before bed he always gives you a kiss and your bump a kiss

Massages your body because he knows you get sore

He will always be the voice of reason when you tell him you're getting fat and he tells you there is a huge difference between fat and pregnant. And how even though you looked like "a fat marshmallow" you were still super sexy

Finding out the gender was very fun! Once you had the gender it was given to Nick and they got to plan it! It was a very small, very intimate gathering. Just the boys, some friends and family. When the time came they had planned something simple but , useful! they had bought a small wardrobe for the baby and inside all the items were either pink or blue.

On the count of 3 you and Noah undid the large bow holding the door together and slowly opened the doors

The wardrobe opened and the inside was a beautiful pastel pink!

Everyone cheered and Noah was ecstatic held you close

"We're having a girl! Oh god, we're having a girl Y/N!" he kissed your forehead "jesus I think I'm gonna cry" he chuckled as his eyes in fact welled up with tears

Looking inside the wardrobe he smiled at the adorable dress, jumpsuits, hoodies and plushies. He could feel his heart doing cartwheels in his chest.

The rest of the reveal was spent talking with everyone, getting best wishes and even some tips from some family. While Noah was speaking with his friends he looked over a you and just admired you. You smile, the way your hands sat on your bump, your baby bump that he now knew held your daughter

"...I told you he was far gone" he heard Folio

"Mhm, he's whipped"

"I am happily whipped for your information"

you now had just a month to get things in order and ready for your new arrival. Noah had the crib built and nursery ready, you packed an overnight bag for you both in case you had to stay at the hospital. Baby seat was installed and you even made prep meals together

"I don't think I ever thought I'd get this big" you said as you pocked at your bump

"baby that's good! Means our princess is growing healthy in there!"

"Thought I was your princess" you tease him

"You were, now you're my queen who's carrying the princess"

Loves to watch you waddle around the house and be stubborn on getting help when you need it

"...do you want me to-"

"No I got it!" you said struggling to reach something on the shelf. you used to reach just fine, but someone was currently in the way. You gave in and let him get it for you. he kissed your head and said

"Don't worry she's almost here"

After/birth

You had a birth plan and so far it was all going right! Labor started the night before your due date and you labored at home before heading for the hospital. You tried getting as much rest as you could

Now Noah? Noah was crying, screaming, smiling, throwing up, running, passing out....all in his head. But on the outside you don't know how he was staying so calm.

there are a lot of people who insisted that natural was the best way, but you honestly wanted a smooth and less stressful so you went for the epidural. You got there in time and your epidural was scheduled for later on.

Noah held your hand, walked around the room with you, massaged your back and was just your rock through the entire thing. He texted the guys to let them know their niece would be coming very soon.

"How you feeling sunshine?" "Do you need water?" "Should I call the nurse?" "Breath babe you got this"

Once you were clear for the epidural, things felt a lot lighter, the contractions were very mild and you felt like things were going a lot better than you anticipated

Once it was time to actually deliver you felt every emotion all at once. You were scared but excited, and happy but also nervous

"We're going to finally meet her!" he whisper yelled as he stood next to your and held your hand

"I know I'm....really nervous but happy!" you admit

"I know baby, but you got this, come on ready?"

The entire delivery took about an hour to an hour an half but you delivered a healthy baby girl. Strong lungs filled the room with cries. You cried, Noah cried you finally had your baby with you. She was here, laying on your chest, crying loudly

"strong lungs just like her daddy" you joke smiling at Noah

"You did so good sunshine" he kissed your head "She so beautiful, I couldn't ask for more"

After things had died down, you had fallen asleep after being tended to and your baby was fed. Noah took his advantage and had some skin to skin with her. She was so tiny compared to his much larger chest

His hand covered her completely, like a blanket and shielded her from the world. He never knew he could feel this type of love before. He loved you so deeply and now he is feeling that same love for this little baby that laid on his chest

"I love you princess. daddy loves you so so much"

he didn't notice you had woken up and taken pictures of him with the baby. That wallpaper was not going to be changed any time soon

He did make a post about it to his story with a picture of her tiny foot against his tattooed skin that read "welcome a new sebastian <3"

#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens cult #star’s anons✨ #noahsebastian #noah sebastian x reader

[atinylittlepain]

Apothecary - Chapter Seven

joel miller x witchy!reader

series masterlist

the town of Jackson comes together for a meeting, and truths are revealed.

wordcount: 4.8K

warnings | 18+ smut, significant angst, dramaaaaa

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The irony isn’t lost on her. What now serves as the Jackson town hall had been a church in its previous life, high-arched windows, wooden pews, pulpit and all. Her mother would show her pictures from history books of Salem, their ancestors, she had told her, faces steeled in cool resignation amidst a contorted hysteria. She thinks of those images now, sitting in the first pew, Joel tucking her into his side, and dozens of eyes skittering up her neck. 

“Alright, let’s go ahead and start the meeting. I think we all know why I called everyone together. There’s been a lot of talk around town and it’s time to put rumors to rest and set the record straight.” Maria’s voice echoes through the hall from where she stands at the front of the room, Tommy right by her side, quieting the low thrum of the crowd. There’s not an empty seat to be had, people relegated to stand in the back, and she doesn’t dare glance over her shoulder out of fear of what she might find, glares and whispers, jaws set in predetermined condemnation. Joel however, can’t stop looking, his head whipping around every few moments before turning back to her with a grunt until she finally gives his knee a squeeze.

“You’re gonna throw your back out if you keep twisting your neck like that.” He sighs, resting his hand over hers.

“That’s gonna be the least of my worries if these people don’t stop fucking staring.” His words come out with a huff, and she offers him what she can of a smile, giving his thigh another squeeze. Though both of their attention is drawn back to the front of the room as the meeting really begins.

“We’d like for this to be an open forum to clear the air and discuss folks’ concern about what’s been going on, so if everyone’s amenable to that, we can open the floor to whoever would like to speak first.” It doesn’t surprise her that as soon as Maria steps to the side, Mason is getting up from his seat next to Matthew and Maura to stand in front of the crowd.

“I’d like to speak on behalf of the Nichols who are too grief-stricken at this moment to talk about such things. But they need and deserve justice for what happened to their baby, and I think it’s high time that witch right there gave us some answers.” She can feel Joel’s muscles tense under her hands, and she muses that if she wasn’t keeping a steady palm on him, he’d already be out of his seat and heading for Mason. Untangling herself from him, she gives Joel what she hopes is a reassuring nod as she stands up, squaring her shoulders as she faces Mason.

“I’m happy to give you answers. But I’m afraid it’s not going to be what you want to hear.” She turns to look at Maura, sitting across the aisle with tears welling in her eyes, Matthew set in a stony glare beside her. 

“Maura, I can’t express how sorry I am for what happened to your baby. And I need you to know that if there was anything I could have done to change things, I would have done it in a heartbeat. But I don’t think anyone could have changed what happened. It was just– it was too early, and I’m sorry.” For a moment, Maura’s features soften as she looks at her, a silent understanding that’s gone as soon as it comes when Matthew opens his mouth.

“Don’t listen to her, Maura. Remember what I told you? Nothing but lies coming out of her mouth.” 

“Why would I lie about something like this? Something as awful as this?” With that, Mason takes a few strides toward her, too close for comfort as his lip curls at her.

“Oh, you know why, little witch.” “Back off.” Too focused on Mason, she failed to notice Joel standing up, now stepping between them to glower at the man just as Maria steps forward as well, looking pointedly between the two men.

“Let’s keep things civil here, shall we?” Mason huffs, nostrils flared, though he does take a few steps back. And then she glances over her shoulder, though she wishes she hadn’t, quickly realizing that this has turned into a bona fide production for the people of Jackson to watch, necks craned to catch the action at the pulpit.

“I can tell you all exactly why she’d– she’d curse us like this. It’s because I wouldn’t give her what she wanted.” Matthew is up out of his seat, turned to, essentially, play to the crowd, his arms gesticulating broadly as he mouths off.

“She tried to put me under her spell. Tried to tempt me and seduce me like she did with all those other poor men, Miller included. But I am faithful, and I resisted her temptations. That’s why she cursed me, that’s why our baby is dead. And it’s why all those other men are dead too.” The crowd breaks into a thrumming murmur as Matthew finishes his speech, and her stomach sinks at the sound of their clear assent, heads nodding along to his words. This is about when the pitchforks come out, right?

“I have heard enough!” A hush falls over the crowd, Joel’s booming voice bouncing off the walls as he turns fully around to look at them.

“Do y’all really hear what this man is saying? This-this nonsense about someone who has helped every single one of you in this goddamn room?” She’s stunned still by his outburst, and everyone else seems to be too, eyes wide as Joel points to someone in the crowd.

“You told me she cured your son’s cough after he had it for years.” She recognizes the woman, who nods at Joel’s words, glancing over to her before responding.

“That’s true– she did. It was– well, it was a huge relief.” 

“She did the same for our little girl when she was sick last year. We thought her cough would never go away, but she helped her, helped us.” Another woman’s voice fills the room, heads turning to listen. 

“And how many of y’all have gone to her looking for help when your kids come home with poison ivy? I know I have.” There’s a wave of murmurs in the crowd, heads nodding at Joel’s words as he points to someone else.

“And you told me that she helped your wife through her entire pregnancy, ain’t that right?” The man nods, just as another woman speaks up.

“She helped me too, with both of my girls– honestly I don’t know how I would’ve done it without her.” 

“Us too, we’ve got her to thank for our boy.” She turns around at the sound of Tommy’s voice, seeing him and Maria both smiling at her where they stand.

Several other people come forward, sharing their own stories of how she had helped them in the past, and she can’t help the tears that start to gather in her lashes at this, a gratitude she has never experienced before. Joel takes her hand in his, glancing at her as people continue to speak, stories of rashes cured and colds stymied, wounds tended and care given. But Matthew isn’t done speaking just yet.

“Don’t listen to this man, he-he’s under her spell! He doesn’t know what he’s talking about!” 

“I’m not under some fucking spell. I know the woman I love, and I know that she wouldn’t harm anyone. And I also know she wouldn’t so much as look your way.” Joel’s words shock her, words she hasn’t heard from him before, but she doesn’t have much time to consider them before Mason is butting in with his own declaration.

“So she’s helped some people. That doesn’t take away from the fact that she’s a licentious slut who’s trying to drive men to adultery!” It’s a stunning slew of words, but before she or Joel can even react, a young woman is shooting up out of her seat and bursting out with a firm exclamation.

“She’s not an adulterer! He is! I’ve been having an affair with Matthew Nichols for months!” A collective gasp washes over the crowd, and she watches the color leave Matthew’s face. The woman waits for a lull in the commotion to continue speaking, eyes darting around the crowd.

“Don’t blame her for any of this. That man is a liar– I’m so sorry, Maura.” With that, the woman lets out a broken sob as she pushes through the crowd, hurrying toward the exit as Matthew calls out a rather meek “Lisa?” In the meantime, Maura has stood up, tears no longer falling as she stares at her husband, shock mingling with ire in her eyes.

“Maura, it’s not– it’s not what it–” Maura cuts off Matthew’s stammering with a palm held up between them, only offering him one word before she turns heel and storms out of the town hall.

“Don’t.” Matthew is quick to rush out on his wife’s heels, calling after her, leaving everyone thoroughly speechless, stunned silence hanging in the air as eyes dart around, searching for answers now that the floor has all but fallen out from under them. 

Joel lets go of her hand, stepping over to a very slack-jawed Mason, nose to nose as he glares at him.

“I suggest you go on home now, son, I think we’re done here.” He doesn’t have to be told twice.

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By the time she makes it back to Joel’s house, the sun has already pulled hazy and low over the mountains, washing everything in orange fading into purple. 

“How’s she holding up?” She sighs at his question, plopping down next to him on the porch bench and all but melting into his side.

“I think she’ll be ok. She’s gonna stay with a friend of hers until the council works out a new place for her to live, but she seems pretty clear about her decision. Wants nothing to do with that man ever again.” After the town meeting that morning, she had sought Maura out immediately, inviting her to her shop, somewhere quiet for them to talk. And talk they did, for the better part of the day.

“And you and her are good?” 

“I think so, yeah.” There’s so much more she could say. How Maura kept telling her that she knew it wasn’t her fault. How awful she felt for how everything happened. And how they both couldn’t stop thinking about that little baby girl. But with the day she’s had, it’s nothing that can’t wait, leaving it at that for now as Joel pulls her a little closer under his arm. 

“You were something else today, Miller.” His grumble thrums under her palm splayed over his chest, shaking his head as he looks at her.

“I did what needed to be done. Those people needed some fucking sense talked into them. And for the record, I’m still thinking about paying Mason a visit and–” She cuts him off with a kiss, brushing his hair back before letting her palm come to rest along his scruff.

“He’s not worth it, Joel. I don’t think he’s gonna give us any more trouble either. Not after what happened today.” Though he doesn’t seem too satisfied by her response, the second kiss she presses to his lips seems to melt some of his resolve, the crease between his brows easing up as she pulls away to look at him.

“So, the woman you love, huh?” That distracts him, his jaw going a little slack as she grins at him.

“You– you caught that?” She’s quick to stifle her laugh when she sees the clear worry in his eyes, letting her palm fall back to his chest to rub reassuring circles there.

“Yeah, I caught that.”

“I didn’t, uh– I mean– I didn’t mean to–”

“It was kinda nice hearing the man I love talk about me like that.” His brows shoot up his forehead at that, and this time she can’t hold back her laugh at his shocked expression.

“I– you– you mean me, right?” 

“What do you think?” He pulls her into this kiss, swallowing her laugh and then silencing it with the way he licks into her mouth, her mind going hazy with him.

“Innocent eyes present! Please do not scar me for life, thank you very much.” They reluctantly pull away from each other, Joel grumbling as Ellie comes stomping up the porch steps, Stevie hot on her heels.

“I heard you guys did some serious ass-whooping today. Is it true what people are saying about the Nichols?” Joel huffs at her words, and at Stevie who has leapt into her lap between them, front paws digging into his thigh.

“Kid, no one did any ass-whooping, alright? And don’t look so pleased about what happened to the Nichols either, ain’t a laughing matter.” 

“He’s right, Ellie. Things are gonna be ok, but it was a hard day for everyone.” Ellie schools her face into something like solemnity, crossing her arms in front of her and nodding.

“Although… Joel did do some ass-whooping today.” At that, Ellie’s face breaks into a grin, pumping her fist in the air before holding her palm out to Joel for a high five, which he does not reciprocate, quirking his eyebrow at both of them with a shake of his head before getting up with a grumble that he’s going to get started on dinner, Stevie mewling in indignation at the sudden shift off of his legs and onto the bench next to her. With the soft click of the front door behind him, all it takes is Ellie glancing back her way for the both of them to let out a laugh.

It feels like a relief, like something settling back into place.

…

“So much for taking it slow, huh?” Joel glances at her in the bathroom mirror, wiping toothpaste off his mouth before resting his hip against the counter and fully looking at her.

“Think we’re way past slow now, darlin.” She had rather sheepishly asked him if it’d be ok for her to stay the night, not sure if she was still welcome now that everything had blown over. Joel had just looked at her like she was crazy for even asking, pulling her into a tight hug and murmuring something about her never having to leave if she didn’t want to. And she’s not sure if she ever will, not after that rock that came soaring through the front window of her house. She had already had a faint thread of an idea that maybe Maura could take her house after she moved in with Joel, since it seems like whatever this is, it’s going to stick around. He’s going to stick around, and so is she.

“Where’d you go?” His gentle question and his hand on her hip shakes her out of her head, blinking a few times to focus back on him standing in front of her.

“Hmm? Just thinking– it’s nothing important, not right now at least.” He hums at that, shuffling closer and taking her face in his hands, his eyes seemingly searching her expression. 

“You alright?” It’s so genuine, the worry just barely creasing his brow as he looks at her that she’d probably melt under his gaze if not for his hands holding her steady. The sigh that she lets out is one she’s been holding in for a while.

“I think so, yeah. I– what you did today– for me. No one’s ever done something like that— stood up for me like that. And I guess I’m just trying to say thank you, for sticking your neck out for me.” He seems to consider her words for a moment, lips parted and eyes turned down as he strokes his thumb over her cheek. 

“I’d do it again in an instant, darlin. Meant what I said too. I love you. Fuck, I really love you.” With all the other ones, she had heard them tell her that they wanted her, needed her even. But Joel is the first to say these words to her, and she doesn’t think she’d like to hear them from anyone else, ever. She nearly laughs when the thought crosses her mind that, really, she’s under his spell. 

“I love you, Joel. I do, I love you.” Yes, it has to be magic, the way his eyes crinkle up, a smile he wouldn’t give to anyone else, the strength of his palms still so soft along her jaw as he guides her lips to his. And they get to have this, all of this, for as long as they both want it. She hopes for a long time, if not forever. 

It’s a messy affair, lips only parting for quick gasps of breath, eyes barely glancing away as they make a stumbling path for his bed. She can’t help the laugh that bubbles up, breaking their kiss when they fall in a graceless tangle onto the mattress, a quick twist of limbs that has her straddling his hips, palms splayed out on his chest as she looks down at him. For a moment, all she wants is to look at him looking at her, the little tilt of his head, amusement rounding his cheeks as his fingers squeeze and flex where they’re curled around her hips.

“Staring ain’t very polite, darlin.” 

“Neither is being a smartass, baby.” The laugh he lets out is more of a disbelieving huff and she’s quick to swallow it, dipping down and bringing them back together in a kiss that stings sweet, teeth scraping skin as her fingers skitter down the buttons of his shirt. Her mouth follows her hands, meeting every new inch of exposed skin with a drag of kisses, and when he sits up just enough to shrug out of the sleeves of his shirt, she can’t help but nip at the soft swell of his stomach, eliciting a grumble from him.

“What’s that about, huh?” She grins against his skin, palm splaying in the middle of his chest to push him back flat on the mattress, nosing at the trail of hair just below his navel.

“I happen to really like this part of you, that’s all.” The quirk of his brows at her words makes her laugh, simply leaving another smattering of kisses over his belly in response as she works open his belt. 

She learned early on that Joel’s something of a giver, always wanting to be the one in control, the one who decides what and when and how, and it only makes it more satisfying when she gets him like she has him now, giving it all up to her. A quiet “hips up, baby” is all it takes to get his jeans shimmying down his legs, tugging them off before settling back between his legs, her palms resting on the tops of his thighs. 

“You look perturbed.”

“You’ve still got a lot of clothes on, darlin.” He says it with a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth, sitting up on his elbows to look at her as she peels her shirt off over her head. But that’s all she’ll give him for now.

“Lay back down, Miller, I wasn’t done with you.” His grumble dies in his throat when she slips her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, nails grazing the soft skin there. That gets him on his back real fast. She supposes she’s teased him enough, tugging his boxers off with little fanfare, his cock resting flushed and hard against his stomach. 

She knows what he likes. He likes her eyes on him when she lets her tongue drag along the underside of his length, and he likes it a touch messy, spit pooling in the corners of her lips when she takes him into her mouth. He likes when her nails graze over his belly, holding him still as she works him over, taking him into her mouth as far as she can before pulling back to lap at his swollen tip. She likes all the little sounds she can coax out of him, harsh breaths turning into clipped grunts that eventually give way to moans thrumming low in his chest as she continues her ministrations. 

“I– Jesus– that mouth of yours– gotta– gotta stop, honey. I can’t– I want you. Want you now.” With that, he sits up, fingers tucked under her chin to coax her up for a devouring kiss before his hands fall to the button of her pants. His mouth doesn’t stray far from her skin, grazing over the tops of her breasts as he works her out of her remaining clothes, a close shuffle that leaves her just as bare as he is, coaxing her thighs to frame his hips. He holds her steady, hands an insistent bruise on her hips as her cunt drags over his length, a heady pull that has her nails digging into his chest. 

“Shit, darlin– you ready for me? Wanna take it like this?” It always makes her brain stutter to a stop, the absolute mouth he has on him, usually such a gentleman, so quiet, suddenly turned sharp and demanding. It’s obvious to her that he doesn’t realize what kind of effect his words have, only earnest anticipation in his eyes as he looks up at her, and it only makes the heat grazing up her spine raise another pitch. He’s all soft murmured encouragement, palms a steady sweep up her thighs, the curve of her ass, fingers firming up on her hips as she guides his cock to her entrance.

Relax for me, darlin, that’s it.

Fuck, that’s good. You’re so good like this. 

Move for me, honey. Just like that, so fucking perfect.

It’s a brilliant mingling of sighs, clipped moans with every pass of her hips, Joel bending his knees and planting his feet into the mattress to meet each bounce with his own thrust. His eyes are a hot drag on her skin, the pull of his gaze trailing every curve before sweeping back up to her face. She’s trailing along the edge of too much, so full of him that each tilt of her hips has her gasping with the way his cock is spreading her open, grazing so deep every time she sinks back down. But when he brings one hand to rest at the crux of her thigh, fingers smearing a sloppy rhythm into her clit, too much washes over her like a wave, spine curling in an arc of pleasure until her chest is pressed close against his, face buried in the juncture of his neck as she mouths a quiet cry into his skin. His hands draw a slow circuit up her spine, keeping her full, but not moving as she crashes down around him.

“I’ve got you, easy, easy, I’ve got you, darlin.” A kiss to her temple coaxes her face out from his neck, hazy smiles shared between barely brushing lips. 

They move like liquid. He stays, warm and throbbing inside her, as he turns them over, his hips slotting between her thighs, forearms framing her face. There’s no use for words. She gives him a nod and a kiss to the corner of his mouth, enough communication for him to slip back into movement, hips a steady and strong roll into hers. He’s beautiful like this, a pink flush creeping up his chest into his cheeks, his brow pulled down in pleasure, eyes a continuous wave from her face down to where she’s taking all of him over and over again. And it’s her turn to coax, to murmur, to press and press and press until he cracks.

Feel so full, baby. Always fill me up so perfect.

So good like this, Joel. Doing so good for me.

I want it, baby. Want it so bad. Let go for me, please.

He comes with a crackled groan, her name leaving his lips on a punched out exhale as he curls over her, spend smearing warm over her stomach. She props herself up on an elbow, her hand on his jaw drawing him down for a kiss shared between harsh breaths. 

“Was that– was that good for you?”

“You’re always good for me, Joel.”

…

Her overalls are back, hanging off the corner of his bathroom door. There’s a stack of her books on his nightstand, thick tomes full of latin names he won’t even attempt to pronounce. And her plants are back too, she and Ellie hauling them over one afternoon, shuffling back and forth between her old house and theirs. A few pieces of her furniture made the move as well. A dark blue armchair that now sits in the living room, what has become Stevie’s designated lounging area. A cabinet that had been a bitch for them to move, huffing and puffing across town, Joel nearly throwing his back out with the effort, though his reward that night had been worth it. And a high-backed bureau now sits in the corner of his bedroom, a spot he finds her sitting at most mornings before they both head out for work, writing meticulous notes about the people she cares for. 

“Gonna see you over lunch today?” He can feel the curl of her smile where his lips rest against her cheek, and she turns around on her stool to steal a proper kiss from him.

“Mmhmm, I’ll be there. I’m guessing I’m gonna have to share with you again, huh?” 

“Well, if you’re offering I ain’t gonna turn you down.” He didn’t get to have her laugh for a while there, and now whenever she does give it to him, it’s like he tries to gather it up in his mind, every crackling smile, every tilt of her head, every peel of relief committed to memory. 

“Fine, but I’m not leaving tomatoes off this time. You’ll just have to eat around them.” 

“I guess I can live with that.” Another smacking kiss before he pulls away to let her stand up.

“You gonna walk me out, Miller?”  

“That’s the least I can do, darlin.” 

No more whispers, no more stares, they move through town easily now, first walking Ellie to school, who tells her and Stevie that she’ll be around the shop this afternoon before offering Joel a clipped “later, old man.” But he doesn’t even have time to be annoyed by it, not when his woman is taking his hand and tugging him along toward her shop.

She still moves a bit tentatively, glancing over her shoulder at him as she unlocks the front door before stepping inside, her shoulders a slight hunch as she moves through the shop. He’s been keeping her company in the mornings before his own shifts, staying out of her way but close enough that he hopes it eases some of her worry. 

“Ellie’s already asking me about Halloween, you know.” His brows raise at her words, watching her rest her elbows on the butcher block across from him.

“Is it– is it an important day for your, uh, your people?” Though he can see the amusement in her eyes at his stumbled-out question, she spares him any teasing, lazily stirring her tea before letting the spoon rest in the mug.

“Mmhmm, though we call it Samhain, not Halloween. I’ll tell you more about it when it gets a little closer.” They’ve figured out a gradual give and take, when to ask and when to answer, when to let things rest and when to reveal a bit more, and Joel can tell she’s making such a calculation in her head right now, offering him an easy smile. But his attention is drawn down to her mug, spoon now languidly stirring all by itself, though she’s quick to catch it, bringing her palm over the rim of the cup, her smile turning sheepish as his eyes widen at her.

“That– how– how am I just seeing that now?” That makes her laugh.

“I may have been trying to hide that particular, uh, quirk. Didn’t want to freak you out too much.” 

“Darlin, at this point, I don’t think you could freak me out if you tried.” 

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Summary: You knew that sending Loki raunchy pictures as you tried on lingerie was going to have consequences. You just didn't think that they would be coming your way so quickly.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, do not even think of trying me, i am not the one); mirror play; fingering; hand necklace; semi-public smutting(?); sexting; 1 cuss word [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established relationship

You'd be playing with fire if you did this. You knew that in your bones. And yet somehow you found yourself in the mood to push Loki's limits, fully knowing that he was in a mission debriefing being run by the master of "this entire thing could have been an email" Captain Steve Rogers and bored out of his godly mind.

Meanwhile you were out with Natasha and Wanda in Sugar Cookies Lingerie, the final stop to your impromptu shopping trip to prepare your attire for yet another one of Stark's extravagant charity galas. Of course, this particular stop was more for yourselves than for the benefit of anyone attending the event. A touch of fun to counteract the humdrum of the exercise itself.

Now here you were, donning a black babydoll made with a sheer mesh material and lace cups split down the front, kneeling on the large ottoman in the fitting area in front of a mirror, snapping a picture to send to your boyfriend. You sat back on your heels, thighs slightly parted, hand playing with the split mesh panels of the garment while all your hair was swept to one side. You kept your face hidden and when you were satisfied with what you saw on your screen you snapped the picture.

Considering wearing this to the gala. Thoughts?

While you waited for a reply from the god, you changed into another babydoll garment of the same materials. This time with no split down the front, a satin bow at the bottom of your cleavage, and set in his signature green. Just as you were adjusting the cups to support your breasts a bit more securely, your phone buzzed with a new message.

You should know better than to play with my composure, my love. You might not like the consequences.

"And so it seems I've awoken the beast," you murmured to yourself, quickly making a note to buy the black. A new message came in just as you made your way to the mirror again to send him a photo of the green attire, your breath catching in your throat in an odious sound as your screen loaded up a picture of his arrantly large hand grasping an obvious erection through the fabric of his trousers.

Now the act of sending salacious messages in itself wasn't a novel experience for you two; what was new, however, was that when you zoomed in on the photo to look at the floor, you recognized the carpeting of the main conference room.

He took it during the fucking debriefing, that horn dog, you thought to yourself as your jaw dropped to the ground, your mind quickly forming a response that could up the ante on testing his composure. You opened the front-facing camera and began recording a video, making sure to not record lower than your neck.

"Okay so I take it not the black one, Mischief?" you spoke into the camera before flipping the setting to the back camera pointed at the mirror, showing the new outfit you picked out. "How about this one then? Little better?"

You snickered to yourself once you stopped recording and sent the video over to him, reaching behind your neck to undo the ribbon holding the top half of the garment up.

A sharp gasp escaped you the moment you felt a cool hand wrap around yours, another going over your mouth as a tall frame pressed against you from behind. "Not a sound, my darling." A thrill ran through you at the sound of Loki's voice rasping in your ear. "You know what you were doing when you put this on, didn't you?" He moved his hand from your mouth to your throat, a heady feeling taking over you as you felt him squeezing at the sides.

He began to maneuver you both until you were facing the mirror once again, the image of the god with the sleeves of his forest green button down rolled up to reveal his sinewy forearms, towering over you in your currently vulnerable state of dress had you very quickly growing wet between your thighs. "Loki--"

"Answer the question, my love." You could both see and feel how he smirked against the side of your face, a delicious shiver running through your body as his eyes met yours in the reflection and pressed a deceptively tender kiss to your cheek. "Oh…" He dragged out the word with a low rasp, like he was trying to drive you mad from just the sound of his voice.

He was succeeding.

"This excites you, doesn't it?" You turned your head to face him, his question jarring you and filling you with a touch of mortification. "Oh, darling…" he cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his hand moving from your throat to rest lightly on your shoulder. "You need not be ashamed of what arouses you. Especially with me."

It felt as if it took all your strength to form the words. "It does," you breathed out, your breath catching as a brilliant smile stretched across his face. "Just a bit."

"Well then, my darling mortal, look back at our reflection then and enjoy the show."

You turned your gaze back to the mirror, your breath hitching in your throat as he placed one of your hands on his thigh, his free hand moving to lightly ghost across the lace covering your breast before cupping the clothed mound in his hand, the sight of the god closing his eyes and groaning in your ear before placing a kiss on your cheek nearly enough to make you come undone.

There was something about being able to watch what was happening to you as it was being done in real time that really struck a chord with you, stirring and intensifying your desire tenfold and reducing you to staggered whimpers of his name as his hands roamed your body, one of them already finding its way between your legs and meeting the soaked fabric of your panties.

A sharp moan escaped you as his eyes opened and met yours in the reflection, pupils blown out to turn his usually steely blue gaze a breathtaking onyx.

"Y/N??"

It was like ice shot through your veins at the sound of Wanda's voice outside your fitting room, making you clap a hand over your mouth as you suddenly remembered that you didn't walk into this store alone.

"Babes, are you okay in there? I heard a sound…Do you need help getting out of something?"

"Tell her you're alright or she will barge in here and we're going to suddenly have an audience, min kjære." Just as you lifted your hand from your mouth, Loki moved the fabric of your panties to the side and began to brush his fingers along the length of your slit, causing you to close your eyes as you struggled to silence your reactions. "No, no, my love. Keep your eyes on me. On us."

You followed his soft-spoken command without hesitation, knowing full well that if you didn't he would stop and leave you wanting until you did so. You took a deep, shaky breath and did your beat to answer your friend outside. "I'm fine, Wan." You hid your reaction to his fingertips ghosting over your clit with a barely convincing grunt. "Nothing I can't get myself out of."

"If you say so…" Her tone was so overtly skeptical, as if she already knew what was going on in there without either of you even making a sound. "I'll wait for you and Natasha out here."

Your hand gripped tighter at your lover's thigh, a scream dying at the back of your throat as you watched his reflection smirking at you before pressing a kiss to your shoulder and pushing his fingers inside you, easily finding the spot that had your lungs burning with the screams that you kept on tamping down as he lazily stroked at the soft flesh.

"O-Okay then I'll be out in a bit."

"Knowing her, Nat's probably sending pictures to Bucky." You inwardly groaned as Wanda's laughter floated into your fitting room, finding it nearly impossible to not react to her words with anything more than a half hearted 'Oh?' Thankfully, it was enough to keep her seemingly unsuspicious of you. "Yeah. Nice little reminder of what he's already got because that nepo baby Carter's trying to move in on her territory."

"Is she now?" Another moan went silent as the god moved his fingers inside you with firmer, faster strokes. As if he was actively trying to get you to break and expose yourselves to the sorceress right outside.

"Oh yeah. And I'd honestly suggest you send some to your guy, too." You gave Loki a pointed stare through the mirror, almost identical smirks finding their way to your faces at the suggestion. "I got a text from Jane saying that she overheard Carter setting her sights on Mr Mischief. Told her not to worry though because Loki's more whipped for you than Thor is for her," she finished off with a laugh.

You fought to stay quiet once more, your body falling backward against him as his free hand weaved through your hair and tilted your head to expose your neck to him, the heady feeling of his lips languidly gliding along the delicate skin further worsening your urge to moan. To beg for more. To even just say his name.

"That I am," he whispered against your skin. "There could be hordes of women surrounding me with their bodies bared and I'd only ever wish to look upon yours." Whimpers and moans died in squeaks at the back of your throat as his fingers picked up the pace inside you, stroking against that spot inside of you in a merciless pace. "Face me, min elskede."

When you turned your head to face him, seeing the way his eyes were a near perfect black and yet still shining with a tenderness he'd only shown around you stole the breath from your lungs. 'I love you', you mouthed, finding yourself unable to even sound out your sentiments.

"I love you, little temptress," he rasped before leaning down to press his lips to yours in an impassioned kiss that made you feel as if your entire body had been consumed by desire. By pleasure. By him. When you opened your eyes,  you saw a flash of green washing over the room briefly before fading into something too imperceptible for your eyes. "I've silenced the room. You no longer need to hold yourself back."

A loud moan slipped through your lips as he pushed his fingers in deeper inside you, the heel of his palm pressing and rubbing against your clit with every movement being the catalyst that made you come undone, writhing against him as you rode out your release on his fingers, your sounds dying out as you came down from your high.

When your breathing began to even out, you felt his seiðr washing over you as he withdrew his fingers, not bothering to mask your smile as you began once again to change out of the babydoll, reaching up to undo the ribbon behind your neck. All the while he stood watch, sitting on the large ottoman with his legs spread in a silent invitation for you to come over once you were finished, shamelessly sucking your release off his fingers.

"I'm sure it goes without saying but that piece is coming home with you."

You let out a giggle at his words, fixing the skirt of your black sundress before stepping toward him and letting him maneuver you to sit on his thigh. "So I take it that's a yes for the gala?"

"Absolutely not." You could feel your arousal building again at the husked tone of his voice. "But tonight…when I see you at home, the flimsy little garment stays on while I ravish you."

A/N: Can you believe this is the 2nd last story for this collection? And tomorrow's finale is…well, I'm still writing it but I will have it ready for Valentine's Day I promise.

Translations: min kjære – my dear min elskede – my beloved

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#14 days of valentines collection #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfic #muddyorbs writes

[morganbritton132]

I need Eddie's jealous moments!!!!!

yk... for research

Eddie once came home from a three-week stint playing shows in middle-of-nowhere Ohio to find a man sitting on his couch. Steve was newly diagnosed and newly moved in, and Eddie was prepared for anything.

Except for a man sitting on his couch. A very distinctly Tommy H-shaped man, sitting way too comfortably and way too close to his boyfriend. On his couch.

Eddie was expecting throw pillows not – “Hagan.”

“Munson.”

Eddie wasn’t due back until tomorrow and Steve is surprised to see him, and he’s happy. He lights up like Christmas, but this is not the homecoming that Eddie was expecting. He still gets a hug, but it doesn’t linger and it doesn’t lead to where he wants them to go (the bedroom). Steve awkwardly pats him on the shoulder when he pulls away like they’re bros.

It’s kind of obvious that Steve had some of his jock friends from high school over to watch the game because the people on tv are talking about sports and there’s a letterman jacket too big for Steve or Tommy forgotten on the kitchen floor. The fact that Tommy is the only one that remains irks Eddie though.

It sets his teeth on edge, especially when Steve settles back on the couch and Tommy refills the space next to him like they were still friends. Tommy throws his arm over Steve’s shoulder, absently touching his hair the way that he always did in school. Steve might not notice it, but Eddie does.

It ain’t subtle. Not to Eddie, who knows what it looks like to be in love with Steve Harrington.

He’s not dumb. Eddie might be out of town just as much as he’s in it nowadays, but he knows what the rumors are about why Steve is living here. He also knows that if he was the one harboring a crush on a boy since grade school and there was even the slightest change that he might be gay than Eddie would be here too. Testing the waters.

Too bad for Tommy though because this is Eddie’s pool.

Despite the loud and obnoxious presence pressed up against Steve’s side and Steve awkwardly reintroducing them to each other, Eddie still asks, “You have people over?”

“Wayne said it was okay.”

“Course it is,” Eddie grinned. “You live here, sweetheart.”

Steve tells Eddie how Tommy was home from college for the long weekend and about the game of telephone that led to him hosting his friends. He even tells Eddie how he recorded the game on tape to watch with Wayne later. Eddie listens and he maybe agreed to watch the rerun with them, but he’s waiting. He’s watching Tommy squeeze the back of Steve’s neck and make some joke that’s not funny, and he’s waiting.

And it happens.

Steve asks Eddie how his shows went, and Eddie grins. He’s not an insecure man. Not about Steve and not about their relationship. Tommy can make all the moves he wants, Eddie knows where Steve’s sleeping tonight. So, he grins.

He startles them both with a running jump onto the coffee table and he takes up all the attention in the room, Tommy left an afterthought. Eddie regales his time in the far off land of Ohio. He paints a perilous picture of nights driving through cornfields and cows like an adventure. He recounts their shows like he’s slaying a dragon, and he draws Steve in like he knew he would.

He physically draws Steve closer, crouching down in front of him and putting his hands on his shoulders. One hand slides up to caress his cheek, and Steve leans into the touch. Eddie pulls him forward until he’s barely on the couch at all and Tommy is left leaning against nothing, and then Eddie pulls him to his feet.

High school Steve probably would’ve sneered at the Eddie of it all, but this Steve – his Steve – laughs and lets Eddie pull him where the story needs to go. He drags Steve through the living room as he weaves a tale in movement about Corroded Coffin’s harrowing battle against the one lone preacher protesting devil music.

Their feet get tangled together when Eddie zigs and Steve zags, and they end up toppled into Wayne’s favorite chair. Steve laughs in that way that squishes his whole face and he tells him without thought, “Missed you.”

Eddie knows that those are words that Tommy wants to hear. He knows the taste of a friendship lost and he knows that Tommy wants this, but this isn’t high school anymore. Tommy can’t just take what he wants. It’s a deep and settling smugness playing on Eddie’s lips because this his and he says, “I know.”

Tommy leaves with very little fanfare. Forest Hills may not be a castle, but it’s Eddie’s domain and Steve is a very captive audience. Tommy, at least, knows when to admit defeat.

He’s standing on the gravel outside of the trailer when he says, “I’ll drive you to that appointment Monday. What time was it?”

Before Steve could say anything, Eddie’s throwing his arm over Steve’s shoulder. He gives Tommy a grin that’s all sharp corners as he threads his fingers into Steve’s hair and tugs on it, “Don’t worry about it, Tommy-boy. I’ll handle it.”

Eddie only kinda feels like an asshole when he smudges Tommy’s name off the calendar stuck to the fridge later that night, but then he gets into his bed for the first time in three weeks. Steve curls up closer and Eddie finds it really hard to care about anything else.

#not sure if this reads as jealous but I think Eddie is less petty in his jealousy. he doesn’t need to worry that Steve is going somewhere #he just needs Steve’s eyes on him. if that makes sense #this is almost long enough to be considered a full fic #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[agaypanic]

could you please do a chase davenport x musical reader ?? she’s constantly asking him “how does this sound” and blessing his ears with her voice. sometimes even asking him to help her play something only for his intelligence to shine and play every instrument perfectly much to her surprise. thanks a bunch !!

His Little Songbird (Chase Davenport X Singer!Reader)

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Summary: Chase is the first person you go to for thoughts on something new you’ve written. He’ll do anything to keep hearing your voice.

A/N: i feel like if chase was dating a musical person/singer, hed totally call them his songbird or something equally as cheesy and everyone would think it’s cringey but his s/o would be giggling and shit. Made reader like semi-famous (she’s going on a tour) bc i think thats fun

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Bringing Chase along on your first tour was probably the best decision you ever made. Being the smartest man in the world, he could handle any technical problem you were having in a flash. He was so supportive, always making sure you took care of yourself and watching every show without ever getting tired of hearing the same set over and over again. Plus, having your boyfriend with you while you traveled around the country was way better than having to text or call whenever you wanted to talk to him.

But one of the coolest things about having Chase with you was that he absolutely loved being the first person you went to when a new song popped into your head.

“Hey, Chase?” You called out, scribbling notes and words in your little notebook. You were hanging out backstage before a sound check and decided to do some writing.

“Yeah?” He answered, appearing by your side almost instantly. He crouched down next to you, glancing at your notes before looking up at you curiously.

“What do you think of this?” You asked, tilting the notebook so he could get a better look. Being a fast reader, he looked at the page briefly before looking back at you.

“Good rhymes.” He said. “Wanna try it?” You nodded, and Chase left, coming back with a guitar and chair. He got settled, and you held the book out for both of you to see. Having bionic super smarts, Chase could easily play any instrument. So whenever you wanted to see how something would sound, he quickly volunteered to grab whatever you had in mind to play along. It sort of made you wish that he would be on stage with you, but Chase insisted that he was better helping you behind the scenes.

Chase started strumming the chords you had written down, waiting for you to start singing. When you did, he had to power through his playing. Chase was always taken aback by your beautiful voice. If you had to take a shot for every time he fawned over your singing, you’d probably get alcohol poisoning in a day.

When you were finished, you and Chase had a small conversation about things to fix, playing the song over and over until you were satisfied. Then, when you were called over to do a sound check, you kissed Chase and gave him the notebook to put in your bag.

Hours later, your concert was in full swing. Chase watched your performance from backstage like he did every show, phone recording the entire time despite it being the same songs. And then, when you were finished, you ran to him like you did every show, and he picked you up and swung you around while telling you how great you did. You knew he actually paid attention because every time, he talked about a different moment that he deemed his favorite of your performance.

While you got changed into something more comfortable in your dressing room, your phone buzzed. Seeing it was a post notification from Chase, you opened it and smiled.

He had posted pictures that he had taken in the past couple of days. It was all mainly you. The two of you at a cute little local cafe. You posing next to your vinyls and CDs being sold at a store you went to to pick up some snacks. Doing your sound check and performance.

The last picture might’ve been your favorite. You were alone on stage, doing an acoustic version of a song you had written for Chase for your first anniversary. Although all of your songs were amazing in his eyes, this one would forever be his favorite. In the picture, you were looking to the side. Not at the camera, but at Chase, giving him a big, loving smile.

You liked the picture and then looked down at the caption.

chase.davenport: my little songbird <3

#agaypanic #chase davenport x reader #chase davenport #lab rats x reader #lab rats

[starlightshadowsworld]

Kunichuuzai where Dazai and Chuuya are both in the Port Mafia and are afraid they're going to mess everything up with Kunikida.

Because they're not good people, most days they don't even feel human.

They see Kunikida with his ideals and his moral code and his dreams, and they're afraid they'll ruin him like they do everything else.

Kunikida thinks their both idiots.

And waves off the off hand comments about how he could do better.

Until he sees just how deeply they are both affected by it.

And the next time they all meet, Kunikida sets down a large folder infront of them both.

Curious, both of them look through it and are shocked to see it's Kunikida's criminal record.

Kunikida himself is sat nearby but giving them space, the picture of relaxed.

"Check the dates."

And they do, all of them are prior to them ever crossing paths.

Now, Dazai and Chuuya both knew Kunikida had issues with authority but seeing the proof and the sheer amount of charges and stuff he's done is something else.

"I know it's not anywhere near the stuff you've both done, but I wanted to show you that I'm not perfect.

I have done things that I did with no remorse, and stuff I deeply regret. As I know you both have, and I won't pry into that. But... "

He falters, before walking over and sitting between them both, taking their hands in his.

"I am not going to wilt by your touch. I am not going to break, I knew what I was getting into by even being on civil terms with you both. Nevermind falling in love, and I will take those consequences should they arise."

Kunikida presses a kiss on Dazai's hand, still held in his. And than presses a kiss on Chuuya's hand, still held in his.

"I trust you. I love you. Both of you, you're both so utterly and completely human. You might not see it, but I do. And I will spend the rest of our time together reminding you of that."

There's a silence before

"... Slug are you crying?!"

"Shut the fuck up shitty mackerel, you're crying too!"

They glare at each other before breaking out into laughter.

A sense of relief in both of them that wasn't their before as they both slump on either side of Kunikida who holds them close.

"Thanks, Kunikida" says Dazai, Chuuya nods "yeah, thanks."

He smiles "good, because your not going to get rid of me that easily."

At that they both grin.

"Only you would print out, organise and colour code your criminal record." Snorts Chuuya.

"Of course, I've got to make sure that i have copies to put on the fridge everytime family show up." Says Kunikida dryly.

"Man I want my criminal record on the fridge now." Sighs Dazai, both his partners snort. "We wouldn't even be able to get through the restraining orders alone." Says Chuuya.

"And if would require you to do paperwork." Says Kunikida, Dazai grimaces, shaking his head at the thought of actually doing work.

"Although, saying that this is all I could get without contacting Katai and having him get some government files." Kunikida says this casually.

Closing his eyes knowing both his partners are looking at him wide eyed.

"What the fuck did you do?!"

"Classified."

#kunichuuzai #kunikida doppo #bsd kunikida #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #Bsd

[devildom-moss]

Yandere Belphie this.. Yandere Levi that.. no. Thats not enough. I need more.

So what about.. yandere!MC with the characters that are supposedly 'yanderes' and them being like, just.. you get it, right???????? /nf

I think this is my first yandere content, so I hope this works for you, anon. I also think you could probably write most of the characters as yanderes, so I just wrote for Levi and Belphie. I went with headcanons (how they would react if they found out MC was a yandere, what they would expect and want from MC, etc.). I'm kind of uncertain about how this came out, so I just hope you like it. There's some NSFW headcanons for both of them (under the nsfw headings)

yandere!MC with yandere!Levi and yandere!Belphie

(Leviathan x gn!MC) (Belphegor x gn!MC)

(18+, dark themes for SFW and NSFW) (NSFW clearly marked)

(NSFW and other tags: yandere and general creepiness, mentions of: kidnapping, poisoning, drugging/love and sex magic, somno, possessiveness, cnc, dubcon, marking, knife play, blood, chastity belt, bondage, voyeurism and recording, physical harm - please let me know if I missed anything)

Leviathan

The more obsessive and possessive yandere!MC is, the more confident Levi will feel. At first, he’d be embarrassed by how much you love him – he might not even believe you. However, once he knows you’re just as into him as he is into you, it lights a fire in him. You need him, and he needs you.

He relishes your obsession, often begging for more. “Hug me tighter, hold me closer, kiss me more, MC.” He’ll demand your attention.

Levi feels so understood. He never imagined his affection would be reciprocated – and he certainly didn’t imagine your love would be as intense as his. He already feels creepy and weird, so if you can show him your creepy side, he feels more attracted to you. He wants you to show him your scariest, weirdest parts. He wants you to be so disturbing that no one else would want you so that he can keep you to himself. It’s only fair since you already have him all to yourself.

Yandere!Levi seems like the type to set up cameras in MC’s room and monitor them whenever he has a spare moment. He would find all your pictures of him and figure out all your dirty little secrets. It would be such a turn on, but he’d try to keep it a secret from you for as long as possible so he could savor it. What if you stopped doing everything you were doing if you knew he knew?

Yandere!MC would probably be pretty bad for Leviathan’s emotional and social development. He loves that you don’t want anyone else to talk to him or look at him, and your desire to keep him locked in his room is too easy to follow. You’re just giving him incentive to stay shut up in his room even more. You’re all he needs, right?

Unfortunately, MC can’t stay in his room with him all the time – even if they want to. It makes him insanely jealous. Levi wants to keep you locked up, too. Why can’t he monopolize you like you monopolize him?

Sometimes Levi has a day of online classes when MC still has to go to school. When he’s especially jealous, he can get a bit . . .dangerous. I wouldn’t put it past him to mildly poison you with a drink, just to force you to stay home. “It’s okay, right? I promise I’d never use something that would severely harm you. Besides, this means I’ll have to dote on you until you feel better. Don’t you want that?” He’d love watching your face twisted in pain as he pets you and lets the poison run its course. You’re enduring all of this just for him.

Levi would love for yandere!MC to kidnap him, even if it isn’t really possible for extended periods of time. Lucifer would find out eventually, but even if you could just keep him locked up for a few days, he’d be happy. Just imagining you focusing all your attention on him and keeping him to yourself makes him giddy.

NSFW

MC would steal Levi’s clothes – especially one’s that he has cosplayed in – and use it for their own perverted needs. At some point, they would get caught on Levi’s camera, touching themselves with his clothes and moaning his name. Levi wouldn’t be able to contain himself. He would touch himself while watching you, savoring every little noise. He’d definitely cut that specific part and save it in a special folder.

He fucks you in his demon form so he can wrap his tail around you. “You’re not going anywhere – not that you’d want to, right?”

Additionally, he uses his tail to get as deep into you as he can. He wants you to feel so full of him, and the fact that you want him inside of you is almost too much to bear. It makes him feel intoxicated.

Yandere!MC could do whatever they wanted and Levi would take it. If you wanted to lock him up in a chastity belt so you were the only one who could make him cum, he’d adore it. If you tied him up or cuffed him, he’d be a giggling, blushing mess. He wants you to use him however that sick, twisted mind of yours wants.

He loses all control when you call him yours.

Levi has a fantasy about you slipping an aphrodisiac into his food and drinks so that he physically can’t resist you. He already wants you all the time, but the idea that you want to force him into it is so hot. He’s secretly a bit disappointed when you offer him food and drinks that aren’t drugged. Maybe he should flip the script and drug you instead? Maybe you’ve secretly been waiting for him to do that?

Belphegor

It wouldn’t take long for Belphie to realize that MC is a yandere. He watches you so often and so intensely. Did you really think he wouldn’t notice you watching him or that he wouldn’t see you scribbling his name and doodling pictures of him in your notebook? Belphie is pleased that his intensity and obsession is reciprocated.

The more time you spend obsessing over Belphie, the happier he is. He wants to be the only one you ever think of, so if you spend every second of class staring at him and fantasizing about him, he’ll be overjoyed. And if you fail your classes because you can’t stop thinking of him, that’s wonderful. He’ll just have to tutor you and spend hours every week helping you study. He loves the idea that you can’t get through school because of him or without him. You need him just as much as he wants you.

Belphie would love it if yandere!MC would curse any witch or demon who calls him cute or touches him. After all, you’re not the only one who wants it so no one else can touch him but you.

He teaches you dream magic so you can invade his dreams like he does yours. He doesn’t want to dream of anyone else, anyway, but he loves that you would take advantage of him while he’s asleep.

Belphie starts to sleep in the attic with the door unlocked more often so it’s easier for you to watch him sleep. If he wakes up and you’ve got him restrained, that’s even better.

Whenever he gets injured, he offers to let you drink his blood. Likewise, whenever you get injured, he asks to drink your blood. That’s totally normal, right? He’s just trying to share.

Speaking of sharing, he will purposefully leave his lip balm in your room in the hope that you will use it just because it’s his. That way, he can steal it back from you and use it after you. You two will just end up stealing lip balm from each other until the tube is used up.

You two can also steal each other’s clothes. If yandere!MC isn’t bold enough to steal Belphie’s clothes from his closet, he’ll start leaving his clothes in their room to make it easier for them.

Belphegor will cook for you and place a few drops of his blood into your food/drinks. He’ll smile wide as he feeds it to you – knowing that you’re consuming part of him. Similarly, he would love for you to do the same thing for him. Please put love potions in his food and drinks – not that he needs a potion to love you. It makes him love you deeper, even after the effects of the potion wear off. Everything you do to try to make him love you more is working.

NSFW

Belphie will carve his name into your skin while fucking you (with his claws or with a knife). Knowing that you’re perfectly happy to be marked by him only makes it more enjoyable. You can carve him too – if you want. He wants to prove that you are his and he is yours.

He “accidentally” falls asleep in your room or in the attic with the door unlocked in the hope that you’ll use his body however you like. He loves the idea that you need him so much that you wouldn’t even wake him up or ask for permission. He’ll definitely repay the favor by sneaking into your room at night and using you.

He adores it when you wake him up with sex. If you’re able to, he wants you to cum inside of him and make him keep your cum in him all day. If you can’t or if you’re just more of a bottom, he’s also happy to cum inside of you and make you carry his cum all day.

Belphie likes to fuck you in his demon form so he can wrap his tail around you. He wants the thorns to get stuck in your skin, and if he gets a bit of your blood on him, that’s okay with you, right?

Small tangent: I think full demon form Belphegor’s dick would also have the occasional thorn on it, too. It would tear the skin slightly to have him pull out of you while he’s hard, and if you let him, he would absolutely destroy you so no one else could ever use you.

Remember that thing I said about the blood in your food and drinks? Yeah, he does that with his cum too. If you want to do that to him too, he’d savor every bite.

A/N: I don't do a lot of yandere stuff, so feedback would be especially nice. I feel like I went a little dark here, and I don't know how I feel about that. Truthfully, but mostly as a joke, I think I'm going to go shower now (this is a normal time for me to shower, I just think it makes for a decent joke about feeling a little dirty after writing nsfw yandere stuff. No judgment if that's your thing, though!)

#anon #ask #requests #leviathan #belphegor #spice tier #gn!mc #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #yandere belphegor #yandere leviathan #yandere!MC #yandere mc

[reasonsmandy]

It's just me, you and the sea.

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Hey there love! I got this idea: The reader is a director, especially music videoclips, she is Billy and Graham's sister (or not, your choice). When she's working, she is very professional, very confident too, but outside of work, she's a little more insecure, shy, and quiet, and Warren just loses his mind for her. He loves to make her nervous, especially because when he tries to flirt with her on sets, she just doesn't play along, you know. BUT, she thinks he's only messing with her. I also got this "vision" in mind of them talking at a party while she writes (because of course she kind of wants to be a movie director one day too). You can use it if you like😊 You can choose how it ends (hopefully a happy ending...? 😂)

✧.* summary — Your work has always been something that made you proud and happy and when you joined to serve the most famous band of the moment it was no different. The difference was the look he made you have over everything in just one rainy afternoon.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 3.3k

✧.* 🥁 — warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I promised I'd come back and here I am, how are you? So, I know you suggested a party but I wanted to change the scene a bit, I hope you like it. Good reading 🫶🏾

The red lights adorned you along with the heat, you would hang the still-soaked revealed images on the strings while you thought about the next projects to come and how you would do them. The bedroom door opens catching your attention, you turn to see the figure of a brunette woman with her own series of images to reveal, you greet her with a smile and she takes a stand by your side.

Despite being an implicit rule in those environments where the art of photography should be admired, and that's what she did by looking at your photos hanging there.

“They are really beautiful.” You can hear the sincerity in her voice and it brings you comfort that pushes away your shyness.

“Thanks…” You release the last clip, and look at all the pictures with pride. “I'm more into filming but…for the first time with photos it wasn't bad, was it?”

“Not bad at all, they are amazing.” She points out. “You said you work with filming?” She asks the question expecting you to craft a conversation with her.

“Yeah, yes I've been working with filming for a while now. I started with some short films but now I'm making video clips. But I want something bigger, maybe to be a movie director someday.” You explain and she looks genuinely interested, you deduce this is a gift from her just from the minutes you spend together.

“Oh that sounds amazing.” She says now putting her pictures next to yours. “My husband is in a band, you know?”

“Really? Is it him in this picture?”

Camila nods, you tap your forehead turning to her.

“I'm sorry for being rude, my name is Y/N and yours?”

“I'm Camila.” She says, opening a majestic smile. “You should stop by the house sometime, I'd love to see your work. I'm sure my husband's band would love to have you record something for them.”

…

Warren was the last to sit down at the table, which automatically made him take everyone's subject in half. He bites the chicken wing while watching each of his friends trying to understand, effortlessly he lets himself be carried away in the observation.

“Cami, you can’t make compromises for us like that.” Billy says through a sigh, leaning his body back against the chair. “And it's even more complicated now that Daisy has to agree to everything before we do anything as a band.”

Camila tries not to show how the comment had upset her.

“Look, I know it can be tricky, but I understand that. Her work is really cool, it suits you. And who better to know that than me?” She jokes, eliciting a genuine smile from Eddie and Karen.

“I think it's worth a try” Karen says.

“It won't hurt anyone if we give it a chance." Eddie shrugs, with a smile. “And I trust your gut.”

“Sorry if I'm too high, but what the fuck are we talking about?” Warren interrupts, capturing everyone's attention.

Camila explains to him how he met you and her idea to make a music video for the band with her ideas and her direction, he instantly gets excited with the thought and volunteers to help Camila with whatever she needed and to help Billy convince Daisy too.

It wasn't difficult to get Jones to agree with the idea, the label also thought it was wonderful and soon the idea of the clip being released along with the tour dates was their great marketing strategy. The chosen song was 'Let Me Down Easy' by everyone's vote and the final touch was to look for you again to adjust the creative ideas and the budget of the project.

You knock three times on the door of Billy and Camila's house and wait for someone to answer you. The things in your bag were hanging while you felt the cool breeze against your body. The door is opened and your gaze lifts to see Rojas' curls and his eyes that smile at you, you straighten your body looking professional waiting for him to say something.

“You must be Y/N” His warm voice says, opening the door for you to enter. “Make yourself at home, if you want a beer or a cigarette we have everything outside.” He approaches you, as if to tell you a secret. “We don't keep any of that around Jules.”

You laugh at how excited he was, following him out of the house where everyone was gathered. Everyone's eyes on you make you a little uncomfortable but the drummer's hand on your shoulder brings you minimal comfort.

“The little star has arrived.” Warren makes sure to announce you, You frown at the nickname but smile small at the same time.

“It's so good to see you.” Camila comes to hug you tight. “Guys, this is Y/N… Y/N, This is Graham, Karen, Daisy, Billy and of course Warren that you met already. I'll let you guys talk about the clip and stay with Jules inside, if you need me just call.”

She approaches Billy and kisses him before walking through the doors of the house.

“So, do you have requirements for this project?” You say opening your notepad, ready to write whatever they were going to suggest.

They look at each other, you can see out of the corner of their eyes that they're waiting for someone to say something.

“Would you rather it be a clip of you performing with a story told through the music?” You drop another question, seeing that no one has said anything.

“Us playing is a pretty cool idea.” Billy seemed inclined to this suggestion but at the same time as his agreement was said Daisy's expression is one of denial.

“You know this is a song full of history, it would be perfect for us to show a story to our audience in it. After all, to see us playing they go to the show. We should do something new.”

“I kinda agree.” Eddie says, leaning his body back. “We can innovate with some storytelling.”

Billy frowned, you could see he didn't like to be crossed.

“Maybe we can mix the two ideas?” Graham suggests, you write it down.

“Don't worry Cariño, you'll get used to it eventually.”

You turn to him smiling a little embarrassed by the nickname, you close your notebook, leaning in to observe the band better.

“Well, I think we could mix the two ideas but... If my opinion as a professional is relevant, Daisy has a point.” You looked more at Warren while he spoke, for some reason he gave you confidence. “Nobody watches a clip with just the band playing, not the whole clip at least, you know?”

“So what do you suggest?” Billy says grumpy.

“I think we can use you as characters, telling the story of the song, so the audience gets to know the band members and focus on the lyrics through that story.”

“You're awesome.” Warren whispers in your ear, you open a small smile.

“You want us to act?” Graham asks.

“If it's not difficult for you, we can leave it enigmatic too. Obviously there will be no lines, what do you think of us doing a script?”

“Mi Alma, Maybe I'm being a little dumb but why script it if we don't have lines?” Warren asks.

“It would be a script for us to align what we are going to do, who will be the role, what story we will tell. This kind of thing.”

“Got It, keep going hermosa.”

“I like you!" Daisy utters, giving you a captivating smile. “I think we can start working on that, everyone agrees?”

Everyone agrees, even Billy, which is surprising.

“I can start working then, amazing, call me in two days.” You pack your things in your bag, looking at them one more time as a second check. “Any other requirements?”

Nobody answers you, so you take your work there for granted. Getting up to leave.

“Wait, I'll walk you to the door.” Warren is quick to follow you.

Upon entering the house again, her body warms up more because it is abandoned by the breeze outside, Camila, who was in the living room playing with Julia, is quick to get up with the toddler in her arms to say goodbye.

“How was it? Everything worked out?” She asks, Julia playing with her hair.

“Yeah, I'm full of ideas.” You answer excitedly, unconsciously sticking your purse to your body.

“She is a genius, Cami.” Warren says.

“You haven’t even seen my ideas yet.” You laugh, watching him with a smirk on your face.

“Tell me then.” You are taken aback by his answer, you didn't expect his interest to be so lasting. “I really want to know.”

You don't know how to respond, you look at Camila as a question, a request for help perhaps. She opens a smirk, you regret your choice instantly.

“There's a quiet beach nearby, I think you might like it.” Camila suggests, you arch your eyebrows. The corner of your eye going to Warren. “Maybe Warren is free to…”

“I am, I'm totally free.” He responds so fast that you can't help but laugh a little. “Are you up for it, tesoro?”

Camila nods, as if asking you to trust her.

“Okay, take me there.”

…

Warren's van stops a little away from the sand, on a cloudy day you knew the beach would be empty or at least with few people. You open the passenger seat window on the way in, aiming to feel the breeze on your face as a way to let go of the anxiety of the moment. Warren drove there, watching your movements in detail, just amazed by you.

The engine cuts off and then he turns to you, waiting for what you were going to do next. You after a while turn from the window to observe the curly haired man.

“So, tell me more about yourself, nena.” He says, you lean closer to him but not too much.

“Well, it's been a while since I moved here.I'm passionate about filming and directing, I've been producing my own thing but.” You give up talking, ashamed, few were the people who saw that potential in you.

“Really?” His eyes sparkle with excitement, you feel your heart race. “Damn it mami, is there anything you don’t do?”

“Lots of things actually Rojas, what's up with the nicknames, uh?” Your body leaning back against the bench was what he admired.

“They suit you.” He shrugs, adjusting his curls. “Now come on, let's go for a swim.”

He expected you to deny the suggestion, but you just open the van door and run across the sand. He flashes a gigantic smile and is quick to chase after you.

The closer you got to the sand, the more adrenaline was the essential boost to give you the courage to enter the icy waters. But that didn't seem to bother you at the time, you take your shirt off and leave it on the nearest rock before letting the water wet your skin.

“Come on, did you give up?” You yell at him, and he hurries to meet you there.

“Never, princesa.”

After a while in the water, you return to the sand, walking together to the most comfortable rocks to sit together. He helps you up, and you sit watching the clouds darken as the wind picks up, you hug your body trying to avoid the cold but the idea is without purpose and conclusion.

“That was so fun.” He says a little breathless.

“Yeah it was.” You agree, smiling at him. “But it's getting so cold…” Her voice came out shaky from the weather.

“Let's go to the van.” He helps you get up and guides you to the vehicle, and as the weather is waiting for you to leave, the rain starts to fall.

When you get into the van the adrenaline is still in you, Warren closes the windows so he can make the environment warmer for you, while the silence was comfort for both of you. He turns to you.

“I can drop you home now if you want.” he says, wishing your response was the opposite.

“I actually don't.” You say, taking your notebook off your bag. “I had so many ideas for your clip.”

“Meaning?” He asks, feeling happy to witness your explosion of creativity.

“Meaning I'll stay in your car until I finish my script.” You say poking the tip of his nose with the pencil. “I'm sorry… I don't want to take up your whole night.”

“Are you kidding me?” He speaks excitedly, turning completely towards you to see you better. “I'm so ready for this!”

“You want to participate?” Surprised, you question, unable to contain your smile.

“Of course I want, tell me, what do you need?” He says, ready to start the van engine.

“I mean, I could eat” You shrug, very happy to have more time with him.

“So that's it cariño, We're getting food and then spending the rest of the necessary time in this van working together!”

He drives for as long as he can on the road near the waterfront, a request from you, that you keep your creativity. The rain was still falling, making a steady pattern against the window, which strangely helped you to concentrate which he quickly notes, finding it adorable. After getting your food he brings you back to the same beach, you can't stop thinking about how much gas he was wasting, which made you laugh.

“You know, now I can say with absolute certainty that you are amazing.” Warren says after a long silence, the water droplets are now falling unevenly. You turn to him, closing the notebook.

“Again Rojas, you haven't seen anything yet.” You sigh, laying your head on his shoulder. “I don't know if I'm doing a good job anyway.”

“Can I see what you have ready?” He asks gently, reaching out to take his notebook.

Every second he read it was more torturous for you, so you focus on the water for a bit hoping his calmness will help your heart to do the same.

“This is amazing, really, you are a volcano of creativity.”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “No need to exaggerate, but that was the funniest compliment I've ever received.”

“I'm not exaggerating, I'm great with it. They will love it, trust me.” He strokes her hair, kissing the top of her head. “I've known them forever, and I know this is going to turn out spectacular.

“I don't know why I'm being insecure about this job…” You whisper, still lying on his shoulder.

“I don't want to screw this up or let Cami down

...”

You don't finish the sentence, you leave what you were thinking in the air

“Look mi cielo, the sun is rising... How about we walk along the shore together? While we think about the end of this script?”

You break into a huge smile “Did you by any chance come out of a romantic comedy?”

“That's where you go wrong, I'm a mix of all kinds of movies.” He takes turns when he notices that the rain was now just more water in the distant sea. He opens the door going to the beach again, you notice that this time he leaves his shoes in the van, his vest still wet was there too.

You shake your head at the person he is, how he made everything seem simple and light, you see him waiting for you on the sand and open the door without hesitation. Going towards him little by little, for Rojas it was like watching a work in motion, beauty and calm was what you meant to him every minute more together with you.

He brings his hands to your waist, and you automatically tuck yours around his neck, closely watching his every expression.He smiles, pulling you close in a hug, you feel welcomed like you haven't felt in a long time, he pulls away to guide you along the shore as promised.

“Hermosa…” He calls you, and you notice only now that you got so used to all the nicknames he gave you. “I would like to know more about that project of yours that you mentioned earlier.”

Your body freezes, you turn to him looking for any hint of irony or joke, there is none. He just smiled, happy and curious about everything that his person was involved in.

“I don't have a lot ready, but I wanted something more thought out before starting any recordings.” You talk by walking with your feet dragging instead of lifting them when you step. “But basically it's the story of an incomplete romance, which never worked out in the past, but due to a certain event they meet again.But there's a reason why this romance didn't work out, and I want to show that as my story goes on, making my audience figure it out at the climax and ultimately resolve the conflict. Of course it's not just about the romance, there are supporting characters and other characters I want to elaborate on, but this is what I have ready.”

“I would watch this for sure.” You knew that Golden retriever impersonation wasn't lying to you. “I would love to see everything you're doing, like, see the things you have ready and maybe inspire you to put a beautiful drummer character in it.”

“Do you want to be my muse Rojas?” You speak with a smirk on your face, he licks his lips and then smiles at you, the tension between you two growing.

“Maybe I want to cariño.” He whisper, getting closer to you, the light was still weak because the sun was rising slowly, your clothes were still relatively cold due to the adventure they had in diving the waters earlier, when his hands slowly go to your waist over the shorts you were wearing, your body shivers visibly.

Warren notices, and pulls away a little afraid he's crossed a line with you. You take his hands as he pulls away, placing them back on your waist. Slowly you lift your hands from his neck to the nape of his neck, stroking the wet curls tenderly.

“I want you to be, but not only that…” You say shyly, your gaze momentarily going to waves. “Whatever this is here, this connection, I want us to continue. Like, seeing each other even after the clip is done.”

“You can be sure this will happen.” He reassures you, kissing your forehead.

You pull back after the cuddle to look him in the eyes, and stare at the drummer's lips. You take a deep breath and pull him close to you, kissing his lips gently and slowly. Feeling the fireworks in his stomach explode with each touch, he pulls you closer to feel his body more, caressing your waist as he feels your fingers play with his locks. You've never had such an incredible work experience.

He wraps his arms around your waist tighter and lifts you up, you start laughing as you ask him over and over again what he was doing, he guides you once again to the waters where you watch together as the sun takes over the sun and gradually warms your skin, you play and have fun for a time that you don't see go by and you didn't want to.

“Won’t the others be worried about your disappearance?” You ask, hugging him like the waters hugged you. The crystal clear water showed you how beautiful your bodies were together.

“I don't care, I want to stay with you a little longer." He confesses, making you roll your eyes with a smile. He kisses you one more time, not caring about anything around her. “Don't worry about anything else, it's just me, you and the sea.”

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[chiskz]

[ ▶️ ] Stray Kids [INTRO "樂-STAR"]

↬ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

Chichi is wearing a very loose pale pink sweater, Timberland boots of the same color and wide denim pants. Her hair is tied in a very small ponytail. She is sitting on a high stool set up in a training room, which is semi-dark.

❝ We are back with a new album and new energy. I think both we and STAY have been waiting for something like this.❞

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❝ As you can see, I am in our training room, the place where it is easiest to find me at any time of the day as well as night.❞

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❝ This year has really brought us a lot of good things, mainly a lot of new opportunities to grow and show again that we have our own style. I feel that we are maturing as artists, more and more with each new song. It's a great feeling to be able to blossom at any time of the year. ❞

↬ 𝐋𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐋𝐀

❝ Ah, choreography? ❞

Chichi laughs briefly, sitting down a little more comfortably.

❝ This song was supposed to be as a b-side for 5-STAR album, so I had heard it much earlier. So I had a good part of the choreography laid already in my head, so putting it together into a coherent whole went quite smoothly, so we had a lot of time to learn and practice it. I'm proud of it. ❞

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❝ Referring to rock-star, I also included the headbanging associated with that concept, but in our style, somewhat reminiscent of the head movement from God's Menu. ❞

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Lee Know: ❝ The moves are really big too. [...] "They're giving it their all", that's how the final chorus feels like. Everytime I listen to a song I can picture the choreography in my head and how I want to feel. When I listened to this song and then Chichi showed us the choreography I was like... Wow. She really did bring out the song's full potential. ❞

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❝ This time there were many dancers with us. I wondered how I would lead them, but both they and my Kids and JYP ent. put all their trust in me. I couldn't let them down. In college, large groups of dancers were my specialty, but to be honest, I was still scared. It was really a big responsibility. Fortunately, we understood each other very well and the cooperation went smoothly. ❞

↬ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐗

❝ "Embracing all my scars and imperfections, turn the tide. All my cons are my pros now." I love this song. I think that even at this stage of life, where I'm already an adult, I can say that I still struggle with complexes. This song is a good way to deal with them, it's about turning something we think is our weakness into a strength, because we are really the only ones who can give it to ourselves. We are our ally, the only one we are sure will stay with us forever. That is why it is so important to build a healthy relationship with yourself.❞

↬ 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄

❝ Ah, Cover Me! ❞

Chichi laughs and wraps her arms around herself.

❝ At the very sound of the title I got shivers... A wonderful song. It has a huge, huge value for me. It is quite a milestone for me as a vocalist, because Hyunjin proposed me as the voice for the second high note, next to Seungmin. It was a great honor for me, and it filled my heart with pride that I was really developing, that someone else saw it too. That I didn't make this up... I was really moved. ❞

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Chichi sits on the couch with a piece of paper while Seungmin leaves the booth after recording his part. She stands up nervously and looks at Chan, then laughs nervously.

"It's me now!"

She goes inside, puts on her headphones and puts down the piece of paper. Chan gives her final instructions, after which Chi proceeds to sing her high note.

Chan stops the recording and corrects her cap.

"And I think we're good here too."

Chichi pulls off her headphones and blinks several times.

"Really?"

"It was great."

Confirmed Seungmin standing behind Chan sitting in the chair. The leader turned on the already joined lines of Seungmin and Chichi to show them how it went.

"I really got shivers..."

↬ 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

❝ With each new album, each new song or choreography, we try to raise the bar even higher. Some will say that we are greedy... Maybe this is indeed the case, but I have the impression that we have always wanted more, because we know that we are capable of more. We just need to create the right conditions for ourselves, create more space to completely spread our wings, which are constantly growing and need more and more of it. I think this is good, because we are always grateful for everything, we want to achieve more, but in return we try to give twice as much. Some people call it the journey to the top, but I think there is no top, because you never reach your full potential. It's the journey that is most valuable in all of this. ❞

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

A Gentleman Boyfriend

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

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Mai: "Huh?"

(No way. Why?)

(Why is my sketchbook in here!?)

I couldn't help but break into a cold sweat as I noticed my sketchbook, full of compliments about Kicho, had somehow found its way into the bag.

If someone saw me bringing it to our client's mansion, this would turn into a big problem.

(How did this happen?)

I frantically retraced my memories.

(I remember taking it out the night before yesterday.)

------------Flashback-----------

(I have to write this down before I forget!)

I took the sketchbook off the shelf and started writing.

Mai: "Let's see..."

I relied on my memory, but after spending the entire morning together, there were some details I couldn't recall.

(What a bummer. I wanted to record everything about him in detail.)

(Oh, I know! I just need to carry it with me and find opportunities to take notes.)

Without giving it much thought, I put the notebook into the bag I usually use.

---------Flashback Ends---------

(Stupid Mai! It's me! I'm the culprit!)

Kicho: "What's wrong, Mai?"

He saw me standing there, frozen, and peered into the bag.

Mai: "Actually..."

Kicho: "Don't tell me you forgot your designs."

Mai: "Of course not. Look, they're right here!"

I pulled out my designs and quickly organized my bag.

He then took the designs from my hand and examined them.

Kicho: "You're right, everything is here."

Mai: "Yup, everything is all set."

Kicho: "Then why are you panicking?"

Mai: "It's not that I'm panicking. I'm just a little nervous."

At that moment, I sensed someone approaching from behind the sliding door.

Darren: "Kicho, Miss Mai, I apologize for keeping you waiting."

Kicho: "No worries, we've just arrived as well."

With the arrival of our business client, the conversation shifted, making me sigh in relief.

(Phew. It looks like he won't ask me about the sketchbook now.)

Kicho: "We'd like to discuss the designs Mai brought with her."

Darren: "Oh, I'm looking forward to it! Let's take a look right away."

I gathered my designs, and the negotiation began.

Darren: "All of these ideas are fantastic! I can picture my wife wearing some of them."

Kicho: "What about this one? Considering your original requirements, this one might be closer to it."

Darren: "You're right. Both are wonderful!"

(Great, it looks like the negotiations will go smoothly.)

I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw Darren's happy expression.

Kicho: "What do you think, Mai?"

Mai: "Me? I really like this dress in particular."

Darren: "I see. It's elegant, but if I were to suggest something, it could use a bit more flair."

Darren: "Is there something with a similar design but larger patterns?"

Mai: "Ah, in that case..."

(I think there's another dress with an elaborate design.)

I was about to respond when I suddenly realized that the only other design I had with larger patterns was in the sketchbook.

(What should I do? That page is full of notes about Kicho!)

I reached for my sketchbook but hesitated to show it to them.

Darren: "Is something wrong? If it's in there, please show it to us."

(As embarrassing as it is, I have no choice but to show it!)

Just as I was about to open the sketchbook, a piece of blank paper was smoothly handed to me from my side.

Kicho: "Use this."

(Eh? Kicho?)

He turned to Darren and spoke in a composed tone.

Kicho: "As an artist, she's hesitant to show an unfinished design publicly."

Kicho: "Let's have her redraw the design on this paper."

(I see. He's helping me out.)

Seeing Kicho's dignified side, I managed to regain my composure.

Darren: "I apologize for not noticing."

Mai: "No, I'm the one who should apologize."

Kicho: "Mai, can you draw it?"

Mai: "Yes, of course. I'll redraw it right away."

Darren: "I look forward to it!"

Darren's eyes were gleaming as I looked down at my hand holding the brush.

Thanks to Kicho's help, I was able to get through the situation and successfully conclude the business negotiations.

That night, I visited Kicho's room to express my gratitude.

Mai: "Kicho, do you have a moment?"

Kicho: "What's the matter? You don't need to be so formal."

Mai: "I came to thank you."

Mai: "I really appreciate what you did today. The business meeting went well, thanks to you."

Kicho: "I was just there as an interpreter. I didn't do anything special."

Kicho: "Your success was because of your skills."

After saying that, a feeling of pride swelled in my chest as the person I loved recognized me.

(But it's not just that. I couldn't have handled those negotiations on my own.)

Mai: "You helped me when I hesitated to show the sketchbook."

Kicho: "You mean by giving you the paper?"

Mai: "Yes, I was saved by that. So, it's thanks to you."

Kicho: "It's only natural to help when someone you love is in trouble. I've said that before, haven't I?"

(He really is a gentleman.)

My heart started beating faster as I felt the gentle love in his eyes.

Kicho: "I'm just happy I could be of any help to you, even if only a little."

Kicho: "But there's one thing I'd like to ask."

Mai: "There's something you want to ask?"

Kicho: "Yeah, I remember the other day you hid that sketchbook from me when I came into your room."

Mai: "You noticed?"

Kicho: "Normally, you leave your sketches out in the open, but at that time, you deliberately covered them on your desk."

(So he knew I didn't want anyone to see that sketchbook, and that's why he helped me.)

Kicho: "You were trying to hide it, so there must be something important written in there."

Mai: "That's..."

Kicho: "Don't worry. I won't pry into your secrets."

Kicho: "I was just a little curious."

With that, Kicho turned his gaze away.

The moment I saw his lonely expression一

Mai: "That's not it!"

I hastily tried to explain.

Mai: "I don't have any secrets that I want to keep from you."

Kicho: "But that was..."

I saw a hint of confusion in his eyes.

(I don't want to see him with that expression again!)

With these feelings in my heart, I grabbed the sleeves of his clothes.

Kicho: "Mai?"

Mai: "It's not like that at all!"

Mai: "Come with me."

I guided him and led him to my room.

Mai: "Please have a look. I don't intend to hide it anymore."

I took out the sketchbook and boldly handed it to Kicho.

Kicho: "That sketchbook…"

He nodded as if he understood.

Mai: "I use it as a sketchbook, but I also write down my feelings on it."

Kicho: "So you mean it's also a diary?"

Kicho: "But are you sure I can take a look?"

Mai: "Yes. Go ahead and take a look."

Kicho: "----?"

He tilted his head curiously but then decided to open it.

Kicho: ".........."

Mai: ".........."

(This is so awkward!)

Enduring the embarrassment, I watched as Kicho read through the pages.

Eventually, he closed it and placed it on the desk.

Kicho: "Mai."

Mai: "Y-Yeah--"

Before I could finish my sentence, he wrapped his arms around my back.

Kicho: "I understand the feelings you have for me."

Kicho: "And this is my answer to you."

Mai: "Huh? Mmm--"

His lips pressed against mine, and I quickly realized what was happening.

His deep and tender kiss conveyed feelings of love, leaving me breathless.

Mai: "Haaa..."

Our lips parted, and he gazed at me, smiling gently.

Kicho: "You not only see me clearly but also appreciate every little thing I do."

Kicho: "Thank you. I love you just as much."

Mai: "Mmm..."

Lost in his blushing smile, he planted another kiss on my lips.

I responded to his kisses and felt my body floating momentarily, realizing he'd placed me on the bed.

Kicho: "Mai."

Kicho: "I want to touch you more."

(I want to touch him more, too.)

While receiving his sweet kisses, I anticipated a blissful night and closed my eyes in a daze.

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen kicho #kicho #ikesen #ikesen jp #ikesen kichou #cybird #ikesen translations

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flowersㅤ#⃞͏✿ㅤᕱ⑅ᕱ 2024 DREAM WEEK ‘OUR HOUSE’

✩°｡⋆⸜synopsis✩°｡⋆⸜ it’s the 5th anniversary of tomorrow x together and it’s time to reminisce on past memories with the group. 

outfit | hair | makeup | nails

୭ৎ “they brought so much snacks, I love it.” The set was a cozy one with lots of snacks for the members to enjoy while recalling memories of each other throughout the five years they became a team. “Before we party should our co leader do a congratulatory speech?” Kai wanted to tease Joohyung. “Shouldn’t it be our leader Huening?” Joohyung gave him a playful side eye.

୭ৎ before they fully start the door bell rang meaning they received a package, and it was a black board with the purpose of creating new rules for 2024. “Jooie wrote a good one!” Yeonjun looked at the staff with big eyes. “Ok, I wrote rule #4 paid vacations.” The whole group cheered making the their staff laugh. “We all work hard even our staff so why not. We all deserve it.”

୭ৎ “do guys remember our first win on the music show?” Kai asked. Everyone immediately recall that important moment. “I got really emotional backstage after we won because at that time I had lots of doubts, not for the group but for myself.” Joohyung remembered those feelings clear as day. She felt like she didn’t fit in with the group’s imagine and even wanted to pull out, but after the members helping her overcome that obstacle those doubts washed away.

୭ৎ Joohyung gasped at the pre debut photos taken in 2018, “we were such babies back then.” Joohyung looked at how skinny they were with baby fat on their cheeks and no muscle.

୭ৎ seeing their media showcase photos and all of them doing the crown pose made Joohyung ‘awe’. “We were so nervous. I even remember noona hiding her hands because they were shaking.” Kai chuckled at the memory. “It was the first time so many eyes were on us. I couldn’t help it.”

୭ৎ next were the M countdown debut stage and it’s where Yeonjun and Soobin were crying after the group was done recording. “Look you can see me clenching my fist cause I didn’t want to start crying too.” Joohyung laugh at her younger self. 

୭ৎ “wango tango was the worse for me because I kept on overthinking everything and I was scared that no one was going to cheer for us because we were so new to everything.” Joohyung sighed. “We basically had to force feed noona because she was so nervous she couldn’t eat.” Taehyun added.

୭ৎ “the floor move for ‘can’t you see me’ hurted my head because when I slide up I would basically yank my head back since I was laying in my hair.” The hair stylist at the time didn’t want to put Joohyung’s hair up because it “didn’t fit the concept” that day.

୭ৎ next was ‘0x1 love song’ era which was definitely Joohyung’s favorite era still. “I remembered I was so happy that day.” Beomgyu shared. “Why?” Yeonjun turned to look at him. “Because I-oh can I say this?” Beomgyu was having second thoughts. “Tell me first.” Joohyung cupped her ear. “It’s when I asked you to be mine girlfriend.” Beomgyu whispered into Joohyung’s ear. He pulled away blushing and have his :> smile. Joohyung tried not to blushed and proceeded to nod, “you can say it.” Beomgyu turned to the camera, “I asked Joohyung-ah to be mine girlfriend.” All the members gasped. “Woah, romance.” Yeonjun shook his head and clapped happily for the couple.

୭ৎ after looking through group photos of their time together, they decided to reveal unseen photos in their gallery. “I personally don’t have any funny ones because my members are the ones to take them. Like this one-“ Joohyung shows a picture Yeonjun took while she was sleeping. “And this one is from Taehyun-ie.” it’s another sleeping photo. “I was really stressed this day.” Joohyung chuckled, as she showed the group who bursted out laughing. “Ya, were you yelling?” Yeonjun tried catching his breath. “I honestly don’t remembered.” Joohyung laughed. “Noona you always look so cute when you’re sleeping.” Kai complimented. “She always curls up in a ball.” Soobin tried to show the cameras how Joohyung sleeps.

୭ৎ the staff collects all the letters moas wrote for txt, so they could read all their encouraging words and how with txt music and their love for moas they feel less stress and burden on them. “Noona’s turn~” Beomgyu finished his letter. Joohyung hated being emotional and with these letters it wasn’t helping her case. “Wow! It’s already been 5 years with tubatu~ I have been supporting you guys since the beginning. I have seen all of you grow and become such talented artists that moas are proud of. You really bring joy into my life and without you my life would have been so dull, so I’m so grateful that we cross paths. Us moas will always stay by your side and continue with flowery path. Fighting~” Joohyung made sure to read in a stable voice, as her emotions were getting the best of.

୭ৎ the best surprise did it for Joohyung because it was letters from their parents. Speaking of parents it’s a very touchy subject to Joohyung because she was basically disowned from her parents when she decided to travel to Seoul and start her path to becoming an idol. Her grandma was her mom, but with her passing back in 2020 she had no one expect for her members. But during their last tour Joohyung’s aunt from her mother’s side surprised her by attending the LA concert. Ever since then they have kept in close touch.

୭ৎ after listening to Soobin and Beomgyu’s letter it was her turn to read. “Um, can we leave me for last?” Joohyung wasn’t really ready to open her letter yet. All the members agreed and Yeonjun rubbed her back for support. Yeonjun got a bit teary eyed reading his causing Joohyung to start wiping her eyes, but what she done it was seeing her baby Kai cry reading his mother’s letter. Joohyung crawled behind him and gave him a back hug. Kai cling on to Joohyung’s hand, as he kept on reading shaking with heavy emotions.

୭ৎ “do you want me to read it?” Yeonjun offered to Joohyung. He saw how nervous she was getting looking at the envelope. “It’s ok. I can do it, but hold my hand.” She giggled nervously. Beomgyu also laid his head on her shoulder trying to comfort her. Joohyung opened the envelope to find a cute decorated letter with cute stickers. “Who is it from?” Soobin asked, leaning over to see. “It’s my aunt.” Joohyung immediately took notice the hand writing. “To my beautiful talented niece, I wish was there to see you from the beginning. I could’ve been there during your hardest times and make sure to tell you not to worry and that everything was going to work out. I wish I was there to give you strength when not a lot of people gave it to you. In a way I was always on the side lines supporting you with hearing all the great stories from grandma.” Joohyung voice cracked. “She so proud of you Jooie-ah~ I’m so glad she rised someone so perfect like you.” Joohyung started quietly crying and hiding her face with the paper. “Aw, Jooie.” Beomgyu slowly pushed Joohyung towards him, hugging her. “Can you finish it?” She mumbled and held the letter towards Yeonjun. “Of course.” He patted her head and continued. “I’m also grateful that you have the members you do. They take such good care of you and treat you with so much care. It warms my heart knowing that you are being taken care of. With much love, auntie.” Yeonjun finished while wiping his eyes again.

୭ৎ “why does she always make me cry.” Joohyung mumbled with a pout on his lips, still hiding in Beomgyu’s arms laying on him. The members laugh at Joohyung’s cute whines. “Even though noona always says we’re her babies, I think noona is honestly our baby.” Taehyun laughed.

୭ৎ “I truly hope tomorrow x together stay together forever.” Joohyung finally sat back up. “And I hope moas will always side by our sides through everything. Thank you to my aunt for supporting me along with my members who I love dearly, and yeah.” Joohyung finished her mini speech. “I think it’s time to wrap up.” Beomgyu smiled. “Yes it is, thank you again for the gifts and this have been tomorrow x together bye~”

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member #kpop additional member #kpop female addition #txt female member #txt female addition #kpop female oc

[blues824]

Hi!! I don't know if you write about country!reader, it's like hetalia (I don't know if you watch anime) can I request about twisted wonderland with vietnam!reader?

Since you didn’t specify who, I thought I would pick out the characters I think go best with this! Going off the Wiki, btw!

Targeted towards a female reader, but no gender-specific pronouns are used.

Cater Diamond

Honestly, he appreciated your strength and resilience… especially against Ace since that little stinker tends to get into a lot of trouble. You both often clashed heads, and Cater has been there to record and post it on his Magicam.

Speaking of, this is after you get over your camera shyness. You told him that you didn’t think you were very photogenic, and he just told you that you needed to learn how to get in touch with your good side. So, he takes this opportunity to help lead you and get closer to you.

What he wasn’t expecting was you not knowing how to smile. Everyone knew how to smile! Well, everyone except you, apparently. So he went online and searched up ways to make people smile. One thing came up, and he was excited to try it.

The next morning, you woke up to your doorbell ringing. You opened it to see Cater standing there with a bouquet of flowers that he picked up at Sam’s shop, and the kind gesture made you smile. He let out a cheer as he squealed about how he finally got the smile out of you, and you laughed at his antics.

Ruggie Bucchi

You reminded him a lot of the women of his homeland: fierce people who were usually warriors and soldiers. In addition to this, he was a total simp for you and you didn’t even know it yet. When he saw how resourceful you were, it was over for him. He was down on his knee and holding a ring in his hand.

When he visits home, it upsets him when he writes so many letters to his parents about you but he has no pictures of you to show them how beautiful you were. So, he asked if he could take a picture of you, but you said no since you didn’t know how to smile.

Now, he has put many smiles on people’s faces within his life thus far, so he was confident in his abilities to bring one to yours. Ruggie decided that there was no gift like freshly prepared and well-made food to make you smile, so he set to work.

The hyena decided to surprise you on the way to lunch, since you both liked walking together to the cafeteria on days where Leona went to classes in-person. He handed you a container filled with a nice, warm meal, and you smiled at the kind gesture. He quickly snapped a picture, putting it as his lock-screen and homescreen, just so he can always be reminded of you.

Floyd Leech

Yeah, he fell in love with you when you attacked him with the boat paddle you always carried the first time he tried to give you a big squeeze. No one had ever fought back as bravely as you did, so he fell and he fell hard. 

There was one time where he asked why you never smiled, and he was shocked to learn that you simply didn’t know how. So now he was an eel on a mission: Operation Make Y/N Smile or Die Trying. He did thorough research, too.

He first tried to tell jokes, but a lot of them were really cheesy and dumb. Not really smile material, rather getting a huff out of your nose at the most. He was getting frustrated, and that got him in a bad mood for the entirety of the day. Not even you could cheer him up.

Eventually, you were fed up with his attitude and confronted him about it. He explained why he was upset, and that was enough to get you to laugh. This brightened his mood significantly as he exclaimed loudly about finally being able to see your smile.

Kalim Al-Asim

Mans tries to be friends with everyone, so it was no surprise that he tried to be friends with you. He thought you were interesting, since you were the only student without magic in a school full of students that have a natural affinity towards magic. He applauded your determination and diligence within your academics, and looked up to you because of it.

However, he noticed that he had never seen you smile, and it was very disheartening. So, he decided to try and make you laugh. He noticed that him spoiling you didn’t really make you smile, but you were still grateful for it all.

He tried jokes, wearing a really weird outfit, smiling at you whenever you both saw each other, but nothing was working. Kalim wasn’t discouraged, though. He became even more determined whenever his attempts failed.

Now, he was down to his last idea. He took you on a magic carpet ride. And lo and behold, there was a smile on your face as you both flew through the sky. You felt as though if you reached above you, you could touch the moon, and the breeze that ran across your skin was just heavenly. Kalim was glad to know that this made you smile, since he would love to do it more often.

Vil Schoenheit

You had a resilience that he admired. You weren’t a pushover, and you didn’t let anyone walk all over you. Vil has seen you beat both Ace and Epel since they decided to underestimate you very often.

When you both got into a relationship, he wanted to take at least one picture of you so he can be reminded of you during a stressful day at work. That is when you admitted to him that you didn’t know how to smile.

Vil had a bit of an idea of what he could do. You watched as he went through his entire vanity looking for the softest but functional brushes that he owned, along with his best skincare products. You see, his goal was to tickle you while getting you ready for the photo.

He was glad to see that it worked, and he quickly got a few photos of you, which he later saved into a private folder that was locked to everyone else. After all, he wanted to protect your privacy since you were already stepping out of your comfort zone by letting him keep these pictures.

Malleus Draconia

You reminded him of the stories he heard about his grandmother when she was younger. She used to be hard-headed, resilient, independent; all a good sign of being a crowned heir of the throne. You acted just like her.

However, you never smiled. Did you not like him? Would you rather him stay away and go back to going on nightly walks by himself? After voicing his concerns, you resolved the misunderstanding and explained that you simply didn’t know how to smile.

Malleus went to his retainers to ask for methods that might get a grin to grace your face, and Lilia had a very special idea that the prince was hesitant on, but eventually agreed to try. It had to do with the heart of his dragon hoard.

During your nightly walk that night, the dragon fae explained the courting process of his species of fae, and told you that the heart of his hoard was an emerald. He held it out, and told you that he wanted you to have it. Since you knew the symbolism behind it, you smiled at how much trust he was placing into your hands. You gently put the necklace around your neck and hugged the tall prince, and he returned it just as happy.

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Anonymous

Noah Sebastian x OFC

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This story is flying out of me folks. Hope the few readers I have so far are enjoying! Again, if you want to be tagged, lemme know.

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

+It goes without saying, this is a work of fiction. All of my words are my own. Plagiarism is a crime.

Part 4 - Never Know

The ride back to Calabasas was surprisingly more comfortable than I expected. Once it was just the two of us, Noah had become rather chatty, going on about the show, the crowd, the lighting that kept pissing him off, the meet and greet.

“It always amazes me how many people walk around with my face on their shirts.” He laughed to himself.

“Yeah, I’ve always found that kind of strange, wearing another human on your body.”

I felt his eyes burning a hole into the side of my head.

“That sounded very serial killer-ish?” His tone was apprehensive and playful.

“Who says that’s not what I meant?” I managed to hold my composure for about 30 seconds before bursting into a fit of laughter, him following right behind.

“Yeah, sure pipsqueak.”

My jaw dropped. “Excuse me! Not all of us are walking Elm trees, okay?!”

“Yeah, and not all of us are shorter than 5 feet!”

My hand batted over at him, his arms flailing in defense while he laughed at me.

“I am five-foot-one, mister!”

He held his stomach, his laughter roaring.

I set my head back on the headrest, my wheels inching forward at a snail’s pace. Normally, a drive to Calabasas from Hollywood would only take about 45 minutes, but a wreck on the 101 Freeway had us in gridlock. We had already been sitting, barely moving for about thirty minutes.

Normally, I wouldn’t mind. We had good music on the radio, it was a cool, crisp evening, and Noah was plenty good company. However, my bladder was going to betray me soon, and I could feel it.

I squirmed in my seat for a moment, trying to arrange my jeans to take some pressure off my bladder. I must have been obvious, because Noah spoke up.

“You okay?”

I stopped wiggling immediately. “Hm?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Oh, yeah. Just getting restless.”

“You sure?”

I smiled earnestly. “Yeah.”

“Well I don’t know about you but I’ve got to pee like a motherfucker.”

I sighed loudly. “Oh my GOD me too!”

He laughed and turned the heat up in the car. I looked over at him inquisitively’

He put his hands up. “It helps. I don’t know why, but it helps.”

-

Thirty more minutes of traffic and we were finally driving winding roads through neighborhoods I had only dreamed of. I helped sell houses, but not houses like this. He finally directed me to a gated driveway, where he got out and held his wallet up to a small terminal. Slowly the gate creaked open, and he jumped back in the car.

“You want to come in and use the restroom?”

I bit my lip, staring up at the huge house before me. It was intimidating just to look at, let alone imagine myself inside of.

“Erm…” I nervously picked at my fingernail. “That’s okay, I can wait.”

He gave me a look that told me he wasn’t accepting that. “No you can’t, c’mon. No one will be home for a while.”

He hopped out before I could protest further. The call of nature was stronger than my will to fight, so I followed, hastily grabbing my purse and hitting the door locks.

I followed him up a pathway through a large grassy yard, through a door that I couldn’t even guess how tall it was.

When we walked in, I was surprised. It wasn’t how I pictured a rock band to live. He had mentioned him and the entire band lived there. I’m not entirely sure what I expected, piles of beer cans? Guitars everywhere? Random studio equipment? It felt silly now, thinking it back over.

It was normal. Sure, there were guitars hung over the mantle neatly, obviously not played much, with framed records hung between. But the couch looked so comfortable, a throw blanket draped over the back. The staircase wound through the living room, and beyond I imagined the kitchen was somewhere deeper into the home.

“Bathroom’s right there.” Noah pointed to a door just off the staircase. “I’m going to use the one in my room. I’m going to change real quick too. I’ll only be a sec.”

And with that, he was bounding up the staircase, two steps at a time. He really did have to pee.

I cautiously made my way over to the door he pointed out. Inside I found a half bathroom, only a toilet and sink. Black rugs lined the floor and bright red towels hung from the holders. I locked the door and quickly made my way to the toilet.

Washing my hands, I happened to glance at myself in the mirror. Holy fuck, I was a mess.

My eyeliner and mascara were smeared under my eyes, my jet black hair was frizzed, and I had something on my sweater. What the hell did I manage to spill on myself?! Nachos. The god damn nachos.

I quickly took my sweater off, exposing my plain black tank top underneath, tying it around my waist. I pulled my contact case from my purse and easily removed my lenses, before splashing water on my cheeks and rubbing dampened toilet paper under my eyes to rid the excess smudgy liner.

I slipped my glasses on quickly, cursing the metal frames for aging me at least ten years, and threw my hair up in a ponytail, smoothing it out as best as I could.

When I came out of the bathroom, I heard footsteps from the top of the staircase.

“Better?” I looked up at him, hands clutching around the strap of my cross-body bag.

“Much, thank you.”

Noah had a curious smile on his face that made me rebalance my weight in each foot. “What?”

He shook his head and made his way down the stairs. “Nice glasses.”

I instinctively turned my face away. When I looked back, he was next to me. His eyes caught mine in a trance, dark and looming. I couldn’t feel if I was breathing anymore, and I’m not entirely sure if I cared in that moment.

That ‘moment’ went on for longer than I would’ve liked before his eyebrows shot up.

“Sugar!”

This broke me from my daze, confusing me. I raised an eyebrow but too quick, he grabbed me by the wrist and started leading me to the kitchen past the staircase.

“We need sugar.” He let go of me at the counter, opening the freezer drawer of the fridge. He came out with a tub of vanilla ice cream, and loudly pulled two spoons out of the drawer next to me, dropping one in front of me.

Flipping the top off of the tub, he dug his spoon in and stuffed it into his mouth, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. I tried not to stare at him.

“I think I’m okay.”

He shook his head at my argument.

“Nope. You said that as my sponsor, you’d eat ice cream with me if I needed it.” He pointed at the tub. “Eat.”

I raised my eyebrow and picked up the spoon, getting only a touch of ice cream on the end.

“I don’t remember saying exactly that.”

He shrugged, but I still put the sweet, cold spoon in my mouth. It did help.

We sat in silence for a moment, devouring the fresh tub of ice cream for a few minutes before he grabbed it and headed for a tall black table near the countertop. I followed.

We sat adjacent, tub in the center, and continued to gorge.

“So, am I going to get fat from all the sugar?”

This made me chuckle and shake my head. “You’ve got to counteract the carbs. Work out. That also helps because of the endorphins.”

“That sounds like a lot of work.” His tongue was cleaning the underside of the spoon, and I had evidently stopped mid-bite to ogle this, because he smirked at me.

“Sorry.” He sheepishly put the spoon down.

I blinked rapidly and coughed out a giggle. “No, no, I’m sorry.”

Standing up, I turned around and headed for the sink. Quickly rinsing water over my spoon, I set it in the metal basin with a loud clink.

I felt his arm come up beside me, setting his down as well. I hadn’t even heard him walk over.

He didn’t move away from my side, just standing directly behind me. I felt the warmth of his breath on the bare skin at the nape of my neck. His hand was still resting on the countertop to my right and I saw his knuckles turning white where they grasped the edge.

This was bad. I didn’t know what it was, but it was bad.

He did back away after a moment, breathing loudly. I took an extra second to compose myself before turning around.

When I did, there were those eyes again. Boring into me. However, after a second, he smiled, lifting his hand to my face. I was frozen, entirely unaware of what was happening.

His thumb reached up, and swiped across my bottom lip. Is he serious?

When he pulled his hand back, however, the creamy white liquid made me chuckle. I had ice cream on my lip. I reached up and wiped my mouth, while he laughed and just wiped his hand on the sweat pants he was wearing.

“I’m such a mess today.”

He shook his head in response. “I don’t think so.”

And suddenly, the air was thick. Thicker than water. Thicker than syrup. I couldn’t even breathe. His lips were so close. It wouldn’t take much, just a swift movement. A trip? A leer in the wrong direction?

His eyes were studying mine, back and forth. Mine were fixated on his mouth, pink from the cold. Puffy. Absolutely mouth watering.

My body began pulling back, when a hand grabbed me by the back of the neck, fast as lightning, and pulled me in.

His mouth was hot, despite our dessert. His tongue was searching through my mouth, my eyes rolling back behind my lids.

My instincts kicked in and my hands grabbed his shirt, pulling his body closer.

A low, guttural growl escaped his throat before his hand reached down and grabbed my ass, lifting me in the air. He pushed me back onto the countertop so we were at an even level.

I can’t say how long this went on, our mouths fighting each other, my hands gripping his hair. His hands were sliding up and down my thighs, fingertips touching my hips. My body was electric white hot need.

It had been so so long.

But at that moment, that stupid, idiotic fucking moment, my brain kicked in.

He has a girlfriend.

He has a girl-friend!

He has a girlfriend!

YOU’RE HIS FUCKING SPONSOR!

This brought me back, my hands forfeiting his hair, and pushing my body backwards. The back of my head bumped the cabinet behind me, but not hard enough to care.

His pupils were blown wide, making his irises appear to be entirely black.

“Leena…I…I’m so fucking sor-“ But before he could finish, I had hopped down from the counter.

“I have to go.” I padded to the front door, not looking back. I jumped in my truck and nearly peeled away from the driveway, only slowing down to allow the gate to open again.

What the fuck did I just do?

-

I forced myself to sleep that night, refusing to process what all had just happened.

I regretted it the next day, when I woke up with blackened eye crust and stiff from wearing my hair in a ponytail over night.

I had only the forethought to take my jeans and bra off. I cursed myself when I saw my reflection the following morning. It was horrendous.

My hair was askew, half ripped from the ponytail. My eyes were bloodshot, which is odd given I didn’t think I had cried. Maybe I cried on my way home? Who knows. I actively tried to block it all out.

This was unacceptable behavior from me. I’m the responsible one. The older one. The sober-senior, so to speak.

To only add insult to injury, I had forgotten to grab my energy drinks last night, so I was stuck making a good old fashioned cup of coffee with my barely used Keurig.

While I waited for it to brew, I grabbed my phone out of my purse, groaning when I saw it was on 24% battery. I didn’t even plug it in.

I did notice that I had several fresh texts. One from Laura, one from Abel, and one from Noah.

Naturally, I wanted to open Laura’s first, but my morals forced me to open Noah’s first. He might need his sponsor (which is all I am to him).

Noah: Leena, I can’t even begin to tell you how awful I feel. I’m so so so so so so so sorry. I completely understand if you don’t want to sponsor me anymore. Please just let me know you made it home safe.

Fuck that guy, and how god damn sweet he was. He shouldn’t be apologizing, I should. I should know better.

The text had come in at 11:46PM, right after I left. I sighed, typing a fast response.

Me: Please don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. I’m sorry. I can still sponsor you, maybe we just see each other in group only?

I added a smiley face to hopefully convey that I wasn’t actually angry at him.

His response came too fast for me to ignore.

Noah: I understand. See you Tuesday. I’ll call if I need you.

I felt like the message was almost cold, but I ignored it.

I didn’t even bother texting Laura before calling her.

“Hey babes! I’m so fucking tired this morning. I don’t know how I thought I was going to make it through work today. My back is kill-“

I had to cut her off. “He fucking kissed me.”

The other end went completely silent.

“What?!?!” Her shrill voice mimicked my own panic.

“Yup.”

“I fucking knew you liked him!”

I sneered. “Didn’t you hear me?! He kissed me!”

“Oh okay, so you pushed him off?”

I hesitated. I did, just after being an entire fucking moron for at least two minutes. “Y-Yes.”

My voice was such a God damn traitor.

“Oh no, Leena.” Her tone was serious now. I didn’t even have the balls to respond. “This is bad, babe. You can’t fall for your sponsee.”

“Fall for him?!” My turn to be shrill. “I don’t even know him!”

Poor Angel whined at me from down near my legs. I padded to the back door and let him out.

“Exactly! And see how drawn to him you are already! You need to stay away from him.”

“I’m his sponsor, Laura. I can’t exactly ditch the guy.”

She sighed. “No, but you can keep a distance.”

“Yeah. I told him we should only see each other in group.”

“What did he say?” I read her his response. She tsk’ed. “He’s butthurt.”

“He has a girlfriend.”

“Apparently one he can’t care about too much.”

I sighed. “It’s the alcohol withdrawal, dude. It makes you do stupid shit. Makes you crave…stuff.”

“Like hot little brunette girls?” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh my fucking god.”

She laughed then. “I’m fucking with you.”

“Please don’t. I’m fucking struggling here.” I groaned loudly. “I want a drink so bad.”

Her tone changed. “Babes?” I hung my head over the kitchen counter. “Maybe you should call your sponsor.”

My head snapped up. “You’re right. I’m going to.”

“Call me later if you want.”

I agreed and hung up. Scrolling through my phone, I called the one person I trusted more than myself.

The phone rang only a second before his voice rang out on the other end. “Hey! You okay?”

“Hey Daddy. No, I’m not.”

-

After a good two hour talk with my Dad, a scalding hot shower, and three pieces of cinnamon toast, I was curled up in bed, arm slung over Angel who thoroughly enjoyed our lazy days, watching The Conjuring. It was nearly 8PM, and I had no other plans. My day off tomorrow would be for laundry and cleaning. Maybe a run? Today was for sulking and healing.

Which I could do, if my phone didn’t start ringing.

Noah’s name flashed across the screen and I groaned before fixing my tone.

“Hello?”

“When does this stop being so fucking hard?” His voice was agitated, and much louder than I was used to. He was worked up, which was dangerous when you’re trying not to drink.

I sat up straight in bed, hitting pause on my remote.

“Noah, what happened?”

I heard him huffing on the other end of the phone. “No, answer that for me. Fucking, please!” He was yelling now.

I stiffened my voice. “Noah, please don’t yell at me.”

I heard him take three calculated breaths.

“I’m sorry. I’m just pissed off.”

I nodded, as if he could see. “It’s okay. Talk to me, what happened?”

“Lily and I got into a fight.”

“Lily?”

“My girlfriend.” I felt my confidence slip.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. I tried to tell her I didn’t want to meet her for drinks. That I was still sick. She told me I had been acting so weird and told me I’ve been so off lately.”

I laid back on my pillows, letting him continue to vent.

“Which says a lot because the only difference is, I’ve been fucking SOBER! I’ve been working my ass off to get better, and she tells me I’m essentially boring. Like, I’m a vocalist for fuck’s sake! Alcohol murders my voice! I can’t sing for shit when I’ve been drinking! And I always end up fighting someone. Some rando at the bar, or Nick, or Jolly. It’s a miracle I haven’t been arrested!”

His rant was only getting stronger.

“I want to get healthy. I want to be better. And that’s me being off? She hasn’t even noticed I’ve been sober!”

He made a sound that was something of a growling, which made my stomach flip. I ignored it. But I could hear his breathing slow.

“Feel better?” My voice was small, unsure if he was quite done.

His voice snorted on the other end. “Yeah, I do, actually.”

I smiled, sad. “Good.”

The line was quiet for a few, just breathing from each end.

“Maybe it’s time to tell her, Noah? Maybe you should tell all of them. You’ll be surprised who may support you.” He shrugged.

“I don’t know how.”

“I get that, but you know them better than anyone else. You got this. I’m sure they love you, and will understand.” I’m not sure, but he needs the comfort right now.

“Thanks Mileena.” I had never heard him say my full name. “Sorry for calling.”

I laughed. “Never apologize for needing your sponsor.”

“My friend?”

This made me pause, but I did respond. “Of course.”

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