#it is absolutely worth celebrating 💖

[mobius-m-mobius]

Your turn, make a wish. I’ve already got it.

OWEN WILSON and JENNIFER LOPEZ in Marry Me (2022)

#owen wilson #jennifer lopez #j lo #marry me #charlie gilbert #kat valdez #they did that!!!!! #celebrating the only way i know how with the invention of romance 🥺💖 #absolutely dying on the hill that you'll never find better husband material in cinema than charlie btw #(conveniently specified cinema because mobius exists lol but y'all feel me 😅) #and the tear i shed for all the blue removed from this set has to be acknowledged alsdjdk but a holiday vibe's worth it :')) #movieedit #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs

[ohdeerfully]

hi!! i absolutely love your writing, you write alastor so so well and i absolutely devoured everything you have posted... would you by any chance be open to writing alastor with a f!reader who has an eating disorder/anorexia? <3 it's a triggering topic so i totally understand if you'd rather not! 💖 i've just recently been stressed about feeling like i need to lose weight again despite already having lost quite a lot and it just feels. never enough, so i would much appreciate some comfort! thank you for sharing your writing with us! 💖

hi my love!! i know you requested this some time ago, and i hope youve been feeling better (,: i also struggle with this type of thing so i 100% dont mind writing about it, but just know that you are super beautiful and worth every sweet treat and meal you get!!! mwah mwah mwah i hope you like the story ^.^

Ma Moitié

Alastor x Reader (fluff/comfort)

TW: eating disorder!!! alastor is def OOC hes being a sweetie pie join my discord!

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You always had a poor relationship with your body and food, in life and in death. You went through periods of weight loss, gain, loss again—some seemingly never ending cycle that no amount of therapy has managed to halt.

Your mind was currently weighing the pros and cons of eating the slice of cake offered to you by Charlie. She was celebrating the arrival of a few new residents, the first to arrive since the last extermination. The news really helped the hotel garner some attention, that plus the fancy new renovation Lucifer himself helped with… needless to say, Charlie was thrilled. So, she threw a little party. You had been standing awkwardly near the doorway, trying to find an opportunity to slip away from the small party. But you doubted you could escape without your absence being noticed; there really weren't that many people here to begin with.

You had accepted the cake out of sheer politeness, but you now just held the plate loosely in your hands, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you thought. You’ve been feeling particularly… susceptible to the calories in food lately. You considered the fact that you hadn’t eaten much today—or, honestly, the whole week for that matter. It shouldn’t hurt to just have one slice of cake. Just this once.

But… still… 

You frowned down at the cake. Picking up the plastic fork, you took a tiny chunk from it and lifted it to your lips. Your lips quivered as the food touched your tongue, and you felt sick as you chewed. You managed to swallow after an unnecessarily long few seconds of chewing, and you continued to just stare down at your plate. You didn’t think you’d be able to handle another bite.

Niffty had seen the sickly expression on your face, and loudly started throwing questions at you. Were you sick? Did you hate the party? Why didn’t you like the cake she made? Her loud voice was growing in volume, and catching the attention of a few other demons in the room. You tried various ways to shush her, attempting to answer her questions politely, but you felt your heart rate pick up at the obviously growing number of eyes.

“I’m not incredibly fond of sweets myself,” You heard that radio-afflicted voice pipe up from behind. You couldn’t help but jump at the unexpected presence, but you turned your head with a light smile. Alastor was looking curiously down at Niffty and you. 

“Ah, yeah, the cake’s great, I just… don’t like dessert that much…” You lied. You actually really liked cake, but it had been a long time since you were actually able to enjoy it without feeling intensely guilty about it. The tiny demon made a fussy comment about how nobody appreciated her and all of her hard work, stomping away. Her mood didn’t last, though, immediately getting caught up in cleaning something you couldn’t even see. 

You turned your head to thank Alastor, but you saw his smile drop slightly as he looked at you. The demon bent at the waist to lean down, his mouth near your ear and his usually boisterous voice quieted to a whisper. “Is everything alright, mon coeur?”

You felt your face heat up, both at the words he spoke and the proximity. You and Alastor had been quietly ‘official’ for quite a while now, but you weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to the small gestures of affection from the Radio Demon. It felt weird if you thought about it too long.

“I’m okay, just…” You weren’t sure how open you wanted to be about how you were feeling. Alastor knew about your poor body image and eating habits, but he truthfully never really knew how to go about comforting you. Plus, you felt as if your personal struggles were trivial to a literal Overlord of Hell. You didn’t want to bother him with your own shit.

“I’m fine,” You finally decided. You could tell Alastor knew you were lying, with that furrow of his eyebrows, but he stood up straight and didn’t push. You sighed and gently placed the plate of cake down on a small entryway table by the door you had been lurking near.

“I’ll get us out of here,” He declared with a wide smile, and he strode forward to where Charlie stood talking to the group of new guests. She knew Alastor was approaching due to the look of horror that slowly crossed the new demon’s faces. You couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, but it looked like she briefly scolded Alastor for being so damn intimidating for no reason.

They chatted for a moment, and you could hear the Radio Demon’s obnoxious laughter from across the room. He gestured to himself, then to you, to which Charlie looked in your direction. You shot her a small smile. She smiled back, nodded, and turned away to continue talking to the new residents—who all had been slowly inching away from Alastor. They looked incredibly relieved when he left the group.

He gave you a grin and wordlessly threaded his arm around yours, linking you at the elbow. You lifted your hand to give his upper arm an appreciative squeeze as you left the room. Your eyes lingered on the abandoned slice of cake as you walked away, feeling guilty in more ways than one.

Alastor had led you to your room, releasing your arm and leaning his body weight on his cane as he looked down at you. You glanced up at him, then back down, pursing your lips as you stared at anything else in the room.

“I hate when demons lie to me,” He said, eyes narrowed. Of course, you knew he wasn’t truly mad at you. Maybe frustrated. “What’s wrong.” It was more like a statement than a question. A demand.

You sat heavily down on the edge of your bed, fiddling with your fingers. 

“I don’t know, Al,” You muttered. You hated this. “I just… You know how I get sometimes.” It somehow felt so silly, telling him about this. 

Alastor had sat down next to you, his arm wrapped over your shoulder and a clawed hand rubbing up and down your forearm. You could tell his touch was light, awkward, unsure—but the gesture was appreciated nonetheless. While Alastor typically had no problem overstepping boundaries and shoving demons around purely to aggravate them, he obviously had no real idea how to be intimate and kind. But he tried for you.

He took his other hand and slipped it under your legs, swiftly lifting you and pulling you further up the bed. He leaned his body against the headboard, and dragged you over to lay your torso against his own.

“I don’t understand why you worry about all this, dear,” He mused, his fingers threading through your hair. His other hand graced past your stomach, which caused you to subconsciously flinch away. You felt his hand pause, but he didn’t mention it.

“I wish I didn’t have to,” You responded slowly, your cheek squished against his chest. “But I’ve dealt with this since I was alive. I feel like it’ll never get better.”

“Dearest, you have a whole eternity here,” He mused in response. He placed a finger under your chin and craned your head to meet his gaze. “You need to be strong to survive down here; to stay sane. A healthy body leads to a healthy mind.”

Of course Alastor was always thinking about strength and survival. He was an Overlord, after all. You didn’t respond to him, but you kept looking at him as he spoke. There was an odd look in his eyes as he talked.

“Plus,” He continues. His words were slow, and his mouth moved as if the words tasted unnatural on his tongue. This uncertainty that touched the Radio Demon’s voice was… rare, to say the least. “I want to see ma moitié happy. I am… incredibly devoted to you.”

Your ear pricked when you noticed the radio frequency in his voice completely dropped when he spoke the words. That look in his eyes—you finally recognized it as some odd sense of passion and endearment. An emotion that you could tell confused him, with the strain in his brow as he examined you. He meant the words he said, no matter how unnatural they felt leaving his mouth.

You rested your head back down on his chest. You knew this conversation wouldn’t “cure” you or anything, but you hoped that maybe you could think back on his words everytime your hands shook as you held a fork to your mouth. Of all demons in Hell, Alastor’s opinion was probably the most important to you, and you knew his devotion wouldn’t halt because of a few pounds; Alastor had to be deeply, deeply passionate about you to even let you lay on top of him like this.

You only hummed in response, and simply rested your head back against his chest. You hugged your arm tightly against him to try to convey that you appreciated his words, but you didn’t really know what to say.

“Would you join me for breakfast tomorrow?” Alastor asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “I know this wonderful place that I frequent for coffee…” 

You thought for a moment, again weighing the pros and cons; a habit that you struggled to drop when it came to meals. Your mind was buzzing with thoughts of what kind of food might be there, and if you should ration out the meals for the rest of the day. But, you felt the thoughts melt away when Alastor’s hand rubbed a comforting circle against your cheek, and then trailing down towards your shoulder in a light squeeze.

“Okay,” you finally said. It wouldn’t hurt to have a decent meal for once. You pulled yourself up onto your elbows again to look at Alastor. “Sounds awesome.”

His smile twisted up, his teeth peeking through a small gap in his lips. His head inched forward, but then paused, and you could tell his mind was racing with various thoughts. You waited for him to decide and, after a few moments, he closed the gap and lightly pressed his lips against yours. It was brief, as most intimate contact with him was, but you enjoyed it while it lasted.

“You will always be my only weakness,” Alastor admitted tenderly. “The most captivating demon in all of Hell.”

You couldn’t stop the shy smile that spread across your face at his words. You sputtered out some awkward response, to which he simply hummed and smiled at. He closed his eyes and rested his head back against the headboard, his fingers still playing with your hair gently.

You followed suit, resting your head against his chest and closing your own eyes. You didn’t even realize how tired you were, too caught up in the rare intimacy with Alastor. You let your worries of breakfast fade away, choosing to just enjoy the warmth of his body so close to yours.

#ohdeerfully #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #fluff #comfort #eating disorder #TW: eating disorder #TW: disordered eating #disordered eating

[let-them-read-fics]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Siyeon x Fem!Reader

AU: Non-Idol

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Jealous Siyeon ;)

Word Count: 3,348

Summary: With your three year anniversary imminent and the need for a get-away pressing, Siyeon organizes a romantic weekend trip for the two of you to enjoy together. Everything goes according to plan in the beginning, but when a night of clubbing breathes new life into her passion for you, things get a bit derailed.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hello again, my lovely readers! Just stopping by to drop off this Singnie fic :) Jiu's story is next, so look forward to it! Hope you like this in the meantime 💖

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Moonlight Bar & Lounge, 11:42 PM

As the two of you peered up at the establishment’s buzzing, neon lights, Siyeon had to make a conscious effort to prevent her hand from dropping too low on your ass. 

She’d made a promise to you – back at the hotel and in her post-orgasm haze – that she would be on her best behavior while you were out celebrating as a way of repaying you. 

You, in return, vowed to let her do anything she wanted to you once you were back in private, so long as she kept things tame and didn’t go back on her word in the meantime. 

And, for what it was worth, she was really giving it her all.

But you looked absolutely divine in your formal outfit – radiant with a sultry undertone, capable of leaving her transfixed. It drove her crazy to know that hidden away beneath it, tucked out of view from prying eyes, your skin was painted with all of her marks. Splashes of color, hues of red and purple growing darker with time – her own personal claims on you. With how hard it had been for her to keep her mouth off of you earlier, she was surprised you had any skin left unmarked at all. 

“Two more hours, Singnie. Think you can handle it?” You asked, glancing at her as you both approached the door. 

She opened it, sending you a confident look all the while. “Of course I can.”

You hummed, unconvinced. “We’ll see about that.” 

When you passed her, a smirk pulled at the corner of your lips. Her gaze had fallen to your ass, again, watching its every move in silent admiration as she trailed behind you like a puppy. 

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The reviews you’d read, though stellar, had failed to prepare you for just how nice the place was. Its intimate ambience beckoned you in at once, extending an easy-going hand, inviting you to look around and see for yourself everything that it had to offer. 

Things were darkened inside, creating an aura of sensuality and mystery despite the openness of the layout. Hues of black and blue accented the furniture and decorations, in line with the established theme of intrigue. Large skylights were centered in the ceiling, allowing plenty of moonlight in to do as it so pleased. 

A dance floor called from the far side of the room, comfortably crowded and taking up about half of the venue. Couches and chairs were situated around tables on the other side, strategically dotting the available area so as to award parties their privacy. 

The bar was large, stretching out far and wide as it stood ready to greet you upon your arrival. A busy bartender met Siyeon’s eye when he glanced up, vigorously shaking a drink. 

“Welcome, ladies!” He smiled warmly. “It’s great to have you tonight.”

You thanked him with a smile as well, and Siyeon extended the same courtesy. Her arm fell to your waist again mindlessly – completely out of habit as she turned to survey everything. 

“How about we get a table first?” She suggested, subtly motioning towards them with her head. “Then we can dance for a bit, if you’d like.”

“Sure, babe. That sounds perfect.”

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One Hour Later

Put simply, Siyeon seemed to be out to get you. 

Though she was your girlfriend, the love of your life, your protector – something truly sadistic shined in her dark eyes as she peered at you from the other side of the table, smirking around the rim of her glass. 

She watched you squirm in your seat a little, feigning oblivion as her foot traveled up your calf, teasing. 

Somewhere between her first and second rounds of wine she had undone the top few buttons of her blouse, and the seductive way she pressed closer to the table, arms crossed just below her chest, put her cleavage on full display. The edge of her bra was visible, too, but that was a detail likely only perceptible to you, considering your proximity and inability to focus on anything else. 

Every bit of her prior innocence was gone without a trace, eclipsed by the desire she felt, which was becoming harder and harder to maintain a grip on. 

The alcohol in your system was weakening your inhibitions, too; coaxing them to vanish as her charm worked its magic, promising release for you the second you asked for it. It showed in her eyes – which shamelessly drank in the sight of you – and the subtle bite of her lip. She appeared collected, but you knew that in reality she was far from it.

You downed your last bit of wine in an effort to distract yourself. 

As you lowered your glass, the ring on your finger shimmered, catching the attention of one of the club’s cycling lights. Siyeon looked at it proudly; it was the promise ring that she had given you this morning.

Wordlessly she reached forward, palm upturned. 

The musing, pleased smile on her lips would be your demise. You were sure of it. 

But even still, you extended your hand and placed it in hers, following her unspoken request. She held it close, rubbing her thumb across the back of it in soothing, easy strokes. 

Nothing made her happier than knowing you were hers.

“Ready to dance?” She asked, trying not to sound too eager. The thought of having your body against hers was ruining her in all the best kinds of ways. 

She was fiending for it.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself for what was to come. She knew that asking was unnecessary, but she took pleasure in seeing you squirm. 

“Sure.” You swallowed. 

Happily, she finished off her wine. 

Leaving behind your empty glasses and appetizer plates, she stood up and led you to the dance floor.  

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30 Minutes Until Promise Is Completed

The DJ was a true professional at his craft, and you decided at once that he deserved the biggest raise imaginable.

…do DJs get raises?

Regardless, he was owed one. 

His choices of song, paired with the seamless transitions and mixes that he conducted, set the mood of the lounge and kept everyone's energy high. A strong bassline carried throughout the place, thrumming consistently and so powerfully you felt it in your very being. 

Like an undercurrent, it flowed around you. Pushing and pulling, leading you out just to lure you back in again.

Siyeon moved in time with you, hanging onto the rhythm as you let loose. She kissed you occasionally, swept up in the heat of the moment and unable to resist your beauty. Her hands wandered, impossible to control as they made it their mission to tempt you. 

The couples around you all shared that sentiment as well – turning the air thick with sexual tension. 

Some grinded. Others groped. It was a plethora of positions and strides, all writhing and searching for relief – a statement piece on the human condition, plucked straight from a movie scene. From your place within it, amongst the welcome chaos, you could only imagine what a sight it was to behold from an outside perspective. 

A sudden buzzing tethered you back down to Earth, garnering your attention. It came from Siyeon’s front pocket, which was conveniently nestled right between your thighs. 

The contact made you tense at first, not expecting it, but it felt good. More than good, even. And far better than you cared to admit, considering you wanted to hold onto some of your pride. 

She felt it, too, but she didn’t pull away at first. Enjoying the show, she pressed it against you a little harder, coaxing your hips to gyrate, both to the rhythm of the song and in search of the vibrations. 

But once the phone rang a fourth time, you pushed her away with a dismissing laugh, telling her to go answer it. 

Your cheeks were flushed, and your heart was racing wildly within your chest. You covered your forehead with your palm, taking a deep breath as the people around you filled in the open space that her exit provided. 

The loss of contact with her allowed you to sober up the tiniest bit and get your head on straight. She was just like a drug.

Get a grip, you scolded yourself, shaking your head. This was ridiculous. Was going more than a few hours without fucking her really this impossible? You wanted it more than anything, but you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of calling off your deal. It was made to prove a point, and you intended to keep it instated for that very reason.

You stole a glance at your watch. 

Only fifteen minutes left. That was doable, no?

Siyeon rolled her eyes as she slid up on the green button at the bottom of her screen. She had to fight the urge to just let it go unanswered.

Had it been anyone other than her boss, she likely would’ve. 

“Hello?”

“Ah, Siyeon,” he greeted from the other end, a smile evident in his gravelly voice. “I’m glad I could reach you.”

She pressed her back to an open portion of the far wall, away from the more rowdy parts of the crowd. 

“Of course, sir,” she sighed, withholding the attitude that she wished to lace into it. 

She looked up at you, watching you sway gently in time with the music. The light of the room painted you beautifully – every shimmer and shadow fighting for its chance to cast across your skin. She couldn't help but admire you from afar.

"...yes, sir. I turned that report in to your assistant two days ago." She answered distantly, clearly not entirely focused on their conversation. 

He launched into a response, but Siyeon suddenly tensed and stood up straighter – intrigued for a completely different reason.

A woman was making her way over to you.

Like a shark circling its prey. 

The blonde danced along to the beat with a drink in her hand, sipping on it as she closed the remaining distance between you. Siyeon could only watch as she leaned down, smiling prettily as she introduced herself. 

You laughed at something she said and nodded lightheartedly, amused. 

“Siyeon? Are you there?”

Her lips pressed tightly into a line. “Yes, sir. Continue.”

He did, but again she couldn’t pay much attention. She was too focused on the two of you standing far too close for her liking, and the nonchalant way that the woman invited you to join her for a dance. 

To Siyeon’s annoyance, you agreed and stepped forward. 

She drew you in and briefly settled a hand on your hip as the two of you got accustomed to the new song that the DJ started playing. You followed her lead, allowing her to sway with you. 

She was attractive, and the sight of you together stoked the fire of jealousy within Siyeon.

For what it was worth, though, you didn’t attach any deeper meaning to the exchange. You were simply dancing, after all, and you'd made it a point to flash your ring a few times to avoid any misunderstandings.

But Siyeon was in a different state entirely. 

Her blood boiled, and her grip on her phone tightened audibly. The poor thing groaned and squeaked from the pressure, pleading for her to ease up.

The woman locked eyes with her over your shoulder, practically taunting her as she dipped you down. The angle provided Siyeon an achingly beautiful view of your body, tempting her to admire the lines and curves that you created; but she was sobered up by the fact that it wasn’t exclusive to her. 

In that moment, anyone – including that woman – could see you looking so gorgeously spread out. 

That was her final straw.

She abruptly excused herself from the call, assuring her boss that she’d dial him up again at the first chance she got, before hanging up without another thought.

Bitterness radiated from her with every step that she marched closer to you, practically fuming. She moved people aside along the way, providing an opening for herself to return to you. 

You were uprighted by the woman at once and subsequently seized by Siyeon, who loomed angrily behind you. You were oblivious to the situation until you felt her presence as she entered your personal space. 

She emitted tension, and the sensation made you tremble; the territorial look she gave deterred the blonde, who raised her hands in a show of innocence before smiling knowingly and ambling to another part of the dance floor. 

Hesitantly, you went to turn around and face Siyeon. But her sudden grip on your hips prevented that, keeping you as you were.

Something firm pressed against your ass as she pulled you in, rutting with a restrained sort of gentleness that seemed difficult to maintain. It caught you off guard at first, but the swell of it, straining against the fabric of her pants, was something you'd recognize anywhere. 

It was your favorite toy. She had secretly put it on before you left the hotel earlier. Cheeky. 

How had you not noticed it before?

She ground against you again, aiming to give you a better feel for it, but made sure to remain somewhat inconspicuous to the people around you. Her hands caressed your sides, tentatively working their way downwards as she attempted to gauge your reaction. 

Her lips brushed the shell of your flushed ear, upturning the slightest bit in triumph when she felt your breath hitch. Your head turned to the side and your chin tilted ever-so-slightly, granting her full access.

“Do you feel that?" She asked lowly, clenching her jaw. “What you do to me?”

She couldn’t have cared less about the promise in that moment even if she had wanted to. With you looking as good as you did and flaunting yourself like that… behaving really was no longer an option. 

You nodded fervently, lacking the gift of speech. 

“You’re going to take care of that for me. Right now,” she emphasized, taking a hold of your wrist. 

Chest heaving, you turned around to face her. She shoved your hand between her legs, making you cup the toy as she pressed a harsh kiss to your lips. You melted into it, weak within her strong embrace. Obediently, you groped her again, making the other side of it rub up against her clit. You swallowed up the encouraging moan that she let out at the action.

She begrudgingly pulled away after a moment, but only enough to take your hand again and impatiently drag you towards the front door. Her movements weren’t the most graceful – seeing as that she bumped the two of you into other guests and nearly fumbled over her own feet along the way – but they were endearing. She wanted you so badly that appearing composed no longer mattered to her. 

And that feeling was beyond mutual.

- The Parking Lot -

Although they gave it their all to be seen, the city’s bright lights were muted by the thick fog that covered the windows of Siyeon’s car; they were mere blurs in the distance, becoming increasingly dulled with time. 

The steam served as an immediate tell of what was happening inside, just in case any particularly dimwitted onlookers failed to put two and two together after observing the rocking of the car. 

Part of you was afraid the entire thing would fall apart at any moment, based on how roughly Siyeon was taking you. 

Her body clung desperately to yours, only parting long enough for her to draw the toy out of you and drill it back in as she took you from behind. Her skin met yours repeatedly, filling the cabin of the car with filthy noises that made you wetter than you thought possible. 

“Fuck, baby,” she cursed, pressing your head further down into the seat as the snap of her hips grew messier and more erratic. Her fingers tightened in your hair, making your eyes water the slightest bit.

You smiled triumphantly, feeling the cool leather soothe your heated cheek. 

The decorative beads hanging from the rear view mirror clacked together, consistently colliding with the back of it.

Rhythmically, the press of your hips fell in time with her thrusts; you met in the middle, getting the most out of each and every move. Your muscles ached something wild, but you were beyond caring at that point; all that mattered was Siyeon, and ensuring that she got what she wanted. 

“Does it feel good?” You panted.

“So good, jagi,” she groaned, voice raspy, as she lolled her head to the side. 

Her hazy eyes landed on the hickies that she had left at the small of your back earlier, which she brought her free hand up to caress. Beneath her fingertips, your muscles flexed from the impact that she inflicted; they strained with the desperate, searching rutt of your hips as well, never stopping for a second. 

You were such a whore for her; she loved it.

"I wish you could see yourself like this," she mused through heavy breaths, palming your skin. "Taking me so well. God, you're so perfect." 

Her harsh thrusts mellowed into long, sensual ones as she focused on grinding against you. The ridges of the toy slid across your velvety walls as she humped, stimulating you further. She watched the length of it disappear inside of you repeatedly, only to reappear glistening more and more each time. 

You reached a shaky hand out to brace yourself, aware that she was getting close by the tremble of her legs.

All of the friction her clit was receiving was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The other end of the toy moved inside of her as well, heightening the effect of even your most subtle motions. 

When your head fell forward and came to rest against your extended arm, she leaned down, seizing the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck. The way her body aligned with yours, completely bare and heated, made you moan. 

She left new marks everywhere she liked, taking her time.

A soft, pleased grunt resounded in her throat when you lifted your hips and grinded back into her, languidly working yourself along the toy. She stilled her movements and let you continue for a bit, reveling in the intimate feeling. 

"Head up, angel." She instructed, grazing her teeth across your pulsepoint. 

You obeyed and raised it, fighting exhaustion. 

Her lips found yours, and you immediately surrendered control of the kiss over to her. Despite knowing you'd grant it without hesitation, she still asked for permission by licking your bottom lip. 

You opened up, sighing as her tongue met yours. 

Instinctively, your walls fluttered at the feeling; she deepened the kiss, doing as she wanted.  

She snaked a hand down your body and pressed her fingertips to your clit, toying with it. She spread your slick around, proud of the mess of it that coated your thighs and pussy. It dripped down your legs, only turning her on more. 

Needing air, you broke the kiss. She clearly felt like showing a little mercy, as she allowed you the chance to catch your breath and kissed your shoulder in the meantime. 

When the toy hit your g-spot again following a particularly sensual roll of her hips, you whined pathetically at the feeling.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, Siyeon,” you exhaled shakily.

“And who's the only one that gets to fuck you like this?” She pressed, voice commanding. 

You moaned, forgoing pride. “You.”

“That’s right, Y/N/N,” she grinned evilly, pushing herself back up. Her hands went to the small of your back again, applying a tantalizing pressure as you obediently arched for her, already knowing what she wanted. 

She wasn’t even close to being done with you yet. 

“Now, start counting. If you make it to twenty, I might just let you cum.”

The sound of her hand slapping your ass filled the car at once, intoxicating you in an entirely new way. 

“...one.”

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[theambitiouswoman]

hi ♡ my question is what things can i do to spend more time alone and get comfortable in my solitude? particularly during a healing stage of your life where you’ve cut off people who drained you and now will be spending significant time alone

Hello! 💖

I absolutely love spending time with myself and treating myself to little outings. Even just sitting in peace at home. It feels so good when you learn how to be full all on your own. You start to get very picky about the type of people you allow in your life and the things you tolerate, because you don't want anyone to disturb your peace.

When you're trying to heal, it's very important to be good to yourself. Think of this time as a chance to really connect with who you are. Dive into activities you've always wanted to do. Reflect on your journey and where you see yourself going. Go on solo trips or little adventures. Explore parks, museums, or new places in your city. Maybe now's the time to start a new hobby or a book you've been setting aside. Learn to speak positively to and about yourself and build a habit of recognizing your worth. Prioritize self care routines. Your body's health matters too, so consider starting a new exercise routine or simply enjoy the outdoors with regular walks. If your surroundings feel a bit messy, cleaning up can refresh your space and mind. Get creative, be it through drawing, writing, cooking, or any artistic venture. Sometimes, just stepping back to relax and recharge is the best thing. Whether it's being kind to yourself, setting boundaries, celebrating your achievements, or finding peace in solitude, always choose what feels right for you. This period is a great opportunity to rediscover and love yourself. 💫

#healingjourney #self healing #self help #self love #self love journey

[rainbowsky]

Happy Pride! 💖🌈🦄

Happy Pride, everyone!

I wanted to celebrate Pride this year by sharing some great up-beat queer anthems - songs from some of the groundbreaking queer artists who have been raising their voices to make the world a better place every day. Let's celebrate diversity together! 😘

Domo Wilson - Bisexual Anthem

Domo Wilson should really be the one to start the Pride festivities this year, with this amazing, amazing, amazing Bisexual Anthem. Songs like this are rare - great message AND good song. This woman is fucking brilliant. (Sexually explicit lyrics).

Brenda Fassie - Vuli Ndlela

Africa's first openly gay pop star Brenda Fassie is an incredible talent. Her voice, her style, everything about the way she sings is utterly captivating, compelling and packed full of emotion - whether it be joy or misery.

I discovered her a while back and had that tragic modern experience of falling in love with an artist and then immediately being pitched into grief as I learned about her difficult life and too early death.

Some of you might be familiar with the Chinese term, 'jaiyou' which literally means 'add oil' or more generally, 'go for it!' Vuli ndlela is a similar term that means 'make way!'

The song is about sticking it to gossipy neighbours on her son's wedding day (because they thought he'd never marry and find lasting love), but over the years it has become a popular anthem of empowerment and encouragement.

Troye Sivan and Gordi - Wait

Who can resist a dreamy, sweet duet with two queer darlings?

Muna - Pink Chiffon (feat. Phoebe Bridgers)

I've shared this song before on my blog but it's such a sweet, catchy, up-beat song it deserves to be shared again.

Beth Ditto - We Could Run

One of the greatest - and most consistently and criminally underrated - voices in music.

Kehlani - Altar

This isn't an artist I've followed in the past, but this particular song is so infectious, I absolutely love it.

Shae Diamond - I Am Her

In her own words:

"My name is Shea Diamond, Singer/Songwriter based in NYC by way of Flint, MI. I was born into a gender role that I did not accept & I didn’t feel like myself. Desperate to find the financial means to transition to my true gender, I committed a crime in 1999 & was sentenced to 10 years in a men's prison. While incarcerated, I found a community that shared my trans experience - it was there where I found my voice. I began writing “I Am Her” as a statement to a world that said I shouldn't exist. I wrote it as an anthem for all those that felt shunned for simply being who they were. In 2009 I was released from prison. Shortly after my release, I moved to New York City where I found a studio to record “I Am Her” and the means to create a video for my song."

Ria Mae - Bend

Canadian pop sensation Ria Mae, yet another criminally underrated artist whose work speaks for itself. Let's give her some love as her home town and province have been suffering intense and dangerous wildfires, and destruction to homes and wildlife habitat.

Janelle Monae - Lipstick Lover

I don't even need to say anything about this song that this stupid-ass 'age restriction' bullshit doesn't already say. 😅

It's worth the trip to YouTube.

Erasure - A Little Respect

I'll close this off with one of the best gay anthems ever written, and one of my all-time favorite songs. Never has it felt more relevant than it does today, with all the hate being thrown at queer people, all the backward redneck laws, all the churchy dicks trying to destroy the lives of people they don't understand. Like the line in the song:

What religion or reason Could drive a man to forsake his lover?

What indeed?

Happy Pride everyone! 💖

YouTube playlist of these songs.

#queer calendar #happy pride 2023 people #personal

[oboy-me]

how about: masc they/them or they/he Asmodeus x he/him MC, prompt: they're going to a fancy dress or masquerade sort of place, and MC lets Asmodeus pick out what he should wear.

Absolutely! This is such a fun concept, I'm excited to see what you think of this drabble! 💖

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▸▸ You were invited to a royal ball to celebrate the students of RAD's achievements throughout the exchange program's running years, honoring everyone's teamwork towards making it as successful as it is. You chose Asmodeus to go as your +1, because you knew he was going to dress you to impress.

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You're rather thankful that you decided to let them know this plan a full day ahead of the actual event; you're almost certain they haven't shut up since the moment it left your mouth. Between their posts on Devilgram and DeviTube to just pestering their brothers — Mammon being the most frequently targeted, evidenced by how worn down he was by the end of the day — you've kept an eye on their enthusiasm and were always quick to answer their texts when they asked some random questions of you.

The shopping spree was only the beginning. They still had to dress you, and they had just about every idea under the moon for what they wanted to pick for you; the fact that you now had almost two wardrobes' worth of boxes sat next to your bed with Asmodeus rifling through it was a sure sign this was going to take a hot minute.

"Asmo?"

"Mmm? What is it, dear?" they respond, still deftly sifting through various neatly-folded trousers. "Oh, right! Would you like traditional pants or an open, flowy skirt-like bottom?"

"Did you... need to pick out so many?" you asked quietly, knowing full well the question was an absolutely futile one to pose. "And pants, I'd like to let you be the more flowy one this time," you quickly tacked on.

Asmodeus would loosen a small hum as they stood to their feet, a few pants tucked over their arm. They seemed wholly preoccupied with comparing the accent colours with a few tops and playing mix-and-match until he settled on a couple pairs.

"Mammon especially had some concerns," came your continuation, knowing by the little look in their eyes that they were still listening. "He was like, "man, Asmo's spending more than me today, what's up with that guy?" and "Hey Y/N, tell him to cool it before he regrets it!""

That earned a little laugh out of Asmodeus that he had to stifle into his arm. His expression held nothing but glee as he started to hold each little combo up to your body to picture you in each set. Sometimes he would swap a top or a set of pants on the fly to try new combos, of course.

"I think Mammon's just jealous~" the demon would reply in a cutesy little purr with a little wink thrown your way. "After all, there's this big event coming up, and who did you choose as your plus one? That's riiiiight! Hehe! ♥ I know he's been working himself up to ask you, but he should know better than to think you'll choose anyone but me."

When he had finished talking you had the mind to respond as well, but you had found that your lips were claimed rather suddenly by the demon's own. It was always like him to just sneak a kiss when your guard was down, but this time he had taken his opportunity to soothe you with one of the sweetest little tastes of his lips on yours — and you could tell he applied that flavoured lipstick he knew you loved so much. It was a dizzying taste that left you both a little lightheaded afterwards, Asmodeus letting out a breathless little giggle as he pulled away again.

"So you see why I've just gotta fuss over you, my dear? Now let's try these few outfits on! When we get your outfit situated, then we'll move on to your accessories and makeup! While we all know I'll be the most gorgeous of everyone at the ball, I want to make sure that everyone sees my nearly-equally gorgeous boyfriend at his absolute best~!"

Those cheeks of yours were lit up like wildfire at their words, their kiss; you always felt the love they poured in to you even if they tried to veil it behind their narcissism. If they did not love you as they did, they would not have spent all this time and Grimm just to doll you up for one night.

"Well now I have to; I can't afford to taint my flawless Asmodeus by showing up as anything less." You throw them a wink of your own before vanishing in to the bathroom, catching a rapid spread of crimson across their cheeks as you closed the door to change.

You'll never forget that night; you two turned just about every head in that ballroom that wasn't yours, and both of you graced the front pages of RAD's newspaper much to Diavolo's delight and Mephistopheles' chagrin.

Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading this dear anon! I did my best to represent what you asked for!

#obey me imagines #obey me male reader #obey me male mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo x reader #obey me asmo x mc

[okinawa-division]

The sun was at it’s peak in the city of Okinawa as Evelyn Rose was getting ready for a whole day of excitement and adventure for it was her birthday and she was planning on spending it having as much fun as she could, absolutely nothing could bring her down. Humming, she applied some contour on her face before smoothing it out and nodding in satisfaction before moving on to the blush, not too long ago, she had received a rather anonymous gift from someone who claimed to be her ‘Biggest Fan’, this was nothing new but it still warmed Evelyn’s heart nonetheless.

It was a beautiful and luxurious makeup set with all of her favorite brands and items, looked to be worth hundreds if not thousands of dollars. So naturally, she was ecstatic to receive such a wonderful gift and immediately wanted to put it to use, it was a shame that the sender remained anonymous, she could’ve totally, like, thanked them in person. Oh well.

After applying all she needed on her face before finishing off with coating her plump lips in a beautiful crimson red lipstick, she gave her reflection an air kiss before smiling happily and moving on. It was almost unbelievable how happy she was feeling, she didn’t know if it was something in the air or maybe the thrill and joy of celebrating her birthday in a foreign country for the first time but Evelyn knew one thing. This was totally, like, gonna be the best, like, birthday ever!

— 30 Minutes Later —

An ear piercing scream loud enough of shatter glass and shake the toughest person to their core was practically heard throughout the country. Now, I know what you’re asking, “what was the cause of such a noise?” Well…

Locked in the bathroom of some restaurant was Evelyn Rose who was in complete hysterics, curling up in a ball and sobbing violently with broken mirror shards around her as if mocking her appearance which had taken…quite a turn for the worse. Her entire face was completely red and blotchy and rashy, like she had a seriously bad allergic reaction to something, her eyes were swollen and her plump lips got even plumper but in the worse way. All in all…she looked completely horrible.

She could barely hear anything aside from her own grief and Ace begging her to come out or to at least let him in but the thought of her boyfriend seeing her this way was enough to make her nearly pass out. She screamed at him to go away and cried even more, the poor blonde couldn’t understand, what had happened? It was such a perfect day, how could it all go so wrong?! Now she’s trapped in the bathroom of the nice restaurant she and Ace were enjoying their date at with a hideous face and losing her mind. This was totally, like, the worst, like birthday ever!

— Much Earlier —

“So lemme get this straight, you want give Evelyn…Evelyn, the woman you have such a hate boner-“

“I don’t even have a regular boner for her much less a hate boner. That would imply that I find her attractive and she’s about attractive as maggots swarming a corpse that’s been shit on.”

“…Geez and I thought I was dramatic, but answer me this, why do you want to give her a gift if you hate her so much?”

“Is it really a gift if it has less than good intentions?”

“Oh I see, joining the birthday prank war huh? To think this all started with just Aranai and I…Okay, I’m in, what are thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about fucking up that oh so pretty face of hers, you got anything like that?”

“Well you’re in luck, my beautiful friend, I have just the thing, just give me a few days.”

“Perfect.”

Happy Birthday Evelyn! 💖

Several hours later...

After rushing out of the restaurant to a nearby store to buy his girlfriend a hoodie, which which to cover her face, paying for his and his girlfriend's meal, and finally managing to coax out of the restaurant's restroom, Ace drove his girlfriend back home to Eagle's Nest where he stayed with her until she managed to calm down. After an hour of this, she finally fell asleep, much to Ace's relief. He sighed as he walked back downstairs where Rashaad was waiting behind the bar, cleaning an already clean glass.

Looking at his exhausted friend, whose head was down on the counter covered up with his arms, the bartender slid a glass of liquor to his friend, who instinctively caught it in his opened hand. Lifting his head, the diplomat quickly gulped the liquor down, not carrying about the burn in his throat or chest, at the moment. Today had to have been one of the worse days, not only for him, but especially for his girlfriend.

"How is Miss Rose?" Rashaad asked, after a few moments of silence.

"About as well as can be expected." Ace replied, holding his glass up for Rashaad to refill, which the bartender did.

"I see." Rashaad replied, going back to cleaning his glass. For a while, silence filled the room again before the bartender opened his mouth to speak again.

"I took a look at those beauty products that were sent for Miss Rose, by the way." Rashaad stated, making Ace look up from his glass. "After years of being sent 'anonymous' gifts, I've taken to being cautious when receiving them. So when they were sent here, I took the liberty of researching who they were from. And the thing is... the company that makes them doesn't exist."

"...Wait, you're telling me someone sent those gifts as a sabotage?" Ace asked, surprised, but slowly getting upset.

"I'm afraid so, Master Ace."

"Who sent them?" The diplomat asked, standing upright, upset that someone pranked his girlfriend.

"Come now, Master Ace," Rashaad stated, looking at his friend. "In all of Japan, who would you say is Miss Rose's worst enemy?"

"Worst ene... wait, you don't mean?"

"I do."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...We're in agreement not to tell Miss Rose about this?"

"Definitely."

Unfortunately for the two men, a certain model had heard their entire conversation. She was prepared to get something to eat then go back upstairs to bed, not in the mood to see anyone right now. But upon hearing her boyfriend and friend speak, she ceased what she was doing as a certain woman's face came to her mind. Clenching her fists, the birthday girl returned to her room and began planning.

Oh, retribution was coming. She swore it...

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #evelyn rose #ace douglas #rashaad young #okinawa division #liberty guild #lola takahashi #sumire shinomiya #happy birthday evelyn 2023 #happy birthday

[roxannarambles]

hi!! Just wanted to say I really like your works. 🥰 I’ve mostly read your Pokemon stuff since that’s the main fandom you do that I follow, but it’s all been so cute and well executed!! You inspired me to finish and post an old Pokemon fanfic I never finished at the time so thanks for that too 🥰

Thank you so much!! 💖 I'm so happy you've been enjoying the fics. Also that is so awesome, finishing fanfics heck yeah! That is absolutely an accomplishment worth celebrating (also I took a glance, will prob read in full when I get the chance, Perrin's cool, lesbians really be winning in scarlet/violet haha)

#asks

[la-folie-a-deux]

Force of Gravity (Din x Reader)- Chapter 1: Birds of a Feather

A/N: Hey everyone! I am so excited to finally share this little story with you! This was originally supposed to be a miniseries to be the companion of Shatter by my bestie, the incredibly talented @kyberblade but I have lots of ideas and I already love our main kiddos more than words can say so please be prepared for probably lots of these two. I also want to thank Kristen for all of her help throughout the writing process and editing. She is the reason I got the courage to write my first ever story and I can’t express my gratitude to her enough. You’re the best 💖 I also want to say a big thank you to @firefly-graphics for making the dividers I use. They are so pretty, I can’t stop looking at them

NOTE: I do not own the Star Wars franchise, the dividers, the gifs, or Ti Jyrr, I just love them and wanted to make something with them. Please support their original creators.

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As far as the eye could see, there were nothing but extravagant twirling gowns and sharply dressed gentlemen. A beautiful melody playing set the mood, or maybe it was the lighting, even the quiet murmurs of the members of society that were mingling on the sides of the ballroom could’ve been the cause of such a lively and exciting event.

You hated it.

But of course you couldn’t decline Cara’s request of joining her at the Queen’s annual ball to celebrate the beginning of courting season. Well, you could but you didn’t think that having to face the wrath of your lifelong best friend nor the society’s endless gossip was worth it so here you are.

Standing behind a pillar with a glass of too tart lemonade in a white dress that was much too formal and your hair carefully piled up with too many hairpins digging into your scalp, you were trying to keep all attention off of you. You were perfectly content to have not a single name on your dance card for the entire evening, in fact it was your goal. Maybe if Cara stayed distracted dancing with every handsome suitor that she drew in with a bat of her long lashes then she wouldn’t notice you slipping away into a much quieter space in the palace. Anywhere was much better than being here. Of course, you would not be so fortunate to have those goals met tonight.

Her mother fretted over both of you finding a man with a good title and family to settle down with since you were taken in after your parents met their untimely deaths when you were the young age of ten. Every time you two would return home from another ball with no callers the next day, you received quite the earful of lamenting and scolding remarks about how you'll both end up spinsters. Oh, how Lady Dune couldn’t stand the very idea of that happening to her girls. Not that she would be deterred from doing as she pleased when left to her own devices.

That’s definitely not to say that Cara would allow you the luxury of participating in the same freedoms. That was just a silly thought.

“Ti, I know you think you’re being sneaky hiding behind there but I know every single one of your hiding spots. Come out from there,” she demanded softly as to not make a scene or draw her gentleman friend away from her side. Always the proper lady she was even if technically you had a higher title to your name and bloodline. With a quiet sigh, you rounded the pillar to look at your friend. Cara cleared her throat delicately before looking up at her partner, “Lord Vanth, this is my closest friend, Duchess Ti Jyrr.”

With a slight curtsey from you and a polite bow from this Vanth fellow, he spoke with a friendliness that few people use in normal conversations. “Your Grace, it’s an honor to meet you. Cobb Vanth at your service.” Cara gave you a look that spoke volumes. She absolutely loves how people speak to you upon hearing your title during introductions but this was more genuine than all those other times so of course she thought this was the best entertainment in the world.

“Please, just Ti would do. I’m not a fan of the pomp of titles.” That was not something the Lord had expected to hear. It was so casual in terms of society norms. It was as if he’d known you for years and accidently slipped up by calling you strictly by your peerage instead of your name. Most would find such a thing improper, but Vanth believed in being more laid back instead of formal every second he existed in a space. That’s probably the thing Cara liked about the man most.

Cobb sent a warm smile at you. “Okay, ‘Just Ti’. My friends just call me Vanth so since I get to call you by your name, you can use mine too. Fair?” You nodded with a grateful smile. It’d be a good idea to make more friends in society especially since this was only the very start of the season and it’s already insufferable. Maybe more companions could make the balls and parties not nearly as dreadful. Maybe you’ll actually want to go without having to be forced to join.

Maybe you’ll find someone-

You took a sip of your lemonade to drown the very thought your adoptive mother drilled into your head your entire life. You weren't going to go looking for “the one”. You are realistic in your fantasies of courtship and marriage. If you found “the one”, it’d happen when you least expected it and that was a big if. You know how rare it is for people to enter a marriage of love. People typically participate in a marriage of convenience where it’s more of a transaction than a union of two people. Oh how you loathed the thought of being stuck with someone you couldn’t stand the sight of much less someone that thought you were merely property instead of a human being.

“-friends with the Prince.” Cara’s voice slowly started to filter back into your head drawing you out of your thoughts and back into the present. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow, lowering your cup from your lips. The Prince?

“I’m sorry, I missed part of what you said. Would you mind repeating it please?”

Cara knew she got your attention even if it was all based on some subconscious curiosity about the mysterious Prince of Mandalore. This was interesting. You didn’t typically find other people very captivating. You stuck to your general solitude and your fencing practice instead of going for a promenade around town like the other ladies. You liked your swords and your bow and arrows way more than you liked humans. With a sly smile and gleam to her eyes, she responded, “I was just saying that Vanth told me that he happens to be close personal friends with the Prince.”

You sent a curious glance to Vanth, as if asking if your friend was telling the truth. “She’s right,” he answered cheerfully. “He actually stayed a few days at my manor to help with a dilemma we were facing not long ago. If it weren’t for him, my manor and all its people would be in ruins. I owe him a great bit.”

You nodded along to the story, a thoughtful expression gracing your features as you thought about what your new friend told you. Reservedly, you asked, “What’s he like?”

Cara looked back up at Vanth while he met her gaze. With a slight nod in his direction, Vanth gathered all of his thoughts. “He’s quiet. Almost intimidatingly so. Well, maybe not almost. He likes to observe more than interact with people unless he needs to. But he’s incredibly thoughtful and loyal. He’s also a fantastic swordsman and archer.”

That piqued your interest even more in this man you’ve never seen, much less even know. He was like you. Almost identical to you. Birds of a feather and all that. Cara felt like she was witnessing a new side to her friend but all you could think about was the possibility of yet another new ally and one that was like you. Someone that wouldn’t drag you places you didn’t want to go because he also didn’t want to go, that’d do archery and fencing with you, to hide from the throes of society with… Oh, what a pleasant thought.

“Can I meet him..?” Your voice was small, almost shy.

Vanth nods enthusiastically. “Of course! I was actually planning on looking for Mando after this song. I’ll lure him over to meet you.”

You give him a grateful nod as he bows and makes his exit. You go to take another small sip before your friend reminds you of her presence during all of that.

“Who are you and what have you done with my Ti?” Cara asks incredulously once she’s sure that Vanth is out of earshot. “You, Miss ‘I don’t like anyone except my amazing and perfect best friend’-”

You interject quietly, “I wouldn’t go that far, Cara.”

“‘Except your spectacular and stunning best friend’,” she says over your comment, “are actually interested in the Prince! This is groundbreaking!”

“I think you’re being completely over dramatic over this. I’m not looking to use him as a plaything like you do with every new guy you spend the night with at every ball we attend,” you say exasperatedly. “I just think we might have a lot in common and I’d love to have more than just one friend to spend time with at these things, Cara. Is that really so wrong?”

With a soft sigh and a shake of her head, you get a response you weren’t actually expecting from her. “Of course it’s not wrong. But it is odd for you to want to have conversations with anyone outside of me, even more so is it odd that you want to do that with the Prince of all people.”

“How so?” You ask with curiosity. “You heard how Vanth described him. It sounded like what I imagine you say to people that ask you to describe me. How could I not be intrigued to get the opportunity to meet him?”

“I hate when you make a valid point,” Cara grumbled under her breath, stealing the half drunk lemonade out of your hand and taking a sip. Her face screwed up at the taste for a split second before she carefully schooled it. “Maybe you can convince the Prince to talk to his aunt about adding more sugar to the lemonade next time.”

You laugh at her comment before thinking about the detail your friend brought up. “His aunt? Isn’t the Queen the one that planned this whole ordeal?”

“Yes Ti, the Queen is the Prince’s aunt. The commonly told story is that when he was just a young boy, his parents were visiting the village when it got attacked and sadly they didn’t make it. He was taken in by the King and Queen as their sole heir to the title since they didn’t have any children themselves. I would say that you must be deaf since you didn’t know all that if I didn’t know the truth that you just don’t pay any attention to gossip.” Cara rolled her eyes in the most unladylike fashion she had showed all night. “This is such common knowledge. It’s genuinely perplexing to me how you can avoid such things when everyone speaks so freely on these topics so often.”

“I just don’t care to eavesdrop on the conversations people around me have. It’s none of my business unless I’m being referenced during it.” You shrugged which caused her to huff quietly into the cup she was holding to her lips. There was the sound of footsteps coming up behind you which gained Cara’s full attention, her eyes lifting up and the glass lowering slowly as she took in the sight.

“Ladies, I hope you don’t mind me returning with a companion.” The voice you were starting to easily recognize as Vanth carried out behind you as you turned to face him and your eyes land on his all knowing grin before traveling to this companion he spoke of.

Oh.

You didn’t know what you had been expecting but he was not it. Your wildest imagination couldn’t have conjured up anything like the man in front of you. He was fairly tall but not too tall, endearingly messy and wavy brown hair falling across his forehead, scruff on his face that really suited him well, a broad and strong build to his body that’s covered in a clearly expensive suit, warm brown eyes that were taking you in just like you were with him-

A throat cleared shakes you and seemingly also shakes the gentleman from your investigation of one another. Who’s throat? You couldn’t say but it was enough to bring you back to the bustling ballroom and remember your manners. Dipping down into a proper curtsey that you know Lady Dune would weep happy tears over, you know for a fact that Cara’s eyes are wide and calculating. She will without a doubt talk your ear off about the motion for the rest of your life or until you do something even more noteworthy.

The gentleman returned it with the most graceful bow you’ve ever seen someone achieve in all your life. Your mind was racing in a million different directions for a brief moment whilst in the back of your mind, you could make out Cara speaking. “Your Highness, this is Duchess Ty Jyrr."

Meanwhile, you could also hear the voice of Vanth speaking but it was all background noise until it was clearly directed towards you so you made sure to pay attention to the Lord. “Your Grace, this is Prince Din Djarin.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Your Grace.” His voice was even better than you could imagine. Rough, yet somehow smooth. Quiet, yet still demanding attention. Charming. Strong. Addicting.

Not the time. Not the place. Not the Prince, for Maker’s sake.

“The pleasure is all mine, Your Highness.” You keep your voice steady to not give yourself away to your audience. Cara is already seemingly onto your curiosity and attitude towards the man you were just introduced to, you don’t need her to think you’re a goner already after one sentence. Keep yourself together. This is a new possible companion, nothing more.

“You know,” Vanth interjects, smirking impishly, “Mando here is a big fan of dancing.” The Prince turns his head as quick as a bullet towards his friend incredulously.

Before he has a chance to open his mouth, Cara’s melodic voice cuts in, “Ti is as well! You two should go dance together! Run along now.” Now it was your turn to try to glare at your best friend but she’s already shoving you in Din’s direction without hesitation. Din catches you before you can think about stumbling, not that you would’ve since if there was one thing Lady Dune couldn’t scold you for, it was how light you were on your feet. Never clumsy or stiff, it was finally something you were known for your gracefulness in.

As the duo of tyrants you and the Prince called your respective friends made their way onto the ballroom floor themselves to dance the night away as they were before you were spotted and ambushed, you were left in the arms of the stranger who you wanted so badly to get to know. Sure, the man was handsome and his voice was like music to your ears but he was meant to only maybe become a confidant to enjoy spending time with while stuck at all the balls you were expected to attend this season. Strictly a friend, nothing more. You weren’t going to mess this up.

You look up at him while taking a small step back to put a respectable distance between the two of you again. You didn’t want to cause a scandalous topic of gossip by being held close to him, his arms around you. You knew they’d spin the story into something unfavorable and you couldn’t possibly want to put yourself in the pathway for such a thing, nor could you possibly think to put the Prince in that situation either. Curse Cara and Vanth for being so careless in their actions.

“We really don’t have to dance together if you’d rather not, Your Highness. I won’t be offended.”

A hand reached out to delicately take the dance card hanging from your wrist, the other reached into his coat pocket to procure a beautiful ink pen which he used to write his name elegantly in not only the first slot of the card, but every single empty slot. In a softer tone than he used to offer his pleasantries to your first meeting, he responds, “It could be fun, plus we could avoid other people if we stay busy together. We could even avoid Cara and Vanth if we danced together the entire time.”

“I like the way you think. Though, what would the Mothers and everyone think of us dancing in front of the entire ball? What about the King and Queen? Surely people will talk.” The King and Queen could find you unworthy of the companionship of their nephew and ban you from speaking to him ever again. You didn’t want that.

“They’ll talk no matter what, so let them.” He then looked slightly hesitant. “Unless this is your way of telling me you don’t want to dance with me, that is.”

“No!” You deny, almost frantically, but not enough so to draw attention to the both of you. “Of course that’s not what I’m saying, Your Highness! I’d love to dance with you. I just didn’t want you to feel like you were obligated to ask me in the first place.”

“I don’t feel obligated,” he says with a slight chuckle. “I’d like to dance with you. It gives us a good opportunity to actually talk without the chance of anyone coming over and interrupting. Plus I do like to dance when the partner I’m dancing with is good company.”

“Well, you’re in luck because I happen to be great company.”

A laugh escaped him. A real one too, not just a small chuckle. It caught you off guard and startled a giggle out of you at the sound. His hand reaches out smoothly, palm up in your direction for you to take (and who were you to deny him that) so you place a hand gently on his. He smiles at you, all charm and warmth, and you’ve never felt more at home than right in this moment with him.

“May I have this dance, Your Grace?”

“You may, Your Highness.” You let him lead you to the dance floor as the last song comes to an end and the band starts a new one. You both do the obligatory bow and curtsy to each other before engaging in a nimble waltz. The two of you spin around in a flurry of softness. There’s decades of shared practice between the two of you and it shows. But since the dance is ingrained in both of your bones, you can have a conversation without worrying about fumbling a step. “It seems like you have done this a few times,” you say with humor lacing your voice.

“Perhaps just a few times,” he responds in a similar jest. “It’s been quite a while since I did it last though, I must confess.” He takes a step forward, causing you to take one back to follow his lead.

“What a shame. I’m sure your last partner was quite charming if you’ve not danced with anyone since then. It’s a great honor that I, of all people, get to be your companion during your return to such a thing.” You step out into a small twirl before returning to him. “What were they like?” You can’t help but utter the question almost silently, as if your subconscious was scared of the truth he might befall upon you. Who is this person that means so much to the man in front of you that he’d stop dancing at every society ball for who knows how long and why wasn’t he dancing with them instead of you?

His hand gently squeezed yours in what you could only assume to be a comforting and grounding way, as if to bring your mind back down to him from wherever it had wandered off to. Another small thing that made you feel like he actually saw you and understood you when no one else ever tried to. “Well, my last ‘partner’ is indeed the epitome of charming but also is a child and stood on top of my feet the whole time. Other than that, any adults I’ve danced with aren’t what I’d describe as ‘charming’, though dull and insufferable could be more aptly applied to their characters.” His soft words reached you as if they were the song you two were dancing around to, wrapping your brain up in smooth warmth and unsuspecting hilarity. A small, unladylike snort escaped you at the verbal jabs he dealt to the unaware ladies surrounding you. He smiled at the noise, stepping a smidge closer to your body but not enough to be considered indecent should anyone look your way. “Thankfully, it seems that my curse of drab dance partners has been broken by you.”

“Oh hush, you’re just saying that. I would dare say that plenty of people would use the word ‘insufferable’ to describe me, including my dearest friend and her mother. Not that I take it to heart, I prefer to be insufferable than to be, what did you call them..? Oh right, ‘dull’ and ‘drab’. So maybe you were correct that I broke that curse. I should like to tell you that you owe me some gratitude but that might be an awfully large thing to ask of Your Highness.” You look up into his eyes, challenging him. Of course, he doesn’t step away from such a blatant dare.

“Should you like me to shout it out for all to hear, or maybe get on my knees to give my appreciation to you, Your Grace?” He teased, making you crack a smile.

Oh, how that would be quite a sight to behold-

You clear your throat, and your thoughts with it. “Just a simple ‘thank you’ should suffice well enough. I see no need to stop our lovely dance to make such a spectacle.” His eyes lock onto yours and you instantly drown in the warm chocolate pools of his irises. Being this up close makes you realize the height difference between the two of you, your head having to be inclined a fair bit to actually look at his face and all the agreeable features it possesses.

“Well then, thank you from the bottom of my heart for making tonight already a million times more tolerable than the last few seasons worth of evenings have been. I am eternally grateful for your company and I look forward to what else the night has in store for us.” And if that doesn’t seal your fate for needing him to stay present in your life, you don’t know what possibly could.

“I could say the very same thing myself.”

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Sacred New Beginnings (14/?)

Summary: James Noble thought he traded away his chance at love and a happy-ever-after when he signed a contract with a record label that turned him into an international celebrity. But a chance meeting in a dive bar may prove him wrong.

Ten x Rose AU

This Chapter: Teen, ~5900 words

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James doesn’t remember the drive home. Apart from his desire to collapse in a boneless heap in his bed, the only thought running through his mind is Rose, and how horribly he had made her feel, yet how kindly she had treated him.

He can hardly believe he had told her he’s falling in love with her, can hardly believe that truth himself. He tries to keep his expectations low, convincing himself that he’ll be okay if Rose says she doesn’t feel the same way, or that the risk isn’t worth the reward, and yet he’s already preemptively mourning her loss.

Without recalling the route he’d taken, James pulls into his dark and empty garage and kills the engine. His house is equally dark and empty—he spares a moment of regret that he had run away from his mum and hinted that he wanted her gone from his home by the time he’d returned. He’ll have to make it up to her and explain everything that happened, but not tonight.

Zombie-like, he trudges to his bedroom, strips down to his boxer-briefs, and buries himself beneath his sheets. Sleep claims him easily, pulling him into a dreamless slumber that he does not rouse from until late the following morning, when the sun is up and his security team are ambling around downstairs, undoubtedly waiting for him to get his lazy arse up.

With the amount of work he’d gotten done yesterday, James is in no rush to get to the studio. He is well ahead of meeting the deadlines as outlined on his contract: he had signed for ten years or five studio albums, whichever came first, and he has already produced three albums over the past five years. He could easily take a year-long hiatus from songwriting and producing, but why would he? Why would he take a break from a job that brings him so much enjoyment?

Though he doesn’t expect to see her name, his heart still sinks when Rose’s name isn’t among the call or text notifications on his phone. Neither is his mother’s, and that, too, sinks his spirits. He opens his text messages with her and types, “I’m sorry I was a twat. Things are complicated right now and I need space to think. Let me take you to dinner this coming weekend? My treat.”

His mother answers almost immediately. It’s always your treat. Let me cook for you instead?

His mum, bless her heart, isn’t the best cook; she’s not awful by any means, but she doesn’t season things as well as they ought, so meals she makes tend to turn out bland. Nevertheless, he replies, “Absolutely. Can’t wait. Saturday at 6?”

I’ll pencil you in.

After that message, half a minute passes before his phone buzzes again.

I worry about you, Jamie. I just want the best for you, and I want you to be happy with your life.

The use of his old childhood pet name twists at his guts. “I am happy, Mum. Most of the time, anyway. Things are just… weird right now. Give me time. I’ll sort it out.”

Did you talk to Rose?

He sighs and rubs the heels of his hands into his sleep-gritty eyes. “Sort of. Things are weird, like I said. I’ll tell you the whole thing later. Promise.”

Okay. Have a good day at work 💖

James closes out of his phone, ignoring the dozens of other messages waiting for him. He pulls on ratty work-out clothes and clomps downstairs, where Jack and River are playing chess at his gargantuan kitchen table. They glance over at him, but wisely make no comments as he pulls on tennis shoes and descends to his home gym.

He works out lazily but for far longer than usual, and only ends his leisurely stroll on the treadmill when his stomach demands food. He powers off his equipment and makes his way upstairs, where Jack and River have shifted to a game of Scrabble.

Finally, as he is brewing a pot of coffee and putting bread in the toaster, River says, “Your mother said you had a rough couple of nights.”

“My mother is over-concerned,” he retorts, then shrugs and adds, “I’m working on it. I’ll be fine.”

“We’re just doing our job. Can’t keep you safe if you’re slipping into self-destruction.”

James winces, recalling the night when Jack had had to rush him to the hospital after a night of self-loathing-induced binge drinking. That had been years ago, and James had never gotten close to that sort of behavior since, not even the bender he’d gone on the night before last.

Still, James knows he has unhealthy coping mechanisms, and he appreciates their concern, however unwanted it is.

“I’ll be fine,” he repeats. “Really. Just a little hiccup is all.”

“Problems in paradise?” Jack asks.

“Sort of. Not in the mood to talk about it, really.”

They both shrug and get back to their game, mercifully leaving him alone for the rest of the morning before escorting him to the recording studio. With the green light from his label, James begins the recording process for the songs that will appear on his next album. There is an itch in the back of his mind, telling him that the album isn’t quite finished yet, but it’s at least 75% there, so he works on the songs he’s sure about and will fill in the gaps as they present themselves to him.

There is no set date for a launch on the record, but James thinks he’ll have it ready for post-production shortly after the holidays. It will be his quickest album by far, with a majority of it having come together in under a month. It’s an odd feeling, being so prolific, and he’s gripped with fear that his label is merely feeding his ego by telling him his new material is wonderful, when it’s actually flaming hot rubbish. It’s only by reminding himself that they won���t make any money if he produces an awful album that he keeps those nasty insecurities at bay.

Rose is woven throughout this album, present in nearly every melody and lyric as James croons love ballads and rasps out the terror of a relationship that’s on thin, breaking ice. For the songs he was allowed to write on his previous albums, he always drew from personal experience for inspiration, but this is the first time an album is capturing his present reality so completely. For a crippling moment, he’s terrified that he’s made a huge mistake, and that he should never, ever, ever let the public into his private thoughts of and experiences with Rose. But when he thinks about scrapping the album to start again, a deep sense of grief and mourning overtakes him, and his mind automatically reconstructs each song as they are. No, he doesn’t think he can throw away what he’s made, but he should at least give Rose the courtesy of telling her that much of the album is inspired by her; if she ever wants to talk to him again, that is.

While he knows she’s busy teaching, it doesn’t stop James from checking his phone every few minutes—🌹Bad Wolf Girl🌹 is never in his notifications. Since he isn’t sure if a message from him would be welcome after she asked for time to think, he doesn’t initiate contact with her and hopes she doesn’t take it as a sign that he has lost all interest in her.

oOoOo

Over the coming week, he buries himself in his work, recording the instrumentation and vocals for his new album between continued publicity for Catalysis. Despite the whirlwind press tour he had done in America, his promotional duties are far from over, since he now has to promote the film here in the UK. James is herded from interview to interview, appearing on radio and television talk shows in equal measures. He performs the main song from the film dozens of times, and it’s a good thing he loves all the music he writes, otherwise he would have grown tired of it.

He doesn’t mind these sorts of publicity events, really. It gives him an excuse to talk about other people, and to praise everyone who worked on the film. Catalysis had gotten good ratings from its American audience, and now everyone in the UK is vibrating with anticipation to also watch it. He wonders if Rose will see it; she’d expressed interest in it when he first told her he was going on a promotional tour, but perhaps this hiccup they’ve run into has soured the film for her.

Because of the nature of the film, love lives tend to come up in interviews. Before, James would have had no problem telling the truth, because the paparazzi usually had already captured most of the details. But now, he has to wrack his brain on how to talk about the relationship he isn’t even sure he has. He already hurt Rose by his blasé comment on the LA red carpet about just having a bit of fun, and he refuses to do that again.

So when a talk show host asks him how he met his current partner, James shrugs and says, “It was a happy accident. I went out for a walk, ended up at a pub, and there she was.”

He can practically see the host’s eyes sparkling with triumph that he has pulled information from him. Deciding to nip any follow-up questions in the bud, James says, “Things are still new and uncertain, so I would appreciate moving on from this subject. Cheers.”

There is no way for the host to politely continue badgering, and the disappointment is palpable as he moves on with his questions for some of the cast about the making of the film (as though they haven’t answered these questions a dozen times over by now).

While James’s response to that interview question has given the paparazzi something to needle him about, he finds he actually doesn’t give a damn about appeasing them. Why had he ever given those sharks an inch, knowing they’ll take a mile? So when his security team guides him to his car to shuffle him to his next interview appointment, James utterly ignores the crowd of paparazzi snapping his photo and shouting questions at him.

“Where did you meet her?”

“On to a female partner this time?”

“What’s her name?”

“C’mon James, you gotta give us something! Don’t be such a tease.”

He flashes them all a saccharine smile and a salute as he gets into the car. Idris glances at him through the rear-view mirror, and it’s only when she’s heard the telltale click of the seatbelt buckle that she pulls into traffic.

Beside him, River casually says, “I approve of your new method of dealing with the paparazzi.”

“I’m tired of their shit,” he says, breathing out a huge sigh and slouching into his seat. “Dunno why it’s taken me so long.”

River rests her hand on his knee and squeezes. “Good. It’s about time.”

When he first entered the public eye, he was terrified of bad publicity, terrified that he would make one wrong move and his record label would drop him before he could even try to atone. He played nice with the press, indulging in all sorts of interviews and answering any ridiculous question the paparazzi shouted at him. He figured being his true, honest self was fine, since he had nothing to hide.

But then as he gained more fame and more invitations to parties and gatherings, where he was able to sample all of the pleasures that came with celebrity status, the press got wind of some of his more unsavory, uncouth behavior. At first, he was embarrassed to have been caught in any number of compromising situations, so he would answer the media’s questions to try to set the record straight about what happened.

And then it became part of his life, having every personal moment broadcast to the world, and he didn’t have the energy to hide from the media or spin tales about his behavior. He no longer cared if his romantic nights were gossiped about, no longer cared if he was photographed drunk or high. His fans still loved him and came to his defense to normalize sex and marijuana usage, or to claim that what he did in his private life was his choice.

But now… now he’s just so tired of indulging the people who wouldn’t think twice about ruining his reputation based on rumors. Let them report what they want, but he’s no longer giving them free access to his life.

“Are you and Rose… okay?” River asks.

Though her eyes never leave the road, James can feel Idris’s attention has shifted to his answer. Jack has even angled himself in the front seat to better hear his response.

“I don’t know,” James admits. “I want us to be. But I made mistakes, and Rose needs time to think about some things. We’ll see.”

River pats his thigh, then directs her focus to Jack to go over the plan for when they make it to the next radio broadcast studio.

oOoOo

The week is long and exhausting, but so prolific that James is proud of what he’s accomplished. Three songs for the album are completely recorded, and he has the instrumental parts for three others recorded as well. He’s riding the high of productivity, so he invites a few friends he knows are in town for drinks at a pub in the middle of London. They all take him up on the offer, and within an hour he’s sat at a booth with some fellow musicians.

There’s Astrid, who is relatively new to the industry. She got her big break a year and a half ago when she won a televised singing competition and was offered a one-album deal from a record label who rents out the same recording studio as his own label. He had met her when they were both working late one night, and he had stopped into her office for a quick chat which morphed into an hour-long conversation about their careers and how overwhelming it had been to go from complete anonymity to an international celebrity overnight.

Then there’s Sally, who has largely flown under the radar but has produced some of the most soothing music he has ever listened to. She has the most enviable work-life balance, putting out a new record every two to three years, then disappearing from the public eye and living off of royalties and album sales until her next one.

Amy also tags along, though she says she has to get home a bit early since she and her husband are off to his parents’ for the weekend.

The four of them take up a private booth at the pub, with their security teams working together to keep the crowds away from them. It doesn’t matter—James sees dozens of phones pointed at them as everyone tries to snag a photograph of them all. Sally utterly ignores them, while Astrid waves brightly from afar. Amy, on the other hand, doesn’t look up from her Amaretto sour and gives them all the middle finger, to a round of raucous guffaws.

“Charming as ever,” he drawls, elbowing her in the ribs.

“I’m Scottish, can’t help it.”

They all nurse their drinks and share a large platter of starters, chatting about their work and lives. Turns out that Astrid just received word that her label signed her on for another contract, this one for three more records. She’s obviously been desperate to share the news, and James and the others shower her in praise and congratulations.

“Well, this is a celebration,” he claims, pressing an enthusiastic kiss to her forehead. “Drinks are on me.”

“Even though she’s the one with the huge signing bonus?” Amy drawls.

“Shush,” he says, pressing his finger to her lips. “We’re celebrating, and the celebratee never pays.”

Amy rolls her eyes, but then she grins and squeezes Astrid’s hands as she says, “That’s great news. Congratulations. Really well done.”

Their server brings them their second round of drinks and takes their order of more food. As James stuffs a nacho into his mouth, his phone buzzes in his pocket and a notification pops up on his smart watch. He’s inclined to ignore it, but a red rose emoji snares his attention, and he fumbles to tap the message on the watch face.

Are you busy? I’d like to talk. Can you come round my place?

James practically jumps out of the booth, garnering him three sets of confused stares.

“So sorry, something’s come up,” he says. “I’ve got to go. We should do this again soon. Astrid, really well done. I’m so proud of you. Sally, always nice to see you; let me know if you ever need anything. Amy… well, I’ll see you next week, probably?”

“Everything all right?” Amy asks.

“Yep,” he says, hoping it’s the truth. “Just some personal matter I need to address. I’ll put our tab on my card, don’t worry about paying.”

Amy lifts her glass in a toast of gratitude, while the other two women verbally thank him. James salutes them, then turns on his heel and disappears from the pub with his security team.

“I’ll drive myself, thanks,” he says, holding his hand out for the keys.

“After two drinks and only a handful of nachos? I don’t think so,” River says, pinning him with a glare that has wilted many an overenthusiastic fan or photographer. “I’ll drop you off.”

“It’s to see Rose,” he presses, gesturing again for the keys. “I feel fine.”

“And I will drop you off,” she emphasizes.

James curses under his breath, but decides to not waste any more time and concedes. He hops into the passenger’s seat and yanks his phone out of his pocket to reply to Rose’s message.

“On my way. I’ll be there in… well, however long it takes to navigate Friday night traffic.”

He then programs Rose’s address into the satnav and tries not to be impatient about the drive to Rose’s flat. He keeps checking his phone, to make sure he read her message correctly and that he isn’t hallucinating that she wants to see him. But no, there it is, for him to reread over and over again, her asking him to come over so they can talk.

He swears it takes over an hour, but it’s only twenty minutes when River pulls up in front of Rose’s building.

“Call me when you’re ready to be picked up,” she says. “I’m on duty until midnight. If it’s after midnight, Danny’s the one on call.”

“Got it,” he says, as though he regularly forgets which of his agents is on the clock for him.

James slams the door shut behind him and practically sprints into the building. The foyer is bustling with evening activity, and he immediately ducks into the stairwell to avoid the gazes of the gaggle of young people.

As he climbs the stairs, he types out a, “I’m on my way up,” message to Rose. He’s huffing and puffing by the time he makes it to the tenth floor, and he takes a moment to catch his breath before going to Rose’s door and knocking.

She opens it after a heartbeat, having obviously been waiting for him. Though the hallway is empty, she ushers him inside and swiftly latches the door behind him.

Then, she spins and smiles shyly. “Hi. Thanks for coming. Er… d’you… d’you want something to drink? Tea?” She chews on the side of her thumbnail, then frowns and says, “Oh, wait, you don’t like tea. I’ve got some wine, if you want.”

“Tea is fine,” he interrupts, hating the nerves that are emanating from her with every rushed word she speaks. “When I’d told you I’m not big on tea, I mostly meant that I would almost always order coffee over tea. But I still drink tea.”

God, now he’s the one rambling like a loon. He takes a breath and repeats, “Tea is fine.”

“’Kay.” She watches him for another moment before shuffling to her kitchen.

He isn’t sure what to do with himself. Should he sit on the sofa? But that would feel weird, when she’s making him tea. Should he offer to help? But it’s not like he can help the water boil faster. So he ends up resting his elbows on her kitchen island, trying not to stare at her and utterly failing. He’s coming to realize she looks beautiful no matter what she’s wearing, be it that magical faerie gown from their date to the Renaissance Faire, or the yoga bottoms and oversized jumper she’s currently wearing. Her hair is pulled up in a loose and messy bun, exposing the graceful arch of her neck, and he has the overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around her waist and plant kisses all along the column of her throat.

God, how he wishes he’ll one day be able to do that.

Before too long, the kettle beeps and Rose turns to him, holding two boxes. “Chamomile, or breakfast tea? Breakfast has quite a bit of caffeine, since it’s my morning tea, but maybe you don’t like chamomile?”

“I like chamomile,” he answers. “Thanks.”

Rose nods to herself, and breathes in deeply. He wishes he could take the tea boxes out of her hands and wrap her in a hug, squeezing her until she melts into him, telling her that it’s just him, that she has nothing to be nervous about.

But he just stands there like an idiot, answering that yes, he would like honey, and no, he doesn’t like milk in his tea. He comes up to her side and can’t help but touch the small of her back ever so briefly before picking up his mug.

“Let’s sit,” she says, gesturing to her small kitchen table.

He does, keeping his feet firmly planted on his half of the floor, so unlike the dinner when they’d made a game of footsie while they ate. He wraps his hands around the ceramic, letting the warmth seep into his palms as he breathes in the smell of her flat. There are subtle hints of vanilla, so faint he probably wouldn’t notice it, except he has had Rose’s scent in his lungs and in his memory ever since the first time he’d held her in his arms.

“How was your week?” he asks, desperate to fill the silence between them.

“Fine. I’ve been reading Romeo and Juliet with my Year Tens. They all hate it,” she says with a fond smile. “To be fair, it’s not my favorite play either. I’ve been trying for years to take it out of my curriculum, but the headmaster won’t budge. Insists it’s a classic and therefore must be taught. I instead use it as a teaching moment about healthy versus toxic relationships, be it romantic or familial.”

“That’s a clever way to spin it.”

Rose makes a noncommittal noise as she sips her tea. “And your week?”

“Fine,” he parrots. “I started recording new music for my next album.” With the pleasantries out of the way, he asks, “So… you wanted to talk?”

She sighs and ducks her head to stare into her tea, as though it holds everything she wants to say.

“Yeah, I… it was a lot to process, what you said,” she admits, cheeks pinkening. 

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way,” he says, even though his heart is already beginning to break at the thought of leaving her flat and never seeing her again. “I just… I clearly miscommunicated so badly that you felt used, and I couldn’t bear that I made you feel that way, and so I wanted to give you the truth. I should have all along, but, well, I was a little in denial. And really, really scared.”

“Scared?” she asks, frowning.

“I’ve lost so many people who think they can handle my life only to realize later that they can’t,” he explains, trying not to pick at those old scars and reopen them. “And it hurts every time.”

Rose’s face softens, and she tentatively reaches across the chasm between them to brush her fingertips over his knuckles, which are nearly white with how hard he’s squeezing his mug. He relaxes his grip and, slowly, so as not to spook her, gives her his hand to hold, if she wants. She doesn’t exactly hold it, just rests her fingers overtop of his. But it’s enough. It’s more than enough. He basks in her touch, aching to thread their fingers together and never let go.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs. “That sounds so hard.”

He takes a drink of tea as an excuse not to look at her.

“I really want to believe everything you told me,” she continues, and James swears he stops breathing. “It’s just… unbelievable. How could someone like you be falling in love with someone like me?”

James frowns at her, and he reverses the positions of their hands until he’s the one covering her fingers.

“Don’t say that. You’re wonderful, Rose. Absolutely wonderful.”

“You don’t even know me,” she protests.

“But I want to. The Rose I’ve come to know over this past month is incredible, and I want to know more of her… I want to know all of her, if you’ll let me.”

Rose stares at him, unspeaking, for several uncomfortable moments. “Why were you in the pub that night we met? Why me?”

James blinks at the non sequitur. “Er, there’s no reason, really. I’d gotten home from a stint in America, my boyfriend had broken up with me, and I needed to get out of my house. I heard the music coming from the pub, decided to give it a try. End of story.”

“Yeah, but you were propositioned by several people,” she presses. “You kept turnin’ ‘em down. So why me?”

James retracts his hand from hers to scrub it over his weary face. “I don’t know, Rose. I don’t know what you want me to say. Those other people that night were plastered, and I mostly wanted to be alone. But then I came back from the loo, and a perfect stranger had saved my seat for me, and she talked to me like I was a person, not some freak show. She laughed with me and danced with me and was kind and normal to me, even after realizing who I was. I didn’t have some sort of ulterior motive that night. I just needed to get out of my house for a bit. Then I found you, and I was enchanted.”

Rose chews on the corner of her mouth, then brings her mug to her lips and sips slowly. He mirrors her, drinking his tea and enjoying the notes of honey mixed with the chamomile.

“How come you didn’t deny what the article said? About me being a rebound? How come you kept playing us off as a bit of fun for you?” she asks. “I don’t like feeling like a secret.”

“Well, would you prefer me to flaunt you to the public and let the paparazzi tear your life apart?” he retorts, and immediately regrets his sarcastic tone.

Before he can apologize, Rose snorts humorlessly. “Guess not. It’s just that I didn’t understand what was happening. I didn’t understand how you could be so sweet and lovely when we were together, but then tell the whole world that you’re playin’ and sleepin’ around with me. That was so humiliating to hear you say that.”

His cheeks burn with remorse and a desperate desire to go back in time and wallop his past self for those comments.

“I didn’t mean it,” he insists, trying to reach for her hand, but she slips it away. “Rose, I swear. I didn’t mean what I said. Well, I did. But not the way you’re thinking. Remember, I thought you wanted casual with me. So I had to keep convincing myself that we were only having fun together. And I wanted to keep you from the media. I didn’t want them to know exactly how I felt about you, because I couldn’t stand it if they found you and treated you the way they treat me.”

“I guess that’s fair,” she mumbles. “Still humiliating though.”

“Then let’s figure out what I can say instead,” he suggests. “I don’t want to hurt you, Rose. And I’m so, so sorry my stupid, thoughtless comments hurt you. What should I say when interviewers ask me about you? Er, I admit I already told one interviewer this past week that I met you in a pub.”

The corner of Rose’s mouth lifts in the ghost of a smile. “Yeah, I heard.” The smile dies as she confesses, “I don’t know what you should tell the media. I’ve never had to think about this before.”

“Neither have I,” he reminds. “Usually my partners are famous, so we don’t need to stay private. But this thing with you—if you want this thing, that is—is precious to me, and I don’t want the media to have it.”

“I don’t know what the answer is,” she confesses, and part of him wilts, because surely she’s going to say that even though he’s great, she can’t handle the stress of him living in the public eye. “I mean… I guess you can keep telling people we’re just casual.”

“No.” His rebuttal is immediate and forceful, and she snaps her gaze to him, confusion pinching the lines of her brow. “I refuse to say that. You’re so much more to me than some random woman I’m having sex with. I refuse to let people think that of you, and honestly, I’m getting tired of that reputation too.”

He pauses for a moment, but then barrels on. “When I first became famous, I was seeing this woman who told the media we were casually dating, but she told me that we were serious and monogamous. She said she always gave vague answers like that to the media. We dated each other for about three months, and her answers to the paparazzi were always the same: that I was just some fun, that she was welcoming me into the spotlight, that she was mentoring me. It messed with my head, because she was laughing at our relationship to the public, but acted completely differently when we were alone. When I couldn’t stand it anymore and asked if we could go public as a committed couple, she said that I was taking our relationship far more seriously than what it was. It was one of the worst feelings in the world to be told I had misinterpreted everything, even though I know what she had told me. And I don’t want to do that to you. I won’t have you constantly questioning and doubting what I tell the media because it’s the opposite of what I tell you.”

Rose looks at him with such heartbreak in her eyes that he feels like she was stripping him naked in front of her. It’s confusing and overwhelming, so he instead stares at his half-drunk mug of tea. A moment later, a soft, socked foot brushes along his ankle. He flicks his gaze to her to see her smiling sadly at him.

“I’m so sorry that happened. Thank you for telling me. That woman was a twat.” Rose continues caressing her toes along his shinbone as she says, “I don’t know how to tell you to deal with the media and interviewers. You’re the expert there. I… I’m going to trust your judgment, I suppose.”

The hopes that James hasn’t dared put too much faith in rise in a crescendo of excitement.

“Does… does this mean you want to keep seeing me?” he croaks.

Rose licks her lips, then nods. “Yeah. I… God, I’ve loved this past month with you. It’s the happiest I’ve been in a long time. I really like bein’ with you.”

The air leaves his body in a long whoosh as he scrambles out of his seat. Her eyes bug when he kneels in front of her, but then when he opens his arms for her, she understands. She pulls him to his feet and flings her arms around his neck, clinging to him. He gathers her as close as he can and tucks his nose into her hair, breathing her in.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank you. God, I’m so sorry, Rose. I’m so sorry for everything.”

“So am I. I didn’t mean to make you feel unimportant. I’m sorry.”

“Neither did I. Let’s start over, eh? Hi, I’m James. You might recognize me from the dozens of posters of my face splattered across the city.”

Rose laughs and holds him tighter, releasing the knots of tension that have been snared around his stomach all week.

“Hi, I’m Rose, a random schoolteacher,” she says, a grin evident by the warmth in her voice.

“Nice to meet you, Rose. Will you be my girlfriend?” he asks, holding his breath as he awaits her response.

She finally pulls her face out of his neck to look at him. Her eyes trace every contour of his face, drinking him in as her fingertips brush along the nape of his neck, stroking the fine hairs there.

“You’re serious about this?” she confirms, though with how quietly she’s speaking, James isn’t sure if she’s addressing him or herself. She locks eyes with him and asks, “You… you said you might be falling in love with me?”

He nods silently, wondering if someone like her could, one day, be able to love someone like him.

“Okay,” she murmurs, leaning in to press her forehead to his. Their breaths meet in the small space between them, the moment so intimate he never wants it to end.

Rose angles her face down, capturing his lips in the gentlest, sweetest kiss he has ever had. It melts his bones and sends heat searing through his bloodstream, screaming at him to hold her closer, to kiss her more deeply and let those kisses tell her everything his brain is incapable of putting into words.

But he doesn’t, he keeps the pressure soft, molding his lips to hers over and over again as they exchange dozens of little kisses until he has lost track of time. He ducks his hands beneath the hem of her jumper to touch her bare back, holding her to him because he can’t bear to let her go again. She, meanwhile, cradles his neck with one hand while her other cups his cheek, feathering her fingertips lightly over his day-old stubble.

After an immeasurable moment, Rose pulls away. Her cheeks are deliciously pink, and she’s smiling so tenderly at him that he feels like the most important person in her world.

 “Okay,” she repeats, brushing her thumb along his tingling bottom lip, “let’s see if we can fall together.”

#ficandchips #dwfic #doctor who #ten x rose #ten x rose au #james x rose #romance #angst #my fic #sacred new beginnings #hopefully people see this 🥴 #what with the new ep tonight and all

[heexseung]

VIV OH MY GOSH SIIISSSSS YOU’RE BACK!!!!!! BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER OMGGG!!! 😳 you know………I was just thinking about you the other day because I had finally submitted ✨ my debut fic ✨ and asked jan if you were still around because i absolutely KNOW you’d go nuts and would’ve had a field day if you saw it.

I was the same anon who sent in all the submissive dilf x dom spoiled princess wife asks about minhyun, jay, and various other idols 😘😘😘😘 i decided to reveal myself after so long coz i was extremely busy with school, mental health, and other commitments. however, i FINALLY graduated uni and i’m now in the workforce daahhhllinggg!!!

I missed u and ur sub enha fics so much and I’m glad to see a creative mastermind like you back on tumblr and in a better headspace. hope you’ve been doing well💗

OMGGGGG AS SOON AS I SAW THE PINK AND SPARKLES, I KNEW IT WAS YOU !!!!! HELLOOOO AND HAPPY BDAY BBY 🥹💘💕💖💞💗💘💞💖💞 hope you have the bestest of days today !! TREAT URSELF LIKE A QUEEN BC U R ONE FR FR 🤩

i missed u sm and wondered how you were doing too !! i'm glad to hear you seem to be doing well 🧸 AS U SHOULD, congrats on graduating and getting a job omggg slay 🥳

AND HELLO ????? A SUB JAY FIC ?????? OMGGGGGG I WILL READ IT ASAP BUT I AM 1000% SURE IT'S GONNA BE ✨️AMAZING✨️ CONGRATS ON PUBLISHING YOUR FIRST EVER FIC AAAAAAA IM HAPPY AND PROUD OF U 🥹💖💕💗

thank you for remembering me and the lovely welcome back !! here is a pic of minhyun as CELEBRATION 🎊🎊🎊 you dont know how long i had to scroll just to find this pic 😭 but it's worth

#📬；inbox !!

[oraclekleo]

To be honest, you're one of my favorite tarot readers; your readings are always outstanding. I don't think you're doing anything wrong; it's a lot of fun and entertaining. To be honest, you're the only tarot reader who would discuss such subjects, and I wouldn't be embarrassed to ask about my celebrity crushes lol. Doing serious topics is fun, but sometimes we just want to get away from the real world, even if only for a second, and I think your readings just pique my interest so much; sometimes I'm really tired of asking for things like my career or FS, but I just want something fun, and your readings are exactly that. Ngl, your writing is also absolutely stunning. Honestly I think it's my fault for not showing this often, so apologize for that I will do it more often. 💗

Hello!

I can't even say how this warms my heart. (And it's needed because my dog is a norse breed and it's 14°C here in my flat now).

I'm really happy that you like my posts the way they are.

Unfortunately the hard data speak loud and clear.

I have posted over 1000 posts so far and yes, many of them are responses to comments but still... My guess is that there are at least 500 actual tarot readings posted.

And I have over 800 followers.

And yet... The data from past 3 months show that the only post that reached 3-digit figures was Jaehyun... And it's the very lowest 3-digit figure bar.

I have spent 3-5 days on the Idols after dark posts and the results are 13 and 17 likes, comments and reblogs? That's sad.

I mean... It clearly tells me I must be doing something wrong.

And honestly, if someone doesn't tell me what can I actually improve, I will consider my efforts to be underappreciated and I will just stop with them completely.

I mean... Tarot is my hobby and I do it mainly for myself but this really makes me sad. So... Maybe people don't like what I do. Maybe they don't wish me to spam their timeline. I don't know because apart from like 3-5 people, my followers don't communicate with me in any other way than sending requests and asking for help. And when I ask for cooperation 800 people go silent!

So yeah...

Anyway! I'm so grateful for you responding to my call for help and I'm genuinely so happy you like the content.

It's only not really worth it to create 1000 posts for 3-5 people who will actually respond to me.

I'll make some more analysis, record the time that's needed to actually post one reading and evaluate how I feel about the effort : appreciation ratio. 😊

Thank you so much for your feedback! 💖

Kleo

#oracle kleo #feedback

[musette22]

Two things, firstly; Sebastian's generosity. What I love about this is that it is truly genuine. It's not about getting praise and recognition, but just about helping others. He only posts (posted) about some of his charities to make it more known, to help the charity gain a wider public and with it more help, not to pat himself on the back.

Secondly; the boys love life. Your post about how you won't comment on it is great. This is their love life and matters to them and only them. I've blocked so many people for saying negative things about the relationships, but mainly people saying nasty things about the women involved. Digging through years worth of posts tho find something she said or did years ago, take it out of context, to then hold this over their heads, spreading hate. I don't get where these people even get the time! I don't even have time to perform my hobbies properly! If the guys are happy, I'm good. People need to stay away from celebrity's private life, period. Regardless of their relationship status. What they do in their private life is none of our business!

Well said! I fully agree with you on both counts. Sebastian is such a generous soul and he really only does it to help, not for clout. That's how you know he's a real one 💖 And you're absolutely right about the second thing too - wish all 'fans' would read those last few lines and live by them! 🙏🏻

#sebastian stan #minnie answers

[cable-knit-sweater]

MAYAAAAAA, BABY BOO 💖🌟❤️🌟💋💞💫CONGRATULATIONS on 1k followers!!!!!!!!

You are SUCH an incredible person, and your blog is one of my absolute faves to follow on here, and I am SO glad so many people agree with me!!! 🥰💖 Thank you for being to best and for all the incredible content you bless us with, and having such a big part in why this is a place worth being, where we can all yell and cry and jump up and down about our boys together 🙏🏻 It wouldn't be the same without you, and you deserve to be celebrated always, but especially when reaching such a lovely milestone 🙌🏻😘

I LOVE YOU ❤️ Here's to thousands more, honey!!! You deserve them (us) all 🥳🥳🥳🥳

MINNIEEE, my loveeee 🥺💛💛💛💛💛, thank you SO much!!!

YOU are an incredible person, and this is so damn sweet, thank you so much for being the best, for being so kind, and for being my friend 😭💕💕💕 YOU make being here so much fun, and such a wonderful experience, and everything you said about me holds twice as much for you!! I don’t deserve you really 🥺

You’re one of my favs too, and I wouldn’t know what to do without out your. Your support means SO much time, I love you so god damn much 🥺💕💕💕💕💕

#maya answers #people are so nice??!? #minnie 💕💕💕

[domjaehyun]

i think i'm gonna save all the jaehyun talk for the end because there's a lot to unpack. FIRST OFF, haechan and jeno's additions to the story plssss i was obsessed. the scene where johnny and jaemin walk into the house greeted by dead silence because everyone's trying to figure who oc was getting absolutely plowed by HAD ME CRACKING UPPP. omg i loved how jaemin and oc's sex tape was brought up again and jaemin made jeno sit and watch followed by that little photoshoot moment. oc better than me, i would've jumped jeno so fast and made another tape. haechan stepping into the house and immediately calling oc a milf made me laugh as well like that part was very lee-haechan-coded. and hello??? the kitty thing with johnny and jungwoo really stirred something in me like WHAT IS PURRING... the mark and jaehyun THREESOME oh you were so bad for that, i loved every second of it. there's something very sexy about those two being competitive idk idk maybe it's just me. when haechan hinted at "celebrating" quarantine being lifted LMFAOOO our poor oc, she would not last during that.

okay… WHEW jaehyun... i always knew it was gonna be him over mark. I HATE TO SAY IT I REALLY DO but my intuition is always right. i was so chronically attached to the scene in qc2 where minhee sent jaehyun a nude and oc stormed off, only for jaehyun to come in to make it up to her. AND THEN the whole laying in silence while interlocking pinkies and not being able to utter a word so they just stay there while all their feelings wash over them YEAH tell me that wasn't THE scene of the entire series. the very ending line of them holding pinkies while walking to lunch, idk if that was intentional on your part but i like what you did there. and can we pls talk about oc ignoring jaehyun which led to their first sex scene of qc3 to be the whole "i miss you" moments. you had me then and there. and fuck man domestic jaehyun watching edgar, i want him badlyyyyyyyy. cannot i would've thrown hands at jaehyun when he invited minhee over. POOR GIRL HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING ON. but ofc jaehyun had to pull the "i just wanted you to notice me" BABE WE ALL NOTICE YOU CMONNNNN my heart was so full reading jaehyun's confession like i just about burst into tears as well damn. and then oc's confession pls she is so cute, i'll miss her. and i'm glad they knew all the others in the house were strictly just fuck buddies and that mark fully acknowledged that sometimes a good friendship isn't worth ruining by getting into a relationship. oc's character development from refusing to share her yogurt with jaehyun to offering it to him all by herself i could cry.

anyways VERY NICE JOB QC SERIES WAS SO FUN icb it's been out since 2020, i've really been here for a while :o - 🍪

the serotonin this message gave me….unreal okay this might be a lil long i wanna address everything .

I HAD TO ADD THEM IM GLAD YOU UNDERSTAND :’) and that scene made me laugh so i’m glad you laughed too 😁 ALSO i love writing jeno as shy / awkward it was fun for me :D

HAECHAN HAD TO DO IT!! HES THE ONLY ONE WHO WOULD!! and omg the kitten scene…yeah that was rly something…. yeah…. 🧌 (feels shy) THE THREESOME WAS ALSO RLY SOMETHING idk what comes over me sometimes . and YEAH PLUS MINHEE WAS THERE AND. would’ve been weird vibes yknow?

OMG YEAH THAT WAS A TURNING POINT :O i’m glad you realized it :D their linking pinkies again was entirely intentional yes i’m v glad you noticed :’) YEAH AVOIDING HIM DIDNT LAST LONG…. they couldn’t stay away from each other 💖 THAT EDGAR SCENE WAS SUPPOSED TO ECHO THE SCENE WHERE HE TALKED ABOUT ADOPTING A PET IN QC2 :D

fun fact mc and jaehyun were supposed to argue and that’s how his confession was gonna come out but when i got them in the same room they didn’t wanna fight 😭😭😭😭😭 like i just couldn’t make it happen so i was like okay what do YALL want and then that couch scene happened :) also minhee was never an enemy i tried to make that obvious she was more of a catalyst unintentionally :p

HER CONFESSION WAS SO SILLY BUT VERY LIKE HER I THINK and yeah i wanted to make that distinction :D i didn’t want her to lose mark yknow? and her sharing the yogurt. u know what that is? GROWTH!!

THANK YOU I’M HAPPY YOU LIKED IT!! yeah it’s rly been a while 😟😟 glad i finally got it out!!

#answered #anon #qc3 spoilers #🍪

[meowzfordayz]

This may be a silly request. I decided to knit my boyfriend a sweater and like I tried my best but when I gave it to him he thought I bought it and went on about how I should return it because it looked awful and was laughing. I didn’t have the heart to say I did it and it shattered my heart 🥲Is it possible you could write a lil something of how the hashira men react to an f reader giving them a sweater they made for them? I feel silly requesting something so dorky.

Hiya! 😁 Your suggestion isn't silly, and I'm grateful I got to write gifting them a handmade sweater — hashira men for you! 💝

As for my ~opinion(s) regarding your bf's reaction... 😖

On one hand, I've def shit talked ~unappealing designs when browsing TJ Maxx or whatever 😂, but straight up shit talking a gift from the get go is, imo, #not it. It's difficult for me to give ~advice w/o further details (& I recognize you may not desire advice anyway, in which case I simply hope my writing comforts you 🥺), but I'd say: if he's usually blunt/playful, then perhaps give him the benefit of the doubt? More of my pondering below...

Anywho, sending you appreciative and celebratory vibes, bc I appreciate you, and you're absolutely worth celebrating !! 🥳💖

Honesty can be helpful/well meaning, and sometimes ppl just don't realize how hurtful they're being. I don't mean to justify his behavior, but maybe he's pickier about gifts than previously communicated, or would've been kinder had he immediately known it was handmade. Again: imo, shit talking a gift from the get go is #not it, but I've def witnessed other ppl expressing explicit distaste for gifts (flashback to the most recent holiday season when my partner's older brother aka a full grown adult complained about receiving nice socks to the person who gave them said socks bc he didn't want 'em 💀). Ofc, that was among family, and it was clear that such forwardness from him wasn't uncommon, albeit still rude.

Point being: if your bf's someone that, at the end of the day, you're willing to be patient w/, then I'd sit him down and tell him how you feel. Whether he listens, is defensive, is apologetic, etc, will tell you all you need to know about his underlying attitude/intent.

#suggestion