#You're Enchanting playlist

[avis-writeshq]

summary: "drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain."/"kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain." The first time you meet Spencer Reid, you swore that you could feel the sparks fly. You figured that it would be unreasonable to ever consider him to be anything more than a friend, and in a moment of selflessness you tell yourself that you are perfectly fine in that position. As time goes on, the line between romantic and platonic love begins to blur indefinitely. But it would be ridiculous to think that the resident genius would feel anything for you... right?

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, mutual pining, happy ending warnings: rated 16+ for canonical criminal minds trauma, drugs/relapsing, torture, therapy, panic attacks/night terrors, guns, death, ‼️always read each fic's individual warnings for triggers‼️ taglist [CLOSED]: here playlist: here status: complete

main masterlist || ao3

bonus! 00 — l.d.s.k

in other words, the first time spencer calls you 'angel'. // wc: 2.2k

part of my 2023-2024 milestone event! you can find it here!

01 — better than revenge

“she’s not a saint, no, she’s not what you think. she’s an actress.” 

you thought you were past the immature arguments now that you're an adult. you thought you left those in high school, or even college. maybe you thought you did. apparently, spencer thought otherwise. // wc: 10.4k

02 — haunted

“something’s gone terribly wrong, you’re all i wanted.”/“you’re not gone, you can’t be gone.”

it wasn't supposed to be like this. it was supposed to be a normal open-shut case. but people are unpredictable and you're left picking up the pieces as you work yourself to the grave. // wc: 10.1k

03 — labyrinth

“uh oh, i’m falling in love”/“thought the plane was going down, how’d you turn it right around?”

everything hurts. it's understandable, after everything he's went through. spencer wishes that he could erase every one of his scars. he wishes he could stop chasing the highs and embrace the lows. but at least he has you. // wc: 3.8k

04 — you are in love

“you can hear it in the silence.”/”you can hear it on the way home.”/”you can see it with the lights out.”

spencer didn't think that something like this could happen. no, rather, he wanted to deny the fact that something like this could happen. but all he can think about is you. in other words; the four times spencer wants to kiss you, and the one time he wishes he did. // wc: 3.4k

05 — enchanted

“please don’t be in love with someone else”/“please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”

the line drawn in the sand that was once supposed to be an invisible boundary to never cross is washed away by the sand. these are the kind of lines where you could never go back to should you cross them; and yet here you are, so scared to see the ending as the two of you pretend that this is nothing. // wc: 4.9k

06 — untouchable

“come on, come on, say that we’ll be together”/“i’m caught up in you.”

so close and yet so far. maybe in some twisted way, you are each other's romeo and juliet, doomed from the beginning. or maybe you are each other's hamlet and ophelia, the tragedy of a love that never really was. // wc: 4.3k

07 — wildest dreams

“he’s so tall, and handsome as hell”/”his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.”

never in your wildest dreams did you think that you would be privileged enough to experience something so good. spencer reminds you that these things are reality. // wc: 3.3k

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taglist [CLOSED]: here

[luvyeni]

LUCIFER ✦ ( 02z series masterslist & intro )

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ demon!02z x female!reader

𓄷 warnings 𓈓 murder (sunghoon has a back story and your grandma had some problems). death. supernatural themes. pwp. some angst. some fluff. will add more if needed...

genre. smut mdni. supernatural au. demon au.

nia's notes. a few weeks ago i got an ask to do a fic based on lucifer— so why not make it a series? the song gives me demon vibes idk why, but i hope everyone who reads it will like it,, all the fics will have bits and pieces from each other, but you can read stand alone if you want. ENJOY!!!

(🎧) ...playlist: lucifer ( 02z ), fatal trouble ( enhypen ), bite me ( enhypen )

TAGLIST. ASK TO BE ADDED !

THE DEMON IN MY CLOSET ...

wc. 6.1k+

synopsis. a week into moving into your deceased grandmother's mansion; everything goes smoothly; you've gotten most of your grandmothers things out of the house; still wearing the necklace you found everything is going good— except the door to your closet that won't stay closed.

𓄷 warnings smut mdni. mentions of abuse. mentions of death. oral (f. receiving). unprotected sex. softdom jake.

STATUS: READ HERE

THE DEMON IN THE KITCHEN ...

wc. 5.2k+

synopsis. sunghoon didn't want anything to do with you really; the only reason why he agreed is because jay had the upper hand on his vote. he hated your grandmother, he wished he could avoid you forever— so why is he currently sitting in your kitchen wondering why you've come home late?

𓄷 warnings... smut mdni. mentions of murder. sunghoon actually hates you. attempted murder ( twice ). reader likes some weird stuff. sexual tension. oral ( m. receiving ). rough sex. degradation.

STATUS: READ HERE

THE DEMON IN MY MIRROR ...

wc. 4.7k+

synopsis. he watches you through the mirrors of the house; watches how you interact with the boys, even sunghoon. he's enchanted by you; you're meant to be his; theirs, he can feel it— knowing that your time is almost up here, it's time he finally introduces himself.

𓄷 warnings jay is half human. mentions of a curse. jay is guiding her in her head. exhibition kink? mutual masturbation. oral ( m. reciveing ). unprotected sex.

STATUS: READ HERE

FOREVER OURS ...

wc.

synopsis. it's your last week here; you have a decision to make; will you put the necklace away leaving them behind— or will you start your new life in the city; not with your parents but with three new demons???

𓄷 warnings foursome, oral ( m & f receiving ), unprotected sex, breeding kink, rough sex , double penetration, lots of cum, heavy degradation

STATUS: READ HERE

you were freshly graduated from college; you should be spending your last summer as a non working adult having fun with your friends— hell doing an internship for your future company; anything really, anything would be better than this. because instead of doing any of that; you were stuck going to the middle of wherever emptying out your dead grandparents mansion.

“I didn't know the lady.” you tried to complain about it to your parents. “Mommy, this was your parents, why can't you do it?” your mother and her mother; your grandmother, never really got along growing up; your grandmother never approved of your father, so it put a strain on their relationship, which resulted in your mother moving out and moving to the city. She then married your dad and had you a year later.

you met your grandmother; well your grandmother met you, because your eyes were barely open, having been on earth a month when your mom came back home so your grandparents could meet their only grandchild, your mom told you that was the last time you saw your grandparents— they did send christmas presents, and birthday cards with a hefty check in it. “I didn't know anything about her except she was extremely generous when it came to money.”

your grandfather passed when you were five, that was the last time your mother went back, for his funeral. Instead of going into a home, your grandmother chose to stay in the huge home; by herself and live out the rest of her days, which she did; she died in her room, being found by her caretaker in the early morning.

The funeral was small; and you were being nice by saying that— it was only you and your mother; your father didn't bother to show, the lady didn't like him. Why would he bother? After putting her in the ground next to her husband, your mother was ready to put that part of her life to rest finally… that was until you got her will in mail.

“Everything?” your mouth hung open. “She's giving you everything? I thought she hated you?” your mother scoffed. “she didn't really have a choice, she cut all her family off; and she would rather be buried with the money than to give it to a charity.” your mother said. “at least she left you some.” she pointed. “to my granddaughter— she couldn't even remember your name.”

That's how your parents were able to retire early, with the huge settlement of money and new house, they decided to settle down and live out the rest of their days in solitude. “So why can't you do it?” you said, your mother turned to you as seriously as ever. “she died in that house, she was a spiteful woman, the type to find a way to become a ghost just to haunt me just in case I brought your father in the house” she said. “I want you to go up there and clear it of all her things and then we'll be up there in the early fall.”

That's how you found yourself driving up the extra long driveway to the huge mansion; the vines growing up the walls really added to the ghostly aesthetic. “she had a caretaker but not a gardener?” you parked right in front of the house, getting out of the car. “This house is scary.”

“Girl, we're having so much fun!” Your friend, Yeji, yelled into the phone. “really?” you said sarcastically. “I could totally hear you over the blasting music in the background.” you heard her giggle, before she told you to hold on. “Okay I'm alone.” The low music confirmed that. “Did you make it up there safely?”

You settled on a room, it was huge much like the rest of the house, unpacking the clothes you would need for the rest of the summer. “Is the house nice? Does it come with a pool?” You scoffed; “this house was made in the 1600’s , no it doesn't have a pool.” you said. “and it's okay, if you like creepy dim lighting and cold hallways even though it's 84 degrees outside.”

“Yikes.” she said, you nodded. “Yeah, this lady was loaded, but god did she not have any taste.” your face turned up in disgust. “Hopefully my parents will brighten this place up when they get here.”

After talking to yeji a bit, you let her go back to the party; at least one of you could enjoy the summer— meanwhile you had to find someone to eat. You weren't stupid the town was like a 30 minute drive out, so you made sure to pick up enough groceries to last you at least a week on your way here. Looking through the options, you settled on ramen; cause there was no way you were cooking anything else after a 5 hour long drive.

taking your bowl of noodles, making your way back to the room, you pass the many portraits of your mother as a child and a teenager— for your mother and grandmother to never get along, there surely were many; after making it back to your room, sitting the bowl on the nightstand.

Unfortunately there was no wifi, but you had data so that was good; you'd definitely had to change that wifi situation soon though, your mother was just obsessed with the Internet as you, there was no way she was coming here without it. Eating your noodles, scrolling through the stories with envy in your eyes, of all your friends enjoying their summers.

After finishing your food, and making yourself depressed; you decided to just go to bed, and start fresh in the morning— where you actually had to clean out her things.

The next morning you woke up at 11:30 feeling a little better than before, starting your day with a shower since you didn't have one in the morning; stripping yourself of your clothes, stepping into the warm shower, letting the water hit your skin, you let out a sigh of satisfaction; at least the water made you feel better.

after cleaning yourself; getting rid of yesterday, you stepped out of the shower, the foggy mirror in front of you. turning around to turn the water off— you turned around to face the mirror again. “what the fuck.” squinting your eyes, you rubbed them. certainly that wasn't a fucking person in the mirror. You quickly wrapped a towel around your body, wiping the fog off the mirror, your own reflection still there. “Great, not even 24 hours later and I'm already going nuts.”

You got dressed; deciding to finally tour the house— it was beautiful, despite the haunted nature of it; the furniture a bit outdated for your taste, but your parents will love it. you made your way to her bedroom; almost scared to go in— she died in there anyone would be scared. you pushed your worries aside, pushing the door open; walking inside.

The bed had been made after her passing, but everything else was still in the same place according to the caretaker. You started by stripping everything from the bed, throwing the sheets in the trash, emptying all her drawers; your mom said you could keep any jewelry she had, and she'll give the rest away to your cousins on your father's side. you then moved to her closet, separating all the clothes that you were keeping and the ones you were giving away, and finally the ones that you were tossing.

About 2 hours later you were done separating everything, putting the donation boxes in your car to take into town, throwing the clothes in the trash at the end of the long driveway. you kept a lot of things, turns out she kept a lot of clothes and her style wasn't that bad. “I’m gonna need a new suitcase.” you said to yourself.

You scrubbed everything down in her room; per your mothers request. “Yes mommy, I got rid of her ghost.” You rolled your eyes when she called to ask. “Great, is everything else okay?” you hummed. “Well despite the no wifi and being completely alone, yes.” You said. “Well we're still trying to sell here, we've found a realtor.” you let her go on and on, until she'd managed to talk for 2 straight hours— your stomach rumbling being the thing to interrupt the conversation. “Gosh love , have you eaten today?”

“I had some yogurt for breakfast.” you could hear her sigh. “It's 5:30 y/n and all you've eaten was yogurt?” She questioned. “Well I've been busy cleaning up your mothers home.” You said, she laughed. “Thank you, my daughter.” you mocked her. “Seriously honey, get yourself something to eat, I will call again.” you hummed. “And don't leave those clothes in your car, take them to the goodwill.” you nodded. “okay.” you hung up. “Really let's get you something to eat.”

After showering for the nights— luckily your eyes didn't create delusions this time, you settled on ordering take out, luckily someone was willing to bring you a pizza. “Thank you.” You handed the delivery guy the money. “Is this your new house?” he looked up. “My parents.” you said, he handed you the pizza box. “Scary.” was all he said before walking away. “Yeah.” You closed the door.

Taking your pizza back to your room; you almost made it back to your room— when you noticed the door to your grandmother's room was still open. “Hmm?” You were certain you closed it, you went to close it— but something caught your eyes on the dresser. It was a jewelry box. you don't remember putting that there; you don't even remember seeing it before.

You picked up the box, taking it with you to your room; sitting it on the nightstand. You finished your pizza; making an appointment on your phone to have wifi installed. “Sorry grandma, you might've lived in silence, but I need tv.” You finished the last bit of pizza, taking the box to the kitchen, returning back to your room, climbing under the covers; the wooden jewelry box still sitting on the nightstand.

You reached over, grabbing the box; it looked pretty old. You stopped admiring the details on the box; opening it. A thin silver necklace with a red and black pendant sitting in the box; it was the only thing in the box. You picked up the necklace, examining it. The necklace was beautiful, probably the prettiest piece that you took from your grandmother— yes of course you were gonna keep it, you wouldn't dare let your destructive ass cousins destroy something as beautiful as this. “Thank you grandma.”

You sat the box in between your legs, unhooking the necklace, placing it around your neck, snapping it. “Let's see.” you picked the box up, looking into the mirror. “So pretty.” You smiled, closing the box, sitting it back on the nightstand, yawning.

reaching over; you turned the light off; pulling the covers over your body, touching the pendant one last time before you fell into a deep sleep…

So unaware of what you had just done; who you just awakened, what you just invited into your life…

©️LUVYENI

[manifestationsofasort]

Things to put in your book of shadows

Of course, only put in your book of shadows/grimoire what you want. If you don't want to put certain subjects in your book then that's fine. It's your book, utilize it how you want. This is just a masterlist of ideas that I've put together. Feel free to add anything else to the list that I may have missed, because there's absolutely no way I included everything.

And for the love of all the gods, if you come across a closed entity or practice, don't try to work with the entity or practice if you're not already part of that group or tradition. You can research it but don't practice it.

+ A blessing and/or protection

+ A table of contents

+ About you:

Your current path

Your personal beliefs

Your spiritual journey

Favorite crystals/herbs/animals

Natal chart

Craft name

How you got into the craft

Astrology signs

Birthday correspondences (birth tarot card, birth stone, etc)

Goals (if you have any)

Anything other relating to your personal practice

+ Safety

Fire safety

What NOT to burn

Plants and oils that can be toxic to your pets

What crystals shouldn't be in water, sunlight, etc

Things that shouldn't be put out in nature (salt, glass, etc)

Potion safety

How to incorporate blood safely

+ Core concepts:

Intention and how it works

Directing energy

Protection

Banishing

Cleansing

Charging

Shielding

Grounding and centering

Visualization

Consencration/Blessing

Warding

Enchanting

Manifestation

+ Correspondence

Personal correspondence

Crystals and rocks

Herbs and spices

Food and drink

Colors

Metals

Number

Tarot card

Elemental (fire, water, air, earth)

Trees and woods

Flowers

Days

Months

Moon phases

Zodiac

Planets

Incense

Teas

Essential oils

Directions (north, south, east, west)

Animals

Local plants, animals, etc

Dream symbology

+ Different practices

Practices that are closed to you (some examples below)

Voodoo and Hoodoo **Closed**

Santeria and Brujeria **Closed**

Shamanism and native american practices **Closed**

Wicca and wiccan paths

Satanism, both theistic and non-theistic paths

+ Different types/practices of magick

Pop culture magick

Technology magick

Chaos magick

Green witchcraft

Lunar magick

Sea witchcraft

Kitchen magick

Ceremonial magick

Hedge witchcraft

Death witchcraft

Grey witchcraft

Eclectic witchcraft

Norse witchcraft

Hellenic witchcraft

Animism

+ Deities

The deity/deities you worship

Different pantheons (the main five are Celtic, Roman, Greek, Egyptian and Norse, all open)

Deities and pantheons that are closed to you

Common offerings

Their epithets

Their mythology

Their family

Deity worship vs deity work

Prayers and how to make your own

Deity communication guide

Devotional acts

Ways to get closer to them

+ Other spiritual entities

Angels

Ancestor work

Spirit guides

The fae

Demons

Familiars

House spirits, animal spirits and plant spirits

Other various folklore entities

Spirit etiquette

Cemetery etiquette

Setting boundaries with the spirits

Communication guide and etiquette

Grounding, banishing, protection and cleansing, aka: "Spirit work safety guide"

How they appear to you

Common offerings

Circle casting

+ Divination

Tarot cards

Oracle cards

Tarot and oracle spreads

Pendulum

Numerology

Scrying

Palmistry/palm reading

Tasseography (Tea leaf reading)

Rune stones

Shufflemancy (Shuffling of a playlist)

Dice divination

Bibliomancy (Randomly picking a phrase from a book)

Carromancy (Melted wax)

Pyromancy (Reading flames)

Psychic abilities

Astrology

Aura reading

Divination via playing cards

Lenormand 

Sacred geometry

Angel numbers

+ Other types of magick

Candle magick

Crystal magick

Herbalism/herbal magick

Glamour magick

Hexing

Jinxing

Cursing

Weather magick

Astral work

Shadow work

Energy work

Sigils

Art magick

Knot magick

Crystal grids

Color grids

Music magick

Charms, talismans and amulets

+ Spellwork

What makes a spell work

Basic spell structure

What NOT to do

Disposing of spell ingredients

Revitalizing long term spells

How to cast spells

What to put in spells (See correspondence)

Spell mediums- Jar spells, spoken spells, candle spells, sigils, etc

Spell timing

Setting up a ritual

Taglocks: What they are and how to use them

+ Holidays and Esbats

Yule

Imbolc

Ostara

Beltane

Litha

Lughnasadh/Lammas

Mabon

Samhain

The 12 full moons (Esbats)

How to celebrate

Deity specific holidays

+ Altars and tools

What they are

The different types and their uses (travel altar, working altar, deity altar, ancestor altar, etc)

What you can put on your altar

What you use your altars for

Common tools in witchcraft

How to use the tools

Food and drink

Common herbs in recipes

Sabbat recipes

Moon water: What it is and how to use it

Potion bases

Tea magick

How to get your herbs

Foraging

+ Mental health and self care

Bath magick

Affirmations

Burnout prevention

Aromatherapy

Stress management

Mental health coping mechanisms

+ History of witchcraft

+ Dream records

+ How to differentiate between the magickal and the mundane

+ Calendar of celestial events (Esbats, retrogrades, etc)

+ How to dry herbs and flowers

+ What chakras actually are and how they work within Hinduism

+ History and traditional uses of reiki

+ The witches' alphabet

+ The runic alphabet

+ Common witchcraft terms

+ Common symbols in witchcraft

+ Your own witch tips

+ Good witchcraft books and authors to avoid

+ Any online resources you utilize often

[i23kazu]

GENSHIN MEN & SHARING TENDER MOMENTS W/ YOU .

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe alhaitham x reader genre. romantic fluff! an. you're everything. he's just ken. it will be okay | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

the first time xiao dips his brush in ink, his mind goes blank. the cute couple date – that zhongli had advised to do – was simple. write a letter to each other. he lets his gaze linger at your concentrated frame, hunched over the piece of paper with your brush furiously scribbling away, so much so that there are remnants of ink on your wrists. he lets his eyes trail to the soft smile on your face, and he lets a hint of a smile return on his.

zhongli

cooking with zhongli should not be that much of a hassle – but it is, which is why your household works on a you-cook-he-cleans basis. the kitchen is your place in the home, hell, you even have a name for your favourite spatula – 福, fill this household with the blessings that your spatula can help with. the most zhongli can offer is to wash the dishes and give you kisses while you cook.

kaeya

dancing in the living room is cliche, but who's to say that cliche and enjoyment can't go hand in hand? kaeya dips you around as you squeal and laugh, him pretending to drop you and you grabbing on for dear life, for the dramatics of it all. the last golden rays of the hour dance around the room with the two of you, a dim stream of sunlight illuminating the smiles that the both of you wear together for a little bit longer.

diluc

diluc enjoys taking you out on sunset strolls around the manor. with a flame lightly dancing in his hand as the both of you walk, diluc is prepared to defend you at any given point in time. you playfully tug his hand, telling him to lighten up – the guards around the manor wouldn't let anything happen to the both of you. the sun's rays say it's last goodbye with a dramatic flourish of an exit, and he watches you while you bid the sun farewell.

childe

nights in childe's house are usually spent with the both of you cosily cuddled up on the couch, his hand over your waist and his other running through your hair. your shared playlist is playing through the speakers, and you tiredly watch teucer and tonia run around. it's quietly comforting, thinking that this could be your future – your household, one day.

alhaitham

alhaitham holds you closer towards his chest as he shifts to make you more comfortable, the book you chose uncomfortably pointing into his knee. you laugh, close the book, and finally finish adjusting your positions before you turn to the page you last finished reading. alhaitham's quiet demeanor seems to blossom in this intimate setting, his voice setting the stage for the characters to come to life, as he reads aloud to the you. it's enchanting, watching him in his element.

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[catssluvr]

holy cow that playlist one was perfect☹️☹️ seriously it was better than i imagined!! and i love all of the songs u used AND i loveeee stevie nicks ugh it was just perfect thank you sososo much!!!

also.. if you still want requests! i have too many ideas i fear, but i was thinking!! maybe like reader is an intern at the bau and emily meets her for the first time and its just fluff and pining perhaps?

thank u so much again!

-🐞

i’m sosososo glad you loved it 💌 your requests always make my day 🫶🏻 i’m always open for ur requests bug, show me all ur ideas 🤍 ILY

𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆, emily prentiss

emily prentiss x fem!reader

emily meets you and is immediately enchanted <3

warnings: none<3

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Emily scribbles down on the papers in front of her, chin resting on the palm of her hand. It's a pretty normal day at work, no current case going on, just loads of files to fill and meetings to attend. The bullpen is almost entirely quiet, the only sounds being of pens scribbling and hushed voices.

Her gaze snaps up when she hears Aaron's office door opening and closing, expecting him to tell the team to meet in the conference room. To her surprise, he's walking side by side with a girl she doesn't remember seeing before. You.

You smile politely as Hotch introduces you to almost everyone who passes, she wonders how much more beautiful your actual smile is. It feels impossible for it to get even prettier.

You're visibly nervous, hands rubbing against your blazer before going in for a handshake. Your suit looks like it's been ironed hundreds of times as it doesn't have one single wrinkle - you made sure it didn't.

She finally notices the internship card on your blazer and it all clicks. You're obviously nervous with reason, she remembers how hard she wanted to impress and prove herself when she first started working at the bau. But she can't help but think that the way you look around the bullpen in wonder is absolutely adorable.

Hotch suddenly starts approaching her desk, you following right behind. He also has a polite smile on his face, Emily's not surprised you can even get the biggest grump she knows to smile.

"This is SSA Prentiss," He proceeds to introduce you to her, she swears her heart skips a beat at you smiling directly at her now.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Agent Prentiss." You reach out to shake her hand, wide eyes starting at her in anticipation. Your skin feels even nicer than it looks, the gentle squeeze you give her before letting go making her knees go weak.

"The pleasure is all mine." She replies, feeling weirdly at a loss of words. It's not like she can say anything with Hotch standing right there, he'd notice her flustered behaviour way too quickly.

Before anything else can happen, he's pulling you to another table to introduce you to everyone else. You glance quickly over your shoulder to find her looking, a small smile escaping your lips before you can stop it.

Emily feels giddy just from the small interaction and she's not even sure why. She knows nothing more than your name yet it's like you've bewitched her in matter of seconds.

Later you find yourself grabbing a cup of coffee before leaving, not wanting to be half asleep while driving home. It was definitely a long day, a good one nevertheless. Hard work got you here and you feel proud of yourself.

Too lost in your own bubble, you turn around and head to the exit, not noticing the figure coming right in your direction. Your coffee spills all over the person's blazer, staining it in a way you know won't come off.

Lifting your eyes, you find hers already looking at you. Your cheeks feel hot in a heartbeat, embarrassment consuming you whole.

"Oh god- i'm so sorry, Agent Prentiss." You rush to get paper towels and start not very successfully cleaning her blazer.

"It's okay, it was an accident. And Emily is fine." She reassures, pulling your hands away gently and you shudder at her touch.

"I guess that wasn't a great first day impression." You scrunch your nose and signal to her blazer. You were very confident it had been a great first day moments before. Maybe you started celebrating way too soon.

"What? Just because you accidentally spilled your coffee?" Emily chuckles with raised eyebrows, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm really sorry anyway. Is there anything i can do to make up for it?" You question hopefully, throwing the paper towels on the garbage.

"Well, there's this really nice new coffee shop in town. i wouldn't mind a free coffee. Promise i won't spill it on you as revenge." It doesn't sound like a bad idea, getting coffee with her.

"A free coffee it is." It's your turn to chuckle now, spilled coffee long forgotten. "And you better not, i don't have as many suits as you probably do."

Emily shakes her head with a smile, mentioning for you to follow as she walks to her table and grabs a paper with her number on it.

Not a bad first day at all.

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love you,

cat 🤍

[undergroundbillions]

Hello!

We're noticing more people being interested in the Raggedy Ann fandom since the Amazing Digital Circus pilot released, so we thought we'd update our masterpost on where to find more Raggedy Ann media!

Books:

The first two and most well-known books are Raggedy Ann stories (1918) and Raggedy Andy stories (1920), which are in public domain and free to read online! Camel with the Wrinkled Knees (1924) (which the movie was loosely based on!) is on Internet Archive and available to read without an account. You can find many of the other books on there as well.

Cartoons:

The 1940's has Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy (1941), Suddenly It's Spring (1944), and The Enchanted Square (1947).

You've got the 1977 Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Musical Adventure of course.

The Chuck Jones holiday TV specials: Raggedy Ann and Andy in The Great Santa Claus Caper (1978) and Raggedy Ann and Andy in The Pumpkin Who Couldn't Smile (1979).

Most episodes of The Adventures of Raggedy Ann and Andy (1988-1990) are in this playlist here, and you could probably find any missing ones on Dailymotion.

From the Target crossover we have the animated Snowden: Raggedy Ann & Andy's Adventure (1998) and the live-action ice-skating special The Snowden, Raggedy Ann and Andy Holiday Show (1998).

Music:

I've also got a playlist of all the albums I've found on YouTube or were uploaded by us, and there's many more of the older ones available on Archive. The old Will Wooden and Frank Luther ones are very charming.

Musical:

You can watch recovered archival footage of the full first production of the Raggedy Ann musical (1984), listen to the demo album (~1985), or the Broadway bootleg (1986)!

If you're interested in more, I'd recommend exploring the saved playlists on the RARE YouTube channel or the media tag on the Raggedy Ann Fandom Wiki.

We're a group of Raggedy Ann enthusiasts who got together to search for Raggedy Ann lost media (specifically the musical), but now we collect and archive all sorts of things from the franchise! Our ask box is always open and we love to find things people are looking for, or even just chat about headcanons and such.

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Until You - Part Four

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four charles leclerc x female pop singer!reader x oscar piastri x lando norris f1 smau with intermittent scenes Summary: they drive vroom vrooms, she sings soulful tunes. there's no way in hell this is gonna work, right? Warnings: language, author lied when she said lando was just there (i promise she's not getting anymore men omg), implied smut playlist a.n: the next part will have a q&a with y/n on insta/tiktok so if anyone has questions they'd like for her to answer please send them to my inbox (as basic or unhinged as you like)

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Lando nodded along with the beat. "It just needs a little something extra… You want to keep it acoustic?"

She nodded, sipping her tea. She looked astounded that he was there. He knew he was. When she'd texted him he hadn't expected he'd be on a flight to London within two hours. But here he was, sitting with her in her "little" basement studio, listening to her song for the fifth time, mouthing the lyrics she'd probably written with Charles or Oscar in mind. Charles and Oscar, who were upstairs sleeping soundly.

How I obsessively adore you That's what I do I believe, I believe, I could die in your kiss No, it doesn't get, doesn't get better than this

Oh to be obsessively adored by her.

"I'll do some piano, hang on." She leaned across him, invading his space with her gentle floral aroma and her soft hair and…

He sighed, staring at her in awe as she worked her magic at the keyboard. It was crazy that he was even here, in her private sanctum, witnessing what would undoubtedly be a hit as it was created.

"The piano's too prominent," he said, wanting to feel useful. "The guitar should be the main instrument."

Y/n nodded, and he reached to adjust levels, standing up and hitting play. She looked tense and tired and stressed and he instinctively moved to stand behind her, hesitating.

"Ok to touch you?" he asked.

She tilted her head to look at him. "Yeah of course."

He rested his hands on her shoulders, rubbing gently as the song played. "It's a good song, y/n."

"You think so?" she asked in a small voice.

"It's a love song. Hopeful and adoring. It's beautiful. Charles is a lucky guy."

She hummed, relaxing under his gentle touch. "What's he got to do with it?"

Oh. "I uh… Osc then."

She turned her head to look up at him. "It's not for him."

Oh. Oh. "Someone else?" Christ how many boyfriends did she have--

"You don't remember? You float across the room. It's what you said to me at the club after the race in--"

"Monaco," he whispered.

"It stuck with me. So did the kiss," she murmured.

He swallowed, continuing to rub her shoulders. "You didn't... When I sent you those videos I didn't know about Osc and Charles."

Y/n turned and his hands dropped. "What do they have to do with it?"

A nervous laugh rose in his throat. "You're dating them? Both of them, which is insane to me but like I get it. You're like a mouse on crack, you probably need two boyfriends to keep you from taking off—"

She laughed. "A mouse on crack? Really?"

Sighing as she stood up, he looked down at her. "I just… Don't want to mess up what the three of you have going on."

"They don't own me, Lando. I'm a grown woman, I can do what I want with my body whenever I want. With whoever I want."

Lando blinked, his mind short-circuiting over the mental image that put into his head. Swallowing hard, he drew in a breath as she stretched. And held it, staring at her while she fiddled with controls and restarted the song. Let it out slow when he saw the tension returning to her shoulders.

He was reaching for her before he even registered the movement.

"C'mere," he murmured, pulling her to him. Reaching behind her, he switched off the song. "You're gonna drive yourself crazy, love."

"It's right there, Lando, I just need to push a little harder," she groaned, holding her head in her hands and letting him draw her closer.

"Hey, hey, shh…" It felt natural to kiss the top of her head, to wrap his arms around her and try to calm her. "I'm not gonna let you go insane over a song. It's fine, I know you'll come up with something amazing. Just give it time."

"It's not just a song," she whined. "I'm absolutely shit at talking about my feelings for someone, you know? Especially when it…"

"Might go up in flames?" he whispered.

Her hands were on his chest, her head tilting up. "Did you have any idea what you were doing when you stole my number and texted me?"

"Honestly thought I was shooting my shot and hoping I'd get lucky," he muttered, grinning when she laughed.

"It worked."

"Huh?" Lando grunted in surprise.

"Got me thirsty. The past couple weeks have been crazy, trying to fight it, but god, Lando." She sighed as though to ease the tension but it was still there, her body still taut with stress and worry. "I honestly thought you came tonight to fuck me."

His mind bounced like a padel ball in an intense match. He wanted to comfort her, to get her to relax, to ease her worries about the song. But oh how he wanted to kiss her again. He could just remember their half-drunken kiss in Monaco, the electricity thrumming through him, his heartbeat matching the thumping bass of the music. Thought you came tonight to fuck me.

He blinked, his mind going back to a quiet moment before the race in Montreal, when Oscar had been telling him about the unconventional relationship he'd found himself in.

"We're just taking it day by day. But she has a lot of love to give, mate. Sounds crazy, but… I don't think one person could handle it all."

Was there even room for him? Was he honestly considering entangling himself in what would, probably, end up being a PR nightmare for the four of them?

Why was he even thinking of love when he'd originally just wanted to be able to say he'd fucked the richest woman in the world?

"I…"

He leaned down, one hand rising to cup the side of her head. It was supposed to be gentle, sweet, the type of kiss that deserved the song she was working on, but it was harsh, deep and demanding, and he was swallowing her moans. Her nails lightly scraped his neck then they were sliding over his scalp and he whimpered.

"I didn't," he gasped between kisses, growing needier with each taste of her, each moan that fell past her lips. She tasted of tea and chocolate. "I didn't come here to fuck you."

"I know," she moaned. She leaned into him and he felt the need, the flames licking at both of them.

"That's new," Oscar commented, chin resting on her shoulder while she poured herself a coffee. His fingers brushed the side of her neck.

Y/n felt her cheeks warm at the delicate touch, sparking the very recent memory of Lando's mouth on her. "Yeah…"

"Did you get any sleep?" he asked, kissing the mark, his arms snaking around her waist.

"Maybe an hour," she mumbled. After breaking the chair in her studio with Lando, she'd had a burst of inspiration, and the sun had been coming up when they'd listened to the finalized track.

"Love," he sighed, taking the coffee from her before she could take a sip.

"Babe," she whined, her mind snapping to the present, though part lingered on the memory of the twisted sheets of the guest room, of Lando's panting moans in her ear.

"I'll fix you something to eat, then you're going back to bed." He kissed the top of her head and moved away, drinking her coffee.

"I've got to—"

"You don't have anything scheduled for the day. Or tomorrow. So it's rest. No recording, no caffeine, rest." Oscar looked at her over his shoulder. "Stop pouting."

"I just wanted to spend the day with my boyfriends," she sighed, climbing onto the stool at the island counter. Wrinkling her nose when he poured a glass of orange juice and set it in front of her, she reluctantly took a sip.

"We can spend the day here. Peace and quiet, love."

She felt herself melt at his gentle words. Peace and quiet and them. For the whole day. She'd only had snatches of time with them since leaving Monaco. She'd had a concert the day of the Canadian grand prix, and now it felt like some sort of cosmic kismet that her mini break coincided with theirs. They couldn't be together for the whole time, but she would cherish the days she could have.

"Bonjour, mon couer, bonjour koala," Charles greeted as he entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

Y/n saw Oscar's cheeks tinge pink at the affectionate nickname Charles had started using for him. She sipped her orange juice, looking on as Charles brushed by Oscar, his hand resting briefly on the small of his back, and heard the whispered word. Rousseur. Freckle.

God, she loved them. Oscar's freckles, Charles's nicknames, and them.

"Good morning," she murmured after he kissed her.

"You didn't tell me we would have a guest, mon couer," he murmured, moving to fix himself coffee.

Oscar turned from the cooktop. "Guest?"

"Oh. Yeah." Y/n rubbed her neck. "Lando flew in last night. Late."

"He's snoring in the guest room." Charles was chuckling. "Leo went to bother him."

"I texted him. About the song. I needed input, and you were both asleep and—"

"Lando came to help you?" Oscar's smile was soft.

"He did."

Oscar tipped his head, regarding her much like a cat watching a bird through the window. "Ah."

"Ah, what?" Charles asked, rubbing his eyes while he sipped his coffee. Lowering his hand, he looked at y/n, snorting into his cup. "Ah."

She groaned, slumping down onto the counter. "Is it that obvious?"

"Love, you're glowing." Oscar grinned and turned back to the eggs.

"I've been glowing since Monaco," she muttered against the countertop. Slowly, she lifted herself, eyes darting from Charles to Oscar and back again. "You're okay with it?"

"I already told you, mon couer. I don't mind sharing you." Charles's smile was affectionate. "As long as you're safe and he treats you well."

"He's one of my best mates, y/n. Not to mention he's been obsessed with you for ages," Oscar quipped, sliding a plate of eggs and toast in front of her.

"He's not obsessed," she snorted.

"Did he fly commercial or private?" Oscar asked, leaning against the counter.

Y/n sighed, taking a bite of the eggs. "Private," she mumbled.

"Day by day, love," Oscar said gently, leaning to kiss her forehead.

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Curses from Ex-Boyfriend || Oneshot

Character: Artist!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Y/N navigates humorous breakups and manages an art gallery. A reunion with first love, Bucky, at an exhibition ignites a whimsical love story woven with unexpected enchantments.

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Y/N sunk into the barstool, her eyes telling tales of another failed relationship. Yolanda, the supportive friend, encouraged Y/N to share the latest misadventure in her love life.

Y/N sighed, "Okay, get this. The first one, Mike, broke up with me because he claimed my choice of pizza toppings was a reflection of our incompatibility. Apparently, pineapple lovers and non-pineapple lovers are destined to fail."

"Then there was Mark," Y/N continued, a smirk playing on her lips. "He couldn't stand the fact that I had a more extensive collection of pokemon than he did. He said it was a sign of divergent life goals."

Yolanda raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Tell me more."

"James, number three," Y/N chuckled, "Simple, he doesn't like dog."

"Alex was next in line," Y/N continued her tone a mix of disbelief and amusement. "He called it quits because he believed my excessive use of emojis in texts was a clear indication of a lack of emotional depth. Can you imagine?"

Yolanda laughed, "You can't be serious! What about the fifth one?"

Y/N sighed again, "Oh, Tom. He said my insistence on arranging our bookshelf by color instead of genre was a deal-breaker. Apparently, a good relationship requires organized literature. Can you believe these reasons?"

"Bucky was the longest, wasn't he?" Yolanda mused, a smile playing on her lips.

Y/N nodded, "Yeah, high school sweethearts, you know? We were the classic emo couple, complete with matching black outfits and moody music playlists."

Curiosity flickered in Yolanda's eyes, "So, why did you guys break up?"

Y/N chuckled, "Dead serious. Bucky was deep into it. I remember one day, he used a spell to try and cancel a math quiz."

Y/N grinned, "Oh, maybe because I'm over with emo and I think because Bucky got into magic, like, real magic. He bought this ancient-looking spell book at a flea market."

Yolanda's eyebrows shot up in disbelief, "Magic? Seriously?"

Yolanda burst into laughter, "Wait, what? A spell to cancel a quiz?"

Y/N nodded, "Yeah, he was convinced he could influence the universe with his newfound magical prowess. The thing is, our math teacher did cancel a quiz that week, but I later found out it was because he had a stomachache."

Yolanda's laughter faded into a look of realization, "Wait, are you saying Bucky's spell worked, or was it just a coincidence?"

Y/N shrugged, "Who knows? But I guess that was the beginning of the end. Bucky's magic phase and my inability to take his magical ambitions seriously eventually led to our breakup."

Yolanda winked, still teasing, "Maybe he enchanted you with a love spell, and that's why your relationships have been so... uniquely challenging."

Y/N rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation, "Please, if Bucky had any magical influence, it would've been to summon more black eyeliner or something."

Yolanda joined in the laughter, realizing the absurdity of her own suggestion. "I guess you're right. Love spells and high school relationships don't really go hand in hand."

As they clinked their glasses together, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for Yolanda's light-hearted humor.

Y/N groaned as she woke up with a slight headache, the remnants of the drinks from the previous night's escapade still lingering. Despite the throbbing in her head, she dragged herself to work at the prestigious art gallery where she served as the manager.

As Y/N settled into her office, her boss, the eccentric Madam Madeline, swept in with her fur jacket and oversized glasses, an aura of sophistication surrounding her. Madeline, always on the lookout for the next big thing, had an uncanny talent for discovering hidden gems in the art world.

With an air of excitement, Madeline announced, "Y/N, darling, I've found the next big artist during my travels around Europe. A true visionary! Prepare yourself; this is going to be huge for the gallery."

Y/N, still nursing her headache, tried to focus on Madeline's words. "Really? That's fantastic news. Who is this artist?"

Madeline beamed, "Oh, you'll see soon enough. I've arranged for the gallery to showcase their artwork. We need to get everything ready for the grand reveal. This could be a game-changer for us, my dear."

Despite the pounding in her head, Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline at the prospect of introducing a groundbreaking artist to the gallery's patrons. With a nod and a determined smile, she assured Madeline, "Consider it done. I'll make sure everything is prepared for the big showcase. This artist is going to leave a mark on the art world, and our gallery will be at the forefront."

As Madeline left the room, Y/N rubbed her temples, contemplating the exciting challenge ahead.

The day of the grand art exhibition arrived, and the gallery buzzed with anticipation. Y/N couldn't help but be excited about unveiling the mysterious artist's work. The moment Madam Madeline revealed the artwork, gasps of awe echoed through the gallery.

The paintings were truly impressive, capturing the essence of emotion and movement in each stroke. Yet, as Y/N studied the intricate lines, a sense of familiarity tugged at her. It was only when Madeline dramatically unveiled the artist's identity that Y/N's surprise reached its peak.

"Bucky?" Y/N muttered under her breath, disbelief washing over her. She couldn't reconcile the image of the once-emo high school boyfriend with the sophisticated artist standing before her.

Without the signature eyeliner and long hair covering half his face, Bucky had transformed into an entirely different person.

Madeline, reveling in the dramatic revelation, announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, the brilliant artist behind these captivating pieces is none other than Bucky!"

Y/N's eyes widened as Bucky approached her with a confident smile. "Hey, Y/N. Long time no see."

It took a moment for Y/N to process the situation. "Bucky? The Bucky from high school?"

He nodded, "The one and only. Surprised?"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh nervously, "More than you can imagine. I didn't know you had this side to you."

Bucky chuckled, "Life is full of surprises. Just like art."

As the reality of the situation sank in, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected twist of fate.

Intrigued by the transformation in Bucky's life, Y/N couldn't help but ask, "Bucky, where have you been all these years?"

Bucky grinned, a twinkle in his eyes, "After high school, I decided to pursue art more seriously. I entered art school, but it turned out the formal education wasn't for me. So, I packed my bags and hit the road, traveling around the country to draw inspiration from different landscapes and cultures."

Y/N listened, captivated by the adventurous turn in Bucky's journey. "And then?" she prompted.

Bucky continued, "I found myself in Europe, sketching the beautiful landscapes and immersing myself in the art scene. That's where I crossed paths with Madeline. She saw something in my work, and the next thing I knew, I'm back home."

Y/N couldn't hide her amazement. "That's incredible, Bucky. I had no idea you were out there making a name for yourself in the art world."

Bucky smiled modestly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and gratitude. "Yeah, life has a way of surprising you," he remarked. "Art became my language, and every stroke on the canvas felt like a piece of my soul. Little did I know it would lead me here."

As Y/N continued to admire Bucky's work, a comfortable silence settled between them, punctuated only by the soft background hum of the art gallery. The familiarity of their shared past mingled with the newfound understanding of the paths they had taken.

Bucky broke the silence, "You know, Y/N, seeing you again brings back a flood of memories. The art, the laughter, the quirky moments—some things never change."

Y/N smiled, "Indeed, some things don't. Life has a funny way of circling back, doesn't it?"

As Madeline enthusiastically dragged Bucky away to meet other attendees, Y/N found herself momentarily alone, surrounded by the captivating artwork.

Observing Bucky engage with the crowd, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for the once-emo high school boyfriend who had evolved into a renowned artist. The whimsical nature of their teenage years seemed worlds apart from the sophisticated individual now navigating the art world.

Y/N strolled through the gallery, and she noticed a subtle but significant detail in each painting – a delicately drawn flower nestled somewhere within the vibrant strokes. The realization struck her like a soft breeze, and she couldn't help but smile. It was her favorite flower, a subtle signature Bucky had left in each masterpiece.

Bucky, engrossed in conversation with other attendees, glanced in Y/N's direction. Their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them. Y/N felt a warmth spreading within her, realizing that the flowers in Bucky's art were more than just a visual motif.

The language of art spoke louder than words, and Y/N interpreted the message within those flowers in the quiet exchange of glances. It was a silent acknowledgment, a whispered confession that transcended the boundaries of time and distance. Bucky's subtle gesture conveyed, "I still think of you."

As the art gallery hummed with admiration for Bucky's creations, Y/N couldn't help but feel a connection rekindling.

After the event, the air crackled with anticipation as Y/N mustered the courage to approach Bucky. "Bucky, would you mind grabbing a coffee with me? It's been so long, and I'd really like to catch up," she said, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Bucky, meeting her gaze with a warm smile, replied, "Absolutely, Y/N. I'd love that."

As they sat in the dimly lit cafe, the atmosphere seemed to thicken with unspoken emotions. Conversations veered into shared memories and life's twists and turns. Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that, perhaps, this was a crucial moment—a juncture where destiny hung in the balance.

Later, in the intimacy of Bucky's hotel room, he opened an old sketchbook. Pages turned with a whisper, revealing an old photo of Y/N. Intriguingly, on the adjacent page, a spell was inscribed—an enchantment woven into the fabric of their shared history. The room seemed to pulse with an energy that felt both familiar and intense.

Bucky's chuckle was dark and enigmatic as he muttered, "Damn, it works."

The revelation left Y/N completely unaware. Little did she know that the seemingly whimsical magic from their teenage years had woven a thread connecting their souls, guiding them back to each other after years of divergent paths. As they continued to share laughter and stories, the magic of the past lingered in the air, creating a subtle but powerful force that bound them together.

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CHARANG

popularity : 95 %

⸻ Chan was the very first member to know and meet Lovey; after all, she is at JYP thanks to him. The first thing that struck Bangchan about Sarang was her talent – a voice unlike any he had heard before, sweet, gentle, enchanting, and mesmerizing like the songs of sirens. The second thing that struck him was her eyes – so big and deep, filled with pain, fear, and uncertainties. Too many negative emotions for a young girl like Sarang. Chan took Lovey 'under his wing,' giving her the strength to dream, providing a launching pad through Stray Kids. Chan and Sarang share an unparalleled bond; he saw her at her lowest and brought her back to shine. She sees him as her savior, that glimmer of light in a dark room. He's always there, ready to protect her, shielding her from the world. Chan would give up a kidney for her. The bond between Chan and Lovey is like an invisible thread keeping them connected. Every smile from her is confirmation of the positive change Chan brought into her life. In their relationship, Chan is more than a friend; he's a confidant, a mentor, and a guardian angel. She trusts him completely and knows that he will always have her back, no matter what. Lovey's strength has become his inspiration, and every success of hers is a shared victory. They tend to be very clingy since they are both affectionate. They often spend time together, especially in the studio, as Sarang doesn't want to leave Chan alone to work, and he doesn't want her to go home alone late at night. Sarang always ends up falling asleep watching him work.

fans favorite moment : During an interview, Sarang was asked about her emergency contacts. She took out her phone, a big smile on her face, and showed the two contacts: Jihoon, her brother, and Bangchan. Her explanation was, "I chose these two simply because Jihoon is my family, while Channie - oppa is the person I trust the most." After hearing this, Chan, who was unaware, widened his eyes and immediately stood up from his stool, going near Sarang and engulfing her in a huge hug: "I luv you, bubbles, you're what I hold most dear"

Charang things :

Holding hands while crossing the street and/or in crowded places like airports.

Chan’s goodnight forehead kiss

late night drive

watching marvel movies together

making playlists for each other

LEE MINHO + KIM SARANG

MINRANG

popularity : 96 %

⸻ when lovey and leeknow first met, they didn't immediately hit it off. not because they didn't like one another, but because they're both super introverts that have a hard time talking to new people. especially because lovey was the only girl so he was like wtf??? and minho as an attitude , so sarang was a bit scared of him. but jisung forced them to talk to each other and they were like “oh maybe they're not so scary. ” after that they started becoming really good friends, and really enjoyed one another's company. they could always tell each other just about anything, and not have to worry about judgment. Now, their relationship consists of Minho making fun of sarang embarrassing or flattering her, flirting with her, even in front of the cameras. If you need someone to make her a blushing mess, simply call Lee Know. He loves to tease her, is his favorite thing since he discovered that she gets flustered easily. He loves watching her pink shades cheeks. She lets him do that only because they're pretty close. Minho is quite of a character, usually isn't lovely dovely, especially in front of cams or stays, but has a soft spot for her; out of all them members he's probably the member who looks after her the most. Since he learned about her problem with food, he has always taken care of her, making sure she didn’t skip meals and teaching her how to cook.

fans favorite moment : During “mysterious kitchen” lovey was peeling carrots, but he had some difficulty, and had a pair of cutting himself. Lee know approached her and put his head on the shoulder of the shorter girl. “Don’t you know how to shave carrots?” He asked giggling. Lovey replied with a laugh, shaking her head. Then he stood behind her, hugging her and took knife and carrot from her hands, showing her how to do it. The scene is depopulated sh twitter and tiktok with fans crazy for their closeness and connection.

Minrang’s things :

always there to help sarang calm down when she’s in the middle of an anxiety attack

back-hug while cooking

matching phone cases

tickling her only to hear her laugh

Cat-cuddling dates, whether with soongie doogie dori or snoflake and gingerbread

SEO CHANGBIN + KIM SARANG

SANGBIN

popularity : 87 %

⸻ Changbin has a daddy-like behavior towards her, he always has a hand on her at airports, or puts his jacket on her lap for cover her when she wears skirts or dresses; he just in general keeps an eye out for her. He is like a protective shield, watching out for her and making sure she is safe and happy. He’s also the most likely to voice a concern if he thinks her concept is too sexy, because he honestly treats her like his baby. It’s also not uncommon to find these two up in the late hours having in depth conversations. Whether it’s something they’re laughing about or if it’s a deep and serious conversation. They’re kinda big on communication, especially since Sarang has such a hard time opening up to others. Changbin always encourages her to say what’s on her mind, but he’s never forceful about it. He just likes to let her know that she can say what’s on her mind, and he’ll always be there to listen. Their connection goes beyond the public eye, as Changbin values the depth of their friendship and ensures that Sarang feels secure within the group dynamics. The genuine and caring nature of their relationship adds a heartwarming dimension to their interactions within the group. Despite Changbin's dedication to working out, Sarang, not particularly interested in fitness, joins him during his exercise routines. It's not about the activity itself for her; rather, it's a gesture of companionship. Changbin appreciates her willingness to be by his side, turning their workout sessions into lighthearted moments filled with laughter and encouragement.

fans favorite moment : During The filming of a skz-talk in the promotions of “ Maniac ” ,Changbin noticed Sarang wincing as they walked backstage after the energetic Music Bank stage. He glanced down at her feet and couldn't help but empathize with the discomfort she must be feeling in those high heels. "Hey sweetie , I can see those heels are killing you. Why don't you take a break and let me carry you or something?" Sarang chuckled, appreciating Changbin's concern but refusing to be a burden. "No, it's fine. I'll survive." Changbin, however, was having none of it. He bent down, swiftly removing his sneakers. "Come on, I'd rather see you walking comfortably. Here, take these. I don't mind going barefoot." Sarang stared at him in surprise, then gratefully accepted the shoes, feeling an unexpected warmth in her heart. “Thanks, Oppa. You're a lifesaver." Changbin just shrugged, a playful smirk on his face. "Anything for your comfort, Bubbles. Let's get you feeling better."

Sangbin’s things :

Changbin giving lovey is jacket whenever is cold

trying to get her to workout without results

shooting finger hearts at him from a distance.

messing with her hair

her personal bodyguard

HWANG HYUNJIN + KIM SARANG

SANJIN

popularity : 91 %

⸻ lovey and Hyunjin share a high-energy bond. They bring out each other's playful sides and have a natural chemistry on and off stage. They are partners in crime. Hyunjin likes to joke around with the members but not with her; he prefers having her as his accomplice. He loves her style, and she really looks up to him as an artist. He knows she has low self-esteem, so he's always cheering for her, Hyunjin is her n1 Fan. And god save anyone who criticizes her, because he will be ready to fight. They’re also big goofballs, and can often be seen doing dramatic skits during their variety shows and just being ridiculous. Sarang and Hyunjin share a dynamic where their friendship blossoms into a creative synergy. Hyunjin, known for his playful interactions, discovers in Sarang not just a companion but a muse for collaborative ideas. Their joint goofiness spills over into impromptu moments of laughter, creating a unique and endearing atmosphere within the group. Hyunjin's protective instincts kick in as he becomes a vocal advocate for lovey, showcasing a fierce loyalty that solidifies their bond as not just friends, but partners in both mischief and creativity. Lovey and Hyunjin often find solace in creative endeavors, particularly in painting together. In these artistic moments, Hyunjin takes on the role of a patient teacher, sharing his knowledge and techniques with Sarang. Their painting sessions become a canvas for shared laughter, learning, and the beautiful fusion of their individual styles. Through this artistic collaboration, lovey not only hones her skills but also deepens their connection, creating a masterpiece of friendship and shared passion.

fans favorite moment : During an exclusive music show performance by JYP, there's a humorous moment when Sarang whispers something in Hyunjin's ear. Both burst into uncontrollable laughter, but as soon as they realize they're on camera, they quickly hide, trying to mask their amusement. Fans suspect they might have been teasing the PDnim.

Sanjin’s things :

gossiping at award shows together

hyunjjn using lovey for an “arm rest”

painting together

dancing v-lives

pinky promises

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[tolerateit]

Hi there Tumblr Swifties! If we haven't spoken or interacted at all before, my name is Jen, and it's enchanting to meet you.

I wanted to organize a fun Swiftie gift exchange for anyone that would be interested for Spring/Autumn (depending on where you live) - I've seen some really wonderful people put together events like this, and it's always so fun for everyone! I know we have Eras Tour coming back soon, I just wanted to do something fun for all of you! Info below!

How it works: If you're interested, you can sign up for this event by sending me a DM, an ask, a submission, or reblogging/replying to this post confirming in the tags that you want to! There will be a final date that you can sign up, and after that date I will assign everyone a blog to communicate anonymously with and create a gift for!

RULES

No negative, hateful, or harmful interactions/gifts are acceptable in any way. Please be nice and keep this a positive space!

You have until Friday, March 1st at 8 PM EST to sign up

Please send your assigned blog anonymous messages throughout the time you're working on your gift so they don't feel left out. Also, ensure your anonymous asks are turned on so the person who has you can do the same!

All gifts are to be posted Friday, April 5th or Saturday, April 6th with the hashtag #SwiftieGiftExchange2024

Gift Ideas include: gifs, graphics, playlists, original songs, poetry, drawings, letters and whatever else you can think of! **You can give up to 2 gifts but no more than that, please.**

If you have any questions at all please feel free to contact me in whatever way you're most comfortable with! I'm going to tag some mutuals under the cut, but please do not feel pressured to be part of this - I'm just hoping to spread the word so anyone who wants to is able to!

Thank you!

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[blissfullybubblez]

🦷✨ Let's Make Brushing Teeth a Fun Adventure! ✨🦷

🌈💕 For some little ones, brushing teeth can be a challenge, but fear not! We've got some magical ideas to make this daily task easier and even enjoyable. Let's turn it into a fun adventure! 💕🌈

🎶🦷 Toothbrush Tunes: Create a special brushing playlist filled with your favorite songs. Let the music guide you as you dance, sing, and brush along to the rhythm. 🦷🎶

🌈💦 Colorful Timer: Use a colorful sand timer or a fun digital timer to make brushing time more exciting. Challenge yourself to brush until all the sand runs out or until the timer beeps! 💦🌈

🧚‍♀️✨ Magical Toothpaste: Choose toothpaste with your favorite character or a flavor you adore. Let the enchanting taste transport you to a whimsical world while keeping your teeth sparkling clean! ✨🧚‍♀️

📚🎭 Storytime Showdown: Engage in an imaginative storytelling session while brushing. Pick up a picture book or create your own adventure where your toothbrush becomes a hero fighting plaque monsters! 🎭📚

🌟💫 Mirror Magic: Decorate your bathroom mirror with colorful stickers or draw happy faces around it. It'll create a cheerful atmosphere and make brushing your teeth feel like a magical ritual. 💫🌟

🌸🎉 Brushing Buddies: Invite your favorite stuffed animal or toy to join you in the bathroom. They can be your brushing buddy, making the experience more enjoyable and comforting. 🎉🌸

🏖️🦷 Beach Party Time: Imagine you're at a beach party while brushing. Make "waves" with your toothbrush, and let the foam be the sea's froth. It's a delightful way to bring some seaside fun into your routine! 🦷🏖️

🍓🍉 Taste Sensation: After brushing, reward yourself with a small piece of fruit or a healthy snack. Enjoy the refreshing flavors while appreciating the importance of taking care of your teeth. 🍉🍓

💕🌈 Remember, making brushing your teeth a positive experience is all about finding what works best for you. Embrace your creativity, add a touch of magic, and turn it into a joyful part of your little routine! 🌈💕

[lowkeyrobin]

MALEFICENT ; dating headcanons

summary ; dating hcs w maleficent 🗣

warnings ; language

word count ; 425

masterlist

she's a very classy lover

she literally just kinda spawned in the magical / enchanted forest and raised herself as the dark fairy she is so like prior to the academy, socializing and affection were unheard of for her

but you lowkey taught her how to just be someone

you found her before uliana did and quickly took her under your wing, and then you both became friends with uli and the crew

she's not experienced with disabilities / illness at all whatsoever so you're halfway on your own / she's making an effort to make your life a bit easier

she's like a 5/10 on pda, she'll hold your hand n give you small kisses and stuff but don't expect nothing crazy 💀

she's very confident in general, other than the serious attack it was to not be invited to auroras birthday/birthing day idfk I haven't watched that movie in forever

so when it came to asking you out she wasn't all that worried

unless you're genuinely a monster for rejecting her /j

she just straight up asked you out of the blue like okay gang

she was actually wondering if those feelings were normal

and trust the butterflies got real for you

what in the wattpad...

you share accessories and small things a lot

but her love language is definitely quality time

so you often just hang out and do something fun or just bask in each other's presence silently in your dorms or smthn

she usually doodles you in class (Mal got her art degree from her mama 😍😋)

she doesn't listen to music that much, maybe 200-300 mins a week on her airbuds

I see her as a she wants revenge / cute whore / pretty reckless / bad omens fan

her favs are definitely tear you apart, big love, cult leader, and bad decisions

though in this moment, sleep token, and halestorm fit her as a character more

she's the type to make a new playlist and only listen to that religiously until she gets bored of it

she actually teaches you how to slow dance

again, a classic lover

she wears the pants in this relationship, whatever it is

you're her muse a hundred percent

trust if she remembers just one frame of your smile from earlier in the day she needs to draw it

she's definitely a colored pencil girl

her realism is INSANE

she's always thinking about what you'd think / do in situations 💀

"hm... what would y/n do?"

"Y/N WOULD TAKE THE DAMN TEST ALREADY"

[yellow-eyed-sams-wife]

Tidal Wave - Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader Oneshot

🎶"Letting go, take control over me Undertow, getting pulled Underneath

Loving you is just like surfing on a tidal wave Lost in one another hopin' never to be found (Loving you) Loving you is just like surfing on a tidal wave Rollin' 'round forever 'til we both come crashing down (Loving you) Loving you is just like surfing on a tidal wave Coming up for air I swear we're just about to drown (Loving you) Loving you is just like surfing on a tidal wave"🎶 •~ Tidal Wave - Nickelback.

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"Tidal Wave." - A Pietro Maximoff x Reader Story Playlist ♡《https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLcrnolsANfl08_fv9HXBOaiEOnUxPr9XU&si=1wNkiWHutLo0UO5F

Plot Summary: Love is found on a Christmas vacation in New York city, when yet another villainous attack rattles it wicked way across it.

Part 1 - ["Best Vacation Ever..?"]:

New York City. Despite the less than livable conditions that litter the streets, regardless of the attempts to hide it with broadway and times square glamor, lying strong deep in the dark of it, NYC has it's suprisingly beautiful upsides. Especially in the winter, as a New York Christmas has been calling your name for too long of a time. So you've finally saved up enough funds, you've finally been given a chance to live out one, of your many, dreams. Ever the optimistic lady, (so much so sometimes it borders delusional, your family members have previously told you,) and constantly having your head in the clouds, nothing else could make you happier than to be able to act upon what you've been told is more likely not to happen.

So that brings you here, to the home base of the famed (,or infamous, depending on who you ask,) avengers to spend your holiday.

Strolling through the busy streets, minding your own. Sounds of screams of terror and a small building crashing break you from your carefully figured route.

Frozen in panic, the next thing you know, you're multiple streets over from your point of origin, at a makeshift med camp. At least one hundred people are there having their wounds tended to, meanwhile you're standing there with a dumb clueless look on your face, as the breeze wrecks your hair.

A tap on your shoulder has you turning round to stare into the clearest blue eyes you have ever seen. Quicksilver. He's one of the new additions the media won't stop fawning over. 'Rightfully so' you recall thinking. 'Even tho I'll probably never actually do it, I'd melt to meet him face to face' Now you're 100% a goner.

Lost in fuzzy memories of the brief interviews of his you couldn't help yourself from watching, currently mentally replaying his lovely accented voice. "It's a pleasure to save such a lovely woman. It's one I don't often fortunately have."

Now lost in his eyes on top on being wrapped up in your swarming cyclone of thoughts, it slips your mind to pay attention to what exactly it is that was coming out of his pretty mouth.

Slowly easing out of his, almost uncanny energetic and buzzing happy demeanor as a realization dawns in his enchanting eyes. Understanding now you're obviously still in shock from his save, he promptly asks your name.

Pulled from your anxious haze by his dreamy voice, you give him what he asked for. Albeit internally embarrassed you missed something else he said. Both your eyes meet and you two miss a paramedic getting the attention of the scarlet witch who just arrived to see why Pietro hadn't yet returned.

She finds out they tried separating you two just before she showed up and that their attempts to get the attention of you both fell flat when Quicksilver insisted on a few minutes more with the lady who they assumed needed medical assistance. In the words of Pietro, as they quoted him, "You have others to attend to, do you not?"

The paramedic was just trying to do their job but couldn't when Quicksilver wouldn't leave your side, as though you were attached at the hip despite just meeting. He wasn't doing anything wrong, really, you were the last civilian in harm's way.

He already evacuated everyone else and the rest of the avengers can take this villain without him. If they could only read his mind like Wanda could, they wouldn't blame him for hovering. He wasn't trying to overwhelm the poor lady but she seemed so shaky and still hadn't talked much.

You only gave him your name. Though he was unsure why he was so invested in the well being of this pretty stranger and couldn't figure exactly how he couldn't move on to something else even half as fast as he normally could, he couldn't bring himself to care about that at the moment.

Wanda understood her brother like no one else and her powers only strengthened their familial bond. Though this could most likely be the start of something more for her brother and the nice young woman, she still needed to let the paramedic examine her. Walking up to you two, she introduced herself as his sister and gently pulled Pietro from your side.

He reluctantly went, though the pep in his step quickly returned and was quite visible as Wanda telepathically told him that he can check on you right after they were done your checkup. 'Thankfully,' Pietro thought, 'you can't see through the paramedic.'

🌟💛🌟💛🌟💛🌟💛🌟💛🌟💛🌟💛🌟💛🌟💛🌟💛🌟 💛🌟💛🌟💛

Like, follow with notifications and reblog if you're interested in a part two.                        💋sincerely yours, yellow-eyed-sam's-wife.

[milla-frenchy]

Roads

5k2 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 Summary: 3 years ago, Joel broke your heart and you left your hometown. Warnings: 18+ mdni. dirty talk, oral sex (f/m receiving), spitting, unprotected piv, ass play, praise kink, cum eating.

a/n: This is my first fic. English isn't my native langage, thank you so so so much @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for reading me and correcting me, you're a gem, love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😘

Playlist | Series masterlist | Masterlist

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3 years.

For 3 years you haven’t set foot in your hometown, where you grew up, met your friends, studied, had your first jobs and your first crushes.

3 years ago you fled to forget your great love. The one that tears the heart when it’s over, and leaves you alone with your pain and a huge void that nothing will be able to fill.

When the love of your life left you, you saw only emptiness. The uselessness of things, hours, days that passed.

So trying to fill the emptiness of your existence, to forget the sorrow of having been abandoned, you left this city where everything reminded you of him.

Joel.

You settled in a new city, not far from yours, but enough not to risk crossing paths while shopping, going to the cinema or the restaurant. Or at work.

A few years ago, one evening changed your life.

Your friend Tommy worked in construction. Due to the economic crisis, finding a contract was more complicated. He worked with his brother, whom you only knew by name. Joel.

You and Tommy had known each other since school, you were the same age. The same circle of friends, the same interests. You kept the same friends for a long time, until everyone went their own way, as adults, when each of you found a job. All that was left was a small nucleus, very tightly knit core. Including Tommy and you. And his fiancée, whom he had met shortly after high school, and whom he was marrying soon. The three of you saw each other regularly.

He told you about his parents, his brother. Both had very different characters, as many siblings do. Tommy was very sociable, loved people, company, going out. His brother was introverted, led a quiet life and hated crowded parties. He had an eighteen year old daughter, Sarah. Her mother had left them shortly after her birth, and he was now striving to give her the best life possible. So he focused all his attention on the work and his daughter.

You worked in a large construction group, which until then had not suffered too much from the economic crisis. When Tommy told you about his professional difficulties, of course, you told him that you would do your best to find him a contract. But you had to set up an appointment between the three of you, take stock of their areas of expertise, their radius of intervention and the subcontractors to hire in parallel.

That evening, you had an appointment for dinner at Alexandro's, the pizzeria near your work. You popped by you house from work to shower and change in a pair of blue jeans, a white tank top and a blue plaid shirt.

When you arrived at Alexandro's, Tommy and Joel were already there. Tommy was facing the door, Joel had his back to the entrance. That was the first time you saw him. His wide back, thick shoulders under his black t-shirt. Then his neck, broad too. His brown hair. You paused and then pulled yourself together.

Tommy greeted you with a big smile when he saw you coming, stood up and kissed your cheek

"Hi, beautiful, how are you?"

"I’m ok, thank you. Work’s finally over!"

In the meantime, Joel got up, and was facing you, smiling and holding out his hand.

"Hello! I’m Joel, nice to finally meet you"

"Hi Joel, also delighted" you said with a big smile. 

Your breath hitched when you saw his face. It wasn't love at first sight per se, but to say you being enchanted was an understatement. Fortunately, your job taught you hide your emotions well.

He had brown eyes, curly hair, a poorly trimmed mustache and a beard, dimples and a devastatingly infectious smile. Everything in him exuded calm dominance and control of emotions, despite the open smile he displayed.

You sat at a table of 4 people, located in a quiet corner of the dining room. You were next to Tommy, Joel was facing you.

"So, I’ve finally met the person Tommy has been sowing wild oats with for all these years."

" ‘Sowing wild oats’ I don't know about that... We've been relatively cool as teenagers."

"You tell this to my parents who had to pick up Tommy from the police station after you got caught smoking weed," he laughed.

"Oh, that's typical teen stuff, nothing serious."

"Or when you were picked up from the Smiths because you were launching fireworks at their house on July 4th."

"Yeah well..."

The three of you laughed.

"So, Tommy told me that you lack construction sites with the crisis?"

"Yes it’s getting complicated. We don't do full weeks and it keeps slowing down."

"I see."

"So you work at Deviaux constructions? No problem of reducing construction sites?" Joel asked, before taking a sip of his drink.

"No, it's a very large group, financially we have strong backbones and a lot of companies work for us. I will need your turnover, the exact type of sites you can manage, and your schedule taking into account your current sites, so we could create a forecast on the sites that we can assign to you."

The rest of the evening you talked about work. Joel was clearly in charge of managing their company, and Tommy occasionally intervened on technical details.

You tried to hide the emotions you felt towards Joel, but his posture, his gestures, his way of speaking affested you and the more the evening progressed the more you grew attracted to him. Again, you drove these thoughts out of your mind. You tried, at least until you glanced at his hands, his dimples, his broadness again and again. His calmness and controlling attitude lured you in. You worried that Tommy would find out.

Fuck, you thought inwardly.

You arranged an appointment at your group's office 2 weeks later.

The next day, at work, Tommy and Joel were talking about the night before. Joel was relieved of your seriousness, the working methods of your group, and relatively confident about the future. Your reassuring and professional attitude gave him an optimistic outlook. Once in his bedroom, he thought back to the evening. Thought about you. Your smile, your warm, non-judgmental attitude, your ability to communicate and keep the conversation going. He fell asleep with a desire to meet you again

"See, I told you you'd appreciate her. When I think you've always refused to see her all these years, thinking she was a brainless girl..."

"Yeah, I thought she was just like you. Quite the opposite in fact."

"Jerk…"

During those two weeks, you chased the image of Joel away from your mind, already occupied by your current complicated relationship.

At the end of the 2nd work meeting, you invited Tommy and Joel to the group's annual meal, which you were organizing for the 3rd consecutive year. Invitations were sent to companies that work for the group, spouses and children are also invited. The goal is to thank the workers and to create unity between all stakeholders.

Like in previous years, you didn't plan to stay very long. You didn't like the attention and that PR side, others in the group being much better than you at it.

You and Tommy had planned to go to a restaurant while his fiancée was going out with friends.

You were wearing a suit and a tie. A quirky look with your hair. During your acceptance speech, you met Joel's eyes and smiled at him. Tommy looked at his brother from time to time, noticing that he couldn't take his eyes off you. Joel finally felt his caddie's gaze on him and smiled.

"She does that to everybody. Everyone falls in love with her."

"But not you?"

"She’s like a sister to me. I've never had a chance to be more. And now I wouldn't trade my place for anything in the world. She is the most loyal person I know, and a very dear friend."

At the end of your speech, you went to greet the respective small groups. Before you joinded them, Tommy warned his brother:

"The evening continues with music and a buffet. She will not stay," says Tommy.

"Why?"

"She doesn't like it. Too much effusions for her. We have to go eat at the restaurant."

"Just the two of you?"

"That is the plan. Wanna join us?"

"Won't she mind?"

"I don't think so. I’ll ask her, ok?"

"OK."

Tommy found you while Joel got a whiskey at the buffet. Tommy texted Joel an OK and after finishing his drink Joel joined you two.

"Hey", you said, smiling at Joel.

"Hey. Nice speech. Thank you for for being ok with me joining your little after party."

"The more the merrier," you replied. "Where's your daughter tonight?"

"Sleepover. She has less and less time for her old man."

All three of you went to the restaurant where you had a great evening. You offered them a nightcap at your house. Once you arrived you took off your suit jacket, remaining in a white t-shirt and with your black tie and pants. The three of you sat on the coach.

"Whisky" ? You offered, and they agreed.

You talked about different topics and laughed a lot. You felt comfortable and relaxed. Then your phone rang and you didn’t answer the first call. The second. The third. Finally you took the call going to the window and looking outside at the lights.

"Stop calling me." "I wanted to know how the evening was, that's all" "I don't want to talk right now." "Please don't hang up" "Fuck, I told you no! You know I hate it when you presure me like that. We... it’s over OK? We talked about it." "Yeah ? One more break up huh? Did you find someone else? Are you tired of me ? Again? When will it stop? That fucking story between you and me?" "I guess it is. Don't call me anymore. I need air, need a break."

You hung up and returned to the couch, where the boys had remained seated.

"Sorry for that"

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked, looking at you with worried eyes.

"Yeah. Where were we?"

The evening went on as if nothing had happened until Tommy's fiancee called him asking to pick her up.

"I'm sorry I have to go. Fiancé duty!"

Tommy had driven Joel there, so Joel was getting ready to get up to leave when you said:

"You can stay. It’s still early. I'll give you a lift after."

"With pleasure," he said with a smile.

You spent the night together talking and laughing. Joel told you about Sarah.

She was about to begin her first year of college in two weeks, and he could’t be more proud of her. He described her as a mature, conscientious and cheerful girl. He told you several times that he was very proud of her, especially for the fact that he never went to college  himself, having taken care of Sarah when he was still very young.

You drove him back in the early morning.

The next day at work, Joel asked Tommy about the phone call you received the day before.

"You know what happened?", Joel asked.

"It's this moron, Stefan", Tommy answered with a sigh, "Her boyfriend, well, ex boyfriend. Their relationship is complicated, toxic I’d say. They separated several times, then got back together. Every time they get back together I understand it less and less."

"He sounds clingy on her," Joel noted with furrowed brows.

"Yeah. More than she is. But she usually comes back to him. And she always leaves him. I don’t get it."

"Why don't you like him?"

"He’s been clinging to her for years now. She stops smiling when they are together. It’s like he sucks all energy out of her. We can’t stand each other, i see her less when they are together. Afraid i’d break his fucking jaw."

"How does she take it, that you don't like him?"

"I think at first it bothered her a little, but she knows that i just want to protect her. She didn't tell me they broke up. I hope it’s really over this time."

"Why do they keep getting back together?"

"I have thought about it. The only idea that comes to mind is that she wants to fix him. And it's fucking unhealthy. And..."

"And?"

"There’s something dark in her. I feel it sometimes. Like she wants to lose herself. It scares me."

"She hides it pretty well."

"Yeah. I don't think anyone knows her completely, just a small part of her, me probably more than the others. But she’s closed off sometimes and i worry about her."

Joel was confused after that conversation. It wasn’t the impression he had by being around you those two times, and it made him curious about you.

Once their projects done, Joel and Tommy began their collaboration with your group, and everything went smoothly. The three of you sometimes bumped into each other at your office, and Joel regularly joined Tommy and you for pub nights or dinners.

You liked to be in the company of the brothers, knowing that their relationship had not always been easy, but that they seemed to be at peace in the face of past conflicts.

They were certainly different, but you found something common in them. They had a strong protective side and you teased them about that. You liked to listen to their childhood anecdotes and you gradually realized that you greatly appreciated Joel's presence and personality.

You planed to have a drink at the pub that night, but Tommy canceled at the last moment. Joel sent you a message:

"You and me?"

You'd already gone out two nights together without Tommy, and the idea pleased you. The atmosphere was different when one of the brothers was not there. No macho rivalry, no teenage jokes.

"Of course, see you tonight" you texted back with excitement.

In the pub you had a drink and Joel told you about Sarah who had recently joined her college in another state. Everything was going well for her, she got along well with her roomate, and she was coming back home for the next break. Joel felt a little lost, living first time alone in his house, but the resumption of construction sites was helping him.

"No girlfriend?" you asked him with curiosity in your gaze.

"No. Nothing serious for several years. I always wanted to dedicate all my time to Sarah."

"But there was something non serious then?" you said with a smirk.

"Something like that," Joel answered looking at his drink and smiling softly.

Joel Miller, the less verbose of the two brothers.

The evening continued, and watching him made you regret not having met him before. You had never felt that feeling toward him when you were a teenager, Joel was a few years older than you and Tommy, and you saw him as someone scowling and always annoying his brother. That moment you thought how distorted your image had been, and you wonder if you would have dated. Looking at him, you told yourself that you would have totally dated him.

You drove that idea out of your mind again.

Joel. Your best friend's brother. Who you work with. Your relationship with Stefan has just ended (again).

An hour later you offered to have some pizza at your place. He agreed and you drove there in your car and after arriving you ordered pizza.

"Whiskey ?" you asked heading to the kitchen.

"Do you have anything else?" Joel asked waiting for you to get the drinks.

"Nope", you replied with a smile and he laughed.

You got two glasses and the bottle and sat on the couch. The evening was going great. You smoked cigarettes, ate pizza, and talked a lot. He told you that he was happy about his job, and thanked your for helping him and Tommy.

You were always amazed to see how the two of you talked so easily. Over time,with practice you learned how to keep a conversation going with anyone, though you could never feel at ease with other people. But you are surprisingly comfortable with Joel where usually you take a long time to feel close to someone, confident. You wondered if it was related to the fact that he was Tommy's brother.

Joel was also comfortable, contradicting Tommy`s words who had always described him as a bear spending more time grumbling than communicating, staying away from people, avoiding relationships because the only important thing to him was Sarah.

You reached for your glass and at that moment he also leaned over to the coffee table to grab his. Your hands brushed each other’s, electricity filled the air between you and suddenly, all your resolutions went up in smoke.

Until then, there hadn’t been any inappropriate gestures. No brushing. No allusion.

You were closer than you had ever been, that moment seemed like an eternity. You heared a voice in your head telling you to step back, to sit back and cool off.

Joel. Your best friend's brother. Who you work with. Your relationship with Stefan has that just ended.

But you’d never been able to resist temptation. Moreover, you DIDN’T want to resist it. You loved the feelings that ignited. The tension. Quite the opposite of your professional attitude, or what you showed to those around you. You loved the passion that was filling your lungs, and at that very moment you felt it burning in the pit of your stomach.

After this moment, which actually lasted only a fraction of a second, your gaze that was previously fixed on your hands and glasses rose to Joel, whose eyes were fixed on you. As they had never been before.

Your gaze slid to his lips and back to his eyes. He was looking at you and then at your lips as well. You wanted to say something but could’t find any words. Your eyes fell again to his luscious lips, you couldn’t help it. You swallowed and the voice in your head disappeared.

You didn’t know if it's the fault of the alcohol drunk in the pub and at home, but you kissed him. Shyly. You stepped back and bit your lip, unable to cope with his gaze, while your mind was once again bombarded with dozens of questions.

Time froze for a moment before he took your cheeks in his hands and kissed you back. Gently. You put your hands on his and kissed him back. Less shyly that time. You broke the kiss.

You looked at each other, your breaths intensifying. He took your hand and said "come closer" You stood up, your eyes were hooked on each other.

"Sit at the back of the couch", you told him. He settled as you asked him, and you straddled him.

He put his hands on your hips and looked at your lips waiting for your next move. You leaned towards him and caressed his cheek, gently. Then you kissed him again.

You couldn’t resist pressing your crotch against his, and you moaned as you were devouring each other. Feeling his bulge you could already feel that he had a big cock.

You finally backed down, got up and took off your top and pants, keeping your bra and panties.

"Take off your clothes," you told him quietly. You watched him take off his t-shirt. He got up and took off his pants, leaving only his boxers.

"Let’s go upstairs" you told him leading the way. He followed you and grabed your wrist while you were still on the stairs.

You turned to him and he pinned you against the wall. "Reason will wait", you told yourself.

He pressed his torso against your breasts, his hands roaming your cheeks, your breasts, your hips. His tongue entered your mouth and mingled with yours. Your tongues crossed and searched each other more and more avidly.

His hand came to rest against your crotch, still covered with your panties. You knew you were already soaked. You had been since making out on the couch. And you had been dripping since he grabbed your wrist as you were climbing the steps.

"Damn sweetheart… you’re fucking soaked..."

You moaned when you heard his words.

He ran his middle finger over your slit. Pressed a little more firmly on your clit. It made your already soaked panties even wetter. He said in your ear, in a very low voice:

"I'm gonna eat your pussy baby. I'm gonna make you come on my fingers and on my cock. And I'm sure no one has ever made you come like that. Especially not that jerk that hadn‘t been able to make  you stay with him."

It seemed like you weren’t the only one with a dark side noone knew about.

"Take me to your bedroom", he ordered. He let go of your hand and followed you up the stairs. You felt his gaze on your ass. Once in your bedroom you turned back to him.

"Take off your bra" You did as he said.

"Wow... Your breasts are beautiful."

You couldn’t help but imagine what he had in mind at that moment, what he didn’t say, but his leer was revealing. Joel was imagining jerking off with them, or cumming on them. Or both.

He approached you and kissed you again, hands on your cheeks. The change in his attitude (sweet, animalistic, sweet again) made your head spin. You caressed his arms, his shoulders, his back. Your touch lingered on every muscle you were feeling under your fingers.

You took his hand and led him to your bed where you settled on your back, your head resting on the pillow.

He lied down next to you and kissed you. His hand went down to your breasts. He kissed your neck, your collarbone and went down to your breast which he took in his mouth hungrily.

After a few seconds he crawled down again until his face was facing your crotch. He removed your panties.

He stared at you, and it was a far cry from the look you had seen when you had first met each other at Alexandro's a few weeks ago. His warm smile turned carnal. The dominant side had taken over and you felt your pussy tighten.

He looked at your soaked pussy and ran his index finger between your lips. He used your wetness to rub your clit and spat on it.

Not that you needed it. But it electrified you.

"You like that baby girl?"

"Yeah… fuck… yeah"

"You’re naughty aren’t you ? You came across the right person."

He inserted two fingers into your pussy and spat on your clit again. You moaned.

He pulled his fingers out and ran his tongue over your pussy, from the hole to the clit. Flat.

"You're so fucking wet."

He stared at you. Your eyes were fixed on the ceiling.

"Look at me. Look at me when I’m eating your pussy."

You dropped down your gaze to keep the eye contact.

"You taste so good on my tongue, baby"

He slid his tongue in your dripping hole and began fucking you with it. His thumb rubbing your clit. Your moans grew louder and louder.

He pushed his index and middle fingers into your pussy and sucked your bundle of nerves.

"Already gonna come sweetheart? I feel you squeezing my fingers."

"Joel... I... Yes... I'm gonna come"

"Come on my fucking fingers."

You exploded on his fingers and in his mouth.

His embrace didn’t not loose, he licked you to the last drop, until all your wetness was on his tongue.

"Joel wait.... It's too much"

"It’s not. You’re gonna give me another one, right now."

He pulled back and droped his saliva on your pussy.

"Oh god…"

He grined, hearing you. He spread your folds with his fingers and looked at the mess he created.

"Fuck baby…. You have no idea what I'm gonna do to you. You’ll become my little slut. You have that in you. I wasn't sure when I noticed it at first, but we're going to have a lot of fun you and me," he said looking at you with dark hungry eyes.

His confidence drove you crazy. How could he have this certainty so quickly? Did he see what was lurking deep inside you? That no one had ever seen?

While your thoughts were swarming, he breathed in your scent and stuck his tongue into your pussy and his ring finger went down to your ass. Wet from your juice that flowed to it. He pressed on your tight ring of muscle.

"The fuck… Joel ?!"

"Don't tell me you don't like it. Not a dirty girl like you." You moaned and squirmed again

"Come again baby. Give it to me."

You gripped his hair with your hands and brought your pussy as close to his mouth as possible. He inserted the tip of his ring finger into your ass, his index and middle fingers in your pussy, and focused on your clit with his tongue until you exploded again.

"Fuck baby.... You're gonna drive me crazy. If I had fucked you like that when I was younger I would have come in my boxers just hearing you moan like a slut."

He crawled up your naked body and kissed you. You felt your taste on his tongue and lips

"Like how you taste?" he asked breaking the kiss.

"Yes, so fucking hot," you replied with a breathy voice. He was pleased with your answer and quickly gave you another order.

"Get up and sit on the edge of the bed."

You did as he told, and found yourself facing his crotch, still covered in boxers. You saw the bulge and couldn’t hold back a choke. You glanced up at him.

" 's gonna be okay baby, you can do it," he said gently cupping your cheek. You swallowed your saliva, and tugged down his boxers. His cock sprang free.

"Fuck", you said, biting your lip.

"I know baby. I know."

You took it in your hand and droped saliva on the tip. You began jerking it off and then took it in your mouth. Just the tip, at the beginning. Time to get used to its girth. You swirled your tongue around the tip and heard him moan.

"You’re doing so well sweetheart." His hand was on the back of your head

Your mouth went down his member.

"Shit that’s so good baby."

You took it as deeper as you could. You felt his hips rolling towards you, he started fucking your mouth gently. Until his cock reached your throat. You gasped, but didn’t back down.

"Good girl", he mumbled getting greedy, impatient.

"Fuck you’re doing so good, taking me so well."

You pulled back until you got it out of your mouth and looked at it. A trickle of saliva connected your mouth to his cock.

"You're so beautiful baby. Can I fuck your mouth?" he asked, alternating between sweetness and animality that made you lose your mind.

You said ‘yes’ and took him in your mouth again letting him handle the movements. He put his hands on the sides of your head and sank into your mouth.

"Oh yeah..."

He sank deeper and deeper at a slow pace until it hit the back of your throat. His fists clenched into your hair and he held you in place. You gasped

"Stay like that honey. Don't move." Then he released his grip. You backed up to catch your breath.

"Again", he commanded.

You took it back in your mouth and he put his hands back on the side of your head. He inserted itself slowly into your throat and held you there. He moved his hand down your neck, and squeezed it until he felt his cock through your skin.

"Fuck… You take me so well." He pulled out of your mouth.

"I'm gonna fuck you now. Lie on your back, baby."

He lied down between your thighs. He kissed you and pressed his tip against your entrance. He stoped there, teasing you. He inserted his tongue into your mouth, and you swirled yours around his. He pulled away to look at you.

"Open wide, baby." You opened your mouth, he droped his saliva there and pushed his cock into you at the same time, up to half of it. He backed up and made another push, bottoming out.

"Oh fuck… Joel…. You’re so thick"

He set a slow and powerful rhythm.

"Yeah take it honey... Take it good."

Your head sank into your pillow, as you tilted it back. You felt your walls tighten against him.

"Yeah squeeze me like that, keep doing it."

You wraped your legs around his waist and followed his moves.

"You're doing well. You take me so well."

Meanwhile he kissed your lips, your jaw, your neck. He caresseed your cheeks. His gestures were gentle, the opposite of the power he was imposing on your pussy. You moaned and ran your hands over his arms, his shoulders.

"On all fours baby." You followed his command getting on your hands and knees. He sank into you and bottomed out

"Oh fuck", you exclaimed.

His hands clung to your hips and began pistoning into you. Your head was resting on the pillow as you suffered his cock strokes, that were going even deeper than before. He set an increasingly powerful pace, then spread your cheeks.

He spat his saliva on your asshole and put his thumb against it. You tightened against his finger.

"You like that, baby?"

"Y… shit… Yeah i love that"

"Dirty girl..."

He kept pounding you.

"Touch yourself baby. Come on my cock and on my thumb. Squeeze them while you come. Come on baby."

You brought your fingers to your clit and started rubbing it.

"Faster Joel. Please"

He picked up the pace, to the point that you started screaming.

"Oh yeah baby? Go ahead, scream. Show all your neighbors how well you get fucked by my big cock."

His words pushed you over the edge and you came hard, clutching his cock and his thumb. He continued to fuck you for a few minutes, at a frenzied pace, while you were weakened from your orgasm and its power. You heard his moans increasing, he pulled out and stood by the bed.

"On your knees, tongue out."

You watched him jerk off while he was devouring you with his eyes. He put his cock on your tongue and you felt the ropes of cum covering your tongue, your mouth and your throat. He was jerking off until his balls were emptied.

"Swallow."

It was the first time you fucked. And you already knew you’d be under his spell. You just hoped he wouldn’t burn you in flames.

Part 2

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Lullabies of Life

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — prompt 13 with eddie roundtree

✧.* summary — It was supposed to be just a hookup, but he became the father of your daughter and the love of your life.

✧.* warnings — mentions of pregnancy.

✧.* word count — 4.0k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I fell in love with this little family, I hope you guys fall in love too. Good reading 🫶🏾

The bustling bar was a sanctuary of rhythm and revelry, a haven where music echoed through the air and laughter intertwined with the clinking of glasses. Its dimly lit interior exuded a vintage charm, with walls adorned by colorful posters of iconic bands from the era. The aroma of spirits and the familiar buzz of conversation enveloped the space, creating an ambiance that oozed with nostalgia and possibility.

Amidst the lively crowd, Eddie found himself drawn to the bar, its magnetic energy pulling him closer. His eyes fell upon you, the enchanting bartender who seemed to command the room with a flick of your wrist and a radiant smile. He approached the counter with a grin, eager to engage in their delightful banter.

"Hey there, stranger," You greeted him, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. The word "stranger" was delivered with a playful lilt, a nickname that hinted at the connection they were about to forge.

Eddie leaned against the bar, his voice brimming with charm. "Well, if I'm a stranger, then let me be the one who gets to know you better."

You chuckled, your fingers gracefully maneuvering the cocktail shakers. "Oh, so you're a smooth talker, huh? We'll see about that."

As the night unfolded, Eddie and you engaged in a delightful dance of words amidst the ebb and flow of the bar's enchanting melodies. The clinking of ice against glass, the occasional burst of laughter, and the vibrant hum of conversation formed the backdrop to your blossoming connection.

Eddie would order a drink, taking in the eclectic playlist that filled the room with nostalgia. You, always attentive, would slip playful comments into your conversation, occasionally referring to him as "stranger" as a playful reminder of their initial encounter.

Over time, your flirty exchanges at the bar evolved into something deeper and more intimate. The magnetism between you and Eddie grew stronger with each passing day, drawing you both into a passionate liaison that extended beyond the confines of the club.

As the night grew darker and the bar closed its doors, you found solace in each other's company. Eddie's presence became a constant, a reassuring presence waiting for you after your shift ended. Together, you would slip away to secret hideaways, where the world faded into insignificance, and it was only the two of you.

In the hushed corners of hotel rooms or the hidden embrace of secluded spots, you explored the depths of desire and indulged in the pleasures of each other's company. It was a friends-with-benefits arrangement, an unspoken agreement that allowed you both to revel in the physical connection without the complications of a committed relationship.

The moments shared were passionate and intoxicating. The touch of his hands, the taste of his lips, the way his body melded with yours—each encounter was a symphony of sensations, a dance of unspoken longing and untamed passion. In those stolen moments, you found release and a refuge from the demands of the world.

But as the flames of desire burned brightly, so too did the risk of falling deeper. Moments of tenderness would slip through the cracks, fleeting glimpses of a connection that extended beyond the physical. It was in those stolen glances, in the whispered words of affection, that the lines between friendship and something more became blurred.

The arrangement of a friend with benefits relationship was both thrilling and bittersweet. It allowed you to explore your desires, to indulge in the heat of the moment, yet it left the door ajar for the possibility of yearning for more. Every encounter was an intoxicating blend of pleasure and the unspoken question of what might lie beyond the confines of your secret trysts.

Together, you walked a tightrope, balancing between the exhilaration of passion and the lingering desire for something deeper. The memories created in those hidden moments would forever be etched in your hearts, a testament to the connection shared and the complexities of navigating a relationship that blurred the boundaries of friendship and desire.

…

You and Eddie carried on with what you had, you preferred not to name something so good, you just lived and loved every moment, but the love of desire and fulfillment of it made you careless. You sat on the edge of gour worn-out couch, your hands trembling as you clutched the positive pregnancy test. Thoughts raced through your mind like a whirlwind, and a mix of fear and excitement coursed through your veins. You needed to share this life-altering news with Eddie, although the fear of his reaction filled your chest every second pass.

With shaky fingers, you dialed Eddie's number, your voice filled with urgency and vulnerability as you pleaded, "Eddie, please come over. There's something important I need to tell you."

Minutes later, Eddie arrived at your doorstep, his face etched with concern. As he entered the apartment, his eyes met yours, searching for answers. The air was heavy with tension, thick with the weight of the news about to be shared.

"You're scaring me, you called me by my name on the phone." Eddie chuckled until he took knowledge of your worried features. "Is everything alright?"

Your voice quivered as you handed him the pregnancy test, your fingers brushing against each other in an electric moment. "I just found out," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper and your hands trembling. "I'm pregnant, Eddie."

Eddie's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. The room fell silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in. He stepped closer to you, his voice filled with a mix of awe and disbelief. "A baby?" he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're carrying our child?"

You nodded, tears glistening in your eyes. "Yes, Eddie. What the hell are we gonna do?"

Emotions cascaded over Eddie's face like a tidal wave. The initial shock gave way to a profound sense of responsibility and determination. He closed the distance between you, gently cupping your face in his hands. "Y/N, I know we didn't plan any of this, not at all, but I'm here to support you" he says, his voice filled with raw emotion. "And being honest with you, knowing that we have a child together, it brings me more comfort than having this baby with anyone else. Of course, if that's your choice... having the baby."

"I want to have the baby." You say crying and he hugs you closer, conveying comfort.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you clung to Eddie's words, your heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and love. In that tender moment, they shared an unspoken understanding that this unexpected twist of fate was an opportunity for growth and a chance to explore the depths of their connection. And of course, you agreed to be your best selves for this child.

After hours of talking that morning, you decided that it would be better to cut off any romantic attitudes between you, for the sake of the baby it would be better not to confuse anything from now on.

With your hands entwined, you faced the unknown together, ready to embrace the journey of parenthood as a united front. Little did you know that this new chapter would not only reveal the strength of your love but also redefine your understanding of yourselves and the remarkable bond you shared.

…

You were feeling horrible, the nausea wouldn't leave you alone since last morning and your head ache as if a carnival float was giving a parade in it. Eddie was by your side all this time, helping you with everything you needed and if you were honest that messed with your feelings, you knew it was his duty as this baby's father, but the cold that grew in your stomach when he took care of you was inevitable.

You had your eyes closed but you couldn't sleep, you could hear Roundtree in the kitchen preparing something for you to have dinner and you decide to get up and go to him. You stop at the entrance to the kitchen, an involuntary smile spreads across your face when you see the way he was trying to understand the recipe.

You watched the clock on the wall pass the hours and your chest tightened at the thought of him leaving your place, his presence made you feel more relaxed about all of this. You involuntarily rest your hand on your belly that already showed your baby's development, you sigh loudly catching the bassist's attention.

"You alright there?" He asks, and you try to hold in a laugh when you see him in an apron. "Did our little bean let you rest?"

"Not actually." You smile weakly, approaching him. "Would you mind spending the night?"

Eddie's body freezes, he wonders several times if his ears had heard correctly, he turns to you analyzing every detail in your face for any sign of joke or humor, and when he doesn't find it he worries. "Are you that bad? Don't you want me to take you to the hospital?"

You roll your eyes and instantly give up making the invitation, maybe you had misunderstood what he felt. You leave the kitchen disappointed, "I'm going to my room."

Worried, Roundtree turned off the fire and made his way towards the bedroom, following the sound of your voice. As he entered the room, he found you lying on the bed, your eyes fixed on the ceiling, lost in your thoughts.

"I like it when you're here," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing. Sensing his presence, you turned your head towards him, your eyes locking with his. Roundtree sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze attentive as he listened intently to your words.

"I want you to stay, but if you don't... It's okay, I understand," you continued, your voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

Roundtree's expression softened, his hand reaching out to gently stroke your leg. "You know I'll do anything to help you through the pregnancy," he reassured, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I'll stay with you."

Despite his words, an underlying sense of unease lingered on his face, his turmoil evident. He felt the weight of the situation, the frustration of not knowing how to improve things or make you feel better. "Look, I don't know what I did to upset you but–"

Before he could finish his sentence, you closed the distance between you, surprising him with an unexpected kiss. It was a passionate and spontaneous gesture, born out of the emotions swirling between you. Roundtree's initial surprise gave way to a reciprocated desire as he kissed you back, his lips meeting yours in a moment of shared vulnerability and longing.

In that instant, the worries and uncertainties melted away, replaced by the warmth of your connection. The kiss spoke volumes, expressing the depth of your feelings for each other, transcending the words that had gone unspoken.

"I want you to stay because of me." You say after the kiss, feeling his breath hitch on your face. "That's what I want, I want you."

"My precious…" He smiles, closing his eyes. "Are you sure?"

"I don't want you to just be my baby's daddy." You say frustrated, pulling away from him a little. "Stay with me..."

Eddie was holding back a smile, and you knew he wanted to make some joke of the situation, or of course, drop a line at you. "Just say it stranger."

"So you want me to be your daddy, uh?" The smirk that grew on his face made you let out a genuine laugh.

"You're ridiculous!" You exclaim pulling him down onto the bed. "Now cuddle with me."

…

Amidst the journey of pregnancy, you and Eddie found yourselves navigating uncharted emotional territory. The anticipation of becoming parents together brought a newfound awareness of your feelings, deepening your connection in unexpected ways.

As the months passed, you couldn't help but notice Eddie's increased affection and care towards you. He would accompany you to doctor's appointments, his hand resting protectively on your growing belly, his eyes filled with awe and wonder. The way he spoke to your unborn child, whispering words of love and promises of a bright future, touched your heart in ways you had never imagined.

One quiet morning, as the dawn cast a soft glow into the room, you and Eddie found yourselves sitting side by side on the edge of the bed. You placed Eddie's hand on your belly, feeling the gentle kicks and movements of your little one.

Eddie's voice was filled with tenderness as he addressed your unborn child. "Hey there, little one, they're kicking" he whispered the last part at you with a sparkle in his eyes and you can't help but smile, his voice carrying a mixture of awe and excitement. "You're growing stronger every day, and we can't wait to meet you. Your mom and I love you more than words can express."

You watched Eddie, your heart swelling with a mixture of joy and affection. "That's right, baby," you chimed in, your voice filled with warmth. "You're surrounded by so much love. We're here for you, every step of the way."

Suddenly, your baby let out a particularly enthusiastic kick, causing you to laugh. "Looks like our little kicker is ready for some action," you exclaimed, a playful gleam in your eyes.

Eddie chuckled, his hand still resting on your belly. "I think our future rockstar is already rehearsing for their first concert," he joked, his voice filled with amusement.

You playfully nudged Eddie's arm. "Well, just don't let Warren know about it cuz since I told him that the baby won't stop kicking, he's been to like twenty different stores looking for a mini drum set," you say, laughing as you remembered the drummers words.

Eddie feigned a hurt expression, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "It's not like my child is going to play the drums, it's business will be string instruments, right little bean?" he retorted, kissing your belly, a twinkle in his eyes.

You both burst into laughter, your shared humor creating an atmosphere of joy and lightness. In that moment, you realized that amidst the seriousness of pregnancy and impending parenthood, there was room for laughter and playfulness.

As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, you and Eddie sat in laughter-filled silence, your hearts intertwined with the tiny heartbeat within your womb. The sunlight hits your naked body and your boyfriend admires you as if you are the most beautiful work in the world, you feel a flush on your cheeks and you look away.

"Are you embarrassed now, my precious?" He says laying closer to you, kissing your cheek. "After everything we did tonight?" He says with a sly look and you smack him on the arm, burying your face in the pillow.

"I need to sleep, the baby hasn't been quiet all night." You close your eyes pretending to sleep.

"Hey baby, let your mother sleep, daddy tired her today" Eddie whispers close to your navel, as if sharing a secret with your child.

You sit up with a serious look on your face, your face now hot with embarrassment. "Hey! Don't talk about these things with the baby."

"My bad my bad." He says after a series of laughs from you, pulling you closer to him. "Now come sleep in my arms, my precious." He kisses the top of your head and you feel safe and sound.

…

Inside the bustling recording studio, Daisy Jones and the Six poured their hearts into the music, unaware of the impending news. Eddie's fingers glided across the bass strings, his mind fully absorbed in the melodies.

Suddenly, Teddy Price, their producer, burst into the room, his face flushed with urgency.

"Eddie, I've got something important," Teddy called out, waving for them to stop playing.

Eddie takes off his headphones, waiting for the older man to tell him what was going on. "Y/N's waters broke. She's on her way to the hospital. It's time," he announced.

"What?!" Warren yelled, jumping from his drum set.

Everyone turns to Rojas with raised eyebrows, he was excited about the idea of being godfather from the beginning of your pregnancy. Eddie felt his heart pounding like a wild animal, it was time, he was going to meet his baby.

Desperate they go to Warren's van, the streets of LA were congested with people returning to their homes after a long day at work and Warren felt he was going to have a breakdown.

"¡Vete a la mierda, cabrón!" Rojas cursed yet another driver who passed in front of him, his hands were sweating and he was struggling to concentrate.

"Warren is already the second exit you missed." Billy says irritated, he saw Eddie desperate in the passenger seat. "Let's change places."

"It's not your goddaughter being born, I'm the one driving!" Warren speaks sullenly at the situation.

"First of all, we don't even know if it's a girl, second of all...Quit being reckless!" Billy gets up from the back of the van taking Warren's belt off.

"Do you want to kill me?" Rojas says as he feels the grip of the feeling released from him.

"Get out of there Warren!" Billy pulls the drummer to the back of the van as the vehicle stops at the light.

"Okay okay, but only because I wanted to!" He says switching places with the older Dunne, Eddie makes a face when he sees Rojas' ass on his face during this change of places.

Eddie stepped into the hospital, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of flowers brought by well-wishers. The walls were adorned with faded paintings, remnants of an era gone by, while the sound of muffled voices and beeping machines created a symphony of activity.

He followed the signs that led him down a long corridor, his footsteps echoing against the tiled floor. The atmosphere was hushed, the occasional sound of a baby's cry punctuating the stillness. The soft hum of conversations between doctors and nurses drifted through the hallways, adding to the sense of purpose that permeated the space.

As Eddie approached the door to the labor and delivery ward, he paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. The sound of his own heartbeat filled his ears, the weight of impending fatherhood settling upon his shoulders. He took a deep breath, finding solace in the knowledge that you were just beyond that door, bringing your child into the world.

Roundtree pushed open the door to the labor and delivery ward, and his eyes immediately fell upon you, lying in the hospital bed. Beads of perspiration dotted your forehead, evidence of the intense physical exertion you were going through. The room was filled with a symphony of sounds—the rhythmic beeping of monitors, the hushed whispers of medical staff, and your own deep, controlled breaths.

Your face was a canvas of mixed emotions, a cocktail of determination, pain, and anticipation. Your brows furrowed with each contraction, the waves of discomfort coursing through your body. The lines of your face tightened, and your grip on the bed rails tightened in response to the increasing intensity.

The air in the room seemed to hum with a sense of purpose and urgency. Nurses and doctors moved around you, their voices soft and comforting as they offered encouragement and monitored your progress. Their gentle touch and soothing words were like anchors, providing a sense of support in the midst of the storm.

As Eddie approached your bedside, his heart ached seeing you in this state. He took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours, offering a steadying presence. He could feel the strength of your grip, a testament to your resilience and determination. His eyes never wavered from your face, his love and admiration shining through the concern etched on his features.

Each contraction rippled through your body like a storm, intensifying and then subsiding, leaving you breathless but resolute. The pain etched lines of raw vulnerability on your face, but there was also an undeniable beauty in the strength you displayed, the unwavering commitment to bring life into the world.

Amidst the physical sensations that consumed you, your eyes met Eddie's, finding solace in his presence. In that shared gaze, unspoken words passed between you, a silent acknowledgment of the journey you were on together. His touch and unwavering support were a lifeline, grounding you in the midst of the whirlwind of labor.

As the medical team continued to guide you through each contraction, their voices blending with the symphony of beeps and your own primal vocalizations, Eddie stood by your side, a pillar of unwavering support. He whispered words of encouragement, his voice a gentle melody amidst the chaos, reminding you of the strength within you.

In that labor and delivery room, time seemed to bend and sway, as if the world outside ceased to exist. The pain and intensity were all-consuming, but through it all, a glimmer of hope and anticipation shone in your eyes. Eddie, witnessing your strength and perseverance, knew in his heart that together you would weather this storm, emerging on the other side with a precious gift—a new life, their baby, a testament to the love you shared.

Amid the pain that fills your body like a devastating wave you hear your baby's cry and such a sound in your eardrums makes you cry too. The doctor announces the arrival of his daughter and Eddie smiles widely when he sees the crumpled face of the baby, Aurora Roundtree, his new reason to live was right there for just a fell second and changed everything for him.

"You did it, my precious.” He kisses the top of her head. “Our daughter is beautiful."

…

You didn't know what to expect, after all everything with your boyfriend's band was always beyond any kind of imagination and possibility. Although you took care of your newborn together with her father, you feared what the presence of your friends could bring.

"Warren is the last I tell you." You say into the phone, as Eddie naps your daughter. "If you bring weed over here, I'll rip you apart."

Eddie starts laughing softly, trying not to wake up little Aurora who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. When she finally falls asleep he puts her in her crib, then hugs you tenderly.

"Don't you miss some weed darling?" he asks in a playful tone and you pat his chest.

They didn't take long to arrive, Camila Billy and Julia were the first. The little toddler approaches you with a gift and hands it to you with a shy smile.

"Thank you Jules." You say bending down to pick up the package. "Do you want to see the little bean?"

The little one waves shyly, hiding behind her father's leg, you hold out your hand for her to lead her to her daughter's crib. Julia stands nearby admiring the baby curiously and you stand beside her while Billy, Camila and Eddie talk.

Some time later Daisy arrives with Karen, both with their proper gifts in hand, you thank them and introduce the little one to them and as time goes by you talk and eat the snack prepared by Eddie moments before they arrive.

When the sound goes down, you notice the delay of Graham and Warren and you get worried, both of them didn't answer the phone at the house in Laurel Canyon and that increased the anguish of not knowing where they are.

You hear the classic rumble of the van's old engine and it automatically quiets your heartbeats, but before it becomes a pattern you hear a loud noise followed by an "Ouch".

Interestingly, everyone leaves for the front door of the house, finding Warren with his hands on his toes, Graham scratching his head and a relatively large box with a sticker that says 'Fragile.'

"What the fuck is this Rojas?" You question while laughing at the situation.

Warren ignores the pain shooting up from his toes into his body, spreads his arms and points to the box with excitement. "Guess who found a mini drum set?"

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