#i think shes at that stage too of not realizing she CAN ask that without being called weird/strange
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I want a new weighted blanket that's a little cooler, and my very specific sensory stipulations would rather have a feel before buying ANYTHING.
We were shopping the other day and my own mother needed to feel blankets/pillows to understand what I meant by Too Much Texture.
My niece (who we believe is also on the spectrum), had no problems understanding Texture differences. Then she found this hypersoft blanket and it was the only one left. [Koolaburra Ellowyn by Ugg].
Anyway...I want to touch all the available weighted blankets before choosing and that's not possible.
#autsim#actually autistic#actually audhd#my neice is a mess AND she's at the pre-teen stage#her behavior is very reminiscent of my own when i was younger#my symptoms being called â¨ď¸quirksâ¨ď¸#shes sleeping ON her stuffed animals#which isnt great in the long run#i think its because its softer#im like that too#but her mother asks me: why doesnt she communicate/express her feelings on it#i think shes at that stage too of not realizing she CAN ask that without being called weird/strange#im hoping that our shopping day will help her speak up#right now she's lying (wine cooler/food/not sleeping)#and her mother's choice is to take away her stuffed animals since she sleeping on them#shes insomniac but they dont have money right now#so i gave them a list of alternatives to try#and they're like shes not going to try them#the only thing that goes to my head for that is demand avoidance#im trying to help my neice by advocating for her and maybe through example of myself to show her better options#she wants white bedding
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Busy, Dying. Part 1;
Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader
Summary: In an in-between place called his life, Joel Miller is alone. In search of a cure. In need of a miracle. In want of God.
Can I interest you in a cure for loneliness? She'd asked him in a language without words. Taking it is the easy part. Letting her go is impossible.
-OR-
an a/b/o soulmates AU
Rating: Explicit 18+
Content Warnings: No Outbreak AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Soulmates AU, Infidelity, Cheating, HEA!!!!!, Angst, Fluff & Smut, Mating Bites, Knotting, Heat Sex, Breeding Kink, Group Therapy, Social Experiments, Basically puppy training for unsocialized Alphas, And by God that man will be house trained by the time sheâs done with him!, Complicated family dynamics, Discussions of self harm, Depression, Existential Angst, Author returns not with a whimper but with a KNOT, I wrote this in a very unserious state of mind bewareÂ
A/N: Gray November, I've been down since July - but we're so back, baby. Iâve missed this so bad. Iâve missed you all, I wonât drone on and on. I hope you enjoy, and please talk to me in the comments. Update me on what Iâve missed, let me know how youâve been and whatâs happening in your life.
A great heartfelt thank you to all of my wonderful friends who so supportively cheered me on while I struggled to write this. Sincerely the best people I know.Â
Love you all madly.
Word Count: 6.5K
Read on AO3
Part 1;
The old linoleum tiles are the most peculiar shade of puce, and Joel has realized that there is someone sitting at the back of the room who smells⌠strange.Â
More brown than purpleâan ugly color. Thereâs something about it that fascinates him.
The woman that is currently speaking tells of her husband; itâs the only tale she has to tell. Sheâs been doing it for weeks, and they all know it well by now. Older, omega, the woman, and at the latter and less comely stage of life. Most of them here can say the same. They usually give their names, those that get up to shareâalthough itâs never a requirement when you attend, it is highly encouragedâthe sharing, he meansâbut he never pays much mind to themâthe names, that is. Thatâs not what heâs here for after allâto make friends. Although, he does see how thatâd be the initial assumption.Â
Joel Miller is here for something more specific.
Six weeks heâs been showing up to these things now, and heâs yet to take a turn. He tells himself heâs working up to it.Â
What that specific thing isâŚhe hasnât quite figured out. Heâs listening for it, though, and intently, even if he does skip over the names. Itâs the details of what theyâre telling that matter to him. The hows and intricate whys of what it is that brought them here today. Â
Her youth had been spent on a drunk, the woman is sayingâher husbandâand heâd been cruel to her in those days when there was still currency to spend in the form of her vitality. Joel nods at the puceâyes, he thinks, thatâs usually the way of it. But later, thereâs more to the story she reminds her audience, he drank himself into a fit, and had never been right since. The cruelty had been taken away from the marriage after that, and sheâd been put in charge.Â
âBut I wonder,â she says, âIf sometimes I donât miss it, the way heâd been,â âif the reason she was here now, with all of the rest of them that were just like her in their own unique ways, was that sheâd been left lonely after her cruel husband had been exchanged for a sick one.Â
Joel nods again and wonders what sort of face the woman wears as she confesses but doesnât bother to check. No matter, he knows theyâre the same. If not in designation, then in heart.Â
Itâs easy, that thing, he does it too, to wish for the bad. To want to hold on to it, the thing that hurts. Addictive, even, in some cases. Missing it is easy.Â
Itâs why heâs here.Â
And itâs what they promise you. In their flyers and pamphlets, when they stand on the corners of streets talking people up wearing that look in their eye and that slouch in their step, when they smell it on youâor in the lack there ofâa mate or a purpose.
Welcome to our meeting. Weâre here to find the cure for loneliness.Â
Thatâs what they promise you when you come here.Â
Itâd been that word: loneliness, actually, that had caught him. L-O-N-E-liness. There was something attractive about it to him. Not a label but a state.Â
You see, it was like this: Joel had seen a therapist once, several years ago, against his will and at the behest of another, whoâd said all the wrong things in all the wrong ways.Â
âYou sound depressed, Joel,â the therapist had told him.Â
Heâd worn horn rimmed glasses and had a shiny bald head he could see the reflection of the overhead lights in. And worseâthe non-scent of a beta which told him theyâd never understand each other in the ways Joel longed to be understood. Heâdânot hated him, necessarilyâbut felt an immense apathy for the man; more so than the regular apathy he felt for most things in his life.Â
âI donât know what that means.âÂ
âVery, very sad,â was the official diagnosis.
Joel hadnât liked the sound of the word. The label. He did not like that a word so succinct could be ascribed to him and all that had happened to him in his life. There was no word for it. It just was.Â
But there was something different about a state of aloneness, which if attributed to himself, he could accept. He had been left alone, in ways. It was a tangible thing he could look around a room inside of himself and recognize.Â
Theyâre meetings, is what this place isâencounter groups this coalition offers where lonely demi humans can come to congregate, discuss their aloneness, what had led them to such a state; their lack of attachments, connections, matesâalpha, omega. Held in the basement of the Emmanuel Episcopal Church on Newbury street, right between his shop and house, although they never talk about religion which he likes because he doesnât believe in religion.Â
God is still under review.Â
He wonders if the Catholics wouldnât have them.Â
Sitting forward in his seat, the metal folding chair that always leaves his back aching something fierce, he presses his elbows into his knees to distract with alternative pressure. Focusing on his fingers woven together between his spread legs, he tries to pay attention to the man whoâs stood up to speak now. Older than himself, late sixties, no children, no family, no nothinâ; heâd run them all off.Â
But Joel is distracted.Â
The smell is stronger now. Stranger too. Something full bodied, but metallic like rust, astringent bleach, built in a way that forces saliva to pool heavy between his suddenly aching gums. A mask that sits atop something of a much different chemical architectureâthatâs the strange part.Â
Orâno. The back of his neck itches, and Joel lifts a palm to cup his nape, quell the sting, feel the tender mark. No. The strange part is not the illusion of the smell. What it is, actually, is that heâs fairly certain what heâs smelling is someone else's blockers. Something which heâs positive heâs never consciously noticed on another person in the thirty plus years since heâd presented as an alpha.Â
He has, suddenly, the quite intense urge to peek over his shoulder, certain that heâll be caught smelling things he has no business smelling. That there will be someone just there, breathing down the nape of his neck with accusation on their tongueâboo!
Silly. But heâd known today would not be a good day.Â
Itâd started off wrong. The milk had gone sour overnight, the check engine light had come on in his truck, all his socks were suddenly mismatched with not a single pair to be found, and his usual route to work had been waylaid by some freak accident. A tree split in half, one side into a house, the other into the road. Not a sign of lightning in the sky all night long.Â
Perhaps he might be compelled to believe in God after all.Â
Joel does not like it when things are out of order or out of the ordinary. His life was organized in a way that never caused him strife or excess. And it was not that he was stuck in his ways, only that he enjoyed his routine and disliked when things were not as they should be. And thisâwhatever it is heâs smelling, whoeverâis not as it should be.Â
The older gentleman, an Alpha too, is still speaking. He had a daughter, has, who no longer speaks to him. Wonât even take his money. Heâd had a long career in government thatâd filled him with greed and paranoia and a radical view of life that refused to align with the way young people saw the world now. Perhaps heâd tried to change at certain times, but he was old and set in his ways. Or maybe he hadnât wanted to change as badly as he should have when he still had the chance to. Happily stuck in the past. His wife had died, and his daughter had gone away from him. Too tired of his mediocrity as a father to give him another chance.Â
The man sounds like he feels sorry for himself. Like he thinks himself the victim, and this one, Joel does look up at. He looks old and worn down, heavy beer pouch and thinning hair and sagging jowls. A sad and lonely man. Joel wonders if thatâs how he looks to the other people in this room, as well.Â
âNo man knows how bad he is until he has tried very hard to be good.â Joel blinks, looks at him more closely, tries very hard to find similarities between themselves. But noânot quite right, not the thing heâs looking for. Their plight is different. This man is not alone, heâs got his weakness to keep him company.Â
The one thing Joel had fought like hell to keep out of his repertoire of issues. Heâd run from even the possibility of it as soon as she was dead, left Texas straight for the Northeast and from thereafter, everything heâd done, heâd done with a staunchness of character. If at the end of it, that staunchness was made up of apathy or numbness or dissociative fury, well, then at least he wasnât still that man whoâd been too weak to save his daughter.Â
That counted very much in Joelâs book.Â
An overabundance of cold numbness, little anger, everything a static hazeâan abstinent winter. That was his whole life. But then, look at him now, he was here, wasnât he? Heâd taken that brochure handed to him on that last warm Tuesday weeks ago as heâd headed back to the shop from lunch.Â
Hello, sir. Could I interest you in a cure for loneliness? The young omega had said.Â
Itâd started like anythingâan experiment or a desperate ploy. The monotony had been steady going the past few years, getting older, colder. Heâd grown hard and solitary around his wound, loneliness spread like a fungus, and heâd longed for any sort of change.Â
âA cureâŚhow?â The terrible shrink had come to mind.
âOh, nothing to fret over.â The young man had a nice smile, Joel remembers. Kind and straight toothed. Honest in the way that a stranger knocking on your door to sell you a Bible seems honest. âWe call it an encounter group. People come, share, tell the tales of their designation and their lives. In the end, the result is different for different people. Some move on to a second step if they need more. Others find what theyâre looking for just through the connection of sharing. But no matter the result, youâll see, youâll be cured. Promise.â Heâd winked, smile deepening, giving him an appreciative once over at the end of his spiel. Joel had blinked back, surprised, confused, but curiosity peaked enough heâd obsessed over it for three short days before heâd found himself stepping into the molted incense smell of the belly of a church so dimly lit he was sure not even God peaked in this sad space any longer.
âItâs that easy?â Joel had asked, childlike in his throat-strangled hope.
âThat easy.â
It seemed the smile had been honest enough to sell him the Bible.Â
The scent insists upon itself as the older gentleman finishes up, and Joelâs nose tickles with whatever it is itâs whispering at him. He wants to get up and walk out, run away, but suddenly his gut is tight and hot, and he isnât sure he can actually stand up without disgracing himself in front of all these people. A wash of agonized heat moves through him, confused at whatâs suddenly happening to his body.Â
âWe have a newcomer today sharing for the first time,â Maria, the woman who leads the group, says at the front of the room. âEveryone give her a warm welcome, itâs her first day and already sheâs brave enough to jump on up here.â
Thereâs the shuffling of bodies in their seats, a cleared throat, the man sitting behind Joel breathes so loudly he thinks heâs gotta have some sort of medical condition, the puce turns more hideous by the second, and his own heart is beating so hard in his ears the rush of blood is dizzying. He feels each thump of the thing against his breast bone in some sick imitation of a fist begging to be let out.Â
The new voice begins as nothing but a murmur.Â
An introductionâhe misses the name. His breathing goes shallow, heâd tip over in his seat if he didnât have both boots planted firmly against the puce. The voice gains strength and with it, Joel wishes heâd been paying attention from the start. He didnât get to hear her name.Â
Itâs a girl.
Sheâd run away from home in the spring of her sixteenth year to join the opera, she tells them. Had come upon the city in roaring spring and thought the rest of her life would be exactly like that, pure novelty in bloom, nothing like what sheâd left behind. And was deeply disappointed when the reality was nothing such.Â
And Joel hears it, that disappointment in her voice at what sheâd not been able to find after searching for it so religiously. This is what makes him look up at her. This, unlike all the others, he thinks he can relate toâjust by the sound of her voice. The search for a thing lost which can never again be found. The fruitlessness of it all.Â
At that first vulnerable, terrified glance, sheâs already staring at him, eyes catching like hooks.Â
He blinks once, twiceâcolorâis sure he can hear the movement of his eyelashes passing through the air, the stick of his lids meetingâcolorâbright. This is it.
That wash of heat turns into a blaze, every single bead of sweat blooming on his brow is a tell evaporating into the ether. This is what heâd sensed from the start of the evening. Maybe even from the moment heâd seen that split maple.Â
âMy mother always said I needed to be stronger, bolder, not so sensitive.â She looks away from him now. âI grew up in an angry house where you had to fight tooth and nail not to be overrun. Because of this, I left it at a very young age, and it was the greatest fight I could muster, abandoning that house of anger. I found myself something to bring me what I thought would be joy, a job and a city, and for a time, it was enough. But starting your lonely life so youngâŚitâs hard.â After a pause of breath, âItâs been hard.â
âAnd itâs made me never want to have toâexert myself,â she says, searching for the right words, smiling when she finds them, and Joel has the urgency to smile back. âNow, I never want to have to be strong. I never want to have to try. I want to only be the way that I am. If thatâs weak or sensitive or whatever it might be at any given moment, I donât care. I donât want to have to fight. I never want to be in an angry house again. I want someone whoâll see this in me and understand and never make me work for it, that they would give it to me willingly, easily, without me having to ask. Do you understand?â She looks about the room, and he hopes her eyes will land on him again, and even though they donât, he feels sheâs speaking directly to him. He nods, the hook of her temptation cast beneath his chin. âThis is a fantasy. And it makes for a lonely existence. This idea of how I need it to be for it to be rightâlove.â She looks down at her hands folded atop the podium where they go to stand at the front of the group and share, and he wills her gaze to find him amidst the crowd again. âItâs so difficult. And this might seem very bad to you, weak willed, but itâs not. Itâs only very honest. Which can never be a bad way to be.â Thatâs why sheâs here, she tells them.
Finally, she looks back at him, and itâs that loneliness of two people amidst a crowd, facing one another, knowing themselves mirrored against the other and yet still disparate. Thereâs something indecent about the way she looks at him in front of all these people, the way he, in turn, looks back. A little bit like finding your own face on a stranger's body in a crowded room. Color rises to his face, and she gives him that same elusive smile from before.Â
Heâs the one to look away this time.Â
As the crowd disperses for coffee and pastries after the last of the speakers, he searches for her. He needs to ask her name, feels as if heâs some blighted creature without it, swears heâll never forgo attention during a meeting again if he can fish it out of her.
He finds her at the dessert table, Maria at her side and a hand at her shoulder. Something of a thank you is being imparted between the two women. The girl is saying sheâs grateful for the welcome, grateful that theyâd found each other.Â
Joel has things to be grateful to Maria for, too. His brother, mainly. Itâd been pure chance that Joel had met her here, that she knew Tommy also. Sheâd met his brother on a summer trek to Wyoming where theyâd become friends and had kept in touch afterwards. The woman has a thing about her that ingratiates people by sheer force of will. Perhaps itâs that sheâs an alpha, too. Perhaps itâs just the charisma and wide smile. The fact that she has a countenance that takes no shit from anyone, that makes demands of a person whether theyâve got any give or not. But whatever the case, theyâd realize their connection through Tommy, and she kept Joel updated on his brother whom heâd not spoken with in many years.Â
Watching the two women stand together and share that easy thanks that Joel so urgently owes, and yet which he cannot voice, he feels, suddenly, so angry. So awkward. So humiliatingly inexperienced. So unable to grapple with the pain of human contact, the fascination of it, the humiliating necessity.Â
That decade old anchor weighing him in place and the guilt of even thinking of it as such.Â
I feel decrepitly alone and odd, he thinks. And how strange, no? He was a normal man. He has a normal job. He lives in a normal house. Unexceptional in every sense. Everything in his life had been ordinary up until that one great tragedy. And then, as if none of the before had ever existed, it was as if everything afterwards was one great landslide of wrongness. The filth of it slinging mud all over his life so that nothing had ever been right after her.Â
So that now he cannot even approach this girl whose name he needs to know, and Maria, to whom he owes the last surviving connection to his brother.Â
As Maria turns to go, she gives him an encouraging nod, sending him into an agony of shyness. Sheâd sensed him hovering.Â
The girl remains at the dessert table, perusing the pastries. He can see her fingertips dancing over the golden, sugared confections, before she settles on a plain, glazed donut. He watches the bend of her elbow, bringing it to her mouth and thirty seconds later, the empty hand reaching for a napkin. He canât help the huff of laughter it draws from him.Â
Watching the unknown creature with her back turned, he peers down the length of himself. Wood stain marred t-shirt, old work jeans and scuffed boots, heâd come straight from the shop. Looking back at her, she seems perfectly packaged and pristine. The two of them, different as chalk and cheese. He tells himself he shouldnât do it, turn around and go, leave her alone, as he steps up beside her at the table.Â
Immediately, thereâs the heat of her skin, the smell of her shampoo, and he realizes, and itâs silly because it shouldâve been obvious from the get go, sheâs an omega. The epiphany, not that she is one, but that heâd been too stupid and oblivious to notice, leaves him feeling vulnerable and angry.Â
Any sort of hello thatâd been coming alive on his tongue immediately dies. And heâs about to make a run for it once again when she speaks up from beside him, âWould you like a donut?â Her small fingers are dancing over the pastries, searching once again. âI havenât had one yet,â she lies, âI canât decide which looks best.âÂ
The dancing hand pauses over a golden brown puff pastry, seemingly coming to a decision, when she turns to look up at him. The scent of her isnât just shampoo, not just the blockers heâd shockingly picked up on before, sharp, burning his nose. Itâs her skin now, too. The dry sweat from hustling under her coat to make it to her first meeting on time salted along her limbs. Hot, sweet almonds. The shocking vermillion of the morningâs split maple comes to mind. He can smell her.
âA puff pastry?â She presses, quizzical crook to her brow at his silence and glower. âI think you really need something sweet. Itâll make you feel better.â
He wants to agree, to say he also thinks he needs something sweet. All he can manage is a short grunt because she smellsâŚindescribable. Honeyed musk, something heady, like she herself had just got done baking, straight out of the oven and full of sugar into his waiting mouth.Â
That earlier anger, it kicks up a notch. Why isnât he fucking saying anything?Â
She shrugs, as she lifts the puff pastry to her mouth he finally manages sound.Â
âYou stink.â
He doesnât know when he became such a liar.
A pause, mouth open, straight, white teeth ready to bite into the fluffy sweet bread. He can see her small, pink tongue, and it makes him go a little woozy.
He might be losing his mind.Â
Sheâs got elegant eyebrows that shoot straight up her smooth forehead. The look of her skin is glorious. âExcuse me?â
Now, there seem to be too many words spilling out of his mouth. âYou need better meds or somethinâ. Need to sort your shit out. Canât go gallivanting about the world smellinâ like that.â Oh god, shut up.Â
âExcuse me!â She takes a huge bite of the pastry. âI do not gallivant,â she shoots back, mouth full of sugar and Joel goes hot everywhere. âWhat is wrong with you?â she demands, the pursing of a prim little mouth as she chews, eyeing him maliciously.Â
He hasnât the damndest clue.Â
She is not wary of him in the slightest, which in turn tells him he needs to be wary of her.
Another large bite, inexplicably she extends her free hand towards himâpotentially going into shock and entirely out of his depth when he takes it, the vulnerability of tendon and muscle soft beneath his strengthâoffering him a firm shake. She gives him her name.Â
In that moment, she has a look about her that tells him sheâll bite back if he isnât careful, even if she hurts herself in the process.Â
And now he knows you.Â
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âWe might as well acquaint ourselves if youâre going to insult me. Donât you think?â Peering up at him, heâs tall, well over six feet, and broad shouldered. Older, distinguished, but in a rough way, hewn oak, gray. âAre you typically this rude? Or is this a special occasion?â
Incredibly handsome.Â
âIâm being serious.â
âI do not stink. No one has ever said that to me, and my blockers are quality. It must be a you problem.â The puff pastry really is very good. And this man really is very handsome. Coming here today was a good idea.Â
One of the girls from the theater had suggested it, handing you a pamphlet with Looking for the Cure for Loneliness? emblazoned across the top, and even though sheâd done it kindly, any other person wouldâve taken the implication as an insult. Hey girl! No offense, but we all in the company think youâre super weird and have you heard about this support group for losers? Kind of like Omegas Anonymous!
Those hadnât been her exact words, and you hadnât taken offense. After the initial agony of embarrassment, youâd warmed to the idea. Youâd heard of groups like these before. Congregations of demi humans where one could come to find community or connection. Be it socializing or support for people struggling with their designations and all that they implied, they served their purpose. And anyways, you werenât in a position to be nitpicky.Â
Itâs true, youâre alone.Â
So alone, in fact, that even the people around you could tell. Strangers, coworkers, your roommate and her girlfriend. Like some noxious cloud of loneliness following you around virtue signaling the desperate need for love and companionship and understanding youâre so in need of.Â
You increasingly saw yourself as a dancer on her toes, trembling delicately all over, vying desperately to survive to the end of the song. A monster with too many heads. A Cerberus of the richest caliber.Â
Two or three wouldâve been acceptableâheadsâbut you'd long surpassed that and moved on to something unrecognizable and unpleasant. Desperately in need of a solution.Â
âMaybe youâre the one that stinks. Maybe itâs your upper lip.â And voila, the monster makes her debut.Â
âMyââ The rude alpha, obvious, that one, lets out a choked sound, a deeper wash of color immediately flooding his cheeks. You dip your head sideways, appraising him as you polish off your second pastry. He has pretty bone structure, masculine, and after heâs done choking and spluttering, he canât help but laugh a little bit. You see it.Â
Beneath a mouth that looks forbidding, perhaps even a little cruel, you can sense that he is not an unkind man.Â
Yet youâre not so green that you canât recognize the gnawing hunger of loneliness in others. Thereâs always a reason people find themselves in places like these. His face, edged with the weariness of age, makes this obvious. He has good reason for subjecting himself to this.Â
Reaching for the lovely eclair youâd been deciding between earlier, you take a large bite of it. Almond cream and a thick layer of icing on top, humming happily as you chew while he stares at you like the three headed dog.Â
You hold the dessert out towards him, offering. Palm up, he shakes his head no, slightly disgusted look on his face.Â
âSo. You come here often?â
He blinks. âReally?â Patronizing look on his face now.Â
âWhy not? I am actually interested to know if this is worth my time.â
He rolls his eyes. Oh, heâs fun. âYes, I come here often. Every Friday, for the past two months just about.â
âAnd you like it?â
âIs this the sort of place one likes?â
âOh, come on. You never know what you might find.â He watches your mouth as you finish the eclair, swallowing hard. âAnyways, I think the world is kind of over out there. Donât you? Might as well make the best of it in here.âÂ
Thumb pressed against the edge of the table, he looks down, suddenly awash with shyness once again. A shy alpha, whoâd of thought.Â
âWhat did you used to do?â He asks, motioning at the crowded room full of chatting alphas and omegas. You wonder how many of them will go home together for a fuck after this.Â
âWhen?â You ask, sure he means in lieu of this group, if youâd ever had another form of demi human community.Â
âBefore this.â
âBefore this? Nothing.â Smiling at him, certain he isnât picking up on your teasing.Â
âNothing?â
âNope. Iâve always been here.â
âButâ Donât youâŚI thought...â Heâs cute, shaking his head like youâre just too confusing to sustain. âYou sing, right?â He pivots.Â
âSing? Me? Whatever made you think such a thing?â The sly look on your face goes completely over his head and slides to the rest of the sweets. If he wasnât watching, youâd have another.Â
âYou said. You said youâre in the opera,â he gruffs back, looking visibly aggravated now.Â
Such fun.Â
âIâm a supernumerary,â you concede as you turn, making your way to an old relic of a pew along the far wall, tragically abandoning the desserts.Â
He follows as you go, sitting a respectful distance beside you.Â
âI donât know what that is.â
âWeâre the actors that fill the stage at the opera.â
âNo singing?â
You shake your head, flirting with him. âIâm a wench, Iâm a courtesan,â You bat your lashes, fingertips pressed coquettishly beneath your chin, âPart of a harem. Iâm every woman youâve never known. It depends on the opera.â
âIâve never heard of that before.â
âI started as a stagehand when I first got to Boston. Worked my way up.â
âHowâs it work? Lines or somethinâ?â
âNo lines. No anything. Iâm a background actorâan extra, basically. If anything, Iâm given some simple choreography direction, laugh, sigh, show fear, horror, shock. Whatever. Iâm playing pretend without actually having to do anything.â
âNo working for it.â
Your smile melts to blandness. So heâd been listening, then.Â
âDid you want to sing?â
âNo. I wanted to be a supernumerary.â
âStrange. Iâve never heard of that,â he repeats.
âYou did say, yes.â Now, the smile turns auspicious. Everyoneâs here for something. âWhat do you do?â Perhaps this is it for him.Â
You eye the rest of the congregation, at the far exit, thereâs a large alpha helping an omega into his coat.Â
âGot a shop, furniture, woodworking and such.â
âYou make things?â He nods. âAh, a man of creation.âÂ
Sitting back to take him in, heâs got the beginning insinuations of silver speckling the dark hair at his temples, a well groomed beard, and large, intimidating hands.Â
His small huff of laughter is bashful, tinged with something disappointed. âNo, nothinâ that grand.â And heâs got an accent heavy at the ends of his words, not Bostonian. Southern.
âBut you know, I wanted to sayâŚâ
âYes?â You press when he loses his courage, leaning towards him, inhaling deeply.Â
âWell, that I know what you meant earlier. Sometimes I can be the angry house.â
You blink once. Sit back. âI see.âÂ
âItâs hard work. I have to try every day at it.âÂ
Hard work being the house, or not? Two opposite sides of the same coin.Â
âHow do you stop yourself?â You cast a line, fishing for his character.
âDonât know. Keep myself cold, I think.â
âThatâs no way to be.â
âNo. Itâs not.â He sounds amused. You want to bite him.
Everyoneâs here for a reason.Â
âAh, well. Perhaps thatâs whatâs brought you here then,â you say, twisting the toe of your sneaker against a scuff on the old hardwood, leaning forward on your palms wrapped around the edge of the pew.Â
âMaybe,â he says, but a sort of pained, exasperated sound follows it. Your hung head turns to peer at the handsome face, and heâs already looking at you.Â
Thereâs something animal afoot. Perhaps in terms of designation, sure, of course, like the rest of the alphas and omegas here. Your designations weigh heavily in the air. But also intrinsic to your two personalities. You feel you know him. That the two of you might have the same sorts of problems, desires. And as you stare at him, you think you may be equally measuring each otherâs character, finding that similarity in one another.Â
His eyes move quickly between yours, over your face, and you can tell that prolonged eye contact isnât his norm.
He has the most surprising set of bright hazel eyes like river stones.Â
Suddenly, you feel desperate to pull out a flicker of sexuality in the man, hear it in his voice. Sure, that with him, the experience would be entirely different, exhilarating. Perhaps a challenge. He seems to be more quiet and more patient than any other man youâd ever come across, but also more sternâtaking in that soft mouth held so firmly. Far more remote too, by the far away look in his gaze. You want to see how he could be moved and what the sight of it would look like.Â
âMaybe not,â he finally continues. âIâm looking for something, I think.âÂ
âSomething like what?â
âSomeone like me.â
âAn alpha?â
âNo,â he looks away, cringing. The word out loud seems a shock to him. âDid you listen to the woman at the startâmissing the bad thing? I struggleâŚwith that. Holding on, not letting go even when I know I should.â
Youâre at an age now which sometimes makes it hard to realize or accept that what youâre living is your life. That itâs been time to grow up. That you have to remember to move forward when itâs your turn in line.Â
Which is to say, that you understand himâthe difficulties of knowing when to hold on and when to give up.
âSometimes you hurt yourself because you donât have anything else to do. Sometimes, because the alternative is much worse.â
âHolding on âcause thereâs nothing else to do?â
âSure. Or youâre used to it.â Youâll be gentle with him, you decide. Heâs in need of gentle handling despite the stern face; not a puzzle so arbitrarily solved. And those eyes are still so bright, he doesnât seem like he needs any more hardship.
âDonât know why Iâm tellinâ you this,â he says, accent heavy.Â
âWell you did come here for a reason. Didnât you?â Discreetly, you slide closer to his side, but he doesnât notice. Apparently lost in the realization that perhaps this was what heâd come here for, to talk to someone, to have someone listen and relate. Youâre almost positive heâs never gotten up to share with the group before in all his time coming to the meetings; doesnât look like the type.
âI came here because Iâm going to take better care of myself,â you tell him. âIâm going to try harder.â
âHarder at what?â He blinks as if attempting to come out of a dream.
âEverything. I donât want to end up like my parents; drunk, angry, alone. Iâm scared of it. Iâve avoided at least two of them.â
âIâm afraid of getting older,â the dream moves in his eyes. âThat Iâll forget,â he says, but you donât ask what.
All of a sudden, he seems very real. The swells of grief and loneliness moving through him so similarly, so close to the surface.Â
Springing up, you turn to face him and he follows to stand too. You can hear the crack of his knees unfolding, and when he lifts his left palm to stifle a gruff cough, the band of gold around his finger is paralyzing.Â
All of a sudden, heâd seemed like what youâd been looking for here too. Thereâs laughter coming from the church rafters.Â
âYouâre a widower?â He wants to forget, heâd said he wants to let go.Â
Hadnât he?
But instead, âWhat? No.â You stare pointedly at the ring, and he looks down at it also. âNo,â he repeats.Â
âSoâre you looking for a fuck, or what?â You try and hold back the bite it comes with, but you canât.
âNo. No. Thatâs not what Iâm looking for.âÂ
You donât understand, impaired by your youth, you forget youâd chosen to be gentle with him. âMaybe itâs what you need,â you tell him, turning towards the exit before you can watch him cringe.
He follows at your heels, grabbing his coat from the hook by the doors before heâs stepping out after you into the fall blister. Itâs cold and wet and glorious out.Â
âDonât you have a coat?â He demands.
âNope.â You start walking towards Arlington Street and the park.Â
âDid you walk here? Itâs freezing out.â
âI did,â you turn back towards him, still moving, and he starts to follow.Â
âFrom where?â
âDowntown.â
âWhere?â He scowls at your uncooperation, the married man. Alpha. The truth was that heâd smelt strange to you too. Like no one ever had before. As glorious and shocking as the cold. Like if snow had a scent. Disappointment churns in your gut alongside the excitement at the sight of him stalking after you.Â
âI donât think you know it.â Your backward walk is interrupted as a hurrying stranger bumps into you, sending you staggering. Watch it, the Boston snark spits. The alpha turns to scowl, heavy boot forward like heâs half a mind to follow after the person youâve just inadvertently assaulted.Â
And it occurs to you, âYou didnât tell me your name.â How silly of you. Youâd been so distracted youâd forgotten to ask, and what if you never see him again after this? What if you canât muster the courage to come back again next week? What if he canât?
âItâs Joel.âÂ
You think it sounds right.Â
âI mightâknow it.â Where youâre headed to. You smile at the dog with a bone. The disappointment pulses. âIs it far?â He presses. You shrug, looking over your shoulder. Youâre going to lose yourself in the garden for a few hours, forget about him. âWhy donât you drive?â
âI like to walk,â you tell him, turning back.Â
He looks at you like he doesnât like the things you say much less the way you say them much less the way youâre grinning at him. Perhaps he can see the disappointment and is disturbed by the sight of it, but the possibility seems too altruistic.Â
âYou should try it sometime, Joel. You might like it too.â
His huge body seems to be shivering in the cold.Â
âI thinkâŚâ The look on his face has turned suspicious now. He takes a step towards you. âYouâre very strange. And youâre very young. I donât think we should be friends.â
Your heart gives a demanding thump. âWeâre not going to be friends.â When youâd first spotted him in the crowd, the strangest feeling had come over you. A tug behind your belly button, a scalding heat at the back of your neck, at your wrists. Perhaps itâs merely imagination, the look of disappointment you think you see on his face right before you turn away from him to continue on walking. âAnd Iâm not that young anymore.â
Youâd known today was going to be a good day. Extra cinnamon in your latte, a late start to your morning, warm in bed, no rain in the sky despite the cloud cover. And your director, late for rehearsals after some freak accident had befallen the roof of his house.
âThatâs what all young people say.â
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The CompanyÂ
Slave Contract
Smut and Angst (Slave contract, idol turned sex toy, accepting fate )
Chapter 18
3890 WordsÂ
(Miyeon becomes the CEOâs newest assistant and gets trained in her new role. Four idols learn about the consequences of signing contracts without knowing whatâs in them. Future sex toys?)
Itâs been a few weeks of hard work with setting up the survival show. Luckily, my new assistant, Miyeon, has been a great stress reliever.
After that first night, she was sore for a few days, but you kept her busy in other ways. At first, she was hesitant, asking me if this was really something she had to do. You asked if she read over the contract and said she slightly did but mainly browsed through it when signing.Â
âYou should have a copy; look it over and ensure you know about your duties.âÂ
It took her a few hours to go through everything, and with your explanation, she realized her actual fate, âSo I belong to you then?âÂ
âPretty much.âÂ
âI read you can even breed me if you wanted to.âÂ
âI could, but we can put that on hold if you like. You only need to help me out with some things.âÂ
âLike what?â
âI also want to make your former group members into my toys.â
Miyeonâs eyes widened from your statement. She was just with them not too long ago, and now sheâs being asked to betray them so you can use them for pleasure?
âWhat you need to do is tell me some things about them. If they sign a contract like yours, Iâll take some years off it.â
Miyeon hesitates and thinks for a while, knowing she canât return if she does this.Â
âSo whatâs it going to be?â
âOkay, what do you want to know?â
âââ
âJieun set up a meeting with the four girls. I want to meet all of them.â
âOf course, Iâll tell them to come later today.â
All the information Miyeon shared about her former members helped you set the perfect conditions for todayâs meeting. Youâve always had a dream to claim a whole group for yourself. You know that youâll have a set of four toys to play with at the end of the day.
Itâs your last meeting of the day. Jieun is talking to Jennie and her group mates about the meeting and its possible lasting effects.
Jieun looks at her device and sees your message about letting them in.
âThe CEO is ready for you.â She opens the door, and they walk in.Â
âOppa, youâre here to see the CEO?â says Lisa.
âNo.â
Rose then speaks up, âHeâs the CEO.â
âNo, heâs Oppa; he helped us with moving in. A CEO wouldnât do that,â said Lisa.
Lisa looks at you with an innocent face, waiting for your reply. âRose is right; Iâm the CEO of the company.â
âBut we hung out together,â whined Lisa.
âLisa, he might have his reasons,â replies Jennie
âJennie is right; I do have my reasons. I aim to scout for talent and potential and put them into a group. I want to create an international girl group. As CEO, I wouldnât have the opportunity to do that, but as a staff member, Iâm about to see someoneâs true personality. I want to debut you four as a girl group really soon.â
The four of them look at each other in excitement. Hearing about being a worldwide star seemed out of reach, but it is now possible. âWould you four be interested in the girl group I plan to create?âÂ
Lisa is the first to say yes, âOf course, oppa! I want to perform all over the world!â
Rose imagines herself on stage, singing music she composed to millions of fans worldwide, âIâŚI would love to as well.âÂ
Jisoo replied, âI, too, want to be in a group with them.âÂ
The three look at Jennie, who looks at you and replies, âOf course, I want to stay with my members forever!â
You then reply, âGreat. Iâll make you four into worldwide superstars!âÂ
They giggle amongst and hold each otherâs hands at the exciting news.âI plan on creating my personal label, and Iâm interested in you four joining as the first group.âÂ
Jennie asks, âWhatâs the difference between it and the company?âÂ
âPriority and privileges.âÂ
Jisoo, confused, asks, âWhat do you mean by that?âÂ
âIâll be personally working with you and providing you with all the best things. That includes clothes, jewelry, and deals with brands and magazines. I also plan to have a separate building for music recording, training, etc. You all will have access to the best, no compromises.â
The girls can't help but smile at the idea of having access to the best. RosĂŠ's dream of being a musician is closer than ever; she must make this happen. âI want to do it.âÂ
âI assumed this was the case, so I prepared a contract for each of you as a group contract. Iâll talk to each of you individually since this will be an important decision.â
Jieun escorts all the members to individual rooms, so you can gather your thoughts before the meeting. After youâre ready, you call for the oldest, Jisoo.Â
âCome have a seat, Jisoo.âÂ
Jisoo sits, looking nervous with the two of you alone.
âWe went a bit over the group contract earlier, but I want to review your individual one this time. Is there anything youâd like to add?âÂ
Jisoo is already thankful for the opportunity to receive all the support from the company. She doesnât want to overstep and get greedy, âNo, I think Iâm okay as it stands.â
âAre you sure? I remember reading in your profile that you wanted to be an actress. Am I right?â
Jisoo shyly tilts her head forward and replies, âYes, I wrote that down when I joined as a trainee.â
âAre you still interested, or have you given up on that dream?â
There is a slight hesitation, âI want to sing and perform with my teammates, but I still want to be an actress.âÂ
There it is, the hook. âI can make it possible if youâre still interested.â Jisooâs ears perk as she hears your words, âReally? How?â
The two of you talk for a while until you reach an agreement. Jisoo immediately signs the contract without a second thought after promising to support her as much as possible. Your only condition is for her to agree with your choices without a second thought.Â
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The next one you talked to was Jennie; she was much easier to talk to, and you could get straight to the point. She sat before you, âIâm going to be real with you; I want you and your members. Not just as artists but as my toys.âÂ
Jennie slides the contract to the side, âSo this is what this contract is about⌠I canât blame you; my members are cute. Is there someone you have in mind?â
âRosĂŠ. She has an amazing voice, and her desperation to become a singer is such a turn-on.â
âShe did say sheâll do something to become one, but the only issue is that sheâs into girls, not guys.â
âWon't you think that would be better? RosĂŠ tossing her interests to the side, thatâs something I would love to see. I want to make her my plaything.â
Jennie bites her lip at the idea of her member being corrupted, âyou know sheâs a virgin too; well, everyone is except me, of course,â says Jennie while sticking her tongue out.
âYou must be proud, huh.âÂ
Itâs true; Jennie is proud of herself. With her by your side, she knows that her chances of being successful are much better with you. âOf course, I love being your toy babe. Itâd be even better if you make all of us into your toys; just imagine playing with us whenever you want.â
âYou know what a guy wants; youâre so bad.â
âI want to make sure youâre well taken care of.â
The two of you continue to talk; she even provides some ways to make the girls agree.Â
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After Jennie, the next one was RosĂŠ; she sat in front of you and asked, âWere you serious about introducing us to the international market?â
âOf course, with your talent, I know you all can succeed. I mean, with your voice, it's a guarantee.â
You see the sparkle in Ros���s eyes; her dream of becoming a singer is closer than ever. âSo, where do I sign?â
You pull out the contract, âThis right here is your individual contract. It states the expectations from both parties, which is the label and yourself. Read it over, and if you want to add anything, let me know.âÂ
Like her members before her, she just skims through the contract and asks, âWould it be possible to invite my parents and sister for my debut?â
âOf course, they are more than welcome to visit you. If you want, I can fly them over. I remember you mentioning that your sister is pursuing law, right?â
âYeah, sheâs still in college and looking to intern at a firm in Australia. You know that sheâs been so supportive of me becoming an idol that I really want her to see my debut.â
âIf thatâs the case, then I promise you to make sure your whole family sees you on your special day.âÂ
âI promise that you wonât be disappointed; Iâll make sure that our group becomes the best group,â as she picks up the pen, singing her contract.Â
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Lisa, the maknae of the group, was the last member you had to meet. It didnât take much convincing and only asked to be given the creative freedom to make choreographies and a space to dance.Â
âYou really got us, oppa. Or should I call you CEO-nim?â
âWhatever you want.â
âIâll call you oppa.âÂ
âIâd like that.â
She smiles and asks, âWhere do I sign?â
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Itâs been a few weeks since the members signed their individual contracts. It didnât take long for them to see the immediate effect, such as a new apartment with rooms of their own, access to the new building, and other perks.
âUnnie, congrats on your internship!â
âThanks, it all happened so suddenly. I canât wait to spend some time with you.â
âWhen do you fly in?â
âIn a few weeks, they even gave me an apartment and are paying for my accommodations.âÂ
âReally? Thatâs great. What firm are you working with?â
âThatâs the funny part. Iâll be doing my internship through the Samsung group but will be in one of their subdivisions.â
âReally?â
âYes, I got an email saying that they were looking for great talent and received a recommendation. I recently finished the acceptance process and will be signing the contract. The best part is that if they like me, they might offer me a job and pay for law school. Iâm so excited, Rosie!â
Rose is more than happy to hear the good news from her sister. Sheâs been so supportive of her dream to become a lawyer; now itâs her time to cheer for her. The only thing is that she canât shake off a feeling that something isnât right, but she quickly puts it to the side and continues her talk with Alice.
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âHello, mom, how is everything back home?â
âEverything is wonderful, Lisa. We have had some good news recently.â
âReally? What is it?â
âRemember how your father was thinking about expanding and was looking for investors for his restaurant?â
âYeah, I do. He wanted to open up a new place, but it was expensive if he wanted to do it in the middle of the city.â
âWell, your dad found an investor. They want to invest in not only one restaurant but probably two or more. They want to remodel this one and expand the size. Your dad is so happy.â
âIâm so happy for him. Heâs been working so hard these past few years.â
âWhat about you, sweetheart?â
âGood, I think coming to Korea was a great choice. I canât tell you much right now, but Iâm happy where I am. My group members make me feel at home.âÂ
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All the members gather in your office, the four of them excited for the weekend to begin.Â
âHow are you four doing?â
Jennie responds, âGreat, we have had a free day today, so weâve been resting after a busy schedule.â
âOh, Iâm sorry for interrupting you all during your day off.â
The members nod, âItâs okay; we still have Saturday and Sunday off. You must have called us to say something important,â says Jisoo.Â
âYes, I wanted to ask how you four are adjusting to your new life?â
RosĂŠ responds, âI love the recording and music room. Iâve spent most of my time there.â
âFor me, itâs the practice studio; itâs so nice and spacious, I love it,â says Lisa.
âWhat about you two?â
Jennie responds, âJisoo and I like our new apartment. Itâs nice to have our own space.â
Jisoo nods, âI agree with Jennie; we like the new apartment. Thank you so much.â The four of them slightly bow, thanking you for their new perks.Â
âThatâs great. I want to make sure that my future worldstars are given the best. Since you have tasted a bit of what Iâm giving you, I think it's time for you to return the favor.â
The members were surprised by your comment and asked, âWhat do you mean?â
âThe favors, remember. Itâs in the contract you all signed.âÂ
RosĂŠ responds, âI donât remember seeing it.â
Knowing this was bound to happen, you pulled out a copy of their contract. You flip through the numerous pages until you reach the section you want to show them. âThis is the part. It clearly states that you all are required to provide me with services on a regular basis in return for the perks you receive.âÂ
RosĂŠ, shocked, says, âWhat kind of favors?â
With a straight face, you reply, âsexual favors, of course.âÂ
RosĂŠ, Jisoo, and Lisa look shocked at your comment; RosĂŠ stands up and tries to leave when Jennie grabs her hand, stopping her. âDonât.âÂ
RosĂŠ looks at Jennie in a serious expression and takes a seat. âWhy didnât you say anything before our contract signing?â
âI told you to check multiple times. Youâre all adults.âÂ
Jisoo asks, âIs it possible to remove that part out?âÂ
âItâs possible, but that would mean you are breaking your contract.â
RosĂŠ then asks, âIs that going to cost a lot?âÂ
âIn simple terms, yes. The cost of a breach in the contract is a lot, plus the cost of room and board, food, training, and other expenses can be in the billions of won.â
They all look at each other, trying to figure out what to do. They donât want to give their bodies as payment; it seems so wrong, but the cost of paying large amounts of money also seems too much.
âWhat if we can pay you some other way?â says Lisa.
âListen, Iâm going to be frank with you all. I want you four, so Iâm going to give you an hour to think about it. Iâll step out and come back, so expect an answer.âÂ
You stand from your chair and begin to walk towards the door, âJust remember that this will have a great impact on both your personal and professional life,â you say before exiting.
The four of them finally get a sign of relief with you gone. They stay silent, taking in what just happened a few moments ago.Â
Jennie breaks the silence, âWhat do you all plan on doing?âÂ
No one answers; instead, Jisoo stands up and looks around your desk for anything that can help them. She moves the mouse off your computer, causing it to turn on. She sees a folder with the initials of each member, âGirls, come here.â The members stand up and circle around the computer. Jennie grabs the mouse and clicks on the folder with her name to see basic information and a copy of your contract. âNothing helpful.âÂ
Suddenly, something catches RosĂŠ's attention when she notices a fold named âAlice.â She grabs the mouse from Jennie and clicks on it. There are multiple files, but a video recording gets her attention. She clicks on the recording, and the face of her video pops out. âHello, my name is Alice Park. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to intern at your company. Youâre the biggest employer in Korea, and interning at your company is a dream come true. Pursuing law has been a passion of mine since I was young, so I will do my best to meet your expectations. Thank you so much, and hope to see you real soon.â
RosĂŠ canât believe it, Aliceâs employer is you? Many things run through her mind to the point itâs hurting. âDid he plan everything out? What should I do? Should I tell Alice?â
Jennie and Jisoo notice Rosèâs sister in the video and try to ask her whatâs going on. Instead, Rosè stays silent, gathering her thoughts and what she should do. âRosè, whatâs going on?â
Lisa continued searching when she found a file named âRestaurant Investments.â She clicks on it and sees her dadâs picture and other documents that mention investing in his business. âWhatâs going on?â She sees a brief interview that mentions his reason for doing what he does. He responds that he loves the expression his family makes when they taste his food, especially his daughter. However, since she was young, she would love his food which is one of the reasons he wants to do his best. âMy daughter is trying her best to make her dreams come true, as an old man I should also do something that my daughter should be proud of.â
Lisa doesnât have to think twice, she knows what she has to do. âIâm going to make sure his dreams come true no matter what.â
An hour passes by, the four of them are sitting in the chairs as you enter the room on the dot. Rosè and Lisa look at you with an intense expression while Jisoo holds both their hands. Jennie, who is sitting in the back looks at you with a slight grin but quickly hides it when you sit on your chair.Â
âI gave you four an hour. What are your answers?â
There is a slight hesitation as the four look at each other, thinking on what to say. Suddenly, Lisa raises her hand and says, âIâll do whatever you want.â
The rest of her members' eyes widened as the maknae of the group was the first to respond. You canât stop yourself from smiling, âGood choice.â
You look at the other three and say, âLisa seems to have more conviction than anyone else in the group.â You look in Jisooâs direction, âJisoo, I assumed you would be the first to say something, but I guess Lisa, the youngest out of your four, has more guts.âÂ
Jisoo clenches her fist, but sheâs scared. There is no way she couldnât be. âWhat about you Jennie?â
She lifts her head, âSo youâll keep your promise and make me known worldwide?â
âYes, there wouldnât be anywhere in the world that wonât know your name.â
âOkay, Iâll do it too. Iâll do whatever you want, even be your personal toy.â
Jisoo lifts her head, âJennieâŚâ Her younger members are much braver than her. She tells herself that she needs to be the one to protect them, but instead theyâre taking the reins of their future. She makes up her mind, âIâŚIâll do it too.â
âGreat. Three out of four.â You look at RosĂŠ whoâs head is still down, debating about making the right choice. Her answer will determine not only her future but her sisterâs as well. âAlright. If I do this, you promise not to do anything to Alice, right?â
âYes, I promise.â
âOkay, Iâll do whatever you want; just keep your promise.âÂ
You smile, knowing that the four women in front of you have decided to submit to you. âIâll make sure to try you four with a lot of care.â You stand up and check out their body as they stand. âI want to make sure that you're all serious about your choice. Undress yourself right here, I want to see what Iâm going to be working with,â
Their eyes widened from your request; they didnât think it was going to happen so soon. âOkay.â Jennie is the first one to undress by first removing her blouse, bra, pants, and underwear.Â
âGood girl.â
âThanks,â Jennie smiles from your compliment.Â
The other two members follow, undressing themselves until theyâre completely nude. RosĂŠ is the last one to undress, she struggles to take her panties off with one arm covering her breast.Â
âTake your arm off, I want to get a good look at you.â She slowly moves her arm and puts it to the side. âThere, better?â
âFeisty one. If you donât want to do this you can just leave.â RosĂŠ pinches her arm, stopping herself from leaving. She wants to get out of there but knows she canât. âNo, Iâll behave.â
Satisfied with her answer, you continue to walk around them, inspecting their flawless body. Each one of them have small but perky tits, a flat stomach with a cute little ass. Lisa yelps when you touch her ass, while Jennie smiles.Â
âSince you all have the weekend together, how about we have some fun.â The girls donât have to guess what youâre trying to say, they know what type of âfunâ youâre talking about. âAny volunteers?â
Thereâs a silence, no one moving or reacting in any way. âNo volunteers? I guess I'll choose the one I want to have first.â You go around, tracing your finger against their back. You feel them tremble, not wanting to be the first to get chosen.Â
âI really want to have all of you at once, but I want to give you some one-on-one attention. Youâre all too good, I can't make up my mind.âÂ
You stare and them, looking up and down as you decide on who to fuck first. You see one of them grabbing onto their arm, looking nervous. You think to yourself it's always best to pick the one who has the most to lose and make them yours.
âRosĂŠ, I want you tonight.âÂ
You exit the room, leaving her standing alone in shock. She trembles, realizing that sheâs going to give her body to a man. Sheâs never once thought about having relationships with a male, not even in the slightest.Â
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Jieun walks into the room, âRosĂŠ, dear. Why the sad expression? You should be happy that he chose you.âÂ
Thereâs no response from RosĂŠ, and instead frozen in thought.Â
âAnyways, Iâm here because Iâm going to take all you with me to choose an outfit for when he asks for you. Just remember that the more effort you put in the better the outcome,â says Jieun in a serious voice.
As they enter the room they see multiple racks of lingerie. RosĂŠâs eyes go wide as she figures out what she is going to wear.Â
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âMY DAUGHTER HATED ME!â
pairing: dad!ewan mitchell x mom!reader ; ewan mitchell x actress!reader
part of series: y/n, ewan and elowen mitchell
part 2
summary: following the success of House of The Dragon, you and Ewan were invited to appear on Jimmy Fallonâs The Tonight Show. However, it seems that the story about your only daughter, elowen captured the majority of the audience's attention after that interview.
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warning: english is not my first language, use of y/n, ewan and reader are actor and both are in hotd cast, fluff (?), etc
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That evening, you and Ewan stepped onto the stage of The Tonight Show, greeted by enthusiastic applause and cheers from the audience. Jimmy Fallon, with his familiar smile, guided you and Ewan to your seats and then thanked both of you for coming on the show.
"Let me introduce tonight's guests, the actors from House of The Dragon, please welcome Ewan Mitchell and Y/n Mitchell, playing Prince Aemond Targaryen and Princess Visenya Targaryen," Jimmy announced
"Thank you both for being here," Jimmy expressed his gratitude to you and Ewan for accepting the invitation to be interviewed.
Ewan, with his usual calm and slightly shy demeanor, responded modestly, "No, no, thank you for having us." You also smiled warmly and added, "Yes, thank you, Jimmy, for inviting us here; it's an honor."
Jimmy chuckled and continued his introduction to the audience.
Jimmy then began, "First, I want to congratulate both of you on the success of House of The Dragon!" His congratulations were met with enthusiastic applause from the audience, accompanied by loud clapping. Jimmy joked, "Wellâthey're already too fond of you guys."
"Thank you, Jimmy," you and Ewan said in unison, both of you still smiling brightly.
"So, Ewan, can you tell us about your life after the explosion of House of The Dragon?" Jimmy asked, but before letting Ewan answer, he quickly added a clarification, "I mean, it was already a hit after Season 2 aired, but now with Season 3 out, how has it changed?"
Ewan clicked his tongue lightly and said, "Well⌠I think it has, a bit. People still seem like they want to run away from me whenever I step out of the airport or when they see me on the street." After saying that, Ewan couldn't help but laugh, and you, having witnessed those moments, couldn't stop laughing either.
Jimmy laughed along, then turned to you and asked, "Is that really true, Y/n?" All you could do was nod in agreement, confirming it was indeed true. After laughing too much at your husband's story, you caught your breath and shared, "Once, on a flight to the set, a little girl came up and asked me to get his autograph because she was too scared." You burst out laughing at the memory, and so did Ewan, Jimmy, and the audience.
"But I want to affirm to everyone that my husband, Ewan Mitchell, is a good man, a good husband, and a good father!" you said, looking at Ewan with pride. The pride and love in his eyes for you were unmistakable, making the atmosphere in the room even warmer.
Jimmy couldnât help but laugh again, sharing in the pride and joy you both displayed.
âSpeaking of Ewan as a father, does your daughter know that both of you are famous?â Jimmy asked the two of you.
Ewan responded, âShe does⌠but she only found out recently.â He chuckled softly, explaining that for a long time, their daughter had been a fan of Harry Collett without realizing that her own parents were co-stars with him, and perhaps even more famous.
âOn her 3rd birthday, after she blew out the candles, I asked her what she wished for,â Ewan continued, his face glowing with pride as he spoke of your daughter.
âShe told me, âI wish that one day, mommy and daddy will be as famous as Harry Collett,ââ Ewan recounted, causing the audience to erupt in laughter once more.
âAt that moment, I briefly wondered if my wife and I were just amateur actors,â Ewan said with a laugh, taking a quick sip of water before continuing. âThatâs when we decided to take her to the set of House of The Dragon to show her.â
âBut even then, she wasnât fully convinced by us,â you added, clearly enjoying the audienceâs amusement at the story involving your daughter, Elowen.
âSeeing how much the audience here is enjoying your stories about your daughter, can you explain the video thatâs being shown on the screen?â Jimmy asked, pointing to the screen in front of you.
The screen displayed a video of you and your daughter, Elowen, sitting at the kitchen counter coloring together. You had set up your phone to capture what you thought was a hilarious moment, intending to send it to Ewan, but it was so adorable that you decided to post it on your social media.
âSo, El, can you tell mommy again why you said that to mommy?â you asked your daughter in the video. Elowen paused her coloring, sighed, and responded, âBecause I saw daddy putting a ring on another woman hand, so now I donât like daddy at all,â she said before immediately dropping her head to cry. The audience burst into laughter some with a soft âawwâ
âOkay, okay, can you explain why that happened, Y/n? Why did she say that?â Jimmy asked.
âWell, as you saw, Elowen and I were coloring together when she suddenly turned to me and said, âMommy, I donât like daddy,â so I thought she must have had a reason for saying that,â you explained, shifting in your seat position before continuing, âSo I set up my phone to record, but it wasnât until I showed the video to Ewan that we realized she was talking about the scene where Aemond gets married, you know in the House of The Dragon episode 2 sceneâ You couldnât help but laugh as you finished the story.
"I only showed her that one scene, not the whole episode, so donât worry," you continued, wanting to make sure everyone knew you hadn't exposed a 3-year-old girl to a series that wasn't suitable for viewers under 17.
The audience roared with laughter, and Jimmy shook his head in amusement. "That's adorable! She really thought her daddy was betraying her mommy on screen."
Ewan chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, sheâs still at that age where she doesnât fully understand the difference between fiction and reality. But I think itâs sweet how protective she is of our relationship."
Jimmy nodded, grinning. "Itâs amazing how kids see the world. So, what did you do to make it up to her, Ewan?"
Ewan smiled fondly, glancing at you before answering. "Well, after we explained that it was all just pretend and that daddy only loves mommy, we took her out for ice cream. I think the double scoop of chocolate chip really helped clear things up."
You laughed, adding, "And, of course, we had a long talk with her about what acting really means. But I think it was the ice cream that sealed the deal."
Jimmy leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the exchange. "Well, it sounds like you two have it all figured outâbalancing stardom with parenthood. And I have to say, it's refreshing to see how grounded and loving your family is, despite the craziness of Hollywood."
"Thank you, Jimmy," you said sincerely, reaching over to give Ewan's hand a squeeze. "We just try to keep things as normal as possible for her, no matter how crazy things get on set."
Jimmy nodded, smiling warmly. "And itâs clear that youâre doing an amazing job. I mean, the way you both light up when you talk about herâitâs obvious that your family comes first."
The audience clapped in agreement, and you couldnât help but feel a surge of gratitude for the life you and Ewan had built together, both on and off the screen.
"Well," Jimmy said, wrapping things up, "I think I speak for everyone when I say weâre looking forward to seeing more of you bothâwhether itâs on screen or in more adorable videos with your daughter!"
"Thank you, Jimmy," Ewan said with a grateful smile, and you echoed his sentiments.
As the interview came to a close, you and Ewan exchanged a loving glance, knowing that no matter how big your careers became, nothing would ever compare to the joy of sharing your lives with each other and your daughter.
âŚpt.2 ? a whole series of ewan being a dad?? or any ideas for dad!ewan?
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hi lovely!! if you're comfortable writing something like this, could I maybe request poly!marauders where reader who is normally very independent but gets submissive at times, but not in a sexual way? like she just gets overwhelmed and wants the boys to be in charge for a while, but maybe the relationship is still new and she feels too needy and can't bring herself to tell them and eventually they realize?
again, no worries if you're not comfortable writing this, just thought I'd ask <3
Thank you for requesting gorgeous !
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âThis is deeply, atrociously unjust,â Sirius says as James sits down in front of you, him on the floor and you on the couch. Heâs wet and fresh-smelling from the shower. âYou never let me do your hair.âÂ
âBecause you always act like youâre trying to tear it out as some sort of twisted revenge plot,â says James, passing you a brush and the curl cream you and Sirius had found for him. Normally, you adore this routine, the chance to run your fingers through Jamesâ hair and the way his eyes close blissfully while you do it. You love to pamper him. But tonight youâre not really in the mood. You do it because he expects you to, coating his curls in product with your usual tenderness but wishing you were on the receiving end of it instead. âSheâs got the touch of an angel.âÂ
Sirius crosses his arms. Heâs leaned against the side of the couch, leering over you like a vulture. Remus is reading in the armchair, and though heâs pretending to ignore all of you, the corner of his mouth tilts up.Â
âBeauty is pain,â Sirius grouses.
âWe should start a hair train,â James decides. âSheâll do mine, you can do hers, Remus will do yours, and Iâll do his.âÂ
Sirius seems to be considering this. You lean down towards Jamesâ ear. âYouâre throwing me to the wolves,â you stage-whisper.Â
âItâs you or me, sweetheart.âÂ
Actually, the idea of Sirius playing with your hairâeven at the risk of losing a good amount of itâdoesnât sound so awful.Â
âI can get in the shower right now,â you offer, only half joking.Â
Sirius lets a grin slip loose, sitting next to you to plant a smacker on your cheek. âThank you, darling, but thatâs alright. You shouldnât have to atone for his mistakes.âÂ
You return his smile, doing your best to bury your disappointment.
âI didnât consent to the hair train either,â Remus says without looking up from his book. âThereâs a reason James doesnât do his own hair.âÂ
âOi,â James objects. âIâve got admirers fighting over the opportunity to do my hair, why would I do it myself?âÂ
Remus marks his page, flipping the book closed. âWhat are we having for dinner?â he asks.Â
âI donât know, but Iâm famished.â James doesnât miss a beat, latching onto the new topic eagerly. âWe could order takeaway?âÂ
âOr just cut out the middleman and go out,â Sirius says. âUnless someone feels like cooking? Which I donât.âÂ
âWe know,â Remus teases. âI donât either, not tonight.âÂ
âI could if I needed to,â James says, âbut Iâm alright with whatever gets food in me the fastest.âÂ
They all look to you. âI donât much feel like cooking,â you add your piece. Your voice comes out quieter than youâd intended.
âAlright,â Remus says. âThen letâs not cook tonight. What do you want to do, love? Go out or stay in?âÂ
You comb the brush slowly through Jamesâ hair, twisting to define his curls. âI donât know,â you say.Â
Sirius turns to you, frowning. âCome on, baby.â He bumps your shoulder lightly with his. âWhat do you feel like having?âÂ
âI donât know.â You try not to sigh. âUm, can you pick?â
You donât look up from the top of Jamesâ head, but you can feel them exchanging looks. Theyâve all been a little extra gentle with you lately. They know youâre dealing with a lot. Anytime you try to tally it all up and make sense of it in your head, you start feeling like you could cry. Your exhaustion has sunk so deeply within you that itâs seeped into your bloodstream. You think by now thereâs got to be traces of it in the marrow of your bones.Â
âHey,â Sirius says softly. âLook at me.âÂ
You do, pausing with the brush held aloft over Jamesâ head. Heâs got his eyebrows drawn together like heâs trying to figure you out. âIâm sorry,â you say. Itâs not your boyfriendsâ faults that youâre feeling overwhelmed; you donât mean to drag them down with you.Â
âWhat for, sweetness?â He sets a hand on your thigh, rings biting into your skin as he gives the flesh a loving squeeze. âJust tell us what you need.âÂ
You try to give him a smile. You really do love him. âI wantâŚI donât know, I guess Iâm just tired. I want to not think for a little while.âÂ
Siriusâ eyebrows come up a bit in the middle, and James turns around from below you.Â
âAw, sweetheart.â His tone is as gooey and sweet as raw honey. âDo you just want us to take care of you, angel?â He sets his hands on your knees, pushing himself up to kiss your chin. âYou shouldâve said something.âÂ
âWe can stay in,â Remus suggests whilst James worms his way underneath you, getting you in his lap. âOrder takeaway from that Thai place you like.âÂ
âThat sounds nice,â you say meekly, face growing warm. James presses rapid-fire kisses to your cheek. One-two-three.Â
âYou wanna have a shower, baby?â Sirius asks you. He looks heart-wrenchingly concerned. Itâs not like you to want to give away control like this. âI could do your hair when you get out.âÂ
âDonât do it,â James cautions you. âHe steals our hair to make tiny dolls of us, Iâm sure of it.âÂ
Sirius sends him a withering look. âIâll be gentle.âÂ
âIâd like that,â you tell Sirius, and he softens.Â
âYeah?â He brushes a piece of hair away from your face and presses his hand to your cheek. Squishy fond. âOkay, baby, weâll pamper you to hell and back.âÂ
âIâm going to find the menu for takeaway,â Remus says, prying himself up from his chair.Â
âJames,â Sirius says, not particularly kindly, âyou will have to let her go for her to shower.âÂ
âNever. Not on my life. Not at gunpoint.â You shrink as James makes his face at home in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, nose nudging at a ticklish spot. âSheâs my darling sweetheart angel.âÂ
âSheâs our darling sweetheart angel,â Remus corrects him from the kitchen. You think your face could melt titanium.Â
âJames, please,â you complain. âIâm never telling you all anything again.â
âCareful.â Sirius raises an eyebrow at you, mock stern. âThat sounded dangerously close to a thought, and those wonât be allowed until at least tomorrow morning.â
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You overhear Karina talking about how clingy you are and from then out started being distant and non-affectionate towards her and she eventually confronts you and asks why you keep pushing her away, to which you tell her
Over her
Yoo Jimin x reader
Warnings: a little smut in the end (just a little). reader and yn donât really talk abt it tbh. skipping meals (? idk how to word it better than this).
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Notes: Iâm alive!!! sorry for taking forever to answer đ. I think your message got cut off? so I got a little creative, I hope you donât mind :). If you do, I can still cut out a few things n stuff. anyways, merry early christmas ig ^^ ps: I also didnât know if this was supposed to be smut, so I only wrote a little and in the end.
Youâve always been utterly, embarrassingly, completely enamored with your girlfriend. It was obvious to anyone who looked at you for even a single second; you would always be caught staring at Karina with loving eyes, often going out of your way to simply please and spoil her rotten, showering her with kisses and gifts. For you, it was physically impossible to be without her for too long. Her absence made your heart ache, almost as if there were something missing from you. It was difficult to go on with your routine if you didnât have her by your side. You missed your late night talks, walks at the park, parking lot dates, eating too much junk food together⌠You missed her, truthfully. All of her.
Naturally, you understood her duties as an idol: being away for shows, events, and photoshoots were part of her life just as much as you were. However, you knew Karinaâs time was precious and scarceâ which was why, whenever she was back in Seoul, you tried to spend as much quality time together as possible.
Even now, as the groupâs busy with their latest Mini Albumâs promotions, you couldnât help but to feel glistening with happiness to have the four girls back in Korea, regardless of them still being so occupied with fansigns, program attendances and rehearsals for their upcoming stages and festival performances. Having them in town gives you the opportunity to join them backstage, which you absolute love; whether itâs the artistic atmosphere, or being able to understand how this industry truly works, with all the engines running frantically in the girlsâ background to ensure everything goes as planned⌠And, of course, getting to watch Karina perform and be the astonishing, all-rounder, talented version of herself was the best part of it all. Anytime you look at her through the big screens, you realize how lucky you truly areâ to be able to see all sides of her. To witness how sweet, shy and caring she could also be, once the cameras were not around.
You loved her so much.
âCongratulations, girls! You absolutely nailed it!â You praise the four girls as soon as they leave the stage, breathless from performing at a University Festival. They all smile back, trying to recompose themselves as best as they can, the adrenaline from being on stage slowly running out. You wait for them to calm down, too, before reaching out to give your girlfriend a big hug, in hopes to express yourself through your touches. You mean to tell her how wonderful she had done, but she ends the hug quickly, although her smile still lingers.
âIâm all sweaty, Y/n.â She explains, which you nod and take a step back to give her space. The two of you walk side by side, towards the big dressing room. âI donât want you to get dirty, too.â
You shrug, trying to hide the uncomfortable feeling that stood on your heart, with the lack of her touches. You understood, though. Karinaâs just taking care of you, like the sweet girlfriend she is. So you follow her, without complaints, even though all you want is to jump from excitement and tell her how perfectly she performed, setting the public on fire. Instead, you force yourself to stay still and calm down, laying with the others on the couch as you watch them change into normal clothes and relax.
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The cafeâs atmosphere is cozy and calm, a much-needed contrast for the girls after a whole morning of practicing at the company. The placeâs barely occupiedâ lunch break is nearly over for most of the workersâ and the only sounds that can be heard are the windâs peaceful breeze and the girlâs voices, engaged in a nonchalant gossip.
âIâm so hungry.â Winter complains, resting her head on Karinaâs shoulder. You all chuckle at the sight; sheâs too cute, even when sheâs whiny.
âMe too.â You nod, and reach out for your girlfriendâs arm, tugging it slightly to steal her attention from Ningâs excited storytelling. It takes a few moments, but she finally hums, acknowledging you. âLove, do you think the food will take long? I need to use the restroom, but Iâll wait if itâs coming soon.â
Karina frowns, looking behind you for a few seconds. After examining the balcony, she seems to think otherwise. âIt might take quite a while, still. Weâve ordered a lot, and we just got here, too. Youâre safe to go.â
You nod as you get up and excuse yourself, leaving the girls to their own conversations. Their reserved table, set in a pretty well-hidden corner of the cafe, is the reason youâre able to observe their faces from afar, once you make your way back from the stalls. None of them notice your arrival, too engrossed in their conversation to pay attention to your frame.
Giselle, Winter, and Ningningâs faces are uneasy as they listen to Karinaâs rambling. Their fingers twitch on the table, and they shake their heads every once in a while, leaving you to wonder whatâs gotten them so serious. Trying to understand the matter, you frown behind their backs, approaching the group in slow, unhurried steps.
â⌠Sheâs constantly all over me, too. I swear I donât even have time to breathe without her on my skin, as if she has nothing else to do. Itâs so fucking annoying, really. Like, you remember, right? And there was that time when we were all at the park and Y/n was just insufferabâ.â
You decide not to eavesdrop on the rest of your girlfriendâs conversation. Instead, you focus on keeping your steps as light as you can, once you turn around and nearly run back to the restroom, ignoring the heavy pitch just forming in your stomach.
You only allow yourself to relax once you reassure your mind that none of them were aware of you listening to Karinaâs harsh, hurtful words.
Instead, your hands go to your face, and you try to focus and take deep breaths to prevent the tears from coming. The moment they start, you know itâll take long to stop. It was one of the things Karina always teased you about: how youâve always been such a crybaby, drowning yourself in tears for absolutely anything.
Oh, Karina⌠how could she speak such things about you? Youâve always put on so much effort to be the best, supportive girlfriend you could, with extra care to respect your girlfriendâs boundaries and still express how much you loved her.
It hurt to know she found you annoying and clingy, specially since all youâve ever meant was to reassure her of your love. Allowing your body to sink into the restroomâs floor, you reach to the ground, hugging your knees in hopes to feel some comfort.
Flashes pass through your mind like rockets, analyzing every single moment youâve ever spent with Karina. Even if it was the last thing you wanted to do, your mind doesnât seem to give you any relief, overthinking about each one of her touches, phrases, and actions towards you. Did she even love you? What was she doing with you, then, if she found your presence to be so suffocating? What have you done wrong?
Was your whole existence the problem? The way you acted, your bubbly personalityâŚ
The questions, now clearly etched on your brain, did nothing but deepen the lump in your throat, one that left saliva building up in your mouth, making it impossible to swallow. Even the simplest actions were difficult to be executed, just like it was when you were away from your girlfriend for too long.
Despite all, you couldnât help but let a light chuckle, forcing yourself to get up and wash your face in the sink. You feel like youâre going to collapse if you stay in the cafe. No, that wonât doâ you have to go home. Even if it means facing chaos herself.
And her friends, too. They mustâve been aware of Karinaâs feelings towards you all along, yet they still let you smile and be all over like a fucking idiot.
You look up, trying not to ruin your mascara and risk having any of them finding out what youâve just heard. Without rush, you force yourself to even your breathing, inhaling and exhaling in slow movements, focusing on your bodyâs movements instead of giving in to desperation.
You feel like youâre at the bottom pit, and it fucking sucked.
After minutes of calming yourself down, you dried the remaining tears and got up, sighing as you excited the bathroom. Your hands trailed the walls as you walked without rush, looking for something, anything to provide some strength. Eventually, the walls of the hallway gave way to the open area of the tables, making you gulp. Your legs were wobbly, and you felt too weak, almost as if you were going to pass out at any given moment. Your usual confidence was all gone, and you werenât at all sure youâd manage to speak to them without stuttering or crying.
âThank fucking God, Y/n. We thought you got kidnapped or something.â Winter was the first to say, giggling. Giselle and Ningning smiled too, mumbling how you mustâve gotten lost or thrown in a portal to another dimension, perhaps.
Karina nods. âYou really took too long out there, Y/n. I almost went looking for you.â Even though her tone is light, your girlfriendâs smile fades once she takes a proper look at your face.
You try your best to smile back at her, hands going unconsciously to your arms, scratching them nervously. Youâve always liked to be the center of their attention; the little moments where theyâd ask you for an opinion or actively listen to your rambling⌠you thrived on them. It felt like they were spoiling you, giving up one of the things they cherished the most to focus on you: their time. Even if just for a few seconds, the feeling of being observed by them brought you a strange feeling of being fulfilled, of being someone important.
âI actually need to go, now.â You mutter, grabbing your stuff whilst refusing to meet your girlfriendâs piercing gaze.
Karinaâs already aware something is wrong, though. She knows your body, your expressions, your mannerisms⌠sheâs more than capable of telling when youâre off, much to your discomfort.
âIs everything ok? What happened?â Her hands grab a hold of your elbow, and you nearly joint, throwing your phone and sweater in your purse as fast as you can, to escape from her fingers on you. Her touch hurts, electrocuting your skin as if she were a storm set on a windy, loud night. You couldnât stand it.
âItâs just a family emergency, donât worry.â You take a step back, with your wallet in hands to pay for your drink. Bowing slightly to acknowledge the pain you were bringing onto the conversation, you add. âPlease keep up with your lunch. Iâll make sure to update you about it soon.â
Karinaâs hands rest on top of yours, taking the card from between your fingers and back to the wallet.
âItâs ok, Iâll pay.â Her voice, calm and soothing, is much different from her previous, livid tone. She gives your hand a squeeze, getting up herself. âDo you want me to go with you? Manager unnie will understand.â
The girls nod, their faces also filled with worry. However, you dismiss your girlfriend, diverting your gaze to the ground as you inhale deeply. Youâre unable to face her by any given means; youâd fall apart in front of them if you did as such. In fact, you find yourself unable to face any of them. Theyâve made a fool out of you for too long, and that single thought is enough for bile to rest in your throat, threatening to spill. You canât deal with that, not at the moment.
âI mean it: Iâm sure I can handle it.â Your muscles tense, and you donât even notice your bodyâs backward steps. It was clear you wanted to leave, which was mostly the reason they didnât pressure further, watching as you hurriedly made our way out.
Karinaâs eyes were the most trained, her mind racing with thoughts that left her wondering what had gotten you so shaken, visibly out of place. Clueless, she stared at your frame until youâve reached the door. Only then, you returned her stare.
The watery look in your eyes is more than enough to make her shiver, gripping her chest to get rid of the heaviness that had installed in her heart. Everything was fine, Karina told herself. Youâd soon deal with your incident, and be back by her side as fast as you could, as always.
With that in mind, she relaxes, turning her attention back to her friendsâ conversation.
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Karina doesnât understand why your distance hurts so much. She shouldâve been relieved: youâve stopped spamming her phone with updates of your day, no longer sending thousands of pictures and videos of things that, according to you, reminded you of herself. She doesnât have to deal with your constant neediness, nor does she have to reassure you that you were loved, and she missed you. Itâs all sheâs ever wantedâ to not be disturbed at all, being able to focus on work and just have a good time, overall.
Instead, she feels awful; as if somethingâs missing. Everything feels wrong; sheâs unable to concentrate at all, her skin itches and her thoughts constantly linger on you, wondering.
âHey, Jimin unnie.â Ning looks up from the ground, stretching herself out on the floor. âIs Y/n coming soon? She always brings the best snacks.â Resting on the couch, Karina lets out a long sigh, looking at the clock displayed above the dance roomâs door.
âSheâs not stopping by to watch us today.â The oldest explains, shrugging. She tries as hard as she can not to sound affected by it. âItâs Nutcracker season. Sheâs rehearsing until late, most likely.â
âMost likely? Havenât you talked to her today to know that?â
Giselleâs sharp tone hurt, specially since Karinaâs phone was currently burning in her pocket, with a lot of unread messages she had sent you. Karina twists her fingers to prevent herself from putting her hands on her face, in a tired manner. âNo, I havenât. Like I said, sheâs busy. We havenât talked much since this morning.â
âWow, this is serious, then.â Giselleâs lips turn into a smirk, as she brushes the sweat out of her face. âY/nâs never missed a pre-comeback rehearsal of ours. Like, literally never. Not even if she had her own rehearsals to attend. Have you ever attended any of hers, by the way?â
Karina grits her teeth. She knows Giselle means well: sheâs friends with you, and is simply curious. Knowing that doesnât keep the girl from wanting to punch the Uchinaga for annoying her, though. With the engines running inside her head, Karina tries her best to focus on exhausting her body, in hopes of having the burning sensation ease her troubled mind. Still, she couldnât help but constantly wonder what was going on in with you. Why were you suddenly so distant?
The questions clouded her head, making it difficult to focus on the choreography they were learning. It seems like she wasnât making up stuff, after all: Giselleâs questions made it clear you were different, weirdly so.
Nodding, Karina added, âYeah. Itâs not like herself at all.â
Giselle meant to continue the conversation, but the dark look Karina shoots her is enough to get the Uchinaga to gulp, focusing back on her movements, along with the melody of their upcoming song. It was none of her business, anyway.
Once the girls make their way back to the dorms, Karina decides sheâs had enough of whatever you were intending to do. Sheâd stop by and confront you, finally. It frustrated her, having to guess your feelings, specially since youâve been dating for quite a while â now. But sheâd do it, if you were so willing to be petty. Sheâd be the one to reach out first.
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âThank you, girls. Iâll see you in a bit. I wonât be late, promise.â Karinaâs words reverberate through the car, as she waves goodbye to her friends.
Her three bandmates were, as always, more than quick to encourage her to reach out to you, after the distance between you lingered for weeks. Even though it would cost her hours she should be spending in the recording room, theyâve immediately told Karina to talk to you, urging to have both of you in good terms once again.
Ever since youâve become a shell of the caring, sweet girlfriend you once were, Karinaâs been jittery; she was easily irritated and often picked arguments over the simplest things. It was clear the situation was taking a toll on her, in ways sheâd never admit. Karina would die before confessing how much she missed your voice, your care, your touches. Sheâd never admit it. After all, she did constantly complain about how clingy and annoying you wereâ it was only fair she lived up to her words.
With a sigh, the girl enters your Dance Studio, tugging at the tiny Christmas decorations that hang through the reception area, the doors, and the walls. She realizes sheâs never actually been inside the massive building for more than three, maybe four times. Usually, Karina would just wait for you by the car, never bothering to get to know the place you spent the majority of your time, whenever you werenât attending your classes. Karina mutters a curse under her breath, silently punishing herself for not paying enough attention to you, as she smiles at the receptionist and asks about your location.
âSecond four, third door on the left. Sheâs booked up a private room for a few hours, but they should be near the end, now.â The woman told her, as Karina bowed her in recognition, making her way towards the elevator.
Once sheâs walking through the hallways, a big, colored paper with numerous names catches her eyes, standing out in the sea of decorations and adornments. Itâs a casting list, and Karinaâs chest fills with pride as she reads your name: first in line, cast as the lead dancer. She vaguely remembers of one of your rambles months prior, the low tone of your voice exposing how ashamed you were to confess about your nervousness to audition. At that time, Karina had been so focused on her own stuff she barely gave your topics any attention at all, dismissing them with a few hums until you focused on her rants again.
Now, Karina desperately wished she had paid you more attention. She urged to be active in your life: to know what was happening in your routine, your troubles and whatever was making you happy at the moment. Filled with guilt, the dark-haired girl slides the door slowly, delighting herself in the sight of your perfectly arranged frame, stretching yourself by the bars.
âYou havenât told me you got cast as Clara.â She says, quietly, staring at how precise and eloquent your moves are, even though the music that comes from your phone is faint, nearly inaudible.
You take a look at your girlfriend through the mirrors, trying your best to look indifferent. In reality, the first thought youâve had as soon as you got cast as the lead dancer for the companyâs Winter play was to call her, screaming in excitement for accomplishing something youâve wanted for so long. But her words were still livid on your mindâwhich is why you simply shrug, going on with your barre routine, back straightened and arms arched. Once again, it was difficult to act like her stare didnât burn, consuming you completely, but you reverberated through it.
âItâs not that big of a deal. I only got it because Seowon unnie is injured, anyway. She didnât even audition.â
âI see.â Karina says. Her eyes examine your body so intensely you gulp, reaching out for your water bottle. She follows your every move, like a fox out for a hunt. âDo you want to have lunch? We can finally have some time for us, then. Youâve been so busy.â Her tone is sarcastic, and you know sheâs fully aware of the distance youâve been putting on between them. Her message is clear: sheâs done playing and waiting for you to gather your thoughts and come back to her on your own, as youâd usually do whenever you argued.
Only you werenât backing up or apologizing, this time.
âI canât put on weight. I have fittings in 3 days.â Karina frowns, approaching until you were unable to continue your moves.
She looks at your body, eyes searching for any flaws with such hunger, you instantly feel heat invading your cheeks.
âYouâre good.â Leaving no space for denial, she turns around and holds the door open, motioning for you to go first. âNow, letâs have lunch.â
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âIs it something with your family?â Karina is the first to break the awkward silence that lingers on the lunch table, in hopes to stir anything inside you to make you stop playing with your salad and look at her face. It works: you look up, genuinely confused.
âWhat? No, theyâre good.â You tuck your hair behind your ears, clearly not enjoying the date. If anything, your moves are mechanic, hesitant.
If it were any other day, youâd be talking until you had to grasp for air, filling Karina in every detail of your life for the second or third time, probably. She thinks sheâll go insane at the sight of you, sitting idle on the desk, with big, sad eyes.
âGood. Itâs good theyâre all well and healthy.â She says, then adds, lifting her brows. Even though she tries not to express how irritated she is by the situation, Karinaâs not good at hiding her expressions. âWhat is wrong? Youâre clearly different, but keep acting petty and not telling me what it is.â
Your mouth opens in a perfect âOâ as the words leave your girlfriendâs mouth. Does she think youâre that immature? She must simply not care about her own words, then. Youâre sure of it. âIâm not fucking petty.â
Karina stares at your arms, tightly crossed against your chest, and at your pout. She almost laughs, thinking about how adorable the sight is, but the fire in your eyes reminds her of the current situation. She leans back on the chair, motioning for you to do something. Anything.
âTalk, then.â
She infuriates you. Just sitting in front of you, so sure sheâs done nothing wrong, as if youâre the only one to blame.
âYouâre really clueless, arenât you?â It takes some deep breaths to not point a finger at her, so you just let out a dry laugh. âIâm just giving you what you want.â
âWhat do you mean by that?â Once again, she looks genuinely confused. Before you get to answer, thought, Karinaâs phone rings. She picks up immediately, not at all pleased with how you rolled your eyes at the interruption. Itâs Aeri, calling to say Bada had already arrived, and sheâs the only one missing for them to start cleaning the choreo.
You get up before she has the chance to say anything, with a fake smile as you wait for her to call the waiter and pay for your date.
âI have to go, too.â You say, walking up slightly faster than her. When itâs time for you to actually part ways, though, you stop, unsure of what to do. You would rather not touch her; it still hurts, and part of you was indeed petty enough to deprive her of your touch, after her complaints.
Karina beats you to it, however. Before you register, she seals your lips in a delicate kiss, one you canât help but melt on.
âSee you soon, Y/n. I love you.â She says, before entering her companyâs car and being driven away. She doesnât wait for you to acknowledge the situation, and youâre happy for that.
Huffing in frustration, you make your way back towards your studio, in hopes to keep your strained relationship out of your mind, even if just for a few hours.
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As much as Karina thinks it through, she canât fantom where sheâs gone wrong. Youâve just distanced yourself so suddenly, and it has left a hole in her heart, along with a lingering itch on her skin that makes her want to scratch her arms until theyâre red and sore. Sheâs busy, and she knows youâre busy, too, but sheâs had enough of this. She misses you, and she hates herself for complaining about how youâve always shown her nothing but love. She took it for granted before, but she wonât anymore.
Her palms are slippery as she knocks on the dressing roomâs door, not waiting much until sheâs given permission to enter. Sheâs not surprised to find you aloneâ your friends told her you were usually the last one to change into normal clothes, as crowded spaces made you breathless and anxious. She is, though, surprised to find you looking down at your hands, so small and filled with sorrow, despite having performed flawlessly not even an hour ago.
Youâre surrounded by stuffed animals, letters, and gifts from your friends and family, yet it still seems so⌠empty. And you know whatâs lacking.
The girl standing by the door knows it, too.
âYou looked beautiful on the stage tonight.â Karina says, carefully placing the huge bouquet she bought you on the empty part of the table, the one your hands rest. âAs always. My beauty.â
You nod, gripping your chair as you try to ground yourself. Even your body navigated towards her; it was hard not to run into her arms and forget how hurt you were.
âI didnât think youâd come.â You truly didnât, even though you had sent invites to her and the girls, they were always so busyâ theyâve never attended, before.
Itâs Karinaâs turn to be hesitant â now. Trapping her hands in her pockets, she adds. âI donât want to be absent from your life anymore.â The statement, all youâve wanted to hear for so, so long, makes your heart nearly joint. You try to speak, but sheâs still immersed in her words. âI miss you. And I have no fucking clue of why youâve been so distant lately, but I miss your laugh, your touchesâfuck, I miss everything about you. I know Iâve been so fucking selfish, and Iâve never realized you were the only one making efforts for us for so long.â Youâre still looking at her through the mirror when she places her head on your shoulders, hands playing with your leotardâs thin strap to have something to occupy herself with. âIâm sorry.â
You gulp, looking at the beautiful flowers she got you. Being without Karina had turned you into a mess, but you still feel just as uneasy in her presence. No matter how much you try, you canât seem to forget her words. How irritated she sounded, at the time, as if you were such a bother.
Your girlfriend was still waiting for her answer, so you take some flowers into your hands, as you ask, hesitant. âDonât I suffocate you? Iâm too much, I guess.â
Karina shakes her head. âOf course not. Whereâd you get that from?â Her hands move to your waist, subtly, her light fingers barely noticeable as they brush your covered skin.
âYou can stop lying, you know. Just tell me if you do.â Your voice cracks, and itâs enough for Karina to realize how hurt you truly were, by the affirmation.
It comes to her, then, that you werenât being petty, all over the past weeks. You were just hurt, and needed some time. She feels guilty for being the reason for such feelings.
Hugging you with a strong grip, she decides to be honest. âThere was a time⌠where I felt like it, for a bit. I was overworked, and annoyed at everything. But then you vanished, and⌠it felt like there was something missing, I guess.â
Her face is all red from the confession, making you smile. Itâs a rare occurrence, for Karina to talk about her feelings, and even more for her to confess anything. Itâs the real proof she missed you; the girlâs willingness to be vulnerable, even if for a small moment.
You missed her so, so much. As always youâre the first to give in, no longer fighting the rational part of your brain that screamed for you to distance yourself and leave Karina.
âLetâs go home, âJiminie.â You murmur, humming as you feel her hands all over your body, groping and twisting your skin, touch starved for anything you could provide. You whine, looking at her through her lashes. In this love bubble, your drunken state is enough for Karina to kiss you, her sweet taste marked with hunger.
âI donât want to wait, though. Iâve missed you for too long.â She looks at you dead serious, adding, âFar too long.â
You nod, a moan escaping your mouth when Karina pushes all the makeup and the gifts onto the ground, her lithe hands gripping your thighs and urging you up on the vanity with ease. Once again, her fingers try to get through your leotard, huffing when sheâs met with tights instead of bare skin.
You grab her wrists, giggling at her urgent moves. âDonât.â You warn, turning your head when Karina meets your lips for another breathless, hungry kiss. Her mouth meets the corner of yours, instead. Youâd forgotten how much you loved to tease her. âI have to perform tomorrow, and for weeks after that. Donât ruin them.â
She retreats completely, then. Stepping back, she places her hands up, following your demands. Her body language is relaxed, but her voice is strained, stating how she truly feels. âYou better take them off â now. And give me a show.â
You roll your eyes at the lack of sweetness, but another sharp look from Karina and youâre quick to do as told. Her attention is solely on you, admiring your precise moves. Youâre just as graceful and beautiful as when you went on stage, and Karina drinks on the vision.
Without rush, you unbutton your costume until it falls from your body, lifting yourself up to let the fabric dangle on the ground. Your body is exposed to your girlfriendâs touch. Youâre drenched, desperate to have her after so long apart. You can feel the heat on your skin, as you reach out to have her close once again. It lingers, only deepening with the hungry, messy kiss you and Karina share. Her hands meet your neck, and you gasp the moment you feel her fingers blocking your airways. The dizziness, along with her wet mouth on your chin, then marking your neck as she has her share of you, just as starved. Youâre too light-headed to complain about the bruises, being so quick to turn into a moaning, breathless mess.
âI missed you t-too much.â You murmur, drawing your head back as she licks her way down on your body. You watch, starstruck, as she falls down on her knees, hands spreading your thighs with ease.
You take a hold of her long, dark hair, but donât motion to force your girlfriendâs face into your cuntâ you know better than that. Instead, you wait, eagerly, as she parts your folds. Her other hand comes to collect your juices, proving on your sweetness.
âIâm obsessed with you.â She mutters, breath hot on your cunt. Her eyes meet yours, and sheâs just as breathless. âFucking obsessed. Do you understand? This is all mine.â
Without a warning, she licks a big stripe of your pussy, her nose bumping onto your clit without much pressure. The action, though not rough, is more than enough to have lewd, loud sounds come out of your mouth. The only thing on your mind is your girlfriend. Her touches and the pleasure she was always so eager to give you.
âIâll worship you because youâre mine.â
Perhaps your relationship was built on empty promises. But as for the moment, the only thing that matters is Karinaâs hot, warm breath on your skin, and how right it feels.
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antidote II Leila Ouahabi x Reader
a/n: dear readers, enjoy reading this little oneshot and thank you @taysappho for sending us the request. đ¤đ¤
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âAmor, have you seen?â, Leila asked, her face brightly smiling at you through the phone screen.
Of course, you had seen it. You had been sitting in front of your phone to watch the UWCL draw and had prayed to whoever might have listened that Barcelona and Manchester City would face each other. There was nothing you wanted more than to play against your girlfriend on the biggest stage of European club football.
âThe results of the UWCL draw? Yes!â, you yelled back at her through the video call.
âWeâll be playing against each other.â, Leila summarized the obvious, seemingly still unable to believe it.
You nodded: âI canât wait for it.â
âMe neither.â
âThe first game is in October already.â, you said, checking the schedule on your phone again.
Leilas face grinned at you from the small square in the corner of your screen: âI canât wait to have you in Manchester.â
âAnd in December youâll be playing in Barcelona.â, you added.
âOnly in December?â, Leila asked suddenly.
You frowned, turning your attention back to your video call: âUhm, what do you mean by that?â
Pausing, you watched the background of Leilas video passing by behind her as she kept walking with her front camera focused on herself. You knew where she was.
âWait, are you at an airport?â
She beamed at you proudly: âJust landed. Do you want a flat white or a cappuccino?â
âNo wayâŚâ, you said incredulously and then added: âCappuccino please.â
âWill be delivered soon.â, Leila winked into the camera.
You shook your head, still in awe about the surprise: âI love you.â
âI know. Love you too.â
With that she ended the call. Silence filled your Barcelona apartment with the exception of your heart beating loudly against your chest. You still couldnât believe that she would be here soon.
You had been together for a few years now and long-distance worked surprisingly well for the two of you but you couldnât deny that you often found yourself missing her. You both had tight schedules so visiting each other was a rare luxury usually reserved for the winter and summer breaks.
A ringing on your doorbell announced what you hoped would be the arrival of Leila a little later. You opened the door with a grin, making space to let her in: âCome on in, gentlewoman.â
âThank you. Hereâs your coffee.â, she laughed, while balancing two steaming to-go cups and her duffle bag.
You gratefully took the cup she offered you and took a sip. âOh, itâs still hot.â, you remarked with surprise.
Leila dropped her bag to the floor and gave you an âOh pleaseâ - look.
âOf course, I know what Iâm doing.â, she laughed before pulling you in for an embrace.
You could feel yourself melt into her, breathing in her scent. You had missed her more than you had realized.
âFor how long you will stay?â, the question passed your lips without thinking.
âA few days.â, Leila replied smiling.
Relief flooded you in an instant, a few days was more than you were used to getting since the defender made her move to Manchester.
âThatâs amazing.â, you muttered happily.
âThe club gave me a couple of days off because of the injury.â, she explained more seriously.
Your heart sank at your girlfriends mentioning the reason why the dark-haired woman was able to be in your arms in this exact moment.
âHow are you, Leila?â, you asked her concerned.
âIâm okay, really.â, Leila answered, lifting your chin so you could see the truth reflected in her beautiful brown eyes.
âCan I do anything?â
âWell, you can spend some time with me.â, the defender suggested. For a second, she paused. With a mischievous smile playing on her lips your girlfriend continued. âI heard that should help.â
âDoes that help?â, you questioned innocently after kissing the only slightly taller woman gently.
âI think it does.â, Leila admitted grinning amused.
âGood.â, you nodded satisfied with her answer.
âCome here, amor. I missed you.â, she demanded softly.
âI missed you too.â, you whispered a quiet confession.
âYes, I know.â, the fellow footballer responded cheekily.
âBienvenida a casa.â
âNice place.â, Leila observed, really taking in your new flat this time.
âItâs, huh? You can see the sea from the balcony.â, you rambled on excitedly, eager to show her everything of your appartement which your lover normally only saw through the small screen during your video calls.
âShow me.â, she requested. No more assurance was needed afterwards.
âIsnât the view gorgeous?â, you beamed at her once the two of you have stepped on to the balcony.
It was decorated with a few green plants, a small table accompanied by two chairs, but the most thrilling part of it was indeed the fantastic scenery. The sounds of the buzzing city were audible, but underneath all of that you could hear the waves crashing to the shore. While the sight of the sea always mesmerized you.
âVery.â, Leila giggled, she was unable to take her eyes off you. After all those years together, the dark-haired woman was still enchanted by you.
âYouâre not even looking at it.â, you protested weakly.
âI see something better.â, the defender countered in a flirty tone.
âYou do?â, you raised an eyebrow teasingly.
âI do.â, your girlfriend confirmed, she cupped your face with her long and delicate hands and left hungry kisses all over your face it gave you fuel to your own desires too. Oh, how youâve missed her presence and her touches. Itâs been too long without it, you thought to yourself.
With innocent eyes you blinked at her: âItâs getting kind of chilly, donât you agree? Maybe we should go back inside.â
âI agree.â, Leila smiled knowingly like she could read your mind.
As you walked back inside, followed closely by your girlfriend, you grinned: âI need to show you the bedroom next.â
âOh please do.â, she laughed while her hand slid down towards your butt, her finger hooking into the waistband of your jeans.
âFollow me.â, you laughed and led her to your bedroom.
You spend the night between the sheets but wide awake. It was a blur of lingering touches and soft kisses on tender skin. You only fell asleep in Leilas arms when the sun started to rise again.
You decided to let Leila sleep when you had to get up for training the next morning.
Yawning you sat in the dressing room while you got dressed for training. You were basically still half asleep when Alexia appeared next to you, pulling on your training shirt.
âLooks like boyfriend Leila is back in town.â, she smirked.
You blinked at her against the tiredness: âHow⌠Oh.â
Your hand shot up to your neck, covering up the visible hickie that you had forgotten to cover up. You could feel the blood rush into your cheeks and cursed yourself for being so inattentive this morning.
âShow us!â, Patri demanded while pulling on your arm.
Sighing, you let go. She whistled impressed once she took a look at the bruise: âWow, looks like she missed you a lot.â
âYeah, no make up could conceal that.â, Mapi agreed, teasing.
You groaned, wishing you could just disappear from the face of the world: âChicas, please.â
âIs she still in Barcelona?â, Alexia asked curiously.
âYes, Leila is here for a few more days⌠She obviously wants to see you all too.â
Mapi laughed: âDo you think you can make her leave the bed for us?â
âYes, if weâre going to her favourite restaurant.â, you shrugged.
Alexia nodded once: âWe can arrange that.â
Before you knew it, your captain whipped out her phone and made a reservation for the whole team the following night.
With relief you left the pitch one and a half hours later and were surprised by Leila waiting for you at the exit. She was in an oversized hoodie that you knew too well with the hood up, hiding her face.
She scooped you up into a tight hug and whispered: âDid they noticeâŚ?â
âOf course they did!â, you replied, hitting her playfully on her arm.
âSorry.â, she laughed.
You grimaced at her: âYou donât look sorry though.â
âIâm not. Next time I will leave it somewhere more inconspicuous.â, she promised with a grin that verged on dirty.
You bumped her shoulder with yours: âWeâll have dinner with the team tomorrow, I hope you can behave for that.â
âWeâll see about that.â, she shrugged.
âLeila!â
âSorry.â, she laughed.
Shaking your head, you took her hand in yours and started walking.
This girl really couldnât behave, not even in public. Maybe going back to your bedroom was the better idea.
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I decided to make a HH AU cause...y'know....anyway.... now introducing
Reset Resort! A Hotelier Vox AU
- you already know, it's a hotel Vox AU.....but not quite what you're thinking. Kind of a swap between Alastor and Vox, it focuses on the butterfly effects of this single change, rather than a full reversal.
- Most things are kinda(?) the same. Except the hotel is not as run-down and quite more successful. As if S1âs hotel started with S2's reputation and building. It's also more modern/sleek and closer to your typical strip hotel. Much more busy with additional residents coming in and out. Think Vegas-style. It has way too many amenities than necessary, and it's actually an enjoyable place to hang out , but the message for "redemption" might be a bit....lost.
- Itâs supposed to be a place where Sinners can (lightly) indulge in their vices without risk of falling into a soul-binding deal on their road to recovery.
- In this AU, movement between Sinners/Winners has been proven. NOT redemption yet. With this âconcreteâ evidence, Vox considers it "purely a business investment" to sponsor the hotel.
- Because of this "proof", Heaven has granted Hell/Charlie a grace period of an extra year with no exterminations, so long as they continue to monitor the process and Hell provides further progress and evidence of redemption.
Vox is there for the start up of the hotel with Charlie. He sponsors her project with his reach and expertise. His personality is much more subdued, his TV persona taking center stage, except for rare occasions. His temper is not as bad as in-canon. AKA, heâs much more fake and corny in this AU.
Charlie is slightly more mature and realistic in this AU. She studies redemption seriously and notes behavioral patterns/is much more patient and careful with the process. With Vox being extremely efficient and taking over the managerial/facility side of the resort, she is able to dedicate her time fully towards the redemption of sinners and being a therapist. She is still overzealous sometimes because she knows that if nobody else will show enthusiasm/push sinners to do better, then nobody will.
- Vox tried to manipulate Charlie very early on when they first met, and Charlie ended up realizing his kindness was just for his own benefit and has been wary of that fact ever since.
- Their relationship is like: she knows heâs reliable and will do everything she asks, but is doubtful/sad that heâs ingenuine. Vox thinks Charlie looks at him with pity and absolutely HATES it, but he still plays carefully so he can do a repeat and build up her trust again. Doesn't like Vaggie for a similar reason. They just think he's another misguided sinner in need. Neither have fully grasped the idea that most Sinners chose to do-evil(which he certainly has).Â
- Vox holds a contract with Lucifer. What for? Well... let's say that they're on good terms and are friends. They meet with each other once a week (where Lucifer gets social interaction and updates on Charlie).Â
I already have sketches for Alastor and Vaggie planned out in this AU~
It's less of a full "reversal" and more so one swap and the butterfly effect that follows. This AU has been my brainchild for a few weeks, so PLEASEEE I'd love to answer any questions or asks....
My AU tag is #au: reset resort
All information can be found under there! Until I make a masterpost or something.
Old design under the cut:
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I remember during the making of Tangled, the filmmakers said they had to work hard to design Rapunzelâs tower to be beautiful and seem like a cozy, fun environment, while also making Mother Gothel seem sweet and loveable, if manipulative.
Because, they said, if the environment is too much like a prison, and Gothel is too much like a villainess, the audience wouldnât believe in Rapunzel as a character. Theyâd think she was either stupid or cowardly, to stay in such a nasty situation without trying to escape sooner. But if her circumstances seem just livable enough, just sweet enough, that you can see some of the appeal, then you wouldnât blame her for waiting so long to leave.
Why didnât they do that with Wish?
Why didnât they think that relatability through?
Nobody is really feeling compelled to root for the everyday Rosas citizens during the movie. You donât feel like rooting for Ashaâs cause, or even Queen Amayaâs. Because you think to yourself, âwhy did it take the townspeople so long to ask the question âwhy canât we just have our wishes back?ââ
Asha comes up with those culture-breaking questions, inexplicably, in the first twenty minutes of the movie. It takes the rest of the townspeople about 24 hours to suddenly start asking that, too.
So why donât you root for them?
Because when something bad happens to them, part of your brain goes, âwhy didnât they see that coming, though? Why didnât they ask questions? That oneâs a little bit on them.â
And you donât really feel that feeling you got with Mother Gothel, where you were like, âOh yeah, I can see why the main character trusted this villain; the villain really seems to care about the hero, if you didnât know what she was after.â You donât;t get that same feeling with Magnifico. Because the whole idea of what he doesâby erasing peopleâs memories and yelling at them and having no moments with regular folk where heâs warm and personal and building trustâis so malicious that we donât believe the other characters couldnât see it.
We COULD HAVE believed it. If theyâd added in good writing and character moments to make it believable.
When Magnifico interacts with the people who trust him and are duped by him, heâs up on a stage, flashing superpowers they donât have and then disappearing back into his tower after only granting one wish. Heâs not on the welcome tour with Asha. He doesnât know his own palace staff by name. Heâs done nothing to build the trust all the side-characters unquestioningly give him. So even at the end, when everyoneâs like, âaw, we wanted to believe in Magnifico,â we donât feel it. Because didja? Why? Everyone could see that coming.
Meanwhile Mother Gothel tells Rapunzel she loves her most every time she leaves. She laughs with her. She reinforces every conversation they have with the idea that sheâs desperate to protect Rapunzel. She brings her her favorite soup as a surprise and remembers the ingredients. She goes to get white paint on a very long trip so Rapunzel can paint. She compliments her strength and beautyâeven if itâs backhanded. She calls her âdear,â and âdarling.â She knocks thugs out with sticks, returning even after she argued with and supposedly âgave upâ on Rapunzel, all to supposedlyâ protectâ her. So when Rapunzel realizes it was all an act, and sheâs wrathful and furious and grabs Gothelâs hand, we DO feel it. Because we believed that Rapunzel really didnât see this coming, so the shock stings worse. We donât blame Rapunzel, and we do blame Gothel.
Just another example of what #NotMyDisney forgot about themselves.
#Tangled#wish#Gothel#mother Gothel#rapunzel#asha#Magnifico#wish hate#meta#conceit Art#criticism#analysis#character development#writing tips#character analysis#animation#Disney#NotMyDisney
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Locked In (1) | Joe Burrow
Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader
Exboyfriend!joshallen x Exgirlfriend!reader
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Being in the spotlight isnât all itâs cracked up to be. Yeah, thereâs glitz and glamour and getting to live out your dream youâve had since you were a little girl, but deep down youâre still human, with normal human emotions. Emotions that are completely normal, even when people tell you to never show them. You honestly were doing so well considering the circumstances you were left with. A completely shattered heart, an album that had just dropped (full of love songs written about the person that shattered your heart), and a sold out stadium tour that would take place over the entire summer. You were thriving. Slowly but surely, your heart mended itself back together every time you took the stage. Nothing could stand in your way.
Then football season rolled around and people started noticing that you werenât in your normal spot, in a suite at Highmark Stadium. Supporting the man you believed you would spend the rest of your life with. Even had the ring to prove it. But it all came crashing down the night you walked in on him in bed with his ex from college. It absolutely crushed you. Especially because Josh Allen seemed like the perfect guy. He treated you well, showed you off in public, spoke about you in post-game interviews, the whole nine yards. You never would have saw this coming in a million years. But it did, and it felt like the worst day of your life.
Pre season wasnât too bad, people just assumed you were busy. Then week one came and you still werenât there, and people started to question things. Headlines quickly made their way into the world, it was mentioned in sports news all over the country, and you and Josh had started to trend on Twitter. It was all mixed feelings. Mostly just men that were happy to see you go, the women tearing Josh down, and some fans that were devastated about the split. You never commented on the topic. You figured youâd let it die down, and at some point it would be addressed in a normal adult way.
Josh had other plans.
Heâd gone on a podcast for barstool sports, and when asked about the topic he didnât shy away from lying to the entire world. âWe both have pretty busy lives. She was going to be starting her tour and didnât really have a lot of time on her hands. Thereâd be times where sheâd go days without reaching out to me. I just couldnât live that way anymoreâ
You were dumbfounded. Completely and utterly baffled. âBrittany and I reconnected last season when we played the Chiefs. It had been such a long time since Iâd seen her. We kept in touch. But assure you, there was no crossover. Iâd never even think about cheating on a womanâ
Blow number two. The cheating had went on far longer than youâd realized, and right under your nose. You were too busy catching up with Taylor Swift in the suite to notice that your fiancĂŠ met up with his ex. âI think Iâm the happiest Iâve been in a while. I canât speak for Y/N but I can honestly say for myself that I checked out of that relationship a year before it ended. I could not physically live that way anymoreâ
You couldnât watch anymore. You powered your phone off and threw it to the end of your couch. Tears streaming down your face, your heart feeling like it shattered all over again. Heâd just proposed to you in July of last year, the two of you started planning your wedding for the off season. It was all a lie.
You thought about retaliating. Putting him on blast the same way he did you, but that wouldnât make you feel better. At this point, you werenât sure what would make you feel better, but you knew you couldnât be sad over him anymore. You needed to pick yourself back up.
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2 days later
You laughed hysterically as you threw your head back. When you realized your management team wasnât laughing with you, you slowly stopped laughing. âOh you guys are serious?â You question, dumbfounded. âAbsolutely not. Iâm not stepping foot into another football game for the rest of my lifeâ you say firmly. âY/N, itâs just to sing the national anthem, and then you can leave. You donât have to stay for the entire gameâ your manager, Ryan, tells you with hope in his voice.
âAnd what reason am I going to give the media for leaving? That I was a heartbroken little child so I couldnât stay? Thatâll do more harm than good and you know itâ you rant, letting out a sigh. âI donât have a choice, do I?â You question, and put your head down when Ryan makes a face.
âItâs out of my hands. The record label wonât produce your album if you say noâ
âWhen and where?â You say, reluctantly. âSunday, October 6th, and in Cincinnati. This is the first AFC North divisional. There will be a lot of viewers and attendees already but you singing the national anthem would raise those numbers. The NFL is paying you very well to do this, plus you have a private suite with your name on it if you would like to stay,â Ryan explains, not tearing his eyes from you. He knew how hard this would be for you. He hated even having to ask you to do this.
âIâll be there. But only because the future of my album rides on this. The NFL literally makes me sick to my stomach right nowâ you rant, rolling your eyes. âYou canât let one guy deter you from your passion of football. You loved football even before he who shall not be named. Besides, I will be there the entire time, and so will Megan. Megan is kick ass at what she does. All this Voldemort nonsense is gonna be put behind us. Clean slate, Y/N/Nâ Ryan assures you, and you crack a smile. âVoldemort?â You question.
âOh yeah, he sucks. Heâs lucky youâre giving him the grace that you are, and that you held me back from beating his ass that nightâ Ryan rants, and you laugh. Grateful that not only is he your manager, but one of your best friends. âBut seriously, Iâll be there, next to you the entire day. And a little birdie told me you have some fans on the Bengals. Who knows, you may find a hotter guy thatâll be an upgrade from shit-for-brainsâ Ryan teases, and you scoff.
âI doubt it. Iâve sworn off athletes. Especially ones that play professional footballâ
âYou say that now,â Ryan winks as he leaves the room, and you roll your eyes, yet again.
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Sunday October 6th, 2024
You heard the whispers as you walked past people. The judgmental comments about you neglecting your relationship, how you were the reason for its demise. The awful things people were saying about you, and screaming at you, almost made you want to crawl into a hole and never come out. The worst ones, were the looks of sympathy you got from the women in the stadium. You knew you shouldnât have agreed to this.
âRyan, I donât know if I can do this. They all hate meâ you stress, and heâs already shaking his head at you. âThey donât hate you-â
âSlut!â
âSeriously?â You say, with a flat tone. âOkay, so some macho men are just mad that youâre here. Who cares? Y/N, your career is literally riding on thisâ
âI can get a new labelâ you retort and Ryan sighs. âY/N, you got this. Youâve literally dealt with so much worse than this-â
âY/N, youâre on in 10â an NFL official says, walking past the two of you. You feel like your throat is closing up. Thereâs a lump that wouldnât go away. In all the years youâve been performing for big crowds, this one had you nervous. âJosh turned me into a social pariah when it comes to the NFL. He literally blamed me for everything, Ryan. I shouldnât be hereâ you rant, tears brimming your eyes. âYou absolutely deserve to be here. And for what itâs worth, I wouldnât have been upset if you spoke your truth. Damage control is my job, let me worry about that. You just go out there and sing your heart outâ another voice chimes in, and you turn your head to see Megan, your publicist.
âItâs time,â Ryan says. âY/N, keep your head held high. You can do this. Iâll be right over on the Bengals sideline waiting for you to finishâ Ryan assures you, as the three of you walk toward the opening to the field. Here goes nothing.
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After The Game
You shouldâve known that staying at the game would mean Ryan would convince you to go to the after party. Although the game ended in a Ravens win, the team still seemed to be in good spirits. A lot of them were actually a lot of fun to be around. You were originally invited by JaâMarr Chase, who made a point to come up to the suite and invite you personally. Letting you know that he and a few other guys were big fans, though part of you thinks he was just being nice.
You came in and conversed with him and a few other guys before making your way to the bar, then to an empty booth in the corner of the room. Ryan was mingling with some of the coaches and Megan decided not to attend the party, so you were pretty much left to your own devices. You nursed your dirty shirley as you scrolled through twitter. A lump forming in your throat at the harsh things being said about you.
âYou really shouldnât look at that stuff. Iâve learned that the hard wayâ
Your head snapped up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, as the couch dipped next to you. âI hope this seat isnât taken, though youâve been sitting by yourself for the last half hour. Not that I was watching like a creep. I promise. I just got tired of standing at the barâ the deep voice rambled. âYouâre okay. The seats not takenâ you say, a small smile gracing your features.
âIâm just not very popular at the momentâ you admit, taking another sip of your drink. âYou played really well today, by the way. If you ask me, the Bengals had that in the bagâ you say, changing the subject and he scoffs. âAlways room for improvement,â he says, sipping his drink. âIâm Joe, by the wayâ he says, extending his hand to you.
âY/N,â
âAnd since weâre voicing opinions, you didnât deserve to be dragged down in the media. Iâm not sure what actually happened, and by no means am I asking you to tell me, but I think it should have stayed private. Josh seemed like a nice guy, but that was a low blowâ Joe says, not looking at you, as he yet again sips his drink. You frowned at the mention of Josh, and sank back against the couch. âThanks, I guess,â you mutter, bringing your glass up to your lips. Joe looks over at you, and mentally face-palms.
âIâm so sorry. I overstepped. I shouldnât have commented on something I know nothing about,â he says, a sense of urgency in his tone. âI literally came over here with liquid courage, with the intention of getting to know you and I fucked it up by bringing up your ex. Iâm such an idiotâ Joe rants, leaning back against the couch. You look over at him, a strange feeling in your stomach.
âJoe, itâs okay. You were trying to make conversation-â
âBut I couldâve asked like what your favorite color is, not brought up your exâ Joe says, internally beating himself up. âItâs yellowâ you answer, and he looks over at you confused. âMy favorite color is yellowâ you say, and he smiles. âLetâs start over. Iâm Y/N Y/L/N,â you say, extending your hand with a smile.
âIâm Joe Burrow. Itâs nice to meet you, Y/Nâ
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logan x stripper!reader demons are infesting my mind rn⌠maybe he was corralled into the club by Wade and ⌠idek where this was going but i really need to hashtag fuck that old man!
anon i had sm thoughts abt this last night. none of them are organized. this is gonna be a massive brain dump but stick w me here.
logan was in fact corralled into the club by wade under false pretenses. he was told that "the son of a bitch hangs out here" and logan didn't know exactly who they were looking for, but he'll do anything if it means he doesn't have to see blind al going through withdrawals again. so he tags along, only asking need to know questions. but as soon as they're in there and wade describes the guy logan quickly realizes that their perp is the fucking hamburglar.
"my future wife works here, maybe yours does too." wade drops the act, hands on logan's shoulders for all of a second before logan shakes him off.
"c'mon, don't be shy. go sink your metallic claws into some pretty girl âŚâ wade takes a moment before adding, âor guy!â and then wade stuffs logan's hand full of cash and saunters off somewhere else before logan can even say anything else.
logan knows he could just go home, blind al isn't so bad if she can listen to people speeding through answers on jeopardy!, but then he turns around and sees youâstrutting up to the pole on one of the stages, wearing nothing except a skimpy yellow and blue two piece set. he's just drawn to the familiar colors, that's all. that's the reason why he makes his way over and takes a seat, albeit near the back.
this isn't logan's scene at all. he's not the pay-for-company type. he should leave before it's too late, before he's noticed.
he was going to leave, but then logan watches you approach the tip rail, your eyes watching some guy below you. logan stares as you dance for the guy, and just as the guy slips a few bills into the waistband of your tiny shorts, your eyes lift and you see himâlogan, sitting in the back of the section, probably poorly lit, but you must like what you see because you linger.
the patron thinks you're lingering for him. logan can practically smell the excitement leaking out of his pores, but above it all he can smell you. a scent so particular and enticing that he wants to smell it as often as he can. he wants to smell it right on him. and he eventually gets what he wants when your set finishes and logan can smell that same scent, stronger than before, making it's way towards him.
god, he really should leave before he's in too deep, but his morality kicks in. he couldn't just sit here and free load, watching you work your ass off without slipping you at least a little something. so he takes a few of the bills wade gave him, pretty much half, and just places it in your hand when you stop in front of him.
you grin over at him and tilt your head, taking in the way he stuffs the rest of the cash into his pocket as he stands.
"leaving already?"
and maybe you're good at your job, or logan is more of a pushover than he thought he was, because he somehow ends up in a vip room with you, watching you dance for him.
he's not afraid to admit you're pretty. he understands why people would pay for this. but he also understands that this is your job. that he's literally paying for you to ask him to help you take your top off. he's paying for human contact, so he's reluctant to relax.
until you coax him into it, your voice as gentle as your hands cupping his face. everything you say sounds so earnest, like you're speaking from the heart and not a script you pull out depending on the customer.
once logan relaxes, he's fucking gone. yeah, that's the most relaxed he has felt in a while, and yeah he wants to see more of you, but he won't go back. mostly because he's broke and he has absolutely no idea where wade got that money from.
luckily wade loves to play matchmaker, setting up two of his friends (logan should've known that this would all come full circle) on a semi-blind date.
logan would've been more upset about it if he didn't get to fuck you (for free!) over and over again that same night.
#more on them later#.... maybe#but i fw this#/chats#logan howlett x reader#logan x stripper!reader#logansworld!
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More Neuvillette thoughts, as requested by people in my inbox.
He is a traditional man, and he wants to court you in the proper way that someone as lovely as you deserve. The only problem is that he isn't actually sure of the way humans do so. Sure, he's seen other people do so, but sometimes it ends up in failure and rejection. And he sure does not want to ever see a dissatisfied look from you directed towards him. So Monsieur Neuvillette will head to the library to borrow a book regarding the principles of courtship. (Everyone is sworn to secrecy if they happen to see. Though the Melusines already know who the lucky person is.) He will genuinely start to worry if you don't show signs of reciprocation or happiness so please indulge him, he's trying his best.
Taking him diving. This doesn't really seem like a Neuvillette thing to do but when he's in love with you I believe he will actually consider your suggestions just to please you even if they seem a bit ridiculous. Why diving specifically you ask? Because he looks like an otter and you also want to show him those cute otters in the ocean to prove it. Even before the romance stage, you are probably Neuvillette's first real friend. No one else has the courage to speak to him as openly as you do. And he does not find it disrespectful, no, he realizes that he quite enjoys it. He doesn't realize how lonely he is without you until a mere day passes without seeing you.
Being besties with Furina. If you manage to catch the attention of the grand Chief Justice, you are sure to get the same treatment from the great Archon herself. You may be nervous at first but if you can deal with Neuvillette you can probably see her confidence isn't all that real and something she uses to hide her fears. Regardless just be her friend because Neuvillette is tired of dealing with her. She confides in and trusts the two of you very much. Furina will also let you in on some secrets of the Chief Justice, don't tell him though.
Expect to be spoiled with riches. I mean he is probably really wealthy and you are his lover so isn't it natural for him to treat you to expensive things? Though if you feel overwhelmed by the sheer amount of Mora that he's spending on you just tell him and he will dial it back a bit (just reassure him that you really do love his gifts because he'll probably be a bit nervous that they're not good enough.)
Taking the Melusines out on dates with you and Neuvillette. Both of you are like parental figures to them. It goes from a table for two or a table for a few. It's really cute to see how they eat with their tiny hands, and see how Neuvillette listens to their stories with the utmost seriousness. They will also ask you the questions Neuvillette wants to ask you so he doesn't have to. Also, gently biting and nomming on his pointy ears. Just do it. He's really confused at first (is this what humans do?) but he won't stop you. Moving onto his horns. They are very smooth but I don't think they're hard. You could move and bend them pretty easily which makes it super hard for the judge to keep a straight face. Give them a little kiss too.
Everyone knows this by now but he is an emotional man who keeps his sadness and solitude to himself. Neuvillette doesn't rely on anyone to cheer him up but as time goes on he realizes even the smallest things you do makes him feel better so nowadays you'll have a visitor outside your house in the pouring rain.
#neuvillette x reader#neuvillette#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#this is completely self indulgent
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They have a crush~ Momo Yaoyorozu Headcanon
â MHA/BNHA, Momo x genderless reader
â Headcanon, possible series part 1, fluff, romance
â No trigger warnings today!
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Momo is such a doting partner lets begin with that however, she is also a romantic who has seen most romance through her rich and eccentric parents, or through cheesy romance movies and fanfiction
She would totally have a little tumblr anonymous blog all about her crush on you long before she felt confident it was more than just a fleeting sensation.
Would totally have little lyric snippets about her feelings for you as posts to go as her status for that morning or lunch or tea time or dinner etc âWhen I see your face there's not a thing that I would change~â âOh I canât believe its happening to me! Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this!âÂ
Several friends have caught on and know about it, some even send her little memes or romantic posts they think sheâd like or relate to!
Or some memes to tease her for her crush as friends do
Expect her to blush and stammer and stutter around you, eyes lighting up if you ask to do something together
It can be work, fun, or just food she is as happy as the first time the others went to her house
This tall beautiful girl is so in love with you, she is total puppy eyes for anything you do
If you hug her she may short circuit for a moment out of complete joy and panic before hugging you back gently
She is not super strong like some other heroes but she does work out and she never wants to press even slightly too hard when she reaches for you
Queen of respecting your space, she strictly adheres to your boundaries and wonât even ask if theyâve changed when you both get closer. So if you start out not wanting skinship as that is something you reserve for people youâre really close with you will need to be the one to bring it up if you change your mind.
Seriously out of respect, she may not realize if you just try to hold her hand or hug her after youâve gotten closer, she is daintily stepping out of reach thinking you had moved closer unintentionally and she doesnât want to erode your trust in her even by accidentally breaking your space bubble
A Momo with a crush will slowly gain more confidence as she gets positive feedback from you. Of course, all of it anonymously goes on her blog, and she talks it out with her friends to make sure she isnât missing anything and to plan her next steps
Bless their hearts, they help ground this romantic in reality a bit so she doesnât end up confessing way too soon and way too publicly or dramatically to the point it might feel like a staged prank
Todoroki is sitting on her bed absolutely clueless as he listens to her babble excitedly to Tsu, Ochako, Jiro, and Hitoshi. Surprisingly other than his small mumbled words of surprise at relationship things in general makes good points for her and the others by just using logic and his level-headed reasoning.Â
He is also your biggest supporter of you two getting together because he sees how happy you make her and that alone makes him smile and tell you you have his full supportâŚto what you didnât know and Momo was too embarrassed and stunned to explain when he just walked off afterward
She can make anything with her body so long as she knows the molecular compound, or buy anything for you with her money. But she is too romantic for that, she insists on learning how to handcraft something for you
Lots of little love notes end up in your mailbox, hand scrapbooked edges and lace envelopes without a name
She moves slowly and lets you realize on your own through the small touches here, words of affirmation, handwritten letters, and small handcrafted gifts (even with bandaged fingers from failing at first to craft them properly) that she likes you
If you ask she will blush and stammer but tell you if you want to know then why donât you go to the park with her that weekend and sheâd answer you then
Like I said she is a romantic, It is clearly a date and she dresses up so beautifully and sets up a wonderful picnic on the grass by the stream
When you get there sheâd finally confess unable to look you in the eyes as she plays with her fingers but admits she has liked you for a long time and asks if itâd be okay for her to act on those feelings today
Your hands being held together not only gets sent to the group chat while you two sit together and talk but posted to her blog as she adds a little dreams come true quote to it
Congratulations you have just gotten the sweetest woman as a girlfriend, she is going to dote and spoil you rotten. Please take gentle care of her heart, it's so fragile hold it carefully in your trusted hands
#boku no hero academia masterlist#boku no hero academia x reader#boku no hero academia headcanon#boku no hero academia headcanons#boku no hero academia#boku no hero academia x gender neutral reader#my hero academia#my hero academia x reader#my hero academia x you#my hero academia x gender neutral reader#my hero academia headcanon#yaoyorozu#yaoyorozu x reader#yaoyorozu x gender neutral reader#yaoyorozu x you#yaoyorozu headcanon#yaoyorozu x reader headcanon#momo yaoyorozu#momo yaoyorozu x reader#momo yaoyorozu x gender neutral reader#momo yaoyorozu x you#momo yaoyorozu x reader headcanon#momo yaoyorozu x gender neutral reader headcanon#momo x reader#momo x gender neutral reader#momo x you#mha x reader#mha headcanons#bnha headcanon#bnha x reader
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pairing: theo nott x fem!reader
summary: theo and you get your happy ever after
warnings: i donât think there are any! let me know if thatâs not true :)
note: here it is!! finally the epilogue is here! i loved writing this series so much!! please let me know what you thought of this chapter and/or the story in general!
!!!make sure to keep your eyes on the extras that are coming tomorrow (and feel free to request drabbles/ fics on future or past situtations in the donât blame me universe, or questions you still have!! i will be thrilled to answer them!!)!!!
word count: 3.9k
note: not really happy with the outcome of this chapter, but whatever..
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"mommy?â a voice called and your head snapped to the side. "can you give me one of those paper towels?â
you rolled your eyes smiling at his antics and nodded, before you threw one in his direction.
"mate, you know i love you, but please stop acting out your mommy kink on my girlfriendâ theo hit mattheo's shoulder.
"well, y/n is the closest thing i have to a mother right now" mattheo argued dramatically "she takes care of me when i'm sick, she cuts apple slices for meâ"
"âwe've been on tour for two months" theo shook his head "it's not like you're never gonna see your mum again, get a grip"
"it's alright" you smiled. "i don't mind"
mattheo nodded "see?"
âyeah, whateverâ theo shook his head âjust get ready, please? we start in tenâ
after the concert a few months ago, cursed legacy had gotten their record deal. dave had been impressed by their show, he wanted them to play opener for the rest of the following tour leg.
as soon as the school holidays began you joined them, traveling around the country.
theo and you couldnât be happier. everything was going great and you were ready to tackle life together.
since the concert, theo had not stopped writing songs and they were only a month away from releasing their second album, soft death.
he was always talking about how you were the muse behind most of the songs. and you had to admit that they had never had so many love songs played (or written) before.
during the tour they had made many new fans, their followers growing while were getting more and more attention. they were already playing a few songs from the new album constantly and about you was a fan favorite. your favorite was echoes of devotion, which theo had written for you. it was the second song they played every night.
âsee you laterâ mattheo took a look to his phone, checking the time, before he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek and quickly walked away.
theo rolled his eyes before he turned to you and gave you a long and passionate kiss, before he too took off after mattheo to get on stage.
you collected your things, before you started walking. you already knew that it would be hard to feel normal again once you were home in a month and college would start. how could you ever live a normal life after being treated like royalty?
you took your stage pass and walked in the direction of the tents. you hadnât seen the rest of the band in hours. the reasons were simple enough. draco and blaise had made it their personal chore to walk around the venues before every show, claiming something about a good luck charm they absolutely needed. they had asked you to accompany them on a few occasions, which you did but quickly regretted after they spent the entire time talking about their hook ups from the night before.
they had already adopted the rockstar life style.
quite the opposite of that was enzo. he spent hours in the back of the bus, or in his hotel room, talking to april on his phone. she had come to a few shows, but she couldnât be there constantly because of work and so they had decided to face time or text in any given moment. you rarely saw the boy without his phone.
april had been scared that their relationship would not last. she had feared that enzo would quickly realize how limiting a relationship was when there were a few hundred girls basically licking the ground on which he walked.
you had told her that enzo wasnât like that, but you could still understand why she was feeling that way and promised to keep your eye on him.
enzo had done nothing more than proof the both of you terribly wrong. most of the time he did not even look into the direction of other girls, let alone talk to them.
that the rest of the band was busy couldâve been to your and theoâs advantage, making it possible to enjoy time for only the two of you, if there hadnât been matt, who made it his personal task to follow you around like a lost puppy.
you loved him, you really did. during the time the both of you had only grown closer, going back to the sibling like relationship you had once had, but at times you wished he was anywhere else.
especially that one time when theo and you were making out on the couch of the tour bus and mattheo came barging in and acted like he didnât know that he had just interrupted something, before he planted himself in the middle of theo and you and started playing star wars on the tv.
"good evening!" enzo's voice roared through the microphone, after they had come out and played only angel. the crowd cheered. "the next song we're gonna play is about a very special someone. our front man's girl to be exact. he's a very smitten man, so naturally, this is a very emotional love song, feel free to hold up your flashlights.. here is echoes of devotion!"
the crowd cheered once again, while you clapped your hands, your cheeks as red as the curtain next to the stage. theo's voice was always what started the song, he looked just as cheesy as you did, even if enzo had made it a habit to say the same lines every night, you and theo were still flustered about his words.
my love, like orpheus, i'd come,
to tread through shadows, my body numb,
but truth be told, in my hearts embrace,
i fear i'd falter, lose the race.
the music only set in after that. a steady and slow beat that was always responsible for your shiver as it guarded his voice through the chorus.
for i'd turn back, just like him,
my gaze would brake, our future grim,
your fading form, in shadows deep,
my love, too strong, my soul to keep.
the song was balancing right between breaking the crowds heart and animating them to sing along. it was the perfect mix of love and heartache, often making your eyes swell with tears, when you saw theo react the same way.
the song had a special place in both of your hearts. for one part, it was comparing you and theo to your favorite myth, which theo had done knowingly. and second, it reminded you both of how hard love could be, how even loving people deeply could led to hurting them.
it was one of the first songs theo did not sing entirely on his own. the second verse was accompanied by background vocals of the rest of the boys, making it sound almost dreamy and ethereal.
like orpheus, with his lyre's song,
i'd sing to you, all night long,
but in that moment, with fate's cruel twist,
i'd choose your eyes, and lose what's missed.
the second chorus was a little different to the first one, deeper, as theo had said.
for i'd turn back just like him,
the current stronger than we swim,
i'd face the darkness, lose my way,
for one more look, i'd gladly pay
"i don't understand" theo's voice was only above a whisper, making sure no one could hear you both in the treehouse. it was far too late for both of you anyway.
"what?" you had asked, looking up from the ipod in your hand.
"orpheus, that's his name, right?" the boy brushed his hair back, revealing his forehead. he hadn't gotten a haircut in ages, exclaiming something about girls finding him more attractive that way. you had spontaneously laughed at that prediction, considering you were the only girl he talked to. but the boy was fourteen and suddenly very interested in appealing to the opposite gender.
"what about him don't you understand?" you had the same tone in your voice your mother did when she would explain something to you and your brother.
"well, why does he turn around?" theo shrugged his shoulders, as he turned, facing away from you, to continue to paint doodles on the wall of the tree house. "he could've saved her if he had been stronger, if he had loved her enough he could've made it"
"it's not about that, theo" you had mused "orpheus looked back because he loved her so much, because the only way he could've saved her was if he had loved her less. but he didn't"
"i don't know, pixie" you send him a look upon the name, which he obviously couldn't see, your annoyance bouncing off of the back of his head. "i would be able to save you" his simple statement made the air freeze between the two of you, hitting deeper than it had been meant.
"then you don't love me enough" your voice was only a faint sound, but loud enough to make theo stop in his tracks.
without him noticing the irony of the situation, he turned around to look at you, his blue eyes crashing into yours. the softness in them almost made you shudder, asking yourself if the way you were feeling about him was totally normal. you did not have much experience with boys, but theo was different anyway, he was not like them, he was yours, without any requirements.
"no, i think i do" he whispered back, realizing that the quick act of him turning around had come right after you had simply doubted his love. he knew in that moment that it would never take much for him to turn around for you.
maybe it was the quiet of the night, or teenage hormones mixing up in the air, you weren't really sure later, but theo leaned across the space between you, gently grasping your lips with his, connecting them in a featherlight kiss.
there was no sound in the little room. there were only theo and you. and only your lips were touching.
for you're the melody that guides my soul,
through tempests wild and rivers cold,
i'll brave the depths, defy the night,
to hold your hand in morning light.
so here i stand, before your eyes,
with trembling heart, and no disguise,
to say, my love, in honesty,
i'd turn for your like orpheus for eurydice.
later that night, after the concert was finished and the band was saying their goodbyes, ready to leave the stage, you were waiting for theo behind the stage.
blaise and draco came down first, each of them ruffled your hair, before they walked away to find snacks.
enzo winked at you, holding his hand up for a high-five, which you gladly accepted.
matt plastered both of your cheeks with kisses, laughing deeply as you tried to slap him away.
all of the boys (except for theo of course) had grown to be like your brothers, but enzo and matt stood out the most. enzo was like the little brother you never had, especially because of his relationship with april.
mattheo had been protective of you ever since leo had brought you with him the first time at the age of five. he had looked out for you ever since, often joining forces with leo, when he forbid you from doing something.
even if you sometimes acted annoyed at him, you knew deep down that you needed matt, just as much as you needed your organs to survive. he had been (unlike theo at certain times) a constant in your life, you had never quite managed to get rid of. matt had made it clear to you that he wouldn't leave you alone. both of you were everything that was left of leo for the other.
you could see it in the way matt acted, when he would text you the most random things or when he was lifting you off the ground after he had predicted you would miss the single stair in front of your feet.
and he could see it in your face, as you scrunched your nose when you found something disgusting or when your eyes lit up at the mention of ice cream. or sometimes, in the rare moments when his heart ached the most, when you would laugh, and immediately stop, as you both realized how much it sounded like your brother.
it was impossible for either of you to forget leo, if you had still so much left of him.
the cologne was the first thing that entered your nose and just a second after, theo rumbled down the stairs, heavy footsteps echoing over the instruments that were already being played on stage.
he was wearing a white shirt, he had gotten it himself, your name written over his heart with a cursive lilac thread. his hair was messy and a little bit sweaty. you remembered the heat of the stage lights from the night of the concert months ago and your skin burned.
his jeans were dark and loose, you had joked that he needed to wear skinny jeans, because he was in a boyband. you had to search for a picture of harry styles, for him to believe that that used to be a thing.
his face lit up when his eyes fell on you. he pecked your lips, as he threw an arm across your shoulder. another kiss to your hair following.
"my dad messaged me" you said as you walked further behind the stage.
theo perked up at that "will he meet us for dinner?"
"yeah, yeah" you rolled your eyes, uninterested in talking about the boring information. you grinned, as you halted in your step, taking his hand in yours, as you almost jumped up and down from excitement. "we will probaly see a whole lot of him in the future"
theo raised his brows, confused what you were hinting at. your smile grew bigger as you could see the realization set in on his face.
"cadence?" he asked, not quite believing it.
you quickly nodded your head, your excitement resulting in a giggle, as he threw his arms around your body, pulling you close to his chest.
theo had applied to the college months ago. your father had just texted you to tell you that he was in. the mail was only being sent out the coming week and he wanted theo to know. that's also why your father had a lot of connections in the music world and was friends with dave fraser, the guy that had given the guys the record deal. he had worked at the college for the past twenty years, it was a big one, similiar to juilliard, but stationed in england.
while theo would go there, you had applied to many schools close to his (which included, but was not limited to oxford and camebridge). the acceptance letter for camebridge had come last week and the joy on theo's face had been incomparable.
"so it's happening" theo muttered in your ear "we'll both stay"
"i'm going nowhere" you assured, as you intertwined your hands, leading theo back to the tour bus, that would start driving to it's next destination in only a few hours.
"me neither, for now we have seen enough of the world to last us for a few years to come"
"are you joining in?" matt asked when the two of you entered the bus. the rest of the boys were sitting around the table, matt sorting poker chips and enzo's phone was propped up in the middle of the table, april's laughing face on it's screen.
"hey guys!" april smiled.
"hey stranger" you giggled.
"mate, could you please grab the cookies y/n's mum send her?"
"hey, those are for me" you protested.
matt shrugged "well the bus was only for us and i'm still sharing it with you"
you sighed, before you gave theo the okay to get them.
"only two more weeks and you're coming home" april was close to screaming of excitement "it's so boring without you guys. i even began missing blaise"
"hey!" blaise protested, as he grabbed the phone and turned it in his direction, so april was able to see the offended expression on his face.
"yeah, sorry" april muttered "now turn me back"
actually, even if you enjoyed all the special treatment you were receiving on this tour, you couldn't wait to go back home. you couldn't wait for life to be a bit more normal again, even though you were sure that it wouldn't take long before the boys would have their own concerts.
you couldn't wait to watch them grow, but for now, you savored every moment, as long as they still belonged solemnly to you.
"who's gonna start?" mattheo threw the last of the chips down, looking between the rest of you for help.
"i thought you read the rules" draco exclaimed confused.
"well, no" mattheo shook his head "blaise was supposed to"
blaise shook his head repeatedly, claiming to not have been part of mattheo's scheme. the boys began fighting, pointing at each other accusingly.
theo and you exchanged a glance, before you suggested to play a few simple rounds of uno, which everyone agreed on and quickly quieted down.
now everything was finally right and if you could talk to her, you would like to tell your younger self that everything would be alright one day and that she didn't have to be as scared of the future.
a few weeks later, when you were back home, theo helped you pack your things up in your room.
the rest of the tour had gone by in a breeze, and even if all of them decided to concentrate on studying at their respective schools, the band still existed and even dave fraser promised that the career of cursed legacy was far from over. soft death had already been recorded and was coming out in two weeks.
"what's that?" theo asked as he fished a folded piece of paper out of your backpack.
"oh" you furrowed you brows. "i thought i had thrown that away" you shrugged.
"well, what's on it?"
"after i first listened to pixie dream girl, april made me write down my feelings and burn the papers. she was scared that i would do something i would regret" you send him a look.
"okay..but why do you have it if it got burned?" he pressed.
"because i wanted something to remind myself how i felt about all of this"
"am i allowed to read it?" theo asked expectingly "it probably won't be nice"
"i don't care" you shrugged "go on"
theo unfolded the paper, his breath hitching as he read the words you had written. he looked up in surprise and you smiled. "that'sâ" he mumbled, but couldn't find the right words, surprise and love making it hard to concentrate.
"not mean?" you helped.
theo grinned, before he folded the paper up again and put it in his pocket "i want to keep it"
you smiled and nodded.
and after all this, you stupid stupid boy, you had written that day, you are still the only one my heart wants to know.
you and theo kept your eyes on each other, not one of you daring to look away. you could see every version in him, every stage of his life was readable from his eyes. even that night was readable and you wondered if the was thinking about the same thing you were.
"what was that?" you had asked, your voice raised above the normal whisper.
"what?" theo muttered, feigning innocence. you would've almost believed you had imagined the kiss, but the lipgloss on theo's mouth was telling a different story.
"you kissed me"
"ugh, no?" theo shook his head, crossing his arms defensively.
"ugh, yes?" you outstretched your hand, pointing to his lips. "there, cherry lipgloss"
theo rubbed his mouth in a quick gesture, getting rid of the evidence "where?" he asked, fluttering his eyes.
"right there!" you insisted, fighting back a laugh at his attempt to play it cool.
theo smiled softly, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of fondness and mischief. "okay, fine. maybe i did."
your heart raced as you struggled to find the right words. "why?"
his expression softened, and he reached out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "because... i wanted to."
"okay" you nodded, your voice only above a whisper. "but friends don'tââ
"i know" theo had interrupted you. "i'm sorry"
something had shifted between you that night in the tree house, or at least for theo it had. it was like you were the only girl that mattered, like you were the only one that mattered. something about that scared him immensely.
you waited for him to say something. to explain to you what it meant for you, for your friendship. but his eyes were as big as yours and his mind wandered twice as fast. "we are friends" he muttered finally, as if to remind himself.
you nodded, taking it as answer enough.
the years turned faster than the pages of a book, you grew older, stayed inside your rooms when it got dark outside and you and theo never spoke of the night in the treehouse again.
neither of you had known what to say so you rather said nothing.
theo's last words to you that night, replayed themselves over and over again in your mind for the years to follow, even if both of you continued being friends normally.
"i couldn't help it" he had muttered, right after both of you had climbed down the ladder and were ready to go your separate ways.
you smiled at his honesty, as you held back a giggle. you couldn't see his face in the dark, the candle in the lantern you had brought with you had burned down completely, but you had a feeling that he felt the same mix of awkwardness and simple happiness you did.
"will you do that again?" you asked, feeling brave now that he was unable to see your face in the darkness.
air escaped from his nostrils, as he stifled a laugh at your question. "i'm not sure" he said.
"okay"
the air between you was quiet and still and you turned around before you softly walked the path between both of your houses in the direction of the balcony you had climbed down a few hours ago.
the sound of his voice had you stop in your tracks.
"but if it some day comes over me, and maybe it will.." he paused, seemingly searching for the right words.
you listened to him attentively, as your heart fluttered at his implication. it was like you could almost see the colour of his eyes, even if he was standing a few meters across from you, his body standing out against the light of the lantern down the street.
he was standing, his body facing in your direction and simply knowing that he was looking at you made your tummy churn. was this what friendship was supposed to be? or was it something different? was this love? did love really feel like that or where you going crazy?
theo cleared his throat, as he raised his voice so you could hear him clearly over the distance between you "just... don't blame me"
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Hii!!
Can I request a one-shot with veneer and velvet from trolls 3 x fem reader, Where the reader is their childhood bestie and she bails both of them from jail and theyâre both like hella whiny and complaining to the reader how bad jail was and the reader just teases them about it!
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Hi!! Thank you for your request! I enjoyed writing this, I hope it satisfies your request!đŠˇ
Velvet & Veneer x fem!reader release from prison
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You are a childhood friend of the star twins. You grew up in the same suburb as them. In the next house, so you were neighbors. Going to the same school, and how to say, making up a small company of the 3 of you, you became very attached to these two blockheads. After Velvet expressed the idea that she wanted to become famous, you supported her, everything was going well, until the moment you found out that they want to build a career as singers! You, like no one else, knew very well that they sang disgustingly. But, Veneer convinced you that they will practice, and everything will work out. Seeing their breathtaking performances on stage and their performance, you did not believe them, and decided to break off your friendship with them, although it hurt you. You heard their songs from literally every teapot, you were pretty tired of it. And so, after a disastrous performance, after the terrible secret of their popularity became known to all Mount Rageons, the twins were taken into custody. Of course, the first couple of days in prison werenât so bad, at least for Veneer... as a result, you received a call on your phone, itâs surprising that Velvet called you and not her parents. Damn it, it was you who paid the deposit for them too. âUgh! prison is just disgusting! They literally fed us slop and gave us some rags, calling them clothes! They treated me like I was some kind of animal in a cage without freedom!â Velvet's screams rang loudly as the girl actively gesticulated and recounted all the details of her imprisonment with disgust. Veneer, in turn, walked quietly, saying nothing, only sighing occasionally. âItâs all your fault!â - After these words, Velvet slapped Veneer in the face and continued âWho asked you to say anything at all?! I don't think I asked! Because of you, we lost everything! Fame, money, fans, our influence! Are you satisfied now? Mister Justice!?â Her screams turn almost into hysterical screams, Veneer accepts the slap in the face, but then slowly frowns the more she thinks. "so what? all this was not ours, it was not our merits and we got what we deserved. everything was your plan from the beginning, I initially thought it was terrible." After these words, one would think that Velvet would attack and strangle her brother, but then you intervened in the conversation. âWell Vel, but now you know what it was like for Floyd when you kept him in the bank, absolutely the same as you in prison, maybe even worse... you didnât have to constantly listen to two huge idiots)â You nodded approvingly to Veneer, trying to hide your little giggles, seeing how Veneer looks away in shame and Velvet blushes with anger, you realize that you really missed these two upstarts.
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I'm ashamed that it didn't wrote out as much as I wantedđ˘
#velvet trolls#trolls 3#velvet and veneer#trolls veneer#trolls 1#trolls band together#headcanon#trolls 2#veneer x reader#velvet x reader
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ASK COMPILATION: LORE, CHARACTERIZATION, AND THE ONE IN WHICH I RUIN A BUNCH OF PEOPLE'S FUN
As usual, this is far from all of the asks in my inbox but I'm trying to catch up đŠthank you everyone for your patience!
For the record, if your ask isn't being answered, that most likely means one of three things:
I am saving it as a possible art prompt.
I sincerely don't have a very interesting or good reply for it yet!
It's a question I have been asked multiple times/the answer is in my pinned post.
Glad you like them!!
As much as I don't limit what I draw to canonical events, vampirism is so antithetical to DU drow's character journey that I couldn't really envision it, to be honest, but who knows! Maybe I'll cook up some Ascended Astarion scenario someday that is kind of a role-reversal of the Bhaalist DU Drow AU I have going on in tandem to the story.
I'll be honest, this is one of the rare times where I'm really not sure which aspect of DU drow's weirdness this is in reference to. Do you know something I don't? đ
His masochism is very... Classic, I guess? He's in it for the pain and for the emotional connection, and the process of being pierced wouldn't cut it whatsoever, it's too subtle. The body modifications he has are an incidental result of it, but they were never really the goal.
Also having stuff dangling off his face or body would just irritate him, he specifically only does rings because all other types of jewellery get in the way too much. Pre-tadpole Bhaalist drow obviously wore them by the ton, but only as a symbol of status and because he had a permanent new-money complex𤡠so yeah not a piercing-type of character at all, sorry!
He's smooth from the eyelashes-down and profoundly weirded out by body hair LOL
I don't personally think that whatever Astarion had for a home before would bear my resemblance to it after 200 years - having probably gone through several owners, remodeled, if not completely lost to the destruction of the end-game. I do HC that he used to visit it whenever he could as an enthralled spawn to read his mail, but he stopped after his father passed.
THANK YOU, I THINK? I can't say that isn't a passionate description at least!
I'm honestly surprised that this comes up as often as it does LOL but it's just an stylistic choice on my end!
The latter - for sure. He figured that them dying at each other's hands at the end was a given and took that assumption entirely for granted (and I'm sure daydreamed about it often while Gortash went on and on about political strategy during their dinner meetings.)
;))) way ahead of you and by "way ahead" I mean "eventually and whenever I can figure out when to do it alongside the other 30 ideas I am currently juggling" (but I really do want to make a little comic out of it!)
He used them! Not immediately, but he grew to trust the guardian after some initial suspicion and happily gobbled up those squirmy little things alongside Astarion. Because I made his character on a whim and without any planned backstory, I didn't really put any thought into his Guardian's appearance either, so she's just a human woman with a Joan of Arc look going on who's of no significance to him or his past.
But DU drow did trust her, again not immediately but eventually. It was honestly a big kick in the gut to him when the Emperor revealed himself and it definitely set their relationship up to fail from the get-go.
This is also why he didn't ascend to the next stage of Ilithid power, he just stomped the thing dead right on the spot LOL
LMAO I think Gortash is too proud to chase a tail he can't catch like that
He was probably very overwhelmed by the sudden realization that OH, THIS IS ALL HAPPENING BECAUSE OF ME which naturally didn't come across whatsoever to anyone present since he immediately bottled it up and tucked it away out of sight. However, as the story progressed and DU drow helped his friends get out of their respective pickles he was probably able to justify it to himself as it having been for the greater good - since it led to Astarion being freed from his master and Shadowheart to defying the Sharrans.
As for all of the rest of the ensued destruction and death that resulted from it? Well you can't make an omelette without cracking some eggs, or whatever is the wizard version of that saying. He has essentially turned the entire situation into a net-positive in his mind and sleeps great at night because of it.
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