#i'm not sure i'll watch season 2 if they make it

[kp-alice]

Red Light, No Entry | Maknae line

Summary: sub!Ateez scenarios about you/them stopping a scene

Word count: 7 838

Warnings: written at the beginning of each member's scenario, other than that just general awkwardness and misunderstandings

A/N: This post is the sixth and last part of my Kinktober 2024 series! You can find the masterlist for it here.

A/N 2: Since the fic got quite long, I split it into two parts - you can find the hyung line here!

San (choking, very mild fighting and manhandling at the beginning)

It all began with a small, harmless fight. You and San were making dinner, and your boyfriend apparently decided that was a good time to tease you for entertainment. First, it began with small pokes and prods to your sides as you worked, distracting you from the vegetables you were chopping. You were quick to reprimand him, and with the knife you were currently wielding in your hand, San was easily convinced to calm back down.

...For like two minutes.

Since he was now banned from touching you, San resorted to playfully holding things out of reach, going as far as to hold them up above your head, giggling when you struggled to grab them.

At first, you just huffed in annoyance, resorting to a small jump to quickly snatch the seasoning packet from him before he could try anything else. The second time, he got a stern, low warning as you stirred the pot in front of you, side-eyeing him until he put the salt back down.

The third time, though, you were fed up.

"San, I told you not to-" you growled frustratedly, pulling him to you by whatever you could latch onto first. And, well, since you were already about to reach up to grab the item he was holding, your hand naturally landed on his neck.

You were about to continue your scolding, but the sudden lowering of his arm made you pause. Your eyes fell down to his, seeing them widen and gloss over.

"He-" San began, only to gulp dryly, forcing him to quietly clear his throat, "here."

To your utter shock, he handed you the soy sauce himself, the faintest of tremors running through his wrist.

"Oh, um- thank you?" You said, confused, putting the soy sauce down on the counter. You were worried at first, thinking you'd hurt or scared him somehow and he wanted to escape the situation, but something about his demeanor told you this was different. Your hand was still wrapped around his neck, though now considerably looser, wrist resting on his collarbones. "That was easier than I thought. What made you change your mind so quick, hm?"

You watched in real time as San's face turned red, unprepared for your sudden curiosity. "No-nothing! Really, it's fine!"

Silence stretched on between the two of you as you assessed him, looking deep into his eyes to find the truth.

"Is that so?" You finally asked, a small smile on your lips. You weren't totally sure about your read of the situation, but considering San's pliant state, you decided to try and guess anyway.

Before he knew it, the relaxed fingers grazing his neck sprang to life, re-wrapping around him with gentle pressure. It was more symbolic than anything, and yet the gesture made him gasp out loud, eyes widening.

"So it definitely wasn't because of this, right?" You sarcastically pressed on, chuckling as he struggled to compose himself. "Nothing about me holding you like this is bothering you at all, I'm sure."

"Don't," San muttered shyly, turning meek at your sudden interest.

He was both relieved and disappointed when you actually did let up, releasing your hold on him. Your hand slid down his chest before lifting off completely as you turned around again, facing the stove.

"Alright, alright, I'll spare you for now," you relented softly, giving him a quick, warm smile before checking how the food was coming along.

Leaving San to stand there, awkwardly shifting in his spot with a very confusing hard-on and lots to ponder on his own later.

Ever since that evening, San's attitude had changed. He grew quieter around you, often lost in his own thoughts while he blankly stared in your direction. Well, in the direction of your hands, more like. You suspected that it was because of what had happened earlier, but decided not to comment on it for now. Whatever it was, San would tell you when he was ready.

Except San didn't tell you. Or, well, he did, just not in the way you were expecting.

It was now the third day since the... incident, and the two of you found yourself in a rather familiar scenario. What was supposed to be a nice movie night turned into something else entirely not even halfway through, leaving you naked on the couch, riding your equally as naked boyfriend.

"Fuck, don't stop, please don't stop," San whined, gripping your hips as you ground down in his lap. Despite his hold on you, he made no effort to move you himself, letting you set the pace instead. Not that you needed any help anyway, doing just fine with your hands planted on his shoulders and thigh muscles working overtime.

"Oh don't worry, baby," you panted, slowing down to a more stable but purposeful tempo, "we're just getting started."

San groaned at your words, squeezing your flesh in his hands as his head rolled back.

You didn't even think about your next action, doing it out of pure instinct at this point in your relationship. With the slower pace, you could afford to let go of one of his shoulders, slithering up to cup his nape instead. You'd done this countless times before, loving the comfort your caress could bring to the man under you.

This time, however, a new spark ignited in San's eyes.

Just as you had automatically reached up to hold him, San didn't think twice about grabbing your wrist and moving it to the front. He hadn't planned it in advance, but now that he saw the opportunity, he craved the same rush he'd gotten those few days ago.

The effect was immediate. You watched as San's hooded eyes closed momentarily, trying not to roll back from the thrill of your possessive grasp on him.

Feeling a bit daring yourself, you secured your grip even further and gave him a quick, gentle squeeze.

San's eyes blew open at the action, looking at you in shock. A loud groan left him right after, squeezing you closer to his chest as his hips rolled up into yours.

"A-again," he begged, a hint of urgency to his voice.

You excitedly obliged, giving his throat another quick, soft squeeze. The clear arousal in your lover's eyes made your thighs clench together, loving to watch him lose himself to you.

"Fuck, please!" San whined, trying his best not to hold you too tight or dig his nails too harshly into your skin out of pure adrenaline. "Harder, do it harder!"

That, however, made you pause.

Unsure of how much he meant exactly, you willed yourself to squeeze his neck with just a tiny bit more force, carefully watching for any signs of discomfort.

But San just shook his head, panting as he looked deep into your eyes.

"I said harder," he repeated, though it sounded more desperate than commanding.

"How hard, San?" You asked, beginning to feel a bit skeptical. Your movements had almost halted by now, resorting to slow grinds until you figured everything out.

But that just seemed to frustrate San even further, feeling the high he was nearing begin slipping away.

"As much as you want, please. And longer, squeeze longer," San explained in a rush, pressing his neck harder into your hand since your grip was starting to falter. "I want you to choke me, Y/N, please."

"San..." You trailed off, unsure. Even if you hadn't been thrust into this conversation in the middle of sex, you would have been pretty hesitant. Sure, the possessiveness of holding San by the neck felt nice, powerful even, but you didn't want to actually harm him in any way. And despite the different guides on how to "safely" choke someone, you knew there really was no actual safe way to do it.

"It's okay, I'm fine, just-"

"But I'm not fine with it, babe," you said as gently as you could, slipping your hand away from his throat.

San blinked at you in confusion, unsure of what to say. "What- what do you mean?"

You chuckled at his puzzled expression, running a hand through his hair to help him settle down. "I'm saying that I'm not going to choke you, love. I'm sorry if that's something you really wanted, but I don't want to accidentally hurt your throat by grabbing you wrong. Not to mention that even if I do it right, I'd still be cutting off your oxygen and that's just all around not good."

"But," San muttered, a small pout forming on his lips, "if it's just for a few seconds, then it's the same as holding your breath, no?"

"Sure," you conceded, "and you can hold your breath as much as you want, but not during sex and not by my hand. I'm not risking your health or safety."

Looking down, San mulled over your words. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. "No, you're right. I shouldn't have put that pressure on you, sorry."

Smiling, you leaned down to give your pouty boyfriend a quick peck. "It's okay hun, don't worry. And thank you for respecting my boundaries."

"Of course!" San retorted much more energetically, brows furrowed indignantly at you even thinking he wouldn't. But then, his face morphed into something much more soft and nervous. Shy.

"...Would you still be okay with just holding my neck, though?" He asked in almost a whisper, blood rushing to his cheeks. "Not hard or anything, obviously! Whatever you feel comfortable with is fine, you don't even have to do it at all if-"

"I'd be happy to, babe," you grinned, eliciting a small, surprised "Oh?" in return. The pout on San's face quickly spread into a coy smile as your hand returned to his chest, trailing alongside his collarbones before snaking around his throat again. Your touch was light, but it was there nevertheless. Immediately, you could hear his breath hitch at the feeling, making your own core react to the sound.

"...Is this really okay?" He tentatively asked, just to be sure.

Wanting to lighten the mood again, you gave your boyfriend a quick, tiny squeeze, watching him go boneless under you. "It's more than okay, don't worry. Just lay back and let me take care of my baby, alright?"

San hummed at your words, smiling contently as his hands rubbed your sides in anticipation.

"Of course. Anything for you."

Mingi (fingering, indirect peer pressure, allusion to pegging at the end)

It's no secret that Mingi likes to be seen. He loves your attention and praise, loves when you cherish him with all you have. And he tries to give as much of that energy back, showing you how good you're making him feel, begging for more, doing whatever you want him to do just to please you.

But Mingi is also one to sway under pressure, even if not necessarily directed at him, which is why the sudden topic change at the bar the other night got under his skin a bit more than he'd like to admit.

For the first time in a long while, all of his hometown friends had free time to hang out. Naturally, they went to a nearby bar for a small reunion. Before he knew it, they were all four shots deep into an unofficial drinking contest, trying to see who could last the longest. But with the shared drunkenness came some unexpected, otherwise undiscussed topics.

"I'm telling you, until you try fucking standing up, you can't say anything bad about it!"

"They say the same shit about fucking in the shower, and in the end it's even worse than missionary!"

"Fuck off, nothing's worse than missionary! That's like the most basic shit you can do!"

Already, Mingi wasn't planning on adding much to the discussion since your sex life and dynamic in general weren't exactly something his friends would deem "conventional", but those comments made him shut off even further. What do they mean, "nothing's worse than missionary"? That's literally the go-to position for the two of you, regardless of who's on the top or bottom. Well, Mingi certainly likes it a lot. But, you do too, right? Or were you possibly bored of it as well, just like his friends seemed to be?

Trying to push those thoughts aside for now, Mingi did his best to enjoy the rest of his evening unbothered. It didn't really work, but that's only for him to know and mope about afterward.

When Mingi had returned from the bar, he was considerably more sober, save for the slight tint clinging to his neck and ears.

The whole taxi ride home, he was deep in thought. Trying to come up with the best way to ask you about your preferences, he just barely noticed the taxi driver pulling up in front of your apartment complex. He pulled himself out of his daze for the few seconds it took for him to pay and get out, but then it was right back to thinking.

In the end, he decided to be direct about it, knowing it would probably be more awkward to beat around the bush and make you guess what he was getting at.

Just breathe in and out, in and out. He could do this, there was no reason to be scared of asking you and no need to be shy about it.

...is what he'd thought until the door swung open to reveal you, excited and unassuming as you led him inside with a big smile. Within seconds, all of Mingi's bravery had vanished, leaving him to awkwardly trail after you while he inwardly cursed himself.

Well, fuck. Maybe next time. Surely.

But the opportunities to speak up just kept coming and going, and Mingi still hadn't mustered up the courage to voice his insecurities. No matter how much he screamed at himself to just say something, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Not until the next night, when Mingi had yet again found himself under you, a position all too familiar to the two of you. Splayed on the bed, he squirmed on your fingers as you prepared him for the next step.

You were two fingers deep already, about to put in a third one, when Mingi's hand suddenly found your wrist, gently stopping your movements.

"Wait," he spoke suddenly, clearly surprising himself with his own voice judging by the sudden tension in his body.

"What is it, bunny?" You asked softly, checking for any signs of pain or distress. "Is something wrong?"

He shook his head, avoiding your gaze as he replied: "No, nothing's wrong, I was just wondering... Would you be okay with trying something different tonight?"

That sentence made you fully pause, carefully withdrawing your fingers from him and setting his leg in your other hand back down on the bed. "Oh, of course, sure! Yeah. What do you want to do?"

Mingi winced at the emptiness following the removal of your fingers, the sudden stop to all your touches feeling a bit jarring. Nevertheless, he forced himself to speak, knowing you were waiting and probably worried. "I- I mean, this, still, pretty much, just- can you, like, maybe- could we- you know, from, uh, from behind?"

After a small pause, you began to laugh, much to Mingi's mortification.

"You- you mean, like, if I can fuck you from behind?" You asked between breaths, looking at your horribly red boyfriend with nothing but amused adoration.

"Yeah, pretty much. Just would have preferred to word it a bit differently," Mingi huffed, embarrassed from how everything had flipped against him within seconds.

"Aw, I'm sorry," you apologized softly, though the grin on your face didn't make you seem that remorseful. "But yeah, sure, I'd love to make love to my sweet giant from behind."

"That's even worse!" Mingi cried out, covering his face in horror.

"Just turn around!" You exclaimed back, laughing.

Despite his entire face and chest turning a blaring shade of red, Mingi gingerly obliged. Rolling onto his stomach, he awkwardly pulled his knees up. After a few seconds, he had finally settled, this time with his ass in the air and facing the headboard instead of you.

"Ready?" You asked warmly, taking in the sight before you. Usually, you loved being able to watch your boyfriend fall apart under you, but this view was undeniably beautiful as well.

"I think so?" Mingi replied, wiggling in place as if trying to gauge the situation. "Feels a bit weird on my knees, though."

"Ah, don't worry about that. You just need to-"

Letting your actions speak for you, you nudged his thighs further apart, spreading his weight more evenly between them. You could hear Mingi's breath hitch at the action, surprised by the sudden manhandling.

And the surprises didn't end there, it seemed. With every other touch, Mingi would jolt just the slightest bit, clenching down around your fingers as you tried to finish prepping him. After a particularly big jump when your free hand rubbed his side, however, you decided to just withdraw your hand altogether, only moving the one inside him. With the way he kept tightening around you from surprise, you would never get him where you wanted him otherwise.

Despite the vague sinking feeling in his chest at your lack of touches, Mingi didn't say anything. Instead, he began drifting away into his mind, trying to decipher how he was currently feeling.

The change of position was... confusing, to say the least.

From what he'd heard, this was supposed to make everything feel more primal, more intense and rough. But to Mingi, everything just felt disconnected and unnecessary. If he wanted you to be rougher, he could just ask and you'd adjust accordingly, no matter the position. And what could possibly be more intense than looking into your partner's eyes while one is literally inside of the other? And as for how primal and instinctual this was supposed to feel, it sure made Mingi think a lot more than he usually would. Speaking of which, he really-

"...Mingi?"

The sudden call of his name broke him out of his daze, making him lift his head up from the pillows to look at you.

"...Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" You asked softly, letting your free hand rest on his lower back. Now that he was watching your movements, he shouldn't startle as easily as before. "You got really quiet all of a sudden, so I just wanted to check. Do you want to turn around again?"

"What? No," Mingi dismissed the suggestion, but the waver in his voice didn't sound very convincing. "O-or, I mean, just for a little bit, maybe?"

You sighed, giving him a small, tired smile before helping him lie down on his back again. "Alright, so what's all this about?"

Mingi shrugged, subconsciously biting at his lip. "I don't know. I just, you know, felt like trying something new?"

"And what made you want to try in the first place?" You pressed on, knowing Mingi wasn't one to change his ways unless something else pushed him into it.

Silence stretched between the two of you, Mingi avoiding your eyes as he tried to form his response.

"...Promise you won't laugh?"

Your heart clenched at the vulnerability in his words, making your gaze soften even more. "Of course I won't. I'm sorry if me laughing before upset you, but really, you can tell me anything. I promise I won't judge."

Mingi nodded at your words, steeling himself for his well-overdue explanation.

"It's, well... It's because of the guys. Later on at the bar, the topic of sex and different positions and whatnot came up and they all agreed on how lame missionary is. And don't get me wrong, I love being able to see you! It just made me wonder if I was maybe holding you back a bit since my preferences are pretty simple, so I thought we could try and see. I know I should have said this in advance, but I just couldn't find it in myself to do so. I'm sorry for ruining tonight, but it just doesn't feel right to keep going like that."

"Mingi..." You murmured softly, reaching up to cup your boyfriend's cheek. "I get that it must have felt awful to hear everyone indirectly shame you for what you like, but trust me, if I was ever unhappy with what we do in the bedroom, I'd tell you immediately. What does it matter if your friends think we're too basic? If we like it, we like it and that's that. Unless there's something you personally want to try, there's no reason to force anything just to 'spice things up'."

"...So you don't mind doing it like this?" Mingi asked hesitantly, vaguely gesturing at the two of you.

"Mingi," you said with a small chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief. "Not only do I not mind things the way they are, I love it."

His breath hitched as you leaned down to loom over him, using your other hand that wasn't holding his cheek to grab his waist. Smirking, you continued: "I love seeing you under me like this, so pliant and vulnerable just for me. I love watching your legs open and make room for me so that I can take care of you. And just as much, if not more, I love pulling them apart myself, holding you just the way I want and watching you squirm on my-"

"For the love of God please fuck me right this second or I'm gonna go insane," Mingi begged in a strained voice, practically writhing under you from the intensity of your gaze and tone.

Just as expected, it only took a few words of horny reassurance to get your attention-loving boyfriend back on track.

"As you wish, princess," you said teasingly, pressing one quick kiss to his lips before pulling back. "Is this position okay with you, or are you still worried about other people's opinions over mine?"

"Fuck them," Mingi said bluntly, desperately. "And most importantly fuck me, please!"

You laughed out loud at his demand, but quickly got back into the usual headspace. Gripping the backs of his knees, you basically folded him in half, making him gasp at the slight strain before he got the message and held his legs up for you. Smiling appreciatively, you pecked both of his knees before finally lining up with his entrance.

"Hold on tight, baby."

Wooyoung (awkward dirty talk, degradation, hair-pulling, manhandling, slapping, a few tears)

Wooyoung had always thought he was into degradation.

Now, to his defense, he definitely is to some degree! The two of you have long figured out it excites him whenever you're just a tad mean to him, whether that means pushing him around a bit, ordering him to do things for you just because you don't feel like doing them yourself, or any other sort of mild, loving bullying.

And so, naturally, Wooyoung thought it would be a great idea to apply this to the bedroom as well. How could this go wrong? If he popped a boner whenever you talked down to him outside of sex, it was only logical to bring it there as well.

Soon after his genius realization, Wooyoung began thinking - or scheming, to be exact. Whenever he had the time and was in the right mood, he'd curl up with his phone and continue his ongoing research. Filing through countless BDSM forums and reading up on other people's experiences with the kink, he couldn't help but get aroused himself. As it turns out, humanity has figured out countless ways to degrade someone, but what stood out the most to Wooyoung were two things: slapping and name-calling. The more he read stories about subs getting humbled by their doms, the more he couldn't get the image of the two of you out of his head. He could imagine it so clearly, with you catching him misbehaving once again, but unlike all the other times when you'd just punish him by restraining him or dictating how and when he could cum, you'd decide to belittle him instead. You'd throw him to the floor with your hand tangled in his hair, make him kneel before you and keep his head low as you told him exactly what you thought of him. And when he'd still refuse to listen, that's when you'd finally get physical.

Ugh, just the thought of it was getting him hard again. The sooner he talks to you about this, the better.

It only took a few days for Wooyoung to muster up enough courage to sit you down after dinner, leaning against your thigh as he tried to propose the idea as confidently as he could.

Most of that confidence faded, however, as you began to voice your concerns about the suggestion.

"Woo, baby, are you sure?" You asked uneasily, moving to hold the hand resting on your thigh. "I know I tease you a lot outside of the bedroom, but it's a lot more vulnerable inside it. I don't want to actually hurt you on accident, be it verbally or physically."

"Oh don't worry babe, it's gonna be fine!" Wooyoung tried to reassure you with a foxy smile, rubbing your thigh as he spoke. "Besides, you already rough me up during sex enough as is, a slap or two won't break me."

You sighed, tightening your grip on his hand to stop it from wandering any further. "I know, babe, but all of that just feels... different, I don't know. It's one thing to throw you around and make your dick hurt from overstimulation, but to just slap you out of nowhere feels like hurting you for no reason. I like forcing you back in line when you misbehave, but there are many other ways of doing that than by hitting you."

Growing frustrated at your unnecessary cautiousness, Wooyoung let out a petulant whine. "Baby I'm telling you, it's gonna be fine! Just try to take a risk for once and trust me, please? The second either of us gets uncomfortable we'll stop immediately, I promise."

Silence stretched between the two of you as you mulled over his words, only to concede in the end, much to Wooyoung's excitement. He made sure to let you know just how much he appreciated this and how safe this was all going to be one more time before finally delving into the fantasy that had been brewing in his mind in more detail.

...

"I leave you alone for two hours, and this is what I come back to?!" You yelled incredulously at your boyfriend, who was currently spread out on the bed, hard dick in hand and stark naked.

"I-I'm sorry babe, I didn't know you would be back so early- ah!" He yelped as you gripped his hair and tugged back, forcing him to look at you.

"That is not the issue and you know it," you growled, looking into Wooyoung's eyes for any signs of guilt or remorse, only to come out empty-handed and even angrier. "You only have so many rules to remember, one would think even a dumb slut like you could abide by them while I'm gone."

Wooyoung groaned at your words, his free hand coming up to try and ease your grip on his hair, but to no avail. "I'm not."

"You're not what?" You spat back before slapping away his other hand that was still wrapped around his erection.

"I'm not a slut," he opposed indignantly, throwing you a defiant look. "And I'm not dumb. I just had to take matters into my own hands since you've been ignoring me all day."

The four seconds of silence felt like an eternity as you looked deep into his eyes, making him subconsciously shrink in on himself.

Next thing he knew, he was whimpering as his body hit the ground, the pull on his hair just strong enough to bring tears to his eyes. You didn't give him a moment of reprieve, tugging him to his knees and forcing him to look up at you again.

"So you're not a slut, huh?" You gritted through your clenched teeth, leaning down until you were mere millimeters away from his face. "Then tell me, my honey dearest," you continued, your tone turning sickly sweet as you pulled away from him again, "why you would go out of your way to touch yourself without my permission like some- like some pussy-starved whore?"

And there it was. Resonating through the bedroom, the slap landed right on his left cheek, throwing his head to the side. It stung more than he'd thought it would, in more ways than one. Before he knew it, the tears in his eyes started spilling over, far too quickly for him to try to stop them. He pressed his lips together as heat quickly spread through his cheeks, both from the impact and from the shame washing over him.

This clearly wasn't working for Wooyoung the way he expected it to.

A gentle hand cupped his right cheek, gingerly turning his head back. He silently complied, only to be met with the sight of you kneeling in front of him, your own eyes wide and teary as you worriedly examined his face. He could feel your hands trembling slightly, only adding to the growing pit in his stomach. He made you do this. He made you feel awful for his own fuck-up.

"Wooyoung? Wooyoungie, are you okay? I'm so, so sorry," you fretted over him frantically, caressing his stinging cheek as carefully as you could. "I hit you too hard, didn't I? I'm so sorry. Please don't cry, does it hurt a lot? Do you need ice?"

Wooyoung shook his head at your panicked questions, taking hold of your wrists before pulling them away from his face. "It's okay, I'm- I'm fine," he choked out, clearing his throat as he blinked any remaining tears away. "You didn't do anything wrong, I asked you to do this. I should be the one that's sorry, and I really am."

"Please don't apologize, babe," you insisted. "I shouldn't have hit you as hard as I did, it's my fault. Come on, let's get up and put some ice on it just in case, okay? Then we can talk about this."

Which is how Wooyoung finds himself here, sitting butt-naked by the kitchen island in nothing but a loose shirt, holding a slowly thawing bag of frozen vegetables to his cheek while you clean up in the bedroom. A few minutes later, he hears the unmistakable sound of feet pitter-pattering against the apartment's linoleum, causing his heartbeat to stutter as he braces himself for the impending conversation.

"So," you begin resolutely, taking a seat on the bar stool next to his, "that didn't work out."

Wooyoung lets out a humorless chuckle at your comment, nodding his head dazedly. "Yup."

When he doesn't elaborate, you prod further. "Hun, you don't have to talk about this yet if you don't want to, but what was it that made you cry? I definitely overdid it with the slap, but a lot was happening at once so I just want to make sure I know what we should avoid next time."

Wooyoung sighs before finally turning to you. "Honestly, it was a bit of everything, I guess." He smiles at you sadly, pulling your hand to rest in his lap. "The manhandling, the things you said and the names you called me, the slap itself, all of it just combined so badly and made me feel inferior, and not in a sexy way."

"I thought you liked that though?" You somehow manage to question in a way that doesn't come off as accusing, just genuinely curious. "Was it just too much this time? Did I do it wrong somehow?"

Shaking his head, Wooyoung huffs out a small sound of disagreement. His free hand absentmindedly plays with your fingers in his lap. "No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just..."

"It's just?" You try to encourage him, stopping his fidgeting by interlocking your hand with his.

With another disappointed sigh leaving his lips, Wooyoung finally caves. "It's just that you were right. You know, before, when I brought this whole thing up to you like an idiot and pushed you into doing it despite your qualms with it. Just because something is hot outside of the bedroom doesn't mean it will feel the same way when you actually get that much more intimate and vulnerable. I didn't believe you at first but now I know. I'm sorry."

Groaning, you jump down from the bar stool you were sitting on to get even closer to your boyfriend. "Babe please, stop apologizing, it's not your fault", you complain as you pull him into a hug. "You didn't push me into anything, I would have said no if I was genuinely uncomfortable with the idea. So let's just stop blaming ourselves, okay? We both messed up in different ways tonight, but it's okay. We stopped when we needed to and now we're talking it out. That's all that matters."

Turning on the stool to face you directly, Wooyoung dives into the crook of your neck, making sure not to touch you with the cheek he was just icing. You feel him nod into your skin before relaxing against you as your hand starts playing with his hair.

"...So does this mean you're still okay with being a bit mean to me outside of the bedroom?"

You huff out a chuckle, making Wooyoung laugh quietly as well.

"If that's what your heart desires, then gladly."

Jongho (bondage, a mild-ish panic attack - crying, being unable to breathe)

When it came to your and Jongho's intimate life, you wanted to take things slow.

Now, it's not like sex was a completely foreign concept in your relationship - you'd already crossed that line a few months ago. You asking Jongho to sub for you, however, introduced a pretty new dynamic to him. Until now, everything that went down in your bedroom was mostly vanilla and with no real power dynamics, so this came as quite a surprise. He decided to indulge, you, though, undeniably intrigued himself.

And what do you know, Jongho ended up really enjoying it! So much so, in fact, that it was now he who would ask you to explore your dominant side more, to tell him what to do and how to do it.

As time passed and the two of you got more comfortable in your roles, it was as if a whole new world of possibilities had suddenly opened up for you. There was so much to try out with him, on him, that you could barely contain your excitement.

But alas, you wanted to take things slow, both to preserve the thrill as long as possible and to not overwhelm either of you with anything.

Starting out with the basics, like some slightly rougher touches, hair pulling, and dirty talk, Jongho was surprised to find himself eagerly on board with everything. This then led you to the next thing you desperately wanted to try: bondage.

At this suggestion, Jongho was a bit more apprehensive. He'd always liked his personal space and freedom of movement, so to have that taken away from him sounded a bit scary, even if it was you doing it.

Nevertheless, and especially after seeing your excited face as you waited for his response, he agreed.

"Everything okay? Try pulling on it a bit, does it hurt?" You asked your blushing boyfriend, watching as he gingerly pulled at the rope tied around his wrist. He was lying on his back below you, dressed in nothing but his boxers while you sat on his chest to work on restraining him.

"It's- it's fine, I think," Jongho muttered with bated breath, letting you carefully examine the rope before moving on to his other arm. Already, the way you were sitting on his chest while tying his hands felt a bit claustrophobic, but he just chalked it up to the anxiety of trying out new things. It wasn't unusual for him to get nervous when experimenting with you, so it really shouldn't be a big deal now.

The moment you picked up his other hand, though, Jongho's breath stuttered. With his remaining free hand in your hold, he began to feel truly powerless. Chewing on his bottom lip, he watched as you wrapped the rope around the headboard before connecting it to his wrist, trying to keep his focus on the pretty blue color of the material to ease his growing worry.

"Okay, now try this one," you spoke, eyes flitting to Jongho's wide, precious eyes. "Good?"

Jongho did as told, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to pull his wrist free but couldn't. His already loud heart started beating even faster as a strange feeling pressed against his lungs. Despite this, he nodded anyway, eyes avoiding your gaze as he spoke: "Yeah, 's good."

You smiled, shuffling down his chest to rest against his hips. "Alright then," you whispered, "you ready?"

Against all better judgment, Jongho confidently nodded his head, determined to enjoy himself tonight. He could already feel the need to touch you whining at him from the inside, desperate to hold you to ground himself, but he promptly ignored it. After all, that's supposed to be the point of this, isn't it? To restrict your frustrated and needy sub and give them only what you deem they've earned.

Smoothing your hands over his chest, Jongho moaned, eagerly arching into your touch to try to get out of his anxious mind. You only chuckled at his responsiveness, leaning forward to pepper kisses everywhere your hands just traveled. Trailing your nails over his pecs, you stopped at his nipples, teasingly circling around the buds before giving them a quick pinch.

Jongho let out a weak whine at the sensation, making the headboard creak above him as he tugged at the ropes. The sound made you smirk, telling you just how much your actions were affecting your boyfriend without even having to look up.

Perhaps you should have, though, as Jongho's nervous but sure facade quickly began to crumble. His hands kept grabbing at nothing, frustration bubbling up in him as you were so close and he needed to touch you so bad, and yet he just couldn't. He knew he could trust you with his life, that you wouldn't harm him in any way, yet he couldn't help but feel trapped. Like this, with no way to ground himself through touch, everything felt so much more intense, so chaotic and out of his control, and not in a good way.

"You're being such a good boy for me Jongie," you cooed after a while of playing with his chest, both of his nipples now red and sensitive. Looking into his glossy eyes, you leaned down to trap his lips in a passionate kiss, which he meekly returned a moment later. You swallowed each rugged breath and whine coming from his mouth as your hands started trailing down, one stopping to massage his waist while the other kept lowering. You moved to sit a bit lower again, this time on his thighs, making more room for your next ministrations. Eyes still closed while you kept kissing him, you relied on your memory and touch to guide you down to the hem of his underwear.

When your fingertips finally grazed the fabric of his boxers, you couldn't help but smile into the kiss, your grin growing even wider as you heard the wooden headboard groaning again, louder this time. "Someone's impatient," you teased, receiving something akin to a whimper in return.

Pulling away to let your lover catch his breath, you quickly got to work on his neck, teasing your fingers against the band of his underwear just a little longer before finally slipping inside. Your hand wrapped around him just as you bit the sweet spot on his neck, eagerly sucking at the sensitive skin. This time, Jongho pulled at the ropes even stronger, a full-on sob ripping from his chest. He choked on the sound midway through, however, still too winded from your kiss to properly breathe.

Though whines and whimpers were nothing uncommon from him, something about his frantic breathing tipped you off immediately.

"Baby, are you oka-" you gasped as soon as you saw his visible distress, hyperventilating while tears ran down his cheeks. "Jongho! Oh my god, what happened?!" You immediately sat up straight, pulling your hands away from him and reaching for the restraints instead.

"It's-" Jongho began, only to choke on another sob, "I'm sorry, I can't, please, I don't-"

"Calm down baby, it's okay," you told him as softly and comfortingly as you could, suppressing the panic writhing inside you. "Just breathe with me while I get these off, alright?"

Jongho tried his best to listen, focusing on each rise and fall of your chest as he clumsily followed along. The moment he felt you tugging on the ropes again, however, another scared whimper escaped his lips.

"I know love, I'm sorry, just hold on," you tried to shush him, willing your hands to stop trembling and fumbling with the knots to free him as quickly as possible.

At last, the tight knot finally came undone, falling off your boyfriend's wrist. He immediately pulled it away from the headboard, reaching over to grab at you instead.

You let him clutch your thigh while you struggled with his other hand, inwardly cursing yourself for not practicing the knots more. His nails dug into your leg whenever you tugged a little too much, clearly still stuck in the fight-flight headspace he'd managed to slip into.

The moment both of his hands were freed, Jongho grasped onto your back, pulling you into his chest and pressing his thighs against you from behind to lock you into the embrace. The position was a bit awkward, bending you down in his lap and almost suffocating you against his body. You didn't consider moving away for a second, though, far too focused on your boyfriend's comfort.

The two of you stayed like this for a few minutes, with Jongho's breaths steadily evening out while you rubbed his sides and shoulder blades as much as your position allowed.

Then, the silence was broken.

"I'm sorry," Jongho croaked out, easing his hold on you as you finally sat up again. "I don't know what happened to me just now or why I couldn't say my safeword sooner, but I just- I'm so sorry."

You looked at him incredulously. "What are you sorry for? You're the one in distress, why should you be apologizing for anything?" You huffed, gently brushing his hair back into place. "If anything, I should be the one apologizing for not noticing sooner. And I really am sorry, I should have been more careful considering this was our first time trying this out."

Jongho just shook his head, squeezing your waist and hips absentmindedly. "No, that's not true. You trusted me to say the safeword if anything felt like too much, and I didn't do it. Or I couldn't, I guess."

Confused, your brows furrowed as you looked into his eyes. "What do you mean, 'couldn't'?"

Jongho sighed, cheeks heating up as a fresh wave of shame washed over him. No matter how hard he tried, being vulnerable was still a challenge at times, even with you. "I- I don't know... I guess I just felt lost, in a way. I didn't want to keep going anymore but you looked like you were enjoying it a lot and that made me second-guess myself and I got stuck in that loop until you noticed."

You mirrored Jongho's sigh, though yours was a lot less embarrassed and a lot more worried. "Honey," you spoke sternly, watching his eyes immediately flick back up to yours. "You know I love you, right?"

His eyes widened at the sudden question, but he quickly nodded anyway. "Of course I do! And I love you too, but... why do you ask?"

"Well, since you know I love you, you also know that I'd never knowingly push you past your limits just because I enjoy it, right? The only time I feel good is when I know you're feeling just as good as me, if not more," you explained softly but firmly, making sure the message stuck. "Please, promise me you'll never put my pleasure over your comfort ever again. Just because I'm the one calling the shots during a scene doesn't mean you should disregard your own feelings like that."

Silence filled the room as Jongho took in your words, stunned. His mouth opened as if to reply, but before he could, his lips started to tremble as a new wave of tears clouded his vision. He pressed his lips together, trying his best to suppress the sudden surge of emotions in his chest.

How could someone be this nice and gentle with him?

Perhaps that's what he was missing during the scene - that feeling that despite his submission, it was still him who ultimately decided what was okay and what wasn't. That at any point, he could just pull you off of him if he needed to, that he could escape any of the vulnerable situations you put him in. So when his hands were suddenly tied up, taking away that safety and security, it was only natural for him to panic.

He was not to blame.

Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Jongho blinked away the tears in his eyes, giving you a tired but genuine smile instead.

"Promise."

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Thank you for reading! And remember, feedback is always very appreciated! <3

[mikimeiko]

Poker Face | Season 1 (2023), Rian Johnson

[fansids]

Welp, I've finished the season 4 special...

Anyway-

[altruistic-meme]

i want to get started on the Full Hands List but i am waiting on my apartment people for scheduled maintenance and i don't really want to start until they leave but i also have no idea what time they'll make it to my apartment so we're just playing the waiting game now

[krysmcscience]

Did somebody say Bill shouldn't be allowed to swear? I think somebody said Bill shouldn't be allowed to swear. Thanks to that, have these retooled The Good Place jokes:

The "powers that be" can refer to either the Theraprism staff, the Axolotl, or just. Ya know. Disney in general. Or all three! Whichever you think is funniest. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The "party" Bill's referring to is Weirdmageddon, of course. He was quite the ashhole to everyone back then.

Ford has probably gotten pretty good at the 'tune out your psychopathic ex with dank memes' challenge.

It must be very cathartic to be able to make Bill shut up whenever you want with just the press of a button. I'm sure Ford doesn't abuse this ability at all.

Oh, sure, 'Not now,' he says, before he immediately backs out of the newly-made hole in the Theraprism wall. 🙄

Don't worry, Bill doesn't get far.

also yeah i know this one doesn't have an attempted swear - i just wanted to use the joke because of the massive stink-eye involved in it because it makes me laugh

⬇️ More goofs beneath the brief ramble if you wanna skip it lmao⬇️

Why is Ford even there, you might ask? Well, he either decided he preferred to watch Bill suffer in person over being distantly and repeatedly harassed with the same evil desperation book for the rest of his life, or he got roped into some kind of contrived community service for 1.) all his many counts of interdimensional thievery, and 2.) his ignoring all the very clear warnings to NOT summon Bill in the first place (which I like to imagine is also illegal). Theraprism staff were just like, 'Wait, this guy matters to Bill? Ooh, we can USE that! It might be the only thing that can help him want to get better!' It is not considered that throwing Ford at Bill so soon after Weirdmageddon could instead make them both WORSE - in new and altogether special ways! :D

Anyway, I'm calling it the Community Service AU, and I am most likely not going to do anything else with it beyond appropriating these silly Good Place jokes. So, feel free to adopt the concept if y'all wanna??? Just make sure that Bill is still not allowed to swear, no matter what, full stop. It's gotta be a real linguistic corkblork of a situation for him, is all I'm sayin'.

Finally, have these bonus Good Place jokes, but with Handyman!Bill this time:

'Opposite tortures' doesn't sound so bad...at least until it's an all-powerful chaos entity known for torture saying it.

you may think i forgot mabel's cute pink cheeks but the truth is that i did in fact forget but then immediately stopped caring which makes it okay, SHHHHHHH

And, finally:

lmao this is shit

True facts, if you cram Season 1 Eleanor Shellstrop and Michael into a singular triangle shape, they turn into Bill Cipher. This is science, look it up. Or don't, and just trust the source that is me, bro.

Anyway, I should be in bed, y'all have fun with these, I guess. Tune in after like a week or so and maybe I'll have an addendum to my comic about how Bill was drawn naked for karaoke night. Because him actually being naked was not the only thing I considered as a plausible explanation. XD

Also if you see any inconsistencies or errors in any of these comics, No You Do Not :D

Also also, reblogs are rad as hell and I appreciate every single one, just don't repost, please and thanks. Every time a repost is made, an artist somewhere cries. :,)

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Barça Boy

♥ masterlist

♥ pairing: pablo gavi x fem!driver!sainz!reader

♥ synopsis: for as long as you can remember your older brother carlos sainz has been a loyal fan of the football team real madrid. you were an f2 driver who never took your mind off of your own sport; that was until carlos brought you to a barcelona v real madrid game and you fell for a player on the opposing team.

♥ smau - none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing and hate comments !!!

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yourusername I've been kidnapped (not clickbait)

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carlossainz55 I'm literally taking you to a madrid game

yourusername exactly 😔

user60 you should be greatful

user60 I'd kill to have those tickets

user71 she's always so ungrateful 🙄

user80 celebrities that don't know anything about the sport getting shit for free pisses me off

user6 @/user80 pretty sure Carlos payed for the two of their tickets but go off

user56 @/user80 not sure she even counts as a 'celebrity'

user7 NEED me some sombas

user8 im obsessed with their dynamic

user2 the sainz siblings >>>

landonorris @/carlossainz55 take me with you next time

user5 aww carlando dates

user3 gonna need a carlando football landolog asap

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"Could you at least pretend like you're watching?" Carlos said, gazing at you as you scrolled through your phone.

You clicked the device off and slid it into your pocket.

"I'm sorry Carlos I'm just not really as interested in this as you are..." you paused. "I mean if I want to make it into F1 I gotta train right? I should be on the sim right now."

"C'mon," he groaned. "You're a Sainz, of course you're going to make it. Relax a little. Enjoy the game, please?"

You rubbed your eyes and sighed, "I'll try."

You crossed your arms and watched the game unfold. One of the Barcelona players scored a goal and went sprinting past you into a knee slide. He really caught your eye and you couldn't help but watch him the rest of the match.

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carlossainz55 up for adoption: Y/n. Formula 2 driver and FC Barcelona apologist. Former Sainz.

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fcbarcelona we'll adopt you y/n

yourusername do I get a kit?

pablogavi you can have one of mine

yourusername @/pablogavi 🤭

user9 THE @ IS CRAZY

carlossainz55 😐

user7 GAVIIIII

user5 find yourself a man who will love you even when you wear sunglasses with hot sauce (possibly ketchup?) bottles on them

user8 former sainz 😭

user12 "barcelona apologist" 💀

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yourusername I guess I'm a culer now. thanks for the kit @/pablogavi it fits perfectly 😘

comments are restricted

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pablogavi look who I found

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user6 carlos’ face 😭

user50 thought you were “too busy” for football 😐

user61 no way gavi is settling for her

user2 no bc she’s so pretty 😍

user9 they’re literally the cutest couple

user1 those family reunions are gonna be awkward tho lmao

prema_team its good to see you gavi :)

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user12 he’s my favorite wag

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yourusername signed a contract with ferrari next season. I’ll see you on the grid big bro @/carlossainz55

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pablogavi estoy orgulloso de ti hermosa (I'm proud of you beautiful)

yourusername gracias mi amor

user7 so cute 🥹

user8 if I knew thirsting over him on main worked I woulda tried it years ago 😔

user6 madridista v culer war ferrari edition

user10 “my girlfriend is hotter than you” true 🤷‍♀️

carlossainz55 congrats or whatever

yourusername you know you love me

[howmanyepsofmlseason6areleft]

Miraculous Ladybug Season 6 Airdates January and February (+some other junk)

THAT'S RIGHT WE ARE FINALLY BACK!!

These dates have been out for awhile now, so I'm sorry for how late this is! My motivation for this blog has been entirely tied to personal life/ interest in the show, and since it hasn't been airing consistently and I've been busy with school it's been rough. But... here we are!

Before I get to more yapping, here are the dates! All of these can be found on the Disney Channel US website (if you're looking for a source), but honestly I wouldn't be surprised if another international network beats Disney in premiering at least one of these episodes in the next month or so. However, I'll make sure to be on the lookout so I can let you guys know/ update the post if necessary.

THE ILLUSTRHATER ✔️ Airdate: January 24th Time: 7:45 pm Brasilia Standard Time Channel: Mundo Gloob Language: Portuguese

THE ILLUSTRHATER ENGLISH DUB ✔️ Airdate: January 25th Time: 11:00 am Eastern Standard Time Channel: Disney Channel USA Language: English

SUBLIMATION ✔️ Airdate: January 31st Time: 7:45 pm Brasilia Standard Time Channel: Mundo Gloob Language: Portuguese

SUBLIMATION ENGLISH DUB ✔️ Airdate: February 1st Time: 11:00 am Eastern Standard Time Channel: Disney Channel USA Language: English

WEREPAPAS ✔️ Airdate: February 7th Time: 7:45 pm Brasilia Standard Time Channel: Mundo Gloob Language: Portuguese

DADDYCOP ✔️ Airdate: February 8th Time: 11:00 am Eastern Standard Time Channel: Disney Channel USA Language: English

UNKNOWN EPISODE Airdate: February 14th Time: 7:45 pm Brasilia Standard Time Channel: Mundo Gloob Language: Portuguese

WEREPAPAS ENGLISH DUB Airdate: February 15th Time: 11:00 am Eastern Standard Time Channel: Disney Channel USA Language: English

REVELATOR Airdate: February 22nd Time: 11:00 am Eastern Standard Time Channel: Disney Channel USA Language: English

So- it seems like this new era of miraculous is already off to a great start in the world of out of order airing with episodes 2-5 airing before episode one [EDIT: WE ARE NOW ALSO GETTING EPISODE 11 BEFORE EPISODE ONE ARE YOU KIDDING] , so I'm sorry to anyone who wants to watch it in order! However, hopefully nothing too crazy happens in the first episode that isn't recapped by the 2nd, so maybe you can watch these episodes as they come out anyway without too much confusion (doubt) [AGAIN, PROBABLY NO LONGER APPLIES W/ EPISODE 11 AIRING BEFORE OTHERS 💀] Either way, I'll try to let you guys know what the vibe is in that department (in the least spoilery way possible) , and at the end of the day its entirely up to you guys as viewers what you want to do! I'm sure we all have our routine with out of order airing by this point in time haha.

As for the blog, new pinned post dropped, partially revamped the look, and I will continue to post as necessary!

Excited to go on this journey with y'all, and here's to the new season :)

(Chronological order under cut)

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG SEASON 6 CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

S6E01- Climatiqueen

S6E02- The Illustrhater

S6E03- Sublimation

S6E04- Daddycop

S6E05- Werepapas

S6E06- Sleeping Syren 

S6E07- El Toro De Piedra

S6E08- Vampigami

S6E09- Mister Agreste

S6E10- The Dark Castle

S6E11- Revelator

S6E12- Wreckless Driver

S6E13- Yaksi Gozen 

S6E14- Grendiaper

S6E15- The Ruler

S6E16- Noe

S6E17- A Fairy Good Night

S6E18- The Dirtifiers

S6E19- Riginarazione

S6E20- HeartFixer

S6E21- The Chained Titans

S6E22- Lady Chaos

S6E23- Sadnansi

S6E24- Queen of the Dreadzone

S6E25- Secret Protocol

S6E26- Nemesis

[simpurnatural]

"Flustered" || Short-Fic

XO, Kitty - Min Ho Moon x Fem!Reader

Note from Nat: "Back to back Min Ho fics??? Didn't expect to get so much positive feedback. Thanks for going easy on ya girl, I'm still a bit rusty! Enjoy and make sure to wipe that drool off your face babe!"

Warning(s): Spoilers for "XO, Kitty" seasons 1 & 2, A little bit of Smut, Language, Sorta Proofread

As the fall semester came to an end, with everyone not wanting to part ways even for a just a month, Min Ho decides to invite the entire friend group for a winter getaway.

“Where’s Y/n?” Asked Dae which made everyone’s heads turn before the sound of snow crunching was heard.

You approached the group that was currently enjoying the hot tub, arms crossed to keep your robe shut. Min Ho suggested that the hot tub would be best way to relax after a day of travelling

“Hi! Sorry I’m late to the party,” you smiled whilst kicking off your slippers, then sliding your robe off your shoulders.

“Hot damn girl,” Q said, overcame with astonishment. "Drop the workout routine asap please," he joked as everyone's eyes lingered on your figure.

“Oh stop it,” you laughed and rolled your eyes. “This old thing isn’t worth the hype,” you insisted, but everyone would’ve begged to differ.

The navy blue two piece you were sporting hugged all the right places. Your ass and tits looked like they needed saving. The sight was definitely giving body tea.

Everyone watched as you made your descent into the tub and sat in between Kitty and Min Ho. Kitty had given you a small wave whereas Min Ho could barely make eye contact. Various conversations continued but Min Ho remained in an unlike-him-silence.

He wondered how he had not noticed how hot you looked until now. Not saying that looks are everything, but Min Ho felt stuck on how he never gave you a second glance.

"-Right Min Ho?" Dae asks, turning to his best friend who was clearly zoning out.

"Sorry what?" Min Ho replied, snapping out of his trance.

"We're gonna be able to go skiing first thing tomorrow, right?" Dae reiterated, a slight tiredness in his voice due to Min Ho's lack of contribution to the conversation.

"Of course," Min Ho nodded before his gaze back on you, who was too busy chatting with Yuri and Kitty to realizing anything else.

"Woah okay, this is new," Q teased, as his eyes followed Min Ho's. "The bikini has got your eyes lurkin'" he says, making Jin snicker at the observation.

"What are you guys talking about?" you ask with an unaware smile on your lips, Min Ho's eyes instantly looking down.

"Min Ho here seems to have-" Q began.

"Shut it," Min Ho tsked before moving to leave the hot tub.

"Hey, we were just joking," Jin called out as Min Ho shuffled back into the house.

"What was that about?" Yuri questioned, all conversations now put on pause.

"Is Min Ho okay?" Kitty asked, looking to the other boys occupying the hot tub.

"He's just a little flustered," Dae replied, the feeling of worry instantly overcame you.

"Did I do something?" you say wide-eyed but to no response. "I'll go check on him," you say before making your way out of the tub and walking towards the house. "Min Ho?" your voice echoed throughout the home.

You noticed a light coming from inside the kitchen and chose to investigate. There stood Min Ho, chugging a bottle of water with his slim yet toned physique being illuminated by the refrigerator light. He began to cough up said water after realizing your presence.

"Bloody hell, you scared me," he coughed, covering his face with the inside of his elbow. "What is it Y/n?" he asks while shutting the fridge door.

"What's with you?" you quizzed, "Ever since I joined you guys outside, you've been quiet and when I tried to converse with you-you run back inside!" you add with a hint of frustration in your voice.

"It's not my fault-"

"-So it's mine? What did I do wrong?" you cut off, urgently wanting an answer as to why your friend was avoiding you.

"Y/n, it's because y-you literally look like t-that!" Min Ho exclaimed as if it were common knowledge. "How else is a guy supposed to act when you decide walk around wearing something like that?" he questioned.

"Is what I have on not okay? Was there something in my hair?" you blabbered in response, instantly being overcame with the self-conscious feeling.

"It's fact that when I saw you earlier, I wish you didn't have anything on" Min Ho muttered in an almost whisper like volume.

The realization finally hit you, Min Ho had been eyeing you since you stepped into the hot tub. You face flushed a bright red, clearly flattered by the words that just came out of his mouth.

"So what you're saying is-"

"What I'm saying is that you look almost too good," Min Ho said, his voice deep and eyes darkened like a lion about to pounce on his next prey.

The small distance between the two of you shut in almost an instant, his hand cupped the side of your face gently. You could've sworn that the beat of your heart could be heard from miles away.

Your lack of response gave Min Ho time to lift you up and place you on the kitchen counter. Accidentally, you let out a small whimper at the feeling of the cold tile touching your skin. Min Ho felt as if he could've finished off that noise alone.

Standing between your legs, Min Ho's hands traveled all the way back down to your ass. You watched his eyes really take in your body, as if he could drink you up like a glass of water.

"Tell me to stop, and I will" Min Ho whispered as he gave your plump skin a squeeze.

Leaning in with your lips close to his ear, finally you replied, "I don't think I want you to stop".

Min Ho took this as his green light and you felt as his hands unclasped your bikini top. Grabbing the piece of clothing, he tossed away fand his eyes settled on your breast.

Biting his lip, Min Ho took one of each into his hands. "Beautiful. You are so beautiful Y/n," he said with is his accent thick, almost like he was about to melt at the sight of you.

You gasped at the feeling of his breath on your tits, causing a domino effect of butterflies and goosebumps to cover you. Min Ho chuckled at this, rubbing your nipples with his thumb in a circular motion.

Eyes closed; you threw your head back at the sensation before feeling something foreign come in contact with your breast. Min Ho's tongue began exploring your chest. It was as if he was trying to paint a picture.

His grasp on your tits became slightly more secure as he was egged on by your moans. He was marking his territory all over you with bright red hickeys.

Your half assed attempt to stifle your moans was with the palm of your hand. Min Ho however loved how loud you were getting for him and yanked your hand away from your face.

"I want to hear you," he insisted, pulling his lips away from your chest for a mere moment. "I want to hear you all night," he smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

"Uh guys?" a voiced that belonged to Yuri called out. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice trailing off into the hallway probably in search of you both.

Min Ho looked down with a smile on his face before getting your swim top from the ground. You quickly put it back on then pulled your hair to the front to cover the marks Min Ho left behind.

"W-we're here Yuri!" you replied hopping off the counter and walking out of the kitchen with Min Ho right behind you.

As Yuri came walking back towards you guys, her head tilted to the side in confusion, "What were you guys doing over there in the dark?"

"Just got some water," Min Ho replied, which seemingly convinced Yuri enough for her to walk back outside. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered in your ear, giving your ass a slap.

JAN 2025

[sexilene]

omg lene you should do something about a 80's slashers au with rafe and the boys that would be soooo cool!! ❤️❤️

!!! omigod yesss i'm gonna start with 80's slasher!rafe if feel like he'd be a creepy little stalkerrr, def season 2 rafe 💞

𐦍༘₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - non con, violence, stalking, spanking, slight breeding kink, knife play, dark!rafe - ₊˚⊹

you sat in the comfort of your bedroom, bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, finishing up some homework while talking with a girlfriend of yours on the phone. you reach your hand out to your nightstand to grab the nail file when the sound of the door closing causes you to freeze, being left home alone, your heart starts to race, and you hang up the phone and walk up to your door. you pull down your pretty little white nightgown so it covers your ass as you press your ear to the door to make sure it was just your parents.

all you hear is silence so you shrug and convince yourself it was just your mind playing tricks on you, then the phone starts to ring again, thinking it was just your friend calling you back, and you pick up the phone. 

"hello?" you speak with your voice lowered.

"hey babyface" you stop moving when you hear a voice you don't recognize.

"who's calling?" you try to sound assertive but end up sounding like a scared puppy. 

"i've been uh- watching you for a long time, an' i figured i should introduce myself," he says, his voice all gravely. you grip on the handle of the phone and reach an arm over to close your curtains quickly.

"stop that! it's not funny, whoever this is leave me alone." you almost whine. 

"nah can't do that baby, you looked too pretty in that nightgown...you wearin' panties underneath?" he continues. 

"i'm gonna call my boyfriend an-and he'll find out who you are and beat you up!" you stutter.

"you're not gonna do that, cuz uh- i'm in the house, and if you hang up-"

"i'll call the police!" you cut him off.

"i need you to listen to me, if you don't wanna die, you need to walk down to the living room slowly- you try to run and i'll catch you. if you don't come down, i'll go up n'get you." he then hangs up, your chest heaving as tears start to form in your eyes, you think about climbing out the window but it is on the second floor and the man might catch you and kill you! you decide to grab a chair to put against the door to keep him coming in but it's too late, as you take one step backward trying to drag the chair you feel the blade of a knife press against your neck. you gasp, ready to scream.

"shshshsh, behave." the man shushes you, pressing himself behind you, god he must be tall. "told you to listen" he coos condescendingly. 

"please, please don't..." you sob. 

"hey, hey! shut up- listen to me alright?" he raises his voice causing you to shut your eyes and nod slowly in fear, tears spill down your face. "good girl. want you to lay down on your bed and stay there, don't move, scream, talk or do anything 'less i tell you." you nod again slowly and he removes the knife from your neck, you do as you are told and lay down on your bed, silently sobbing. 

you look at the man, face now lit up by the soft light of your nightstand lamp, you watch him come closer and wipe some of the sweat forming on his forehead under his messy hair with the back of his hand that's holding the knife. he grins, getting up on your bed and tossing the knife next to him as he pins you down. 

"r-rafe?..." you whisper, now realizing who it is.

"yeah! yeah baby it's me..." he continues to grin. 

"get off! please rafe, i don't wanna do this with you!" you whine and start to squirm a little bit.

"you don't really have a choice." he mumbles as he runs his rough hands up and down your thighs, stopping to grab the hem of your lace panties. "you wear this for me?" he says pulling them down as you really start to cry, trying to get him off of you by pushing at his shoulders but he's too strong.

"i have a- my boyfriend-" you start but then he looks back into your eyes and smiles again. "nah, you don't, i got rid of 'im... cut him up, he's in the trunk of my truck. wanna see?" he asks, his eyes following yours, bringing his hand up to wipe your tears away lovingly. 

"why!? why are you doing this!" you sob and try and move your face away from his touch. "i love you, i love you so much and you never talked to me or...looked at me and i need you to love me too…say it…" he demands. you shake your head no and try and push him off, pissed, rafe manhandles you. he flips you onto your stomach and lifts you up by your waist so your face is smushed against the messy sheets, ass in the air. "you fucking brat." he spits out.

he yanks your panties down and smacks your ass with his large hand, holding your wrists in the other. he forcefully spreads your legs and places a hard slap on your poor wet little cunt.

you let out a yelp as he "soothes" your throbbing pussy by rubbing your clit with the rough pads of three fingers. "are you a virgin princess?" he whispers, pressing a gross, sloppy kiss to your cheek. you whine out and try to move your face away. "what? you don't like my kisses?" he leans in again to give you a few more of those wet kisses, making taunting kissy sounds that make you scrunch up your face and mewl.

"gonna make you feel reeeally good baby, gonna make this little pussy cream all over me, yeah?" he rambles, grabbing the knife with his free hand, bringing it back to your neck. "please rafe, i've never- "

"you waited for me? huh? princess saved herself for me." you can hear his smile, he's almost relieved that he will be your first and last. he pulls himself out of his boxers and starts to line himself up. "i would'a stretched you out a bit first but this cunt is a dripping mess already so."

you scream as you feel his fat tip press against your entrance. "shhhhshh, s'just the tip." he murmurs, easing himself in slowly until he's stretching you as you've never felt, his tip kisses your cervix. "ow! it's too big, too much, too big..." you ramble, squeezing down on his cock unable to really move due to the knife.

"n'you are so tight, fuck, this is where you should'a always been..taking me like this babydoll." he grits through his teeth as he starts to thrust causing you to whine and to try and pull your hands away from his grip.

"keep cryin', it's only making me harder princess," he grunts, tears continue to stream down your face. he pounds into you now hard and fast, you wish you could grab onto his shoulders or hair as he starts to hit that sweet spot.

"stop it! rafeeee" you whine, he shushes you by tossing the knife on the bed again and covering your mouth with his hand as he continues his assault on your cunt. "i should cum in you, knock you up so you won't ever be able to leave me." he breathes out, he lets go of your face and wraps that hand around your neck to bring you up to kiss your neck. "no! no no please pull out! please rafe!" you cry.

he lets go of your neck and throws you back down you your face hits the mattress again, he lets go of your wrists so you are now gripping your sheets. "you know that's the knife i used to stab your boyfriend? he begged like a little bitch. he didn't deserve you." he reaches a hand around to grab your pussy and pull you closer to him, then rubbing your throbbing clit.

"m'na cummm" you mewl, body giving into how he's touching you so roughly yet gently.

"i know baby, give it to me, all over my cock c'mon" he encourages with that tone, and feeling him so deep in you and hitting that spot your body goes numb. shutting your eyes tightly as hot white explodes in you making you feel like you are on a roller-coaster.

he grips your waist and with the other hand, he's lovingly brushing back your messy baby hairs due to your sweaty forehead. "atta girl, thereee, see? i knew you could be good for me." he thrusts once more hard and deep, shooting his thick hot load all up in you causing you to whine at the feeling and making him groan.

he pulls out of you, sticking his two fingers into your pussy to push his cum back in, then leaning in to bite your ass. you let out a little scream, he flips you on your back and grabs the knife, gripping your thigh he brings the knife over to carve a little RC into the meat of your thigh. you try not to thrash around but you do let out another little scream at the pain.

"yer' all mine now kid." he smiles, exhaustion taking over as you let out shaky breaths and let him lean in to press icky kiss to your lips. ᥫ᭡

[compact-turtle]

I'll listen to you next time. Okay? ~

Concept: Yandere Space Explorer x Gn Reader: Spicy Edition

Summary: Orion ignores your pleas to stay home and decides to follow you into the jungle.

TW: NS//FW, finger/ing, dub-con?, biting, general yandere stuff, riding, just being horny yk

Word count: 1.4k

Note: I'm like a thousand followers late but here's the first part of the thousand (now 2 thousand?!?!) follower celebration I promised!! I plan on breaking it up into 3 different posts for each character. First will be Orion, then Ivar and Atticus last!

Entry Date XX-XX-XXX Y/n has begun hoarding large amounts of food lately. No preference for food in the pile with the exception of Aishi flowers. Behavior lately has been erratic. Body language suggests uneasiness and anxiety. They’ve instructed me to stay in the hut for a few days while they leave on a journey. They brought all the Aishi flowers with them along with half the food pile. In order to understand their behavior, I am choosing to ignore their request and will follow them. I have- 

"Oh fuck” Orion whispered as he finally noticed how lifeless the jungle had suddenly become. 

He was utterly absorbed in finishing his journal entry, neglecting to watch his surroundings despite your repeated warnings. Orion couldn't determine how long the forest had been silent. 

He quietly packed up his items, his heart pounding and his breath quickening.

It's fine. You were pretty close. You were just a few hundred feet inside a nearby cave that he'd tracked you down to. 

 Keep calm. Orion reminded himself multiple times as his feet picked up the pace. His eyes caught a glimpse of something purple stalking him. 

No more calm. 

Orion booked it. He clutched his satchel tightly while weaving through the jungle. Roots nearly tripped him. The jungle began to blur into a confusing tapestry of blue, green, and every other color. 

Suddenly, he was pinned to the ground. Its sharp teeth flashed, and a disgusting smell wafted into his nose. 

"GET OFF ME" Orion yelled as he attempted to kick the beast off him. 

The kick did very little to harm it. At most, he probably annoyed the creature. The beast growled and opened its mouth wider. 

Something pushed the giant beast off him just as it was about to take a bite. The beast staggered back in shock. A large howl escaped the beast.

You jumped on top of it with a blade in your head. You quickly shoved your blade into the side of the beast. Cries of pain echoed from it as he watched you take the knife out of its neck. It shook you off its back, and you fell onto the ground. Quickly, it ran into the jungle. 

"WHY YOU HERE? SUPPOSED TO STAY HOME!" You screamed at him. Your body was sluggish as it dragged itself off the ground.

"I wanted to make sure you were doing okay! You've been acting so weird lately and-." 

"Go home. Now." 

Without looking back, you slowly walked into a nearby cave. Orion tip-toed behind you into the cave, trying not to upset you any further. A makeshift leaf curtain door covered the entrance. The cave was small and had a dead end. A pile of aishi flowers was littered around with a musk smell.

You immediately collapsed onto the flower when you walked in. Your body giving up as it pushed itself past the limit. Orion rushed over to you. At first, he assumed you were injured in the fight with the predator.

His eyes darted in surprise when he realized you were bare. He pulled you into his arms with your back facing him. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you buried yourself in his arms. It took Orion a few seconds to understand what was wrong with you. A small smile snaked itself way onto his lips. 

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I didn't know it was your heat and mating season! You should've said something to me. I would've helped you. "Orion said sweetly as he traced his finger down your back. You gave a soft mew and shuddered underneath his touch. 

"Nooo. Give me flowers. I eat." You cried, trying to fight him. "I need it!"

Orion reached over and gently fed you a flower. Your body began to cool down, and your mews died down. The sensitivity is fading away. A look of soberness slowly leaked into your eyes. 

Hm. No wonder you were collecting these so much. They were meant to suppress your heat. Still, you didn't need the flowers now that he was here to assist you. He snatched the flower from your hand. You whined as he took it away. 

Orion resumed teasing your body. His finger stopped at the base of your tail. He wrapped his fingers around it, following its length until the tip. He marveled at the flexibility of your tail as it wrapped around his arm in pleasure. The fur underneath his skin was soft like the blankets in your room. 

 When his fingers reached the end, he circled them around it and toyed with it. Tiny trembles reverberated through your body. You began to pant more. Drool slipped over the side of your mouth, and a flushed color began to paint your skin.

"Does it feel good? Am I a good boy helping you?" 

"Nooooo. Stop. No touch," You babble incoherently. 

"Hm? It doesn't feel good here. I'm so sorry. Let me try somewhere else." Orion apologized teasingly while he nibbled on your ear.  

His finger began to trail down lower from your tail. Gently, he pried your legs apart. He slowly slipped his finger inside you. You writhed when Orion pushed it in. Your tail curled up, and your eyes glazed over in pleasure. 

Your hole was wet as it ached for him. It wrapped around his finger as he pushed in and out of it. Wet slick coating the entire finger. The sensation of your hole was exhilarating with the pressure around it as he added another finger. As his fingers curved inside you, the feeling intensified around him. He shivered in bliss as your back arched, trying to make the fingers go in deeper. 

Your voice echoed through the cave. He listened as you mewed out small chirps and cries. He adjusted your head and began to suck on your tongue. Greedily, he relished the taste of your mouth. The taste of your mouth was so sweet, like honey. It brought him pure bliss, and he was almost ready to explode. 

His cock ached and was sore inside his pants. He began to grind on your back, desperate for release. He lapped at your tounge and it felt like he'd drank ambrosia from the gods. Every drop dripped from his mouth straight into his very essence. He couldn't take it anymore as he rubbed himself into your back.

Suddenly, you ripped your lips off of him. A throbbed headache resounded as you pushed him on the floor. His fingers leave your tight hole. 

He watched you get on top of him. You sat on top of him, and your tail pinned his hands to the ground. You tore off his pants. His cock managed to spring free. He moaned as you tried to sit down on him. Your body desperately tries to take his entire length. You shifted and shuffled in various directions, trying to make it fit. 

Finally, your walls managed to take him in. You slicked up his dick with your nectar and pushed it inside yourself deeper. He groaned at how tight you were inside. It almost felt suffocating. Still, he adored the way you devoured him, and was still ravenous for more.

"Can I finish inside you? Please, please, please, let me," Orion begged as you moved your hips, "You feel too good. I'll do whatever you want. Just let me finish in you." 

"No. Ri, not listen to me. Bad boy today." You said through gasps.

You leaned down and bit his neck as punishment for even asking that. Something in him broke. He knew it was too soon. You just put it inside, and he wanted to fill you up. 

He tried to listen and hold back. However, the image of you full of him pushed him over the edge. Your belly filled with him to the brim. Your sweet slick mixed with his salty seed. Your delicate skin is stained with his dirty white liquid. Afterward, you'd lift yourself up and spill the extra fluid your hole couldn't contain. 

A slight whine escaped your lips as Orion made his fantasy a reality. He painted your walls white and moaned as you took it all in. He couldn't help it. Listening to you call him a bad boy while riding him was too much. 

"I'm sorry for not listening to you today. Let's do it again, and I'll listen to you this time. Okay?" 

[barblaz-arts]

I know you've been making a lot of art of it lately, but out of curiosity, what's your opinion on Hazbin Hotel in general? I'm referring to both the show and the fandom here. Just curious.

God. What a loaded question. Are you ready? Bcuz I'm fresh from Vaggie discourse on twitter and I have a lot to say.

I think that Hazbin Hotel seems worse than it is for people who know the fandom but haven't actually watched the show. Honestly, I think it's a fine show. It isnt super incredible and I'm not gonna sing praises about how deep and thought provoking it is or whether it's an artistic masterpiece. It never tried to be that and was never advertised as such(to my knowledge) anyway. I just had a lot of fun. Like, yeh sure the cussing in the dialogue can be a bit much, especially in ep 1, but there are different writers in other episodes, so it gets better. It can be super crude yeh, but I grew up watching things like the Scary Movie franchise and other dumb american movies (yes, i was too young for them. yes, i still watched them), so it's pretty tolerable for me. It also helps that Charlie is the main character. That's one of the main reasons why I watch HH but dont watch HB. It's probably a fun show, but without a sweetheart like Charlie to balance things out, I'd just get tired of the sex jokes and mean jokes.

Compared to my last hyperfixation, I think I have more things to love about Hazbin Hotel, believe it or not. With Netflix's Wednesday, I had already been an Addams Family fan for a while and hung on because I loved the family and eventually Enid and wenclair. The show itself was honestly meh... so far! I'll give season 2 another shot.

But with Hazbin Hotel, it catered to a lot of things I've always loved. Found family with a bunch of misfits? We didnt get to see it much bcuz of the fuckass 8-ep per season format we have nowadays, but its fine its there! The juxtaposition of a kind hearted woman in a harsh world? Love love Charlie for that, I watched the show in the first place because of her. A canon lesbian lover with a "fuck the world cuz my world is you" type of love for the protag? Fuck yes. How very Pearl-from-Steven-Universe of Vaggie. And the music? The music is soooo good. I didn't know the songwriter prior to watching, so I was nervous about the songs, but I knew most of the theater actors they cast(still cant believe Jeremy fucking Jordan is Lucifer) so I figured even if the songs are mid, at least the performances would be topnotch. And they were! But the songs were a pleasant surprise. Sam Haft did real damn well. I still listen to the soundtrack to this day.

The fandom, however, is probably the worst one I've been in. And I've been in a lot in my big age... Just... lacking media literacy, and based on the replies I get when I say something on twitter, it seems a lot of them lack reading comprehension and just plain emotional intelligence too.

There's a lot of criticisms about this show that I honestly think is fair. Pacing, character design, overuse of the F word, whatever. But in my opinion, claiming that Hazbin is a male-centered show is an unfair misconception that is mostly the fault of the fandom.

Bcuz, sure, the male characters are uber popular. Alastor, Vox, Lucifer, Angel Dust and the many web of ships they're involved in went trending every few business days. But come on now. How often does a fandom even have their main protag as the most talked about character? This has been going on for ages. Just because the boys have the most merch and fics and fanarts and thirsty fans doesn't mean that they had the spotlight for most of the show itself. It only meant that they were the ones the viewers paid attention to, in a fandom filled with people drooling over the next tumblr sexyman and toxic yaoi ship of the month.

But if you actually look back at what the show gave us so far, the boys didnt outshine the women. I actually think the women got to do more and be more as characters than the men did. Let's take a look at the male characters.

Alastor was not in all the episodes. In fact, he was MIA in two out of the eight episodes. In all the episodes he was in, he was a mere side character. His purpose in season one was to stir the pot and be the intriguing mystery that occasionally quips. But he was not the one whose deeper thoughts were explored and whose character and goals was challenged THROUGHOUT the show, merely alluded to at the VERY END of the season, which is hardly him taking the spotlight away from Charlie. If you merely looked at the fan content of him, you'd think he were a father figure to Charlie(or a love interest. whatever) and that he has developed a soft spot for the Hazbins deep down in that cannibal heart of his. But if you pay attention to the show, he never had even a meaningful one on one conversation with the Hazbins. The only time that happened is when (a)he threatened Husk's life (b)when he constantly mocked Charlie while she was down in the dumps and used this as an opportunity to manipulate her and (b)when he told Niffty watching the crew sure can "make one sentimental", even tho he had taken no prior opportunity to bond with them! There's no foundation for all the fandom's claims that he could be redeemed bcuz of a budding fondness for the group, but that's all you see of his fan content(aside from the horniness). I dont have any problem with his lack of an actual relationship with the Hazbins bcuz I believe redemption for him is not what the show is going for, but it's frustrating to see people interpreting it that way BUT not seeing how horridly developed it would be if that is the case, meanwhile they turn around and say that Vaggie and Chaggie as a ship "had terrible development".

Then we have the male Vees. Vox was only ever in episode two, and was essentially a youtube reactor in episode 8. He was in ep 4 but had no speaking lines. We only know of his obsession with Alastor and the toxic relationship he has with Val. Val, meanwhile, is merely shown as the sex obsessed fiend behind Hell's sex industry and Angel's abuse. They did what they needed to do with minimal screentime. It was fine, but that's IT. Despite what little CANON gave so far, you have hundreds of people writing essays and fics and fanarts about them being complicated characters. But to reiterate, this does not mean that they are bad characters or that they don't deserve the fame. But to say that these men are better written within canon than the women is such a bold statement when most of the depth they knew of these characters were lore drops given before the show and their own speculations as they dug into the shallow soil of what the show has so far.

I'm not gonna speak about Angel and Lucifer. Because I think they were characters who were legitimately well-explored so far.

Now onto the women. So many of them were given the opportunity to have their characters challenged or given the agency to push characters and the plot forward or give you intrigue about implications of what's to come for the characters and the plot. I've talked a lot about Charlie and Vaggie. So let me talk about the other, terribly underrated women of Hazbin.

Velvette and Carmilla were the ones who advanced the subplot in the war against Heaven. Because of Carmilla's love for her family despite being a demon, an angel was killed. It gave Heaven the excuse to escalate things, but it also gave Charlie hope later on in the season that they're not powerless. Carmilla was also the first demon shown to make selfless actions that is contrary to what is expected of demons, making it proof that Charlie's belief that demons deserve a second chance isn't unwarranted. She's an interesting character, as an overlord who hangs on to power but clearly has morals. But how often do you see people writing essays about her? Eating up the fact that she's a powerful overlord but would sacrifice anything for her daughters? If Carmilla were a man, hundreds of girlies would be drooling over the crime boss who has a soft spot for his daughters.

Meanwhile, Velvette got to demonstrate why exactly she's an Overlord despite being the youngest demon in there. She's calculating and observant. She gives off a haughty vibe and constantly boasts about how she's young and fresh, but she isn't naive. During that meeting, she paid attention to Carmilla and Zestial's relationship. In order to find out who killed the angel, she riled everyone up, and when she got the feeling it was Carmilla, she mocked Zestial so that Carmilla could slip up. By playing these Overlords who are older and more experienced than her, Velvette showed what exactly her asset was to the Vees and why she's a threat, something that Vox and Val have yet to be given the opportunity to do when they were busy eye-fucking Alastor and literally fucking Angel. But in fan content about the Vees, Velvette is almost treated as an after thought to the boys...

Then we have the Seraphs. Not only were their designs gorgeous, their dynamic and presence as characters had impact to the plot and main characters.

Emily is a much needed character to show that this story isn't meant to tell you that Heaven = bad; Hell = good. There is good and bad in both, and it is so important for the protags to know that they have an ally in Emily who represents the true virtues that heaven is supposed to uphold. And I love the confrontation she had with Sera when her own view of what's right and good was challenged. We got to see the strength of her character and started the seeds of what could be heaven's acceptance of Charlie's goals.

Sera is such an interesting character to me. She was also important to show that not all angels were sadistic like Adam and Lute, but not in the same way Emily was. I have no idea so far which direction this show would go with her. But I'm intrigued by the fact that she seems to be driven by fear, unlike Adam and Lute's cruelty. She knew Lucifer and was there when he was cast out for his disobedience. Whether everything she's doing is to prevent that from happening again remains to be seen, and I'm looking forward to this kind of subplot for her.

And then Rosie! I really really look forward to seeing more from her. Spoilers aside, something I barely see people talk about is how interesting it is that Rosie is every bit the leader that Charlie hopes to be. Rosie is able to be a respected overlord in her own faction without needing to sacrifice her love for showmanship and music and her positive disposition. When we were officially introduced to her, they show how she seems to care about actually taking care of her people, not JUST ordering them around, by talking to them personally and giving advice. That's exactly what Charlie wanted to do for her people, isn't it? The hotel to Charlie was what the emporium was to Rosie. They have a lot of similarities that could set up for Rosie to be the one to teach Charlie in becoming a leader. Now whether that's a good thing or a bad thing remains to be seen, but it is rather compelling.

So yeah! With all that said, I really dont think this show ignores its women at all. Just because a bigger part of the fandom gravitated towards the men doesn't necessarily mean its a misogynistic show so far. But if certain people are claiming that the women are badly written, then I hope they also own up to the fact that their blorbos are just as shallowly presented within the show, maybe even more so. Which wouldn't even be a bad thing! Since when did a show or character have to be amazingly written for a person to like them? That's just no fun at all. All I'm saying is... Fuck this fandom's double standards, hiding behind claims that it's the writing's fault when the problem is they couldn't be bothered to think about the women.

[cutielando]

surprise | drew starkey

synopsis: in which Drew surprises you at one of your races

a/n: based on this request!

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"I miss you" you whispered into the phone, your eyes stuck on the hotel room ceiling.

"I miss you too, darling" Drew's voice echoed through the phone, bringing a sad smile to your face.

The room was silent, the buzz of the track long gone as the late hours of the night rolled around.

The city lights of Abu Dhabi illuminated your dark room, casting a cold glow over your body.

The final race of the season was finally there, and you were so excited to finally finish the season on a high.

But still, something wasn't quite right.

Drew wasn't there with you.

He had to do some interviews for his new movie, "Queer", and couldn't attend the race. But even though you understood the demands of his job, you couldn't help the sadness that settled in the pit of your stomach.

"I wish you were here with me" you said, absentmindedly playing with the necklace he had given you for your 2 year anniversary.

Drew sighed, missing you just as much as you were missing him.

But slightly less, because he had booked a flight to come and see you as early as tomorrow, right before the race started.

"I know, I wish I was there with you to watch you be crowned World Champion" he said, teasing you a little with a smile on his face.

You laughed, knowing he was right.

After an amazing season, filled with multiple victories and even more podiums, you would finally be crowned World Champion after tomorrow's race.

Drew knew very well that becoming World Champion had been your dream ever since you were a little girl. It was precisely the reason why he had decided to reschedule his interviews and fly out to be with you during this moment in your career.

He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when you'd see him.

"Isn't it late over there?" Drew asked, after a few seconds in which neither of you said anything.

You looked over at the clock on your bedside table, the numbers illuminating 2:32 am.

"Yeah, it's half past 2 in the morning" you said, the tiredness of the full day slowly starting to catch up to you.

Drew huffed, knowing that you have to get some rest for tomorrow.

"You should get some rest, love. You need to be focused for tomorrow" he said, his voice soft.

You sighed, knowing he was probably right, but at the same time, you didn't want to hang up.

You wanted to keep talking to him, no matter what.

"But we barely had time to talk today" you said, your voice small.

Drew knew how sad you were, but he also knew you needed an incentive to actually start thinking about you and the race ahead.

He sighed, a smile tugging at his lips as he stood in the airport first-class bathroom, hoping you wouldn't pick up on the chatter outside the doors and realize he wasn't home where he was supposed to be.

"I know, and I'm sorry. But you know how it is, we're both busy right now. We'll see each other when you get back, and we'll make up for lost time. But you need to focus on tomorrow so you can show everyone just how amazing you are and win this championship" he said, his heart squeezing at the fact that he's going to see you soon enough.

You groaned, burying your face into your pillow.

Despite not wanting to admit it, you knew he was right. The tiredness from the day was catching up with you, your eyelids now heavy and your limbs sore.

"Okay. You're right. Talk in the morning?" you asked, your voice tired, but hopeful.

Drew chuckled, which warmed your heart and made it long with desire to see him soon.

"Yeah, text me when you wake up. I love you, good luck tomorrow" he said, his voice warm.

"I love you too" you said, your voice drowsy.

Drew smiled as he waited on the phone for a couple more minutes, listening to your breathing get slower and slower until he was sure you had fallen asleep.

He whispered a quiet 'I'll see you tomorrow' and blew you a kiss before he finally hung up, stuffing his phone in his pocket as he went back to the main lounge, counting down the minutes until his flight would take off and he would be a step closer to getting to Abu Dhabi.

A step closer to seeing you.

♡♡♡♡♡

Morning rolled around, your alarm blaring throughout the spacious hotel room.

You groaned as you stretched your arm and blindly tried to find your phone, desperate to get a little more sleep.

“Where the fuck is it” you grumbled under your breath, lifting your head to search for your phone through bleary and sleepy eyes.

Once you finally got a hold of your phone, you immediately disabled your alarm, falling backwards against the pillows once again.

You were tired, your limbs felt heavy, your eyelids were refusing to stay open for more than a couple of seconds at a time.

Maybe staying up late to talk to Drew wasn't your brightest idea, especially before a big race like Abu Dhabi.

After spending a couple of more minutes with your eyes closed, you finally decided to get up and start the day.

Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you unlocked it and quickly texted Drew a good morning text.

You frowned a little when there was no reply from him, seeing as he usually always responded to you as quickly as he could.

Shrugging it off, you slowly got ready and met up with your personal trainer to make your way to the track.

Still frowning because Drew hasn’t texted you at all.

"Have you heard from Drew today? I texted him this morning but he hasn't replied to any of my texts" you asked Lizzie, your personal assistant.

Lizzie stilled for a moment, but quickly recovered and shook her head, giving you a sympathetic smile.

Unbeknownst to you, she knew about Drew's plans to surprise you, and knew he was currently on a flight to Abu Dhabi.

"No, sorry. I'm sure he's just caught up with interviews and doesn't have his phone on him" she said, at which you nodded.

Maybe she was right.

Or maybe she was downright lying and he was currently minutes away from landing in Dubai.

Only time will tell.

♡♡♡♡♡

"You're due in the car in 15 minutes" Lizzie announced as she stuck her head in your driver's room.

You smiled at her and thanked her, turning your attention back to your phone. You sighed, opening the iMessage app for what felt like the thousandth time in the past hour.

Drew still hadn't texted you, which was really nothing like him to not be in touch for so long.

What if something had happened to him? What if he got into an accident or something? What if he needed your help and you had no idea where he was?

Dozens of dark thoughts were clouding your mind, each more somber and dangerous than the previous one.

Where was he? Why wasn’t he answering you?

Your fingers were hovering over your keyboard once again, thinking about sending Drew just one more text before you really started freaking the fuck out.

But just as you were about to start typing out a message, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Yes?" you called out, your eyes fixated on the door.

There was no answer, but the door slowly started to open.

And then, your whole demeanor perked up instantly. There, standing in the doorway of your driver's room, in Abu Dhabi, was Drew in the flesh.

He sported a wide smile as he stood there, a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers clutched in his arms.

Tears started welling up in your eyes as your eyes found his, looking at you with so much love and longing for all the weeks you had spent apart until now.

"Please tell me I'm not dreaming right now" you said, your bottom lip trembling and your voice croaked with emotion.

Drew smiled and hung his head low, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

"I'm here, baby" his husky voice filled the small room, and that was it for you.

You quickly stood up and practically launched yourself in his arms, your head filled with nothing but love and gratitude for the man standing right in front of you.

Your head was buried in the crook of his neck, and you were inhaling his scent, that scent that could make you weak in the knees in no more than a second.

His arms were holding onto you tightly, the flower bouquet now completely forgotten about laying on the floor next to your little sofa.

"I missed you so much" you whispered, squeezing your eyes and letting the tears fall on his shoulder.

"Shh, I'm here now" he cooed, cradling the back of your head with his big hand.

The feeling couldn't be put into words, no matter how hard you would try. You had missed him so much, missed having him close to you, missed sleeping beside him every single night, missed his kisses and his lingering soft touches.

You had missed everything about him.

"I hope you know you're in trouble for not answering my texts all day and making me worried sick about you" you mumbled, your voice muffled by the collar of his jacket.

Drew laughed, his chest rumbling against yours.

"I know, I'm sorry" he said, kissing a spot beneath your ear, which had his breath tickling the side of your exposed neck.

You didn't even care that you had to be in the car in now probably less than 5 minutes.

The car could wait.

You were too focused on Drew to care about anything else.

But another knock on the door seemed to want to ruin your plans completely.

"Who is it?" you called out, still holding onto Drew tightly, not ever wanting to let him go.

"It's me" Lizzie called out from outside your room. "I'm sorry to break you guys up, but we need you in the car, the race is starting in 10 minutes" she said, which made you internally groan.

For a split second, it had felt like the race could be forgotten. That you could just skip everything you had to do that day now that Drew was with you.

But reality was knocking on your door (in the form of Lizzie) and telling you that it didn't quite work like that.

You still had a championship to win.

"Go, I'll be in the garage cheering you on" Drew said, pecking your cheek before slowly unwrapping his arms from your waist.

"Thank you for coming here. I love you" you said, taking his hand in your hands and pressing your lips against his.

The kiss told him everything that you couldn't put into words. How much you had missed him, how much you loved him and how grateful you were that he was there with you.

"I love you too. Now go, before your engineers have my head for making you late" he said as soon as you pulled away, giving your ass a small pat as he shooed you out of the room.

You smiled cheekily at him and took your helmet, pecking his lips one more time before you followed Lizzie to your car.

Let the show begin, you thought.

♡♡♡♡♡

You didn’t even remember how you had managed to finish the race due to the tears that had been streaming down your face from the final 5 laps of the race.

And then when you finally crossed the finish line in first place, you couldn’t remember ever feeling so happy and emotional because of a race ever before.

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins as the reality of being world champion started to settle in your mind, but your mind was focused on one thing and one thing only.

Seeing Drew.

As soon as you parked the car in front of the “1st place” sign, you jumped up and ran straight to him, waiting for you with your team at the barriers.

You scrambled to get out of the car as soon as you possibly could, desperate to throw yourself in his arms and finally let your emotions run wild.

"Drew!" you yelled out as soon as you got out of the car, abandoning your helmet and balaclava somewhere on the floor.

You broke out into a run, ignoring every single camera or reporter that had been waiting for you.

Drew smiled and jumped over the barriers, outstretching his arms just at the right time as you crashed into him, your hands wrapping tightly around his neck and your head resting on his shoulder.

“I’m so proud of you” he whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek and cradling the back of your head.

You chuckled and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of being with Drew after you had just achieved the biggest milestone of your career.

“Thank you for being my lucky charm” you said quietly, squeezing him a tad tighter than before.

Drew smiled and pulled away from the hug, cupping your face in his hands and crashing his lips against yours.

It was a messy kiss, very rushed and sweaty, but neither of you really cared at that point. Just being with each other was enough in that moment, nothing else mattered except the two of you in the middle of the busy post-race paddock.

And with flashes going off all around you, you let yourself be carried away by your boyfriend, basking in the glory of having just made history.

And having Drew by your side while doing it.

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You quietly groaned as you heard the bedroom door creak open, a sign that George had finally returned home after a long and tiring triple header. Normally, you and your daughter, Juliette, would have attended at least one race before the end of the season - Despite her only being 2 years old, Juliette loved watching her dad race.

With your daughter finally sound asleep in your arms, you could only hope that she was sound enough to not hear the noise of her father coming come.

But George had known something was wrong when neither of you were awake to greet him as you normally were. He had guessed that both you and your young daughter had become ill when you burst into tears when he FaceTimed the two of you before he had boarded his flight back to Monaco.

"Hey," He greeted you softly, kneeling beside your bed to come face to face with you, your daughter's sleeping form slightly obscuring your face from George's view. He didn't mind though, Juliette was just as beautiful as you were - He was unsure of how he'd gotten so lucky to have two such beautiful girls in his life.

"Hey, sorry, we were just really tired," George would never say it out loud, but you sounded awful, blocked up and congested. "We saw your race, you did so well, my love," He smiled widely, here you were, sick and still looking after Juliette, yet still making the effort to watch your lover and his passion.

"Thank you." He pushed some of your hair away from your face gently, feeling your forehead with the back of his hand, frowning at how hot you felt.

"I'm sorry the house is such a mess," You looked away from him shamefully, you felt like it was one of the main jobs of a stay at home mom to keep your house clean and tidy, yet here it was, looking like a tornado had stormed through.

"it's okay, love, I can sort it out," George assured you, frowning as Juliette stirred and whimpered, slowly opening her groggy eyes to try and pinpoint the familiarity of the voice in front of her. "Hello princess." George spoke to her gently, placing his hand on her small, chubby cheek.

"Daddy," She spoke groggily, coughing and sputtering as she fully woke up. George frowned, but took the sick toddler out of your arms, aiming to give you at least some sort of break from your sick child. "Huh? mama?" Juliette whined, weakly struggling in George's arms as she reached back for you.

"Shshsh, it's okay love, Daddy's got you, okay? Mama's sick so she needs to get some rest," The father explained to the small girl in his arms, rubbing her back to try and soothe her. "You're gonna have a bath, and then you can get into nice clean pyjamas and I'll get you nice and cosy in bed, okay?" Juliette nodded, enjoying the sound of her father's plan.

It didn't take long for George to get Juliette settled. He sat with her until she fell asleep, making sure that she knew that he was there. He placed a small kiss on her forehead as he left her to sleep, smiling as he remembered that the small girl was his and yours. Juliette was a symbol of the love that you and George had for each other, a little person that was made up of all the best parts of you and the best parts of George - In your eyes, she was perfect. This was when he didn't mind taking over the housework, he knew how much you did for him and Juliette, how much you sacrificed to bring your daughter into the world - He knew that you deserved to rest as much as Juliette did, so he would take over your housework - Dishes, laundry, grocery shopping.

He somehow had it all done before you had woken up, shuffling quietly into the living room to see George in the kitchen, lingering over the stove as he heat up some of yours and Juliette's favourite soup.

"George?" He turned, smiling sadly as he saw how miserable and achy you looked.

"Hi love, why don't you go sit down? Or, or! I can draw you a bath, change the sheets and put your pyjamas in the dryer so that they're warm for you coming out?" George offered you, making your heart swell - This was when you knew that you picked the right man to be the father of your child.

[misfit0789]

The Night Before Forever

Kyra Cooney-Cross

Summary: R tells her sister of her plans for when Kyra gets home from Arsenal's pre-season trip.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: None just fluff.

Part 1, Part 2

This is the first part of the KCC fic that won the poll. I will warn the second part won't be as fluffy. Just remember this is the one y'all voted for 😈 I'm not sure when, but hopefully, I'll have the second part out by the end of the year.

Y/n POV

"Y/n/n!!" I turn and get down on one knee to greet my niece holding my arms out and wrapping them around her as she jumps on me.

"Harps!!" I stand and hold her close to me. I glace over her shoulder sending my sister and her wife a smile receiving one in return. "How have you been? Are you being a good big sister to Koby?" I ask when she pulls back. She nods eagerly as I turn balancing Harper on my hip and grab one of the bags from Katrina, when she and Clara had reached us.

"The best! Mama and RaRa said I'm the best big sister!" She exclaims. I smile, pressing kiss to her head as she starts telling me what she's been doing to help her mom and Clara with the baby as the adults  I turn to look at her when she's gone quiet and notice her fast asleep on my shoulder. I chuckle and nudge my older sister.

"I still have that effect on her," I say as Katrina looks over at me and her daughter before chuckling.

"You have that effect on everyone. No one can sit with you during a movie or show without falling asleep on your shoulder. It's like you exert some kind of sleep drug." Katrina scoffs, I shrug and set her bag down next to my car. I dig in my pocket for my keys and click the unlock button before reaching to open the boot, Harper balanced in my arms.

"I'm just that good of a cuddler." I smile, picking up her bag and placing it in before moving to the drivers side and opening the back door to settle Harper in the car seat I keep there. I click the buckles into place and gently shut the door to keep her asleep before moving to help Clara put the rest in the car.

"I can attest to that," Clara says, causing Katrina to look at her in shock, as she bounces to keep Koby asleep. "What? You knew when I first got pregnant  that she would come over and help me watch Harper when you were at practice before you got hurt. There were many times where she'd be sitting with me on the couch and Harper was playing or napping and as soon as she sat down it was like a switch was flipped and I was asleep on her shoulder." She explains pulling the boot door down once we got their bags in. I nod in agreement.

"It's true, you should see how quick Ky falls asleep on me during movie nights. I blink and she's passed out on my shoulder." I walk over to the driver's side, looking at Clara and Katrina, smiling as the two work together to get Katrina in the middle seat before both buckle Koby into the seat I installed once I knew they were on their way back from Australia. I buckle my seat belt as Clara opens the passenger door getting in and doing hers as well.

"You and that pest are unfortunately very cute together. How is she?" Katrina asks, making eye contact with me through the rearview mirror. I quickly look away trying to hide the blush on my face. "Ooh spill,"

"Spill what?" I question, refusing to make eye contact as I start driving us to her and Clara's apartment.

"Why you are blushing as hard as you are when I bring up Kyra." Katrina asks leaning forward in her seat. I glance at her in the mirror when I stop at a light.

"No reason," I inwardly curse when my voice jumps an octave.

"You're lying!" she whisper yells so she doesn't wake the kids sleeping on either side of her. I sigh, "You're voice always jumps like that when you lie, has since you were little, now spill!"

"I'm going to propose to Kyra after she gets back from Arsenal's preseason tour in the States," I whisper hoping neither one heard me but judging by the gasps I hear from them both that's not the case.

"Really?!?" Katrina yells out, completely disregarding her prior concern for keeping quiet causing Clara to shush her.

"You'll wake the kids!" She whisper shouts reaching back to smack Katrina on the head causing her to wince in pain. "But that's wonderful news Y/n!! You and Kyra were made for each other!!" Clara whispers resting her hand on my arm. I glance at her giving her a grateful smile before turning back to the road ahead to make the last turn to their apartment.

"You really think so?" I ask glancing at Clara as she nods.

"Of course! You two balance each other out perfectly. You’re the calm to Kyra's storm," She whispers. I turn to give her a quick smile before turning into their buildings parking lot. I turn off the engine before getting out of the car. I open the boot and grab their bags while my sister and her wife each get one of the kids out of the car. I meet them at the door to their apartment and wait as Mini unlocks the door, balancing Koby on her hip. Unsurprisingly Harper had woken up and is sleepily leaning into Clara's side as Clara runs her fingers through Harper's hair. I smile softly at the sight.

Once the door is open I allow the couple to walk in first with the kids before I follow them inside.

"Where do you want your bags Kat?" I ask stopping just inside the door. She turns from placing Koby in his rocker.

"I can take them. We have to do a load of laundry tomorrow anyway so I'll sort them now." She moves to grab the bags from me before walking out of the room. I turn to see Clara sitting on the couch, Harper curled up on her lap asleep.

"It seems I'm not the only one with powers," I chuckle taking a seat on the chair opposite Clara and Harper.

"Haha no, she's still on the after effects of your power," Clara answers softly, running her hand along Harper's back to keep her asleep, so she won't be cranky in the morning as their plane had landed after 9 pm.

"So, the clothes are ready to be washed, I didn't run the load yet since it's so late but I'll run it in the morning. Y/n/n you're staying the night right? I know it can be lonely with the pest still in the States until tomorrow night." Katrina asks standing behind the couch where Clara is seated with Harper, her hands resting on Clara's shoulders. I shrug looking at the family.

"If you don't mind I will. I have to make the drive to the airport again tomorrow to grab Ky and a couple of the other girls anyway and your apartment is closer than mine and Ky's." I answer. I grab my phone when it buzzes in my pocket. "Hold on a second, Kyra is calling," I stand and make my way to the kitchen to talk to Kyra without waking the kids.

"Hi my love," I say as I answer the call. I see a black screen but hear some shuffling before Kyra's face fills my screen, a bright smile gracing her.

"Hi, baby. I miss you," she says now pouting. I give her a soft smile.

"I miss you too Ky, but you'll see me in person tomorrow night" She still continues to pout at me through the phone.

"But that's too far," she whines. I chuckle rolling my eyes fondly at her dramatics.

"You've made it this far, another 12 hours won't matter. We've spent longer apart before Ky. Besides our reunion will be that much sweeter," I wink, chuckling when I hear the gagging in the back along with Kyra's flushed face.

"I get you two are in love and haven't seen each other in a few days, but please no bedroom talk in my presence," Kyra adjusts her phone to show Alessia on the other bed in their hotel room with her phone in her hand.

"Haha I'm sorry Less, we'll keep the bed talk down…for now," I whisper at the end.

"I heard that!" Alessia calls, I smile innocently at the camera watching Kyra try and hide her own laugh.

"Sorry Less, I'll stop for real this time," I promise, sending Kyra a wink.

"Thank you!" She calls.

"How was your day baby?" Kyra asks, turning so her back is to Alessia, her head propped up on her arm.

"It was fine. I just got to Mini's. I was picking them up from the airport since they got back from visiting Mini and I's parents. Didn't I tell you?" I question confused.

"You did, that's why I called when I did. Your location showed you at Mini's," Kyra laughs. I join in.

"What are you stalking me?" I question in a joking tone.

"No baby, I missed you and knew I couldn't call until you weren't driving, so I may or may not have been waiting to see you at Mini's," She shrugs continuing to laugh. I smile admiring her through the phone.

"Ky?" I question, she hums in response. "I love you," I say, she gives me a soft smile, her eyes twinkling with what I assume to be love.

"I love you too baby. Get some rest. If I know your sister she offered you to stay wit her for the night. Take her up on the offer. I'll feel better knowing your not sleeping home alone," She says her voice soft and loving, a contrast to her normal goofy behavior. I let out a sigh and nod.

"I will, good night Ky,"

"Good night Y/n/n. I'll see you tomorrow night," I nod and blow her a kiss through the phone. She pretends to catch it, pressing her hand to her lips causing me to smile. "I love you."

"I love you too," I say before reluctantly hanging up the call.

"Wow, I've never seen you like this with a girl before. Not even-"

"Please don't say her name," I cut Katrina off as she walks into the kitchen, "I'm happy with Kyra. I don't want to think about that bitch ever again." I say placing my phone in my pocket and turning to face my sister.

"Okay, okay. I won't say her name. But I want you to know I'm happy you moved on from her. You and Kyra make a great couple. And as much as she gets on my nerves at times, when you are around she seems almost tame." Katrina chuckles moving to stand next to me at the island, I nod, laughing along with her.

"Yeah, she's still her goofy lovable self but a little less chaotic. I miss that a bit with her but I don't love her any less." I say leaning back on the island, a love sick smile on my face. Katrina nudges my side leaning into me.

"What do you have planned for the proposal?" Katrina asks resting her head on my shoulder. I rest mine atop of hers.

"Nothing too fancy. You know Ky, she doesn't care for that kind of stuff. I was just going to make us a light dinner when we got home then propose before we went to bed. We'd be in pajamas and the whole thing would be chill and just…us." I explain smiling at the thought of finally making Kyra my wife.

"I'm proud of you Y/n/n. I can tell how much you both love each other. You deserve it after everything," Katrina whispers to me. I smile pushing her playfully causing her to let out a light laugh.

"Thanks Kat. You better go before you fall under my spell," I joke causing her to laugh again but pull away anyway. She moves to stand in front of me placing her hands on my shoulder to look me in the eye. I bend my knees to be able to look fully into her eyes so I don't strain my neck. I ended up with the height in the family. Katrina pushes me causing me to laugh but reach out to grab her so she doesn't go to far. "I'm sorry, you know I couldn't resist." She rolls her eyes but turns serious as she looks me in the eye. I stop laughing at the serious look on her face. "Sorry, go on," She takes a deep breath.

"I love you. She will say yes. You have nothing to worry about. I can tell you are nervous. There is no reason to be." She says. I nod giving her a grateful smile.

"I love you too. Thank you." I say pulling her into me wrapping her in a hug. I let out a deep breath relishing in the comfort my sister provides. Kat sensing I need it rubs her hand along my back.

"You never need to thank me. For anything. Except maybe for introducing you to your soon to be wife but we can discuss that later." She jokes. I laugh lightly shoving her away.

"You always know how to ruin a moment. Go to your wife and kids. I'm going to change and head to bed." I move towards the guest room knowing I had some clothes I've left here to change into.

"Good night kid, I promise she'll say yes." She calls as I reach the guest room door. I turn to her and nod.

"That's what I'm counting on. Good night Kat," I send her a smile before moving into the room and shutting the door behind me. I take a deep breath sitting on the edge of the bed unlocking my phone to read a message from Kyra.

Ky ❤️‍🔥

Goodnight my love. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. I love you.

Y/n/n 💘

Goodnight baby. I can't wait either. I love you too. Sleep well.

I lock my phone and plug it in to charge on the night stand before changing into my night routine then get into bed, quickly falling asleep despite being full of a mix of nerves and excitement for what tomorrow will bring.

If only I was prepared for how tomorrow would turn out…

[raayllum]

Anyway I did my 2nd watch of the season after sleeping / with the end in mind and it totally worked for me, especially with the understanding that there is 30% of the story left (and thereby Callum and Rayla's arcs aren't Over and room for more growth/plot had to be left open) and watching with the ending in mind.

I'm not upset that this is where Arc 2 ends, in some ways because it's sort of like season 2 of Avatar where Zuko doesn't join the Gaang in their 2nd arc (book two) because from a character basis he really wasn't Ready to do that / they had more story to tell, so I don't think with what they're doing it would've made sense to rush it in TDP. Nor do I think any of the previous set up for other outcomes (i.e. possession fight, salvation, etc) were wasted. Merely that TDP likes to do layer upon layer, and also have foreshadowing come back once (so you think you're safe) and then twice. I also don't think that Arc 2 resolved all the threads (i.e. Rayllum and greater good conflict / Aaravos & Callum) and ended them, and instead nudged them forwards in interesting ways for continued future exploration. I'll probably write more about the specifics later if this post doesn't get unwieldy or condensed with them for now.

In the meantime, these were things that I found really clicked for me on my 2nd watch through for S7 and with Arc 2 in general:

1) Arc 2's overarching focus on the Archdragons / the finale resolution with it.

We had a focus every season on at least one of the archdragons, with Zubeia (S4-S7), Luna Tenebris mentions (S4-S6), Rex Igenous (S4), Domina Profundis (S5), Sol Regem (S5-S6), and Avizandum mentions (S4-S5).

With that in mind, while I'm sure Aaravos' intentions was for no one to know of his plans ahead of time (7x01)... his actions also led to Callum and co. making connections to all the other Archdragons that they could pull on to bring everyone back to Lux Aurea, and Aaravos could destroy them (with no real consequence to himself, as his spirit was now free and his body could reform), taking a massive swing at the Cosmic Council's grand order that'd been enforced by the archdragons. He said the elves and dragons would fall hard... and now the dragons have, with the Cosmic Council being next (and thinking that the real focus on the Cosmic Council would be predominantly in arc 3 was, I believe, the general fandom consensus anyway).

AARAVOS: Now this is familiar, isn't it? Hasn't this all happened before? Arrogant fools. Again and again you make the same mistakes. (7x09)

Suitably, though, the Archdragons sacrifice themselves to protect all of Xadia, making amends for past / previous actions in their own way (narratively). They upheld the Cosmic Order, and then chose to break it.

Now, Aaravos will be returning to a world where there are no archdragons, and the only thing that can destroy his mortal form again would be the Nova Blade or some dark magic spell to take his spirit (but more on that later).

This also caps off S7 being about the destruction caused by one Archdragon (Sol Regem) and then the salvation through sacrifice from the other four as the finale. It comes full circle, but without repeating the cycle.

It also seems like the Nova Blade hasn't actually ever been used, as Aaravos states in 7x07:

She could have used the blade to destroy me, but chose instead to help imprison me. To spare me.

Or if it has, it still has a massive consequence that Zubeia is familiar with (the wielderdies if it's used to kill someone?), given that she is worried when Zym (and Ez wielding the sword) appears, intending to use it:

I'll also talk a bit more about why I think Aaravos designed 7x09 to be a win-win scenario for him no matter what when I get to Callum's section, but in the meantime...

2) Rayla's arc

Listen, y'all know I wanted Rayla to save Callum, like a lot, and thought there was a good chance she would if he was possessed again. However, neither of those things happened (also circumstances were crazy) and it was built up throughout the seasons, as well as in S7:

RAYLA: We can't save everyone, Soren. There's too much at stake. (4x05) RAYLA: But I can't help you yet... because right now, the world needs me. Callum and Ezran need me. There's a great evil returning to Xadia and we have to stop it, at any cost. (5x01) RAYLA: It hurts me to know they're trapped like this. It's agonizing. But our mission comes first. The world is in danger, and you can trust me to stay focused. (5x04) RAYLA: No, Callum. I want to help my parents, but I won't let it bias me. (6x01)

The season 7 setup is most prominently seen in S7 during Rayla's trial, in which she emphasizes that the assassins' deaths were not in vain due to the subsequent impact on the world as a whole, and in how their assassin pledges were upheld in their own way:

Life is precious. life is valuable. We take it, but we do not take it lightly. All of your lives were taken. But your sacrifices, they weren't for nothing. Callisto, you pledged your breath for freedom and we freed ourselves from an awful, pointless war. Andromeda, you pledged your eyes for truth. And we found the truth, a truth that changed the world. Skor, you pledged your strength for honour, and now humans and elves have finally begun to treat each other with honour again. And... Ram. You pledged your blood for justice. But what is justice? The king died that night. A life for a life. Is that justice? How much suffering is enough to paid for the mistakes we've made? I don't have the answers. But I'll carry you with me, all of you, forever.

So it made sense for her assassin oath to come back in some manner ("My heart for Xadia"). She had to honour her team's sacrifices by being willing to make her own (killing Callum and herself by symbolic extension), partially because her and Callum's "ride or die" dynamic had become a "ride and die" dynamic": this was his plan and his choice, and the alternative was to let him succumb to a fate worse than death AND to let Aaravos destroy the world through his hands.

And I get why this feels kind of backwards, because on the one hand, it seems like Rayla made a lot of progress, even questioning the validity of her own suffering for mistakes she / choices others have made, which is Huge!

And yet she's willing to suffer, and sacrifice Callum. The paying the price motif is even brought back in Aaravos' dialogue with the archdragons ("And what will your sacrifices buy?"). So what gives?

Well, I think in a lot of ways Arc 2 was Rayla learning to accept and ask for help (S5-S6), that she wasn't alone (S4, S7), and working to come back every time she leaves (S4) but... still being prepared to leave:

and still with sharing or acknowledging her own burdens not being her instinct.

There's a reason we all went "Rayla refusing to sacrifice Callum would be Character Development" after all. I also think it's quasi-similar to Rayla leaving after S3. She had a lot of opportunities to learn that she didn't have to do everything alone in arc 1, but those lessons didn't stick; in a similar fashion, Rayla had opportunities throughout arc 2 to learn that she doesn't always have to sacrifice something, but with Callum being increasingly sacrificial... Those lessons were there, but didn't stick. The other side of her sacrifice arc is not resolved.

With that in mind, I wanna talk about our favourite dorky mage, and then maybe arc 3.

3) Aaravos' Grand Plan & Callum's Corruption

This is a little hard to parse out just because we don't know what Aaravos' next step / goal was in bringing about Eternal Night (presumably to get the attention of the Cosmic Council, but who knows). That said, a few things I'm chewing on:

Aaravos, as previously discussed, found the most effective way to rid the world of (presumably) every Archdragon other than Zym

Aaravos, for whatever reason, wanted Ezran to have the Nova Blade, which Aanya even sets up for us in 7x09

Aaravos knew all along that Callum would turn to dark magic to take him down.

AARAVOS: Very soon, your brother will embrace dark magic to save those he loves. EZRAN: I suppose you've seen that written in the stars? AARAVOS: I have seen it written in his eyes. (7x07)

Furthermore, he wanted to have Callum be corrupted again, gave him the apple in 7x01 as the first attempt. The apple corruption was lampshaded with "Is there anything I can do to help?" + identity/name motif. Aaravos was actively goading him into dark magic in 7x09, even when he knew there was an assassin ready to kill Callum (Runaan), and smiling even when Callum began the spell (once Rayla had stepped in).

As of S7, Callum has been called (and not disputed being at least partially) a dark mage, used Viren's staff and now has it in his possession (and we still don't know why it was never supposed to be used again), and has a white streak. The willingness to go that far "has always been a part of" him and is now permanently reflected in his character design.

Secondly, we know that Aaravos' game with his pawns is not over, due to the secrets of the cube being ongoing (but confirmation in 7x09 that it indeed points towards Elarion) and due to framing with Claudia.

While I did consider that maybe Callum's pawn intro imagery had come back around in the conversation in 7x06 featuring the cube so heavily (!!) and then Callum choosing to do dark magic to stop Aaravos and save everyone as his destiny ("The one I write myself")... He's still corrupted, Aaravos is still going to come back in 7 years with Callum as a vessel, and the Key to the Book (metaphorically to literally the Book of Destiny) is still unresolved.

TLDR; think about how much it'd Hurt in a Good Way for Callum and Rayla to both know she would've sacrificed him for the greater good (fulfilling her end of foreshadowing from 6x03) only to be smacked in the face that Callum refuses to sacrifice her in Arc 3 with the other side of his ("if you ever have to choose between me and the greater good...").

The fact that the Cube canonically points towards Elarion, which feature stories about "a fair exchange of beloved for beloved" after a season in which Aaravos mandates "Your beloved is an assassin who cannot kill" is just the cherry on top. It also means that both Callum and Rayla have accordingly hit the 50-75% wavelength of their arc(s), with us now having a definitive basis for her being willing to that sets up more clearly her being not willing to in the future, the circumstances we'd need for a possession fight re-established, and the cube beat still on the table because the cube itself is still waiting to be plot relevant.

Rayla always follows Callum's lead ("Say the word and I'll go back into that tower with you") and reflects him ("Who told you that?" "You did") and the lessons he teaches her about love. He'll pave the way, and she'll follow, and then their arcs will come to a close.

We just had to get here first.

Conclusion??

Anyway I hope you enjoyed, I want to do a bigger Arc 3 predictions post (the ruby project, Evrkynd, Claudia, Harrow, etc.) sometime soon, but I hope in the meantime this brought some potentially needed assurance, excitement, or another perspective to consider.

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I love Bombshell reader x Spencer so much !! But I wanna take it back to wayyy early days and see how they’d interact in season 1 or 2? Or maybe even how the Lila Archer situation would play out if she was around? Much love to you and you’re page and I understand if you don’t want to write this ask :)

tysm ♡ fem

Hotch, for the record, liked you for the open BAU position more than Elle. It's Gideon who's not fond of you. Your flirtatious attitude isn't conducive to teamwork, or something, as though you aren't a professional. Gideon just doesn't like sharing his genius protégé with you.

"I don't have to tell you to be on best behaviour?" Hotch asks.

"No!" you say, really, really meaning it. "When Greenaway gives up, I'll be waiting. Until then, I'm your faithful servant, I won't do anything to disrupt you." 

You're not sure that Hotch totally believes you, but he ushers you off with a street cop to meet Reid and Morgan at the set of your stalkee's upcoming production. You're wide-eyed but eager —seeing the boys again never fails to make you happy, even if the setting is completely unfamiliar to you. 

"Morgan!" you call lightly. He's easily recognisable, and he's been hitting the gym, a wall of tight muscle in his charcoal suit. "Hey!" 

Morgan grins at you but raises a finger to his lips. You accept his pat on the shoulder and follow his line of sight. Spencer stands with a coke bottle in hand, talking to your stalkee, the gorgeous and illustrious Lila Archer. She's the new belle of Hollywood, and she's smiling at Spencer like he has a real chance. He should have a real chance. You know he's a priceless sweetheart, you just didn't realise other people could tell. 

"What's he doing?" you ask, laying your shock on thick to hide the real insecurity. He doesn't even know you're here but he's breaking your heart. "I thought he had a little more loyalty." 

"You don't mind sharing with me, do you?" Lila asks, taking Spencer's coke for a quick swig.

"No," he says immediately. 

She passes him back his drink and unrobes, exposing the long, perfect lengths of her arms and legs before she walks a circle around him. He has stars in his eyes.

Morgan waits for her to take her place in the sand, swinging his arms over the desk. "Are you sharing with us, too?" 

"Shut up," Spencer says, stopping short when he notices you at Morgan's heel. "Y/N. What are you– when did you get here?" 

"I couldn't let you guys have all the fun." You cover Morgan's arm with a perfectly kept hand. "Hotch asked me to come. Didn't even have to beg! And now I get to spend time with my two favourite heavyweights." 

"Funny," Spencer says. 

"He's defensive today," Morgan assures you, his smile smug and catching. 

You test the waters. "Not too defensive, I hope," you say, opening your arms. 

Spencer tucks his coke bottle against his chest and hugs you obligingly. He's warm and he smells like coffee grounds, his hand wide as he pats your back. 

"It's nice to see you," you say. Then, with less good intent, "I missed you, Dr. Reid. Did you miss me?" 

"Don't," he says. 

"I'm serious." You pull away from him, checking over his face. "You've been taking care of yourself, I can see. Where are your glasses?" 

"I got contacts." 

"And you look so good," you croon, rubbing your hand briefly down the front of his chest. You'll miss the glasses dearly. 

Spencer laughs and grabs your wrist. You have to be careful with Spencer, because the very last thing you want to do is give him attention he doesn't want; the point of your affections isn't to make him uncomfortable, the opposite. He needs confidence. "You have the bone structure of a male model," you continue. 

He rolls his eyes and moves you bodily out of the way by the hips, wandering off to who knows where. Morgan gives you a knowing look as he leaves, shaking his head at your flustering. 

"What?" you mutter, pretending to watch the goings on of the director rather than meet his eyes, "I'm not made of stone."