#if honey is the star of the show then she must be in there I'm not saying otherwise

[changelingcharm]

every time someone uses honey instead of sugar in a recipe i die a little inside

[madwomansapologist]

Please share your headcanon about gale's kinks!!!!

gale's kinks/turn ons

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synopsis: A deep dive into what the smart wizard man think it's hot. Yes, the brain rot is that serious.

warnings: i'm sick so if this isn't good i will blame the pills. testing a new format. this is about sex, don't interact if you're a minor. remember: if you kink shame me i will get horny just to spite you.

PRAISE KINK

That's a man willing to write poetry about your body, mind and soul. His tongue has only two purposes on life, and both of them involve making you see stars. If his mouth isn't in use, he will be praising you.

And when Gale feels so good he can't even speak, isn't that a praise on itself?

But that we all know. His reaction to receiving praise is what makes me want to bite my fingers off.

Gale Dekarios knows his value as a wizard, but not as a man. His ambition isn't a consequence of his desire to pursue more, but to be more. To deserve love, he must prove his worth. As we all know, it often doesn't end in a good way.

I don't think Mystra ever wasted her precious time to assure Gale of the contrary. And when she did, it wasn't about Gale Dekarious: it was about Gale of Waterdeep, her chosen. How his control of the weave was impressive, how he could conjure any sort of images, how his illusions could fool everyone.

So when he receives praise for any other part of his life that isn't his academic pursues, a part of his brain burns. Be as intricate as his poetry or as lascive as one can be, Gale can feel his knees getting weak. Weaker.

FOOD PLAY

Not only Gale loves to cook and bake, but he loves the whole idea of being responsible for making someone stronger and healthier. Hunger is a hurtful thing, that he knows, and he don't want anyone else to deal with it.

It comes hand to hand with his praise kink. When you eat something good, you don't need to use words: your whole body shows it. He would apreciate the compliments, nonetheless.

To spoon feed you would be such a turn on. It's so intimate, such a show of trust and care, nothing but human. The way your mouth opened for the spoon, how your tongue licked it clean. Can you blame him?

After helping you eat, it would be his turn to end his hunger. You don't mind being his plate, do you? Gale promises to lick you clean. You always taste so sweet for him, what's a bit of honey to add to that?

OLFACTOPHILIA

Your scent can turn him into a fucking mess. There is something so human about it. So natural and real about it. Is just you.

After a fight, when you are covered in sweat and blood, he can't help himself. To be around you can make him drool. You fresh from your shower, smelling just as you and not as any perfume. When you spend the day laying around and is too lazy to get clean.

The amount of times his cheeks burned red because he breathed in when you walked past and a companion noticed can't be numbered.

Gale prefers to undress you rather you doing it yourself. That means he will be able to breath deep against your undies before getting them off of you.

Wanna get him as hard as a rock in mere seconds? Give him a underwear you used for a long time. Just threw it at his face and go on with your day. He will be quick to follow.

Gale loves how he can still smell you on his upper lip after going down on you. If you squirt, he will cum on his trousers. I don't make the rules.

FACE-SITTING/FACE FUCKING

Again: his mouth has only two uses. Is almost therapeutic for him. Just get on top of him, use his mouth however you want. The place in between your legs seen perfect for him to die on.

Gale Dekarios is a service top looking for a pillow princess/prince. I VOLUNTEER!

FINGERS IN MOUTH

You know that feeling of not knowing what to do next? Where to put your hands, what to do with your mouth? Since he prefers to be the one doing things, this can be a problem. A problem that can be easily solved by your pretty fingers.

It can hit even harder if he's in the process of casting something and you stop him by just putting your fingers into his mouth. Gale won't even know hot to react. Actually, he might suck them.

Ok, he might have a oral obsession. What are you, Freud?

BONDAGE

Hand to hand with that sort of anxiety about what he must do next. Make sure Gale stays put in place and use him. Remember guys, your service tops also deserve to be fucked around a bit.

Magic restrains or ropes, and make sure to do some beautiful knots. He could break free from them, but Gale won't desobey. Not after you spend so long getting him ready for you.

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[dorabellingham]

Are you my daddy?

warning: none

characters: jude x famous mom!reader

summary: when you're doing a show and you bring your baby, but he seems more interested in finding a father than enjoying the performance

request: yes

may contain spelling and translation errors!

It was a magical night in Madrid. The Santiago Bernabéu stadium was packed, but not for a football match. That night, the energy didn’t come from the crowd, but from the passionate fans who were anxiously awaiting Y/n Styles, the world star who would perform yet another one of her grand shows.

You were at the height of your career as a singer. You were known for your powerful voice and deeply personal lyrics that touched the hearts of millions. But what the audience saw on stage was only part of the story. Out of the spotlight, you were a single mother, raising little Oliver, four years old, with all the love in the world.

That night, the show in Spain had a special flavor for you. It was the first time Oli would see his mother perform live. He was excited, his little eyes shining darkly, jumping up and down in his seat in the box, while you prepared to go on stage. And in a box next door, Jude Bellingham, one of Real Madrid's stars, had been invited by friends to the show. He wasn't exactly a huge fan of pop music, but he agreed to go to relax a bit after an intense season.

The show started with an explosion of lights and sounds, and you entered the stage with all the energy that characterized you. The audience went wild. You sang with passion, as if each word was a piece of your soul. As you sang, your eyes shone, and you felt the weight of everything you had achieved, but also what you had left behind.

Oliver, in the box, was delighted. He kept pointing at his mother and, in his innocence, he couldn't hide his joy.

—Look, daddy! Mommy's singing!

Jude, who was in the box next door, turned his face towards the little boy when he heard the word "daddy". He frowned in confusion, but soon smiled when he saw the little boy pointing to the stage with such enthusiasm. Oliver had apparently mistaken Jude for his father.

The player looked around to see if the little boy's "father" was there, but he didn't see anyone who seemed to be with him. Intrigued and a little amused, he approached, and the boy smiled even more.

—You're daddy, right?

Oliver asked with the simplicity and sweetness typical of a child.

Jude laughed, not knowing exactly what to answer.

—I... I don't know if I'm your daddy, but it seems like you really like your mommy, huh?

He nodded, his bright eyes fixed on the stage where you shone like a star.

—Mommy is the best singer in the world! She always sings me a song before I go to sleep.

Bellingham looked at the stage again. He knew who you were, of course. Who didn't know Y/n Styles? The singer who dominated the music charts, but the fact that she had a son - and, apparently, was a single mother - was news to him. And now, here he was, being called “daddy” by an adorable little boy who clearly didn’t understand the complexity of the situation. He crouched down to Oliver’s level and smiled.

—You know, your mommy really is amazing. You must be so proud of her.

Oliver nodded enthusiastically.

—Yes! I’m Mommy’s pride and joy too! She always says that.

Jude felt his heart ache at that. There was something about the simplicity and purity of the child that touched him. He looked back at the stage, watching you sing a slow, emotional song, and suddenly felt an unexpected connection with the woman who stood in front of thousands of fans. When the show finally ended, you, sweaty and exhausted, made a point of running to the box where your baby was. You missed your son, even after only a few hours away from him.

When you arrived, what you saw took you by surprise. Jude Bellingham, the player who was one of the biggest stars of the biggest team in the world, was talking to your son, and the two seemed to be getting along very well.

—Oliver, honey!

You called, still trying to understand what was happening.

The little boy ran to you, hugging you tightly.

—Mommy, you were amazing!

You smiled, crouching down to his height and covering his face with kisses. When you finally looked up, you saw that Jude was watching you, an expression of curiosity and something else in his eyes.

—Sorry... —You began, a little awkwardly. —It seems my son made a new friend.

Jude smiled, shaking his head.

—No problem. He... kind of mistook me for someone else.

You frowned, picking the boy up.

—Mistook?

—Yes. —Jude laughed. —He kept calling me daddy during the show.

You blushed immediately, hugging Oli close to you as you shot an embarrassed look at the man in front of you.

—Oh my God, I’m so sorry. He… he doesn’t really know…

Jude held up his hand, interrupting you.

—Okay, really. It was kind of... funny. And he's a lovely boy.

You sighed in relief.

—He's... the most important thing in my life. —You smiled, looking at your son who was now nestled in your arms, exhausted after the excitement of the show. —Sometimes he has this habit of calling people 'daddy'. He... never met his father, so I guess he just creates these ideas in his head.

When your eyes met Jude's, you felt an electric shock. It was as if time had stopped. The packed stadium disappeared, and only him was left, with his captivating smile. Jude, too, felt the connection. His heart raced, and he couldn't look away. Oli, sensing the tension, pointed at Jude, shouting,

—Mommy! Daddy's here!

The crowd around you laughed, but you and Jude just looked at each other, surprised. You nervously approached him.

—Sorry about that…..?

He smiled, extending his hand.

—Jude. Nice to meet you.

When you touched his hand, you felt goosebumps.

As you watched, your heart melted. Jude was kind, charismatic and… endearing.

After the show, the three of you walked down the aisle. Oli, on Jude’s lap, sang something that sounded like “daddy, dad!”

You couldn’t stop smiling. It was as if life was conspiring to bring you together.

In a moment of daring, your hands brushed in the air, and a tension ran through you.

—Can I take you to dinner? I want to know more about you.

Your heart raced.

—Yes, Jude... I would love to.

[archangeldyke-all]

Imagine how cute vika would be on anesthesia 😭❤️

sugar how do you always have the best ideas i'm convinced ur a certified sevika genius

men and minors dni

you're sitting by your wife's bedside, reading on your phone, waiting for her to wake up.

she had a minor surgery on her shoulder, nothing serious. once she wakes, the doctors will check her over and you'll be free to take her home. now, it's just a waiting game.

"mmm..." sevika hums in her sleep. you smile and put your phone down, reaching out to grab her hand as she slowly wakes up.

"hey, baby." you say, reaching forward to brush her hair behind her ears. sevika blinks her eyes open.

"where...?"

"you're in the hospital, 'y had surgery, remember?" you ask. sevika nuzzles into your hand.

"y'r the prettiest doctor in the world." she mumbles. you laugh.

"i'm not a doctor, baby." you say. sevika furrows her brow and looks at you.

"model?" she asks. you laugh.

"you don't remember me?" you ask with a giggle. the doctors told you to expect this-- that it's common for patients to wake up from anesthesia with temporary memory loss. still, it's fucking adorable.

"i know you?!" sevika asks. you grin.

"very well." you say, nodding. she grins.

"woah." she whispers, her eyes wide as they soak in your face. you laugh.

"y' thirsty?" you ask. sevika blinks, then nods, and you hand her a water bottle, helping her get the straw in her mouth. sevika drinks half the bottle, her eyes locked on you the entire time. when she finishes drinking, she pulls away with a dramatic gasp for air, and you laugh. "you're so cute." you say. sevika grins.

"yeah?" she asks. you nod. she smiles. "mmm, well, maybe i could get your number. take you out sometime." she says, sitting up in her bed to waggle her eyebrows at you. you laugh.

"scoot over." you demand. sevika's eyebrows shoot up her forehead and she eagerly scoots to the side of her hospital bed, grinning as she watches you crawl in beside her. you wrap your arms around her shoulders and press a kiss to her forehead, and when you pull away sevika's got stars in her eyes.

"woah." she says again. you grin.

"wanna know a secret?" you ask. sevika nods. "you've taken me out plenty of times before." you whisper. sevika's eyes grow impossibly wider, her mouth opening.

"really?" she asks. you laugh and nod.

"yep. too many times to count."

"fuck, how'd i manage that?" she asks. you grin.

"not sure, i must like you a lot or something." you say.

"woah. i like you too." sevika whispers. you laugh.

"you don't even remember my name!" you say. sevika shrugs.

"mmm but you're so pretty, and your hands are so warm." she says as she burrows further into your arms. you run your hands through her hair, pressing kisses against her scalp.

"you smell like hospital." you say. sevika giggles.

"duh." she says. you smile.

"you're gettin' a bath when we get home." you say. sevika blinks.

"we live together?" she asks. you grin.

"we do a lot more than live together, honey." you say. sevika gawks at you.

"'y mean like..." her eyes trail up and down your body and she bites her lower lip. you smile.

"like what?" you ask. sevika blinks back up at you.

"...like sex?" she whispers, her eyes darting around her to make sure nobody's around to overhear her. you laugh.

"yeah like sex, sev." you say. she grins.

"nice." she says. you laugh.

"it is nice, isn't it?" you ask. she nods.

"do we... do it a lot?" she asks. you snort.

"almost every day." you say. sevika grins.

"nice!" she says. you laugh and press another kiss to her head. "what else do we do?" she asks. you smile.

"hmm... well we watch tv together. you love those cooking competition shows."

sevika grins. "we watch chopped?!" she asks. "i love chopped!"

you laugh. "chopped, british bake off, cutthroat kitchen..." you list off a few of sevika's favorites and watch as her smile grows.

"what else?" she demands. you smile.

"we go on dates. movie night every tuesday at the theater, and on fridays we go out to eat somewhere."

"and?" she asks, blinkinb up at you. you laugh.

"and we sleep next to each other every night. well, more like you sleep on top of me, but still." you say.

"and?" she asks again. you grin.

"and... i dunno, sev, we've gotten pretty boring after getting married." you say with a shrug.

"we're married!?" she screams. you giggle.

"goin' on three years now." you say, nodding.

"but! i don't remember it!" sevika says, her eyes getting sad. you giggle and press a kiss to her forehead.

"you'll remember soon. wanna see pictures?" you ask. sevika blinks, still flustered by the kiss you'd placed on her forehead.

"do that again." she whispers, looking at your lips. you smirk, and lean forward to kiss the tip of her nose. she sighs and smiles. "again." she whispers. you grin, and place two quick kisses to each of her cheeks. "aga--"

you cut her off with a kiss to her lips, and sevika sighs against you. her hands hesitantly reach up to cup your face, and you smile against her.

"you're so sweet." you whisper against her lips. sevika smiles.

"nobody calls me sweet." she says. you give her a quick peck.

"i do, though." you say. she smiles.

"nice." she says. "i'm sleepy." she mumbles.

"so go to sleep." you say. she pouts.

"but... i wanna be with you. you're my wife! and you're so nice to look at." she says. you smile.

"i'll be here the whole time. and i bet you when you wake up you'll actually remember me." you say. sevika hums as she considers this, settling against your shoulder. you continue to comb through her hair, intermittently pressing kisses against her scalp and forehead. her blinks get longer, her breath evens out.

"'m so lucky." she mumbles against you. you smile.

"me too." you say.

sevika's snoring before you finish your sentence.

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[mapisgf]

The reason for her smile LW6 x reader

Alex Scott became a close friend of yours quickly, the both of you just clicked. you often partnered together since you were a world renowned photographer, photographing many celebrities. You had recently returned from living abroad in Italy. Upon arriving in London Alex offered you the opportunity to come take some photographs of a football star while she was being interviewed. This was also the perfect opportunity for you to catch up and work alongside each other. 

You made your way to the studio.

“I missed you so much.” Alex rushed into you hugging you tightly. “ I can't wait for you to meet Leah.”

“ Me too, I'm so happy we're working together again. Why didn't you tell me it was Leah Williamson? You know I'm a huge fan!”

You hear the door open and you're greeted by a blonde girl with a bright smile on her face. She wore brown trousers and a simple white crop top showing off her abs. In her hand three coffees. 

She sets the coffees down on a table and gives you a hug. 

“I'm Leah. It's nice to finally meet you y/n but i must say if anything i'm your biggest fan.”

“I don't believe you.” You say expecting her to not even know your name. Her blond hair was loose reaching her shoulders, a halo of blonde framing her face. She was even more gorgeous up close.

“She serious , Leah asked me if you would be available for today.” Alex took a sip from her coffee smirking at you. 

“Oh sorry i almost forgot i got you a coffee too.” her hands brushed against yours. It was from your favourite coffee shop and it was also your go to order.

“Oh my god this is my favourite coffee shop. How did you guess my order?” Leah just shrugs.

The photo shoot goes well. Leah changes outfits, styling herself looking impeccable due to her amazing sense of style. She often turns to smile at you, occasionally asking you questions it almost becomes a mix of her interviewing you. Suddenly Alex gets a phone call from her mom since it was just the three of you. You both tell her to go take the phone call . She steps outside the room leaving you to alone. 

“ Can I see some of the pictures you've taken?” Leah walks over to you and places a hand  on your back. You nod and show her some of the pictures so far.

“These look great , I really love your work, it just has so much warmth to it.”

“I think you and your smile put all the warmth in these pictures.” It was true her smile was like warm honey. She blushes and shakes her head in disagreement.

You walk over to your equipment on the table. Leah follows you and leans against the edge of the table. 

“What's your favourite club ?” You laugh and raise your head up to look at her. She wears a smirk on her face.

“Do i have to say arsenal.'' Leah playfully nudges you but shakes her head while biting her lip. 

“It's Barca . I loved watching them play while I lived in Spain i actually saw you play against them you broke some hearts after scoring that header.” 

She laughs and so do you. What you don't realise is Leah looking at you needing to make you laugh again. Leah doesn't want the day to end; she wants to keep talking to you. She wants to hear more about your time in France and Spain.

“You should come to an arsenal game sometime. Then you'd get to see how many hearts I can break.” She leans in closer brushing your hair out of your face. Your face gets hot, a blush creeping up on your skin. You hear Alex come back into the room you move away from Leah but not before whispering “Maybe I will if you ask me nicely.” Leah turns to look at you but you're already behind your camera .

The sun starts to set as the three of you say goodbye you don't realise that Leah hugs you for a seconds longer than she does Alex. You both walk Alex to her car but you realise you forgot something in the studio. Alex offers to go with you even though she is already in her car but Leah insists that shell go instead. 

You enter the studio and quickly find your missing piece of equipment. You turn back to look at Leah when she starts to speak.

“ Y/n will you please come watch my game on Saturday. I'm asking nicely. “ She smiles at you. 

You walk over to her and focus all your attention on her face. “I've never been to watch a football match for a first date.” You pray that she's actually interested in you starting to overthink what you just said. 

“Well there's always a first time and I promise a proper first date on Sunday.” You feel giddy at the promise of Sunday.

“Who says I want to go on a first and second date?” You ask her sarcastically of course. Leah smirks .

“ I have a feeling.”

She walks you to your car and helps you pack everything. She even opens you door for you. 

You look at each other you're about to say bye when she kisses you so sweetly . You melt into her touch. She pulls away.

“Goodnight y/n”

When you reach home you get a text from a number.

Leah - Hey love , it's Leah, here's your ticket for Saturday (she sends a picture). Can't wait to see you. Xx

You - The feelings mutual. Can't wait to take more pictures of you.

[bambi-slxt]

🤍𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ~ 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨🤍

𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞

word count: 3.2k

genre/tropes: established friendship, one-sided love (or is it?)

warnings: slight angst

pt one: here

notes from bambi: the POV switches throughout this part - switches will be indicated by an extra blank line. also i wasn't originally planning to add another part to this but ohhhh i'm so glad i did. thank you to @sturniololover-09 , @ivonchetooo1239 , and @aliceloveschris , who asked for part two - hope you like it!

Another night, another stressed-out Christopher. While I already felt out-of-my-depth when he came to me with his existential romance crisis, his current issue proved to be even more herculean in nature. 

“Chris. For the umpteenth time. I don’t know how to make the glow stars stick to your ceiling.”

“But I need them to! And they’re supposed to stick, it said so on the box-”

“It also said to clean the area thoroughly before application,” I said dryly, crossing my ankles and settling deeper into the blankets on his bed, “And when exactly did you wipe down your ceiling?”

Chris harrumphed. “The universe is working against me.”

“I’m sure it is, honey. Can we please start this now?” I gestured to his monitor, some dumb lawyer show on Netflix - Coats or Jackets or something. Chris told me earlier how much I’d love it, to which I had replied, “We’ll see.” The last show he tried to get me to watch with him was deplorable, and it took a long time for me to see Cole Sprouse, Lili Reinhart, and KJ Appa as anything other than the god-awful actors Riverdale painted them to be. 

“I wanna try one more time,” he said, stepping ungraciously over my legs and stretching towards the ceiling.

“Is it made of plaster?” I asked, tilting my head upwards, trying very hard to avoid looking straight up his loose basketball shorts.

“What, this?” He pointed upward. “I think. Why?”

I hummed in reply and began tapping away on my phone. Chris shrugged and went back to his Sisyphysian task. The stars would stick initially, but kept falling after a while and stabbing us in the rudest of places - an hour ago I got a crescent moon to the boob.

Soft music drifted down the stairs outside his bedroom door - Matt must be playing something in the kitchen. The four of us ate dinner earlier and as Chris made it, I was a guest, and Nick didn’t feel good, he’d been on clean-up. 

“Hey.” I pulled on the hem of Chris’s shorts. “This says if we use rubbing alcohol to clean the area first instead of just like, a damp cloth or something, that should work. It also says a hot glue gun will help it stick better.”

Chris put his hand on my head, thumbing my soft baby hairs that would never stay put - his way of saying ‘thank you’. “Do we even have a hot glue gun?”

“No idea,” I murmured as I leaned against his leg.

“Time to find out!” He scrambled over me, stepping on my arm and almost tea-bagging me. 

“You fuck,” I said, smacking him on the arm as he ran out of the room giggling. 

“Hey do we have rubbing alcohol and a hot glue gun?”

Matt startled and shook his head, leaning over the sink. “Jesus, you scared the fuck outta me,” he huffed. “Alcohol, yes, in your bathroom, glue gun, no.”

“Well shit. ‘Preciate it,” Chris said, patting him on the back and turning for the stairs.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“She okay?”

Chris’s brows knitted together. “Whaddaya mean?” “She just seems kinda stressed, ‘s all,” Matt said. “Somethin’ else on the mind.”

“She’s good as far as I know.”

“K. Come up behind me like that again, I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

“Whatever,” Chris responded, grinning his way back downstairs.

“There’s rubbing alcohol in my bathroom.”

I scrunched my face. “Since when?”

“No idea. Can you get one of my t-shirts, we’ll use that for the cleaning thingy.”

“Yeah,” I said, unwrapping myself from his blankets and stepping lazily toward his closet. Chris was already down one shirt due to the fact that I’d ripped my going out top just as we got home earlier. The “kickback” at Tara’s felt more like a rager and I considered it a miracle no one ended up naked. While digging around for something for me to wear, Chris had found the unopened bag of glow-in-the-dark stars, and the rest was history. 

I tugged on the faded tee now, bunching the front end up in my hands as I rifled around to the back of his closet. It all smelled like him, piney with a hint of spice that makes your nose feel cold and tingly. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms. “You don’t care about this one do you?” I said quickly, trying to move on.

He turned and shook his head, dark, soft curls falling around his eyes. “Toss it.” In my defense, I did my best. It’s not my fault the damn thing got flung halfway back to the door when he smacked it out of the air instead of catching it, and I told him so with a huff. “Sure, sure, blame me,” Chris said, grinning. 

“I will,” I replied, bending over to pick it up.

Chris felt his chest cave in. There she was, baby hairs falling awry, his massively oversized crewneck slipping halfway off her shoulders, body lit up by the soft light from his screensaver. His knees buckled, and he stepped out to steady himself on the plush bed. She noticed - of course she did - and tilted her head. “You good there, hotrod?” Her smile was slightly uneven, like it always had been before, and Chris wanted to kiss it very badly for the rest of his life and probably after that as well.

“I’m fantastic,” he said, blinking the thoughts away from his mind.

“Okay,” I laughed, throwing the offending shirt back at him. “I’ll go get the rubbing alcohol and then can we please watch your damn show?”

“So rowdy. Yeah, hurry up.”

I shook my head and walked out of his room, turning the small corner into his bathroom and flicking on the light. My toothbrush rested on his counter. He only hung up his towels because he knew I would try to do it my way, and he hated my way. I looked at myself in the mirror. 

A moment passed, filled of my own wonderings about what Chris saw when he looked at me. Was it me - the way I looked, my individual features, did they jump out at him? Some were impossible to miss…they sure did jump out at me. Or did his brain focus on other things? Did he even care how I looked, when my physical characteristics stacked up to the years of friendship we’d already put behind us, the late nights, early mornings, the adventures, the bad times…I pulled the rubbing alcohol out from under his sink before I forgot and opened up my phone. Swiping out of the “how to stick glow stars to plaster” search tab, I went to our messages.

iMessage chat with Orange Juice:

taras got a thing tonight u wanna go

You:

duh what’s the vibes?

Orange Juice:

i think just whatever im not putting on anything fancy

You:

you’re so boring.

Orange Juice:

shut up

im glad youre coming

You:

please use apostrophes, just once i’m actually begging.

Orange Juice:

thou can suck my confetti covered cock about it actually

You:

oh! taking a screenshot and sending it to mary lou

Orange Juice:

okay wait 

You:

no :D get fucked, mister magic penis

Orange Juice: im glad youre coming

↪ me too. missed u tons

Orange Juice:

same

you wanna talk about canes

You:

we can, are you still feeling weird about things?

Orange Juice:

no i just wanna talk like that more with you 

you’r advice was really good

You:

that’s not how you use an apostrophe christopher 

Then they all arrived to pick me up for Tara’s, Chris hugged me, and we said nothing more about it. Chris. I should get this back to him. Reaching for the light, I looked for the rubbing alcohol, felt the switch with my other hand, grabbed the bottle, and flipped the lights off without looking. So it came as a terrifying surprise when I ran smack into Chris’s chest. “FUCKSHITPISSIMGONNAKILLYOU,” I nearly shouted at him, letting my hands rest on his chuckling chest, panting with the overwhelming surge of adrenaline.

“‘Fuck’, ‘shit’, and ‘piss’?” he snickered, covering my hands with his own. “That’s insane.”

I stalked past him into his room, tossing the bottle behind my shoulder - he would catch it or he wouldn’t and then I would know karma was on my side. “I don’t wanna discuss it.”

“Okay then,” Chris said, still laughing as he poured the awful-smelling stuff onto his ancient shirt, balled it up, and began to scrub his ceiling. “What took you so long in there?”

I did not want to answer him. “You’re doing it wrong,” I huffed. I climbed up onto the bed with him, reaching up to take his makeshift rag.

Chris’s mouth slid into a sly smile, and he raised it farther above my head than I could reach. “Am I?”

I stepped closer to him, pressed against his chest like I’d been before. Showing him my best doe-eyes, I whined, “Give it, Chris, please.”

His tongue swiped over his lips, both of which now hung open. Chris looked down at me and I looked up at him. The height difference was slight, but now the mere inches felt incredibly important in the moment’s silence. “What?” I whispered, barely more than a breath.

Jesus Christ, girlie, Chris groaned inwardly. She just looked so cute, and she had always been so sweet to him, and she took him to Cane’s and listened to his mostly-incoherent stream of consciousness, and she loved his brothers and she helped him hang up glow stars and she might actually be the most perfect person he’d ever met.

“Chris?” her voice, though soft, held him in a painful vice grip. “What’s wrong?”

He loosed a breath, lowering his hand and letting his arms settle around her, gathering at the small of her back. Chris pressed his lips against her forehead, resting his against it when her wrists crossed behind his neck. 

“Nothin’s wrong,” he murmured, a humored smile making its way across his face. He heard his voice change with the mounting anxiety in his chest. “Jus’ like bein’ with ya, ‘s all.”

My stomach fluttered at his words. “I like being with you too, bubs.” An idea sparked in my brain, and before any of my self-preservation instincts could kick in, I dropped my hands from his neck and dug them under his arms, tickling mercilessly. Chris’s eyes lit up in a flash, cowing his back to get away from me while simultaneously making a beeline for my ribs to lay waste to them in a similar fashion. 

“You little fucker!” he cackled, dancing around on the bed to avoid my hands.

“AKSPBTH, GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY!” I was shrieking with glee as we tumbled in a writhing heap on his pillows, gasping for breath while he continued his unhindered attack on my body. “ChrisChrisChrisChris-” I panted, making ultimately futile attempts to wriggle out from  under him, “Please, truce, truce, I’m begging-”

Laughing still, he sat back on his knees, arms still on either side of me. Chris’s hair fell so messy above me, his chain dangling just above my nose. I gave him a downturned smile. 

“Pinned ya,” he huffed triumphantly.

I lightly smacked his chest with a daring snort of derision. “Like you’d do anything about it.”

“Shut up.” Chris, still smiling that heart-wrenchingly adorable smile of his, lowered his head until our noses touched. “Hi.” He blinked his big blue eyes comically at me.

“Hey,” I replied softly, another laugh lilting quietly from my throat. I found myself enjoying this moment very much.

Chris tilted his head, hair swinging with him. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?”

I giggled. “Nothin’.”

He huffed, scrunching his nose and rubbing it against mine, his chain slipping over my chin, and I couldn’t help but laugh again. He tended to bring that out of me. My arms reached up to wrap around his back. “Come here,” I whispered, and as he lowered his chest to mine, I felt his arms slip up around my head. I nuzzled into his neck and held him. 

We lay like that for a while, the pressure on my body soothing me, his scent engulfing me. I could get used to this.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I wanna talk about our conversation.”

“From the other night?”

“Mhm.”

“We can. Do you wanna sit up?”

“No,” he grumbled, doing it anyway. 

“Poor baby,” I teased, “Your life is so very hard.” My heart felt full. Something was changing. I could sense it somehow.

Chris blushed at my words, shaking his head and hiding his gaze. He settled back against his headboard to the right side of me while I tugged a blanket up to my shoulders. “You cold?” he asked, but I shook my head. 

“‘S just soft, that’s all. What do you wanna talk about?” I asked, tucking my arm under his.

Chris squeezed it and took a deep breath. “I said I wasn’t sure how I loved you. And we talked about how we don’t have much romantic love experience.”

“Mhm.” I waited for him to continue.

“And I just…” Chris laid his head on mine. “I…feel something…for you. But I don’t think it’s fair to even tell you that because I really don’t know if it’s anything more than that friend-type of love.” The sigh he let out was shaky. I stayed stock-still, unsure of what he was getting at and hoping to god my heart wasn’t about to be crushed. “And then I started thinkin’ about what you said about love…how it was like, a bunch of choices you make.” His right hand reached over, tentative and uncertain, touching the arm I’d tucked next to him ever so lightly. “And then you said a buncha’ stuff about my family but you didn’t say anythin’ about yourself.” He turned his head and looked down at me, his face dark in the soft light. 

Her eyes flicked up to meet his and Chris’s heart went into cardiac arrest. There was so much trust in her gaze, she might as well have opened her soul wide open for him to look at, and he wanted to drown himself in it. His lips parted in a disbelieving sigh - this girl, this woman, she’d been with him for so long, always patient, always willing to listen, she never pushed him but god did she challenge him, she made him laugh, she made him want to act better…he wanted to be a person she would be proud to know. Maybe even…maybe even someone she would want to call her boyfriend. “I care about you,” he said, his heart thumping with fear. “I don’t know if that's romantic love or not but...” he paused. God, he was so scared. “If you’ll let me…I wanna find out with you.” 

And there it was - the confession. Chris had metaphorically ripped his heart from its cage and handed it to her, and he was terrified over what she’d do with it. 

“Love…is waking up every day and choosing that person regardless of what the day is gonna throw at you.”

Her voice echoed in his head. Chris chose her. Even if she didn’t choose him back.

I exhaled slowly. My chest almost caved in from the weight of his words. “Chris…” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes. “You have…no idea…how long I’ve wanted to hear that.” I wanted to hug him, desperately, but I was afraid of breaking him. He looked so scared, scared of love, scared of messing up, scared of being less than expected or not enough…he looked so scared.

“Yeah?” he asked softly, unable to look away.

“Yeah,” I nodded, my hand moving up slowly, so slowly, to touch his cheek. Gingerly, I traced my knuckle down his stubble, and his sweet blue eyes closed at my touch. My own did their best to blink away tears, but ultimately failed.

Suddenly, the most unrelated thought occurred to me. “Chris,” I whispered, “Look at the stars.” He tilted his head up in awe at the glow stars that had stuck to the ceiling after all this time. Not a single planet loose, not a moon out of place. They covered the plaster with a hazy blue hue, casting gentle shadows down his neck. 

“Holy shit,” he said with a soft laugh. “They really did stay up there.”

It all felt like one big giant metaphor to me, but maybe that interpretation was a bit on-the-nose. I elected to keep it to myself. I smiled at him, hoping I didn’t look disastrous with those damn tear tracks down my cheeks.

“Heyyy, hey…” Chris murmured, holding my face with both hands and thumbing the product of my overwhelming emotions away, “I got you. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“Neither am I,” I promised. I kissed his palm on impulse, eyes darting up to his. Is this okay?

Of course it is.

I continued my ministrations, taking his wrist in hand and kissing up to the tips of his fingers, curling them down to move up his knuckles until I reached the back of his hand. He let me, a curious expression on his face. With my final kiss, I made direct eye-contact with him. He breathed out and let his hand fall, his thumb catching softly on my bottom lip, the rest of his fingers fitting neatly under my chin.

“Please let me kiss you,” he whispered, his brows furrowed, his eyelids heavy, his gaze addicted to my lip, the bottom of which sprung plushly back into place when his thumb let go of it. He looked like a man starved.

I slid my fingers into the soft, loose curls at the back of his neck and tilted my head, letting his lips press so sweetly against mine. My stomach tingled, butterflies fluttering to life in my chest. Chris’s hands slipped up my back, hugging me into him, his nose pressing against my cheek as he kissed me again and again, slowly, patiently. His breath filled my mouth, and mine his. I probably exhaled a bit of my soul too. The thought made me smile and he murmured against my skin. “What is it, pretty girl?” He kissed the edges of my smile, nosing my blushed face, relishing the closeness now allowed to him. 

“I just like you,” I said shyly. 

He grinned, making a fist and yanking his elbow back to his side. “Yesssss.”

I erupted into giggles and he just watched me contentedly.

Pulling away for the briefest of moments to adjust my knees, I looked up to see Chris, looking like he’d been shot. “Come back…I wasn’t done,” he grumbled.

“You’re so whiny,” I teased, holding his cheeks in my hands. 

He smiled impishly. “I jus’ like ya.”

“You like sitting here with me?” I asked, stroking the shell of his ear, drowning in his eyes like he was in mine.

“I like sitting here with you,” Chris confirmed, his voice gentle and low. “I want ya’ to be my girl.”

“Well, I want you to be my boy,” I huffed, grinning. “What about that?”

“I think I’ll live,” he replied, tilting his head to kiss me again.

The end.

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[kittenfangirl20]

((Prince and the Duck Au))

Adam had dreamed of being a performer since he was a little kid. His mom and dad always told him to shoot for the stars and follow his dreams.

But of course, being on the lower side of income and having your parents pass away at a young age didn't put Adam in the fortune 500.

By day he worked at a diner as a waiter, at night he moonlighted as orderly at the hospital. He barely made enough to get by. But his best friend since childhood, Emily and her mother Sera helped him out when they could.

To this day Adam still has his father's guitar and hoped to play in a place of his own one day. A restaurant where he could play his music.

The dream was just that a dream. But that was okay.

Until Adam got the chance to get the place of his dreams. An old place down by the water front and he wanted to show Sera. She was the closest he had to mother.

Adam: What do you think!?

Sera looked around, there wasn't much there. More rats than anything.

Sera: It's.... Interesting dear.

Adam: Oh Sera, once I clean the place up it will be great. I'm almost there! I can feel it.

Sera: Oh honey, I don't-

Adam: Just picture it!

Adam went into detail of everything he saw for the place and Sera smiled. She was so proud of him.

Sera: It will be a lot of hard work.

Adam: Always is.

*things were about to change for Adam in a very interesting way with the arrival of a cruise ship, it held twin brothers Lucifer and Michael, they were princes of a very far off kingdom and Lucifer was heir to the throne, but his parents wondered if he was the choice for the job and they told him if he didn’t prove himself responsible then he would be disinherited and Michael would be the heir, Michael watched Lucifer easily flirt with men and women with envy in his heart, everything came easily to Lucifer that he wanted to see him fail, just then he was approached by the richest woman in town Sera with an invitation to the Mardi Gras masquerade ball being held at her mansion tonight*

Michael: While I would gain from your failure, I would think that you would want to actually find a way to prove yourself responsible.

Lucifer: Don’t worry, it is just one masquerade ball, there will be good food and music. How about we relax for one night before I have to do the boring part.

?: Gentlemen, you must be the Princes that everyone in New Orleans was talking about.

*a man with short brown hair, lightly tanned skin, glasses, and dressed in all red stepped out of the shadows, the thing that stood out about him was his unnaturally creepy smile, what they didn’t notice his shadow moving on its own taking on many forms*

Michael: Who are you?

?: Why I am Alastor the Shadow Man and Master of Voodoo, would you like to see your future.

*Alastor started to play with his tarot cards while watching them, Lucifer then shrugged*

Lucifer: Why not?

*Lucifer dragged Michael while they followed Alastor to his shop, the shop was filled with many strange objects dealing with voodoo rituals and a radio playing an eerie yet cheerful tune*

Michael: How does this work?

Alastor: You could say that I have friends on the other side.

*after giving a very accurate reading of both brothers, Lucifer on how his laidback lifestyle was ruining his chances at the throne and how Michael hated being in the shadows of everyone around him, Alastor pulled out a pendant and used it to collect some of Lucifer’s blood and he started to chant a spell which made Lucifer turn into something smaller and covered in feathers, then Alastor turned to Michael asking him if he wanted to be involved in his scheme in taking over New Orleans which Michael agreed to while Lucifer ran away in shock once outside the shop he saw his reflection in a puddle of a white duck with red circles on his cheeks, but also had his top hat on, when he moved his arm in front of his face he instead saw a white wing*

Lucifer: What the fuck.

*at Sera’s manor Adam and Emily were hanging out while Adam popped a beignet into his mouth*

Adam: I should cut back on these, they made me gain a bit of weight.

Emily: There is nothing wrong with you, your cute and round chubby tummy makes you huggable.

*it was true that Adam had put on some weight because of stress, but if you asked anyone who knew him, they actually preferred him this way, he was mostly muscle but his stomach was soft round and chubby, his thighs were nice and thick, and his butt was nice and round*

Adam: The problem is that my costume for the masquerade ball from last year no longer fits me. This performance is important and I am hoping to buy the performance hall and restaurant tonight.

Emily: Don’t worry, your good friend Emily will buy you a fancy new costume.

Adam: You don’t have to.

Emily: I insist, you are my best friend. You know what, you should dress up as a prince tonight.

*they ran off to a high end costume shop where Emily looked through the costumes until she found a prince’s costume in Adam’s size which was dark blue, black, and gold*

Emily: This will look very nice on you. Who knows, you might get a boyfriend or girlfriend tonight.

Adam: I don’t have time for that.

Emily: I want to tell you a secret, tonight royalty is coming to the masquerade ball, as in princes. You might get one to help you on your music career. What if a prince falls in love with me and we get married.

Adam: You always wanted to be a princess,

*both smiled and talked about their dreams while making their way back to Sera’s mansion*

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(Will Adam’s duck form be like Grumpy and be a girl duck)

[sugarcoatedcigs]

♡ mini series: enduring you pt.2 ♡

[pt.1 right here]

a/n: it’s an understatement when i say i am WEEPING FOR BLACK TSHIRT ELLIE. (and no i am not talking about my eyes) anyways!

summary: ellie has been…off since your first interaction with her. at dina’s party, ellie and you share a joint alone. what will come of this?

word count: 1.7k

warnings: slow burn, alcohol and weed consumption, a lil angst :,)

well fuck. i swallow the knot that formed in my throat, hopefully ellie wasn't staining dina's opinion of me. dina then snapped me out of my thoughts, "well get in here silly." while coming in, i glanced at ellie where she had taken up half of the small couch with her manspreading. her hands were fidgeting with a cup she was holding.

dinas house was warm and inviting, just like her. i looked around every inch, except where ellie sat. i could feel her eyes on me. "wow nice place. it's got charm." dina smiled wider, "isn't it great? why don't i get you some tea?" before i said anything she was already out of the living room. goddamnit dina. you leave when i need you most. i pretended to look more around the house but then ellie cleared her throat.

"so we're neighbors huh?" her voice was gruff and bored. i paused at my looking around to meet her gaze, she was looking through her hung eyes with disinterest. responding with the same bored tone, i said "uh huh. neighbors." there was a drawn out pause then she started again, "you can come by anytime i guess." her eyes dropped to the ground, and she scratches her lips. that's something i wasn't expecting.

before i could reply, dina came in with a cup of tea for me. "it's chamomile from the town garden. i put some honey in it too." she passed me the cup and then ellie stood up suddenly and made her way towards the door. her eyes met mine again and they slowly dropped until they were back on the ground. opening the door she nodded at dina, "i should get going. bye d." she closed the door leaving me a lil stunned. why was she acting weird? i mean i only have had a few interactions with her but this one was different. "what's with her?" dina hummed lowly, "poor thing. she got dumped today." i debated telling dina about this mornings interruption with my sleep, but i decided against it. the situation must complicated, better to stay out of it.

...

dina and i wrapped up after i was done with my tea. now i was back at my apartment, getting giddy as dina's party was approaching.

for tonight, i decided on a black sleeve that just so happens to be showing just a little lil cleavage. and the usual jeans, with my only puffy jacket. should be good. i was going to be late if i didn't leave now so i hurried out the door.

...

i opened the door to an unknown smell. it smelled pungent and earthy. i took my jacket and scarf off and out of 20ish people i spotted dina in a corner with jesse. while making my way towards them i saw ellie, she was with someone and they looked both upset. that must be the girlfriend. ellie, was dressed in a black tee shirt and some rough jeans. her hair pulled back half up half down. her eyebrows furrowed as she looked frustrated. i squeezed my thighs together as i took in her muscles peeking out of the shirt.

"hey y/n!" dina called out to me, interrupting my staring. she was smiling bright as always. when i got into earshot i asked, "what's that smell?" she giggled, "its weed for the party, ellie got it. have you tried some before? ask her for some." dina and i looked over to ellie in unison, where she was still arguing with her girlfriend. then dina winced, "well maybe ask later. you want a beer in the meantime? we also got some tequila over in the kitchen." i smiled, "i'm feeling tequila. i'll be back." when entering the kitchen i spotted the liquor and poured myself a lil shot, i shot it back feeling the liquor wash down my throat. i felt immediately warmer and excited. then music started to play in the other room and everyone started to dance. i happily joined in and started to dance with dina. a busty bass song came on and we were both feeling it. "fuck yeah!" dina screamed. we both moved our hips and swung our bodies around to the beat. but then my dancing got interrupted when i felt the need to pee. well fuck. i partially yelled at dina, "i need to pee! wheres the bathroom?" dina pointed down a darker hallway and i made my way over there, weaving through people. i spotted a door, this must be it. the door was unlocked and upon opening...i find ellie. she was leaning on the counter when i bursted in looking dazed at the wall. she, surprised, said "what the fuck?" i gulped and sheepishly looked back on the ground. shit.

"oh sorry. i didn't know it was being used." i maintained looking at the floor (hoping she didn't think im a creep) while i was shutting the door. then she stopped my attempt by grabbing the edge and said "no go ahead. i'm not using it anyway." she eyed me as i rushed in, "thank you thank you!" once she got out, i slammed the door and rushed over to the toilet. i sighed as the feeling of relief washed over me. thank fuck. it felt like 2 minutes of peeing but maybe it's because i was tipsy.

when i was done washing up i opened the door and ellie was still standing there. it was an awkward second of just her eyes staring into mine until she opened her mouth to a lit joint. i watched her take a puff in and then she offered it to me. "you want some?" i nodded. the joint, in between her pointer and middle passed to me. her skin brushed against mine and i licked my lips nervously. i eyed her hands, which looked rough with little scars scattered them. her eyes train on me as i brought the joint up and took a puff in just like she did. it was heavy in my chest when inhaling. i looked at her before exhaling and then released the smoke. huh. that wasn't so hard.

her mouth was slightly agape and her eyes were low. then she smirked a little bit, "i thought you'd cough." if i had been sober i would of been offended but i took this as a compliment instead. i smiled and then took another puff. i hummed at the feeling. i think i like this. i offered the joint back to her and looked over at the end of the hall where everyone was dancing. the music vibrated through the walls and it was started to become muffled. i felt relaxed, and my brain started to tingle. i laughed under my breath, this feels weird. ellie chuckled and smiled, "you're fucking high." i started to laugh. "shit maybe i am." silence took over the both of us and we were content with leaning on the walls outside of the bathroom. i looked at her. her eyes were trained on the ground, deep in thought. "can i ask you a question?" i said. she hummed and looked back up at me, "shoot." she took another puff. maybe it was the liquor courage had but i was curious. despite it not being my business it felt like this was my only time to say it.

"i know this isn't my business...but what's going on between you and that other girl?" i didn't know what to expect for a response maybe she'd get mad and tell me to fuck off or punch me. but she didn't, instead she furrowed her brows, "why?" i sighed (partly in relief), "i saw you when i got here. you looked upset." yeah i saw her, practically ogled her actually. her face was unreadable for a second or two. then she took a deep breath, "she broke up with me today because she's been seeing someone else. her name was cat." oh. her eyes looked down. then she licked her lips and bit down on them. i blurted, "i'm sorry." feeling a since of regret from asking. she started to laugh, holding the joint in one hand and the other pinching the bridge of her nose. she slowly stopped and looked at me, "sorry, i just i don't know why i told you. i mean i don't even know you." i laughed at that. "yeah i guess that doesn't really make sense."

she was still smiling but looked down. the more i looked at her the more features i noticed. her eyes especially drew in my attention, she had long lashes and her eyes were really fucking pretty. shades of hazel and green. her scar on her eyebrow suited her a lot. and her lips. they were the perfect plump pink lips and they also had a barley visible scar. a strand of hair fell in front of her face. i had the urge to tuck it back and kiss her but i didn't. my trance was interrupted by her eyes flicking back up at mine. but they didn't stop at my eyes. they stopped at the base of my shirts v neck. i saw her chest rise as she took a long inhale in. she stopped staring and adjusted her posture. i could see her ears turn a shade to red when she looked up at my face. she cleared her throat and was about to say something but got interrupted by a sudden noise in the room where everybody was. it sounds like someone broke something. we both started to walk towards the commotion trying to get an idea of what happened. someone had broke the coffee table. jesse was evidently mad and dina didn't seem to be that upset. i heard a "fuck" under her breath. when i turned to her she was leaving. i watched her back as she moved through the crowd. i didn't reach out or say anything.

hang in tight. pt.3 will be a wild one. and i promise you smut:-)

[seospicybin]

SEOSPICY'S UPCOMING POST.

CROWDED PREVIEW.

PART OF THE CROWD SERIES.

Lee Know x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Minho's family grows bigger after you gave birth to his daughter, Byeol. It's not easy to raise a child in his working environment as a tattoo artist but his parenting skill is put to test as Byeol enters school.

Preview under the cut!

...

The taxi is only one block away when your phone is ringing inside the pocket of your jacket.

You don't have to look to know that it's Minho calling you, "I'm almost there, honey," you assure him once again after telling him the same thing half an hour ago.

You look out the window and see the parlor comes into sight, "I'm just around the corner," you tell him while half laughing.

You hang up the second you see his figure coming out of the door of the parlor, following the taxi until it stops right in front of him.

Minho opens the taxi door for you and not wasting any second to hug you. You're sure he wants to do more than that but with the taxi driver taking out your suitcase from the trunk, he goes to help you carry them.

Once everything is securely taken inside, nothing stops him from coming for you, pulling you into a kiss. He kisses you so hard he doesn't give you time to catch your breath. No words need to be spoken when you sense his yearning for you through his needy kisses.

You smile against his lips and mutter, "I missed you too."

Throwing your arms around him, you show him how much you've been missing him too and gosh, it feels good to know that you're not the only one suffering from the long distance.

"Can we continue this upstairs?" You ask, reminding him that you're both still downstairs and you still need his help carrying your things to the third floor.

The first thing you do once you arrived upstairs is go to Byeol's room and watch her sleep for a moment, relishing your need to see her.

Tenderly, you place a kiss on her forehead and put the blanket higher on her body, "Goodnight, my little star," you murmur against her head.

Giving her one last kiss on the head, you get out of her room to find Minho preparing dinner and insisted on cooking it for you since you said you're hungry.

"She's alive and well," you tell him as you take a seat at the dining table.

"I'm impressed!" You add along with a sly grin.

Not for one second do you doubt Minho for his capability to take care of Byeol, she is his daughter after all, there's no one else that can do a better job than him.

He serves a plate of fried rice in front of you and dramatically rolls his eyes at you, "I was this close to sending her to the orphanage today," he jokes.

You will always be drawn to his physique but it's his wit and his smart mouth that you missed the most about him. It's what has been keeping the sparks alive even after seven years together.

You catch him dozing off when you come back from the bathroom, reckon he must be tired from the day, from taking care of both the parlor and his daughter. You quietly climb onto the bed and kiss him on the cheek.

His eyes snap open and turns his head to capture your lips in a kiss.

"Did I wake you, honey?" You press another kiss on his neck.

He draws you closer to bed and snuggles you, "you did wake up the other me," he shamelessly admits.

Your hand goes straight to feel him down there and tease the growing bulge with slow strokes, "how was your day? Anything fun?"

With closed eyes, he says, "Oh I do have something fun to tell you!"

From the sly smile plastered on his face, you believe it's something that amuses him so much but not sure it'll give the same impression for you.

"Yeah? What is it?" You anticipate with a thin smile.

He opens his eyes to leer at you, "Byeol said that he likes my sandwiches better than yours."

"Oh, my God!" You instantly groan.

"What could I possibly do wrong with a sandwich?"

It infuriates you so much that you could ruin something that simple. It's just slices of bread with a few things in between and some condiments, that, you can't even do right.

"Please take the lunchbox duty off me," you tell him with a defeated sigh.

Minho laughs as you lay on your side of the bed with your eyes screwed shut, annoyed. He then put his arm around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck, and kisses you there.

"Honey, there's another thing," he whispers to you.

"Ugh..." You groan even though you haven't known what he's going to tell you.

"The soccer practice," he reminds you.

"What's with soccer practice?" You still remember Byeol's soccer practice every Saturday, tomorrow afternoon to be exact.

"They said it's your turn to bring the drinks," he says.

"Oh?" You gasp in surprise. You're in a group chat with the other moms of the students in the same classroom as Byeol but you've been caught in work you have to mute it.

Minho props his elbow against the mattress, "I can do it if you're too tired for it."

That's so sweet that he offers to take another task off of you but you can't just keep avoiding your duties as a mother, especially after you've been away for a week for work.

"That's okay. I can do it," you kindly refuse.

As gratitude for being an attentive husband, you kiss him on the lips, a long, lingering one. Something crosses your head at the mention of him speaking to the other moms about the soccer practice.

"So... you talked to the moms, huh?"

He hums against your lips in response.

"Anyone caught your eyes?" You playfully ask, slipping your hand under his t-shirt to feel the muscles on his abdomen.

"You can be honest with me, honey," you encourage along with a kiss on his neck.

Minho turns to lay on his side and put his hand on the arch of your back, doesn't waste time to slide it off to the curve of your ass, squeezing on the flesh.

It's always nice to have his tattooed arms wrapped around you and touching you. You look at his beautiful face and trail his nose with your fingertip, "all these tattoos and this sharp nose," you dreamily sigh.

You lean in close enough to tease him, "Look at you..."

You hold the side of his face and look at him with such love. You feel your body changed a lot and aging two times faster after giving birth while Minho, he doesn't change much physically, his hair has grown longer almost the same length he had when you first met him and his facial features are more defined. He's aging like a fine wine.

The best thing about all this is that he's yours.

"Must be tired being hot and a working dad, mmh?" You tell him with a nibble on his ear.

"In that order?" He asks.

You lowly chuckle, "Exactly in that order."

He drags you closer by your waist and presses a hard kiss on your lips, "must be tired of being hot and fighting for justice too," he teases back.

"Mmh," you answer with a hum as he slips his hand between your legs.

"That sounds like you need a release," he seductively says into your ear.

"Sounds like you need one too," you seduce back.

It is what you need. After a stressful week of work and being away from your husband and daughter, you come home with weights on both shoulders.

At least now, with Minho there with you, you feel ten times lighter from the moment you stepped into the door. It's also the fact that Minho knows to make you feel good, he knows what to do with his mouth that you're losing focus on doing the same to him.

Minho is deep in your wetness with his hands squeezing both of your butt cheeks as you bend over against him and have him inside your mouth.

He's doing everything right but you can't seem to get enough with just his mouth, you need him inside you and fill you.

"Want you inside me, honey," you mutter as you kiss his glistening wet mouth.

Without saying a word, Minho submits to your wish and hovers above you, kissing you as he turns your body to lie on your side.

He puts your leg higher than the other to give him access to push his fingers inside you, making you wetter than you already are.

Affectionately, he puts your hair away and softly kisses the side of your face while pumping his fingers in and out of you, then shoves them into his mouth after, having a taste of you before pushing his length inside.

"Oh..." you lowly moan as you feel his throbbing cock inside you.

Minho cages you in between his arms as he starts thrusting into you, steady, slow yet intensely deep. Your hand coiled around his forearm as the pleasure doubles each time he nudges just the spot.

"Oh..." you moan again with your eyes closed and you don't have to look to know that Minho is looking down at you, watching as your face clenches and unclenches along depending on the pleasure.

He presses his mouth close to your ear, then says, "I know, honey," he whispers.

He turns your head to face him then hastily kisses your open mouth, "I miss being inside you too," he breathlessly whispers.

"You always feel so good," he lowers his mouth on you again, catching you off guard that it takes you a moment to properly return the kiss.

"Oh, honey..." he sweetly murmurs with his lips on the corner of your mouth.

The moans you let out are louder and ragged. Minho uses his hand to keep your leg lifted as he launches himself deeper inside you then adds more speed.

Through your half-shut eyes, you look at him and plead, "Want you to cum inside, honey."

That drives Minho to quicken the pace. The hand holding you by your thigh dug deep into the flesh but the pain somehow blurs into pleasure at that moment.

Minho captures your lips in a sloppy kiss and lets his low grunts spill into your mouth, you reckon he's just as close to his release.

You clutch at his arm as you're having a hard time keeping up with his kisses. The knot inside you tightens as he fucking you to your high and when you finally climax, you feel like exploding but in the best way possible.

It feels as if you're releasing all tension of these past few days out of you and letting Minho replaces it with something much better.

Minho's kisses brought you back to your senses and he lies next to you, spooning you without pulling out of you. Your body molds perfectly with him as if the two of you are two puzzle pieces that fit together, completing each other.

His hand slides down your arm until he meets yours and slips his fingers in between the spaces of your fingers, intertwining them, tightly, never letting go.

Minho places a sweet kiss on the nape of your neck and softly murmurs, "I'm so happy that you're home, honey."

You look at your hands laced together in front of you, see the matching red thread of fate tattoos around both of your wrists and you both got another matching one after Byeol came to your life, a small north star tattoo on the sides of your hands.

Looking at it makes you realize how far you've come, from that fated day of the two of you met at the reunion, got married and now, having a child together with him, moreover, you feel grateful for all of it.

You bring your clasped hand close to your mouth and gently kiss the back of his hand. Against the quiet of the night, you repeat his words back to him with the same amount of sincerity, "So happy to be home, honey."

...

Full fic will be posted tomorrow!

[sissylittlefeather]

Let's Forget About the Stars: Chapter 4

A/N: I love this couple so much. I really hope y'all stay with us. It's really going to get good. Please don't give up on Dove.

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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, handjob, ejaculation, oral sex (f receiving)

Word count: ~2.4k

"I will be back."

******

At the top of the stairs, Elvis and Dove tumble into his bedroom where he promptly closes the door behind them, turns, and presses her up against it with her legs still wrapped around his waist, kissing her deeply. He rolls his hips into her, pressing his hardness into where he normally puts his hand.

"Oh! Elvis!" Dove moans and nibbles his earlobe, reveling in the feeling of him pushed against her. She has an overwhelming need to feel him inside her that she can't explain. He runs his hands up to her breasts and squeezes gently. She whimpers, wanting his hands everywhere on her body, but he reluctantly moves them back to her hips. Groaning, he sets his head on her shoulder.

"Dovey, we have to stop or I'm going to lose what little self control I have left. I want you so bad, baby. But we can't do this yet." He backs away, holding her as she puts her feet on the floor. She sees his dick where it presses against his pants, fully erect.

"Can I... can I touch it?" He lifts his head quickly, looking into her eyes.

"You want to touch it?" She bites her lower lip and nods.

"Yes. I want to try what we talked about." He whimpers and pulls her over to sit next to him on the bed.

"You really do? I don't want to make you do something you're not ready for."

"Jumbee, I'm so ready to feel you. I think this is a good place to start." She smiles softly and he nods. Slowly, she reaches out her hand and gently touches him, running her fingertips down the shaft. He makes a noise that's somewhere between a grunt and a moan and closes his eyes, his hips bucking forward, begging for more. "Take it out. I want to see it."

His eyes pop open and he looks at her and then down at his lap where her hand is touching him still. He hadn't considered that she might want to see him. Especially since he hasn't seen her either, having always slipped his hand up her skirt and under her panties.

"Y-you sure, honey? It's a little... different... from some guys..."

"Elvis, I've never seen one before. Please. I want you to show me how to do it." He gulps deeply and nods. Then, his hands go to his zipper and he frees himself from his pants, looking away in embarrassment.

"See, I told you-"

"It's perfect." He looks back at her with his eyes soft.

"It is?"

"Can I touch it? Please?" He nods and she carefully puts her hand around it. "Now I move?"

"Yes, like this." He puts his hand around hers and shows her how to pump his dick. She looks up at him nervously.

"Does it feel good?" He pulls his hand off and lets her move on him on her own.

"God, yes, baby, it's so good." She smiles and starts to move on him a little faster and he groans and leans his head back. "Don't stop. Fuck."

She smiles, excited by her ability to make him feel like this. She continues stroking him and notices he's breathing heavily. She must be on the right track.

As she moves his foreskin back and forth, he's impressed with her unpracticed skill. He feels his climax begin to build in his cock and he groans.

"Is it good? Are you close?" He nods without opening his eyes. His eyebrows move into a look of pleasure and he bites his bottom lip.

"F-fuck baby..." She notices a thick bead of liquid gathered at the top and uses her thumb to rub it around on the head while her other hand holds his foreskin back. His hips buck up suddenly, responding to the feeling of her thumb on his sensitive tip. "Oh, God, I'm gonna cum. It's gonna be... messy... I'm sorry..."

"Don't apologize. Just let go, baby. Cum for me." He moans loudly at her words and his hips buck one last time as his release spurts out of him onto her hand. As the warm white ropes land on her, she's a little shocked, but she takes it in stride.

"This is what happens in your pants when we...?" He falls back onto the bed trying to recover from his orgasm.

"Yeah." She looks at him, her hand still a mess, and he grins sheepishly. "I'm sorry, baby. Let me get you a towel."

He walks to the bathroom and comes back, cleaning her hand off gently. Then, he kisses the top of her head and sits next to her on the bed again. She looks at the window where the sun is setting.

"I guess I should... go..."

"Now wait a minute, honey. We're not finished here."

"We're not?"

"No. It's your turn, c'mere." A wide smile spreads across her face as they lay on the bed together, his hand on her hip. He kisses her deeply, letting his tongue part her lips and dip into her mouth. "You want me to make you feel good, baby?"

"Mmm yes please, Jumbee." He smiles against her lips at the use of his nickname and then lets his hand move up her skirt to her panties. "Wait, maybe... you should take my skirt off..."

"Take it off?"

"I saw you. I think I want you to see me a little bit too." He smiles, his eyes sparkling with excitement. She takes his hand and guides it behind her to unzip her skirt, shimmying out of it and her slip until she's just in her panties and shirt. He looks down at her hips and legs, now unobstructed.

"Baby, you are... Wow." He swallows and feels himself start to get hard again. She smiles nervously, taking his hand and pressing his fingers to her center. "Are you eager for me, Dovey?"

"I really missed you." She answers breathlessly as he starts to rub circles on her clit over her panties. "I'm sorry."

"No! Don't apologize. It's sexy. Makes me wanna... do more for you..." She puts her hands on his shoulders as he finds the edge of her panties and moves them to the side, sliding a finger inside her. She moans and arches her back a little as he begins to tickle the spot inside her, pumping his finger in and out.

"I thought... you wanted... to wait?" She moans in between words as he starts to massage her clit with his thumb.

"I do. I really do. But the guys told me about... something else..." She whimpers as he keeps working his hand on her. "I'd have to take your panties off, though."

"Off?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." He looks into her eyes for traces of fear.

"Really? That's okay?" She nods.

"Yes, please." He slides his finger out of her and slowly pulls her panties down her legs and off, leaving her fully exposed to him. He looks at her for a moment, cock twitching, before he moves up and lays between her legs. "What're you doing?"

"I need to be... down here..."

"Elvis that doesn't-" and then without warning, he presses his mouth to her and she gasps. He pulls back quickly.

"What? Should I stop?" She shakes her head vehemently.

"No! Don't stop!" He smiles and lowers his mouth to her again, moving his tongue over and around her clit. "Fuck! Fuck fuck!"

Her hands go immediately to his hair as her back arches and she moans loudly. He laughs quietly and backs off of her.

"Honey, my parents are in the house. You don't have to be quiet... but don't scream." She nods and gently pushes his head down. He smiles into her and goes back to licking her clit. She whimpers and moans as he moves his mouth on her. "Does it really feel that good?"

"Oh my God. Yes. It's unbelievable. Please don't stop!" He loves that he's able to make her feel such pleasure. His tongue moves faster and faster over her as he chases her climax. "I'm so close, oh God!"

Her chest heaves as her orgasm builds and she feels like she might explode. He moves his tongue harder over her sensitive button. Surprisingly, he genuinely enjoys the taste of her and he can't get enough of the way she feels on his tongue.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" She pants and moans as he licks her over and over again, getting closer and closer to bursting.

"Come on, baby." He tightens his tongue to a point and licks directly over her bud.

"Yes! God, yes, fuck, Elvis!" She yells as her orgasm slams into her, rushing through her from her center to her fingertips and back again.

"Shh, shh, baby!" He laughs out loud at her response. She lays on her back trying to catch her breath.

"That was incredible." He wipes his face with his hand and moves back up next to her on the bed.

"Really? That good, huh?"

"Jumbee, I'm speechless. You're amazing." She giggles and kisses him.

"You wanna stay tonight?"

"Yes please."

He gets her their usual arrangement of pajamas and they settle in to bed together, absolutely elated to be back in each other's arms.

******

In September, Elvis is set to play a show in his hometown of Tupelo. He's excited to bring Dove back to where he is from and she's excited to see him on stage for the first time.

On the day they're supposed to leave, Dove is in the foyer with her suitcase again, but this time Elvis is prepared for the Colonel.

"Before you say anything, she's coming whether you like it or not so you better just get used to the idea."

"My boy-"

"No. She's riding with me. She's staying with me. My mother approves. Nothing you say is gonna change my mind." He pushes past the Colonel, dragging Dove to the car by her hand. He puts her on the seat next to him and starts the car up.

"You sure about this? Even if it hurts your career?" She asks tentatively.

"Dovey, I'm not doing this without you. I choose you. You choose me?"

"Always, Jumbee." She smiles and he kisses her deeply before putting the car in drive and heading to Tupelo.

******

Before Dove knows it, Elvis is on stage in a gold jacket and black pants and she's in the wings watching. She's obviously familiar with his music, but she's never seen him sing on stage.

He's unbelievable.

The way he sings, the way he moves, all of it is almost too much for her to handle. She stands there watching with her lower lip pulled in between her teeth. As hard as she tries not to, she moves to the music almost as much as he does. Her heart beats wildly with the bass line, her hips swaying.

Every once in a while, Elvis catches a glimpse of her in the wings. He sees her dancing and can't help but smile. She's his and someday he'll make her his forever. The thought of her in the wings of every show is almost too good to bear, especially if she's going to move like that every time. He tries to suppress his smile and focus on the show, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't move a little more than normal just to impress her.

Dove is a little embarrassed at the effect he's having on her as he moves on stage. She peeks out to the audience and it looks like she's far from being the only one affected. There's a quick wave of concern that washes over her thinking about all those other girls. Surely, they're not a threat? Or maybe they are. She shakes her head to erase that thought. He loves her. He's her Jumbee. He wouldn't do anything to compromise that. Would he?

Almost reading her mind, the Colonel walks up next to her quietly.

"Oh! Colonel, you scared me!"

"Sorry, dear. I wondered how you're enjoying the show?"

"It's wonderful! He's amazing-"

"I'm sure you've noticed you aren't the only one that thinks this." She turns to look at him.

"He has fans. Of course he does."

"How long do you expect to keep him entertained? With all of them ready and willing?" Her mouth pops open. What exactly is he implying?

"He loves me."

"Mmm." He raises his eyebrows and nods towards Elvis on stage where he's on his knees for the crowd. "I'm sure he does."

He walks away and leaves her standing there staring. She watches the rest of the show with her heart pounding in her chest, trying desperately to ignore what the Colonel said.

When he comes off the stage dripping with sweat, he goes directly to her and wraps her in a tight hug.

"What did you think of the show, baby?"

"It was amazing! You're incredible!" He holds her face in both of his hands and kisses her cheek.

"I'm so glad you're here." Her heart settles.

"Me too, Jumbee." He kisses her deeply and pulls her body in close to his. All of the arousal that's gathered inside her watching him on stage reaches a fever pitch as she rolls herself against him.

"Mmmm, Dovey, you better be careful. I'm pretty riled up already and you lookin' so good and rubbin' on me like that is liable to get me-"

"Elvis, you owe it to your fans to go out and sign some things." The Colonel interrupts him intentionally.

"I'm a little busy here." He answers without moving his eyes from Dove's.

"You have a responsibility, my boy."

"I have a responsibility to my woman, Colonel." He kisses her again and the Colonel grabs his upper arm.

"You want to lose them?" He turns and looks at the Colonel finally, sighing deeply. Kissing Dove on each cheek, he leaves to go take care of his fans. The Colonel stays and turns to her.

"You see, dear. You will never be his priority."

"I am everything to him. You'll see." She turns and heads to stand with Gladys, who welcomes her openly, smiling and asking what she thought of the show. Gladys shoots the Colonel a look. If she has it her way, they'll be married by spring. Little does she know, Elvis has the same plan.

******

Until next time!

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[paisholotus]

Homecoming Date....Really?

Narrative

"Just because everyone chooses to ignore the strange things that happen in this leafy little hamlet doesn't mean they don't happen." Chloe said, as fishes into her bag, pulls out a digital camera. "Just look at these tracks, they've been popping up all over town." Clark and Pete scroll through the photos on the camera, Images of giant taloned footprints. Pete smack his teeth and shook his head, "Ooh, we're being stalked by Big Bird." Chloe glared at him and smacked his arm.

Clark studies the photo. "These are griffin tracks, Chloe." Pete nodded and gave Chloe the camera back. "As in the Grandville Griffins. The team that's been kicking our asses for the last twelve years." Pete said, groaning, as they started to walk to class. "Must be a homecoming prank. Sorry." Clark said, as Chloe frowned down at the pictures in disappointment.

"We'd love to join you and Scooby in the mystery machine for another adventure, but we have to hand in our permission slips before homeroom." Pete said smiling. "Actually, Pete, I'm having second thoughts, I don't think signing up for the team is such a great idea." Clark said, nervously. "Clark, I'm telling you, it's the only way. You got this. Stop worrying." Pete said, patting Clark's shoulder. "Wait! You two are trying out for the football team? What is this, some sort of teen suicide pact?" Chloe said, cackling.

Pete looks around, whispers conspiratorially. "No, we're trying to avoid becoming this year's scarecrow." Chloe stopped laughing and looked at them confused, "What are you talking about, and why are we whispering?" She asked. "It's a homecoming tradition; before the game, the football players choose the geekiest freshman, take him out to Riley Field, strip him to his boxers and paint an "S" on his chest..." Pete said, lowly, looking around.

"Then string him up like a scarecrow." Clark whispered. "Sounds like years of therapy waiting to happen. How come I've never heard of this?" Chloe asked, crossing her arms. "It's very unoffical." Clark said. "That's why we're trying out for the team, figure they won't choose one of their own." Pete added, shrugging his shoulders. "Why don't I write an article in The Torch and expose this twisted back-country ritual?" Chloe suggested. Pete scoffed and shook his head, "What's up, Erin Brockovich? Some of us actually want to get through freshman year in one piece." Chloe chuckled and shoved him.

Suddenly, there's a screech of tires. They turn to see three identical pickup trucks peel into three adjacent spaces. Whitney Ellsworth and two jocks climb out. They're all wearing letterman jackets. Whitney is Smallville High's star quarterback and all -around golden boy. Chloe rolls her eyes. "Oh look, the Three Ass-keteers." She said, as Pete glared at them. Then Clark sees Honey Ross selling homecoming tickets.

The brown skinned girl has blossomed into a true beauty. Popular, smart, she seems to have it all, but if you look deeper, you'll find something different than any other girl. Clark stares at her, clearly smitten, turns to Chloe and Pete. "See you guys in class." He says, as he heads off in Honey's direction, Pete holds up a $5 bill. "I give him ten seconds." As Clark approaches Honey, Pete begins counting. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five." As if on cue, Clark trips, face-plants into the tiles, sending his books skittering. Chloe shakes her head. "Statistical fact, Clark Kent can't get within five feet of your sister without turning into a total freak show." She says, shaking her head, slapping the money out of Pete's hand.

Honey rushed over and helped Clark pick up his books as he stood up. "Dumpling, what have I told you about your surroundings? What you trying to do put a hole in the ground?" She whispered, laughing.

Clark awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and thanked her for helping him. He cleared his throat and smiled down at her. " I- I mean I was actually coming over to ask you something." He stuttered out as his face got warm.

Honey looked at him with a raised eyebrow noticing the blush on his face. "And, what might that be, farm boy?" She asked.

Clark was nervous to ask her as his hands started to sweat. "I was wondering if.....if you would like to go to homecoming with me?" He stuttered.

Honey looked at him surprised and bit the inside of her cheek, "You want to take me to homecoming?" She asked, as Clark eagerly nodded. Honey no second later nodded and said yes.

Clark felt a huge relief and shyly looked down to the ground, "Okay, you wanna come over later to study?" He asked.

Honey nodded and smiled sweetly, "of course. I'll see you later, Dumpling." She gives Clark a hug as he hugs her back tightly.

She waved him bye and walked back to the stand. Clark turned to walk to class with a huge smile on his face. Mission accomplished.

[angelagiarratana]

Pre-show Jitters

cute, little, npmd story

Angela nervously paces back and forth backstage, her heart pounding with anticipation. She's about to perform in Nerdy Prudes Must Die, but her nerves are getting the best of her. Wanting some reassurance, she pulls out her phone and dials your number. As the phone rings, she takes a deep breath, hoping that you will pick up.

Sat in the audience your phone starts to vibrate in your lap, "Uh hold that thought Court." You rose from your seat and quickly shuffled out to the lobby, "Hi sweet girl, everything okay?" Anglea nervously chewed on her thumbnail, "Yeah, I'm just feeling really ah! You know?" You smiled at the thought of her calling you for emotional support. "I think that it's been a really long time since you've performed on stage like this and it's normal to be nervous." Anglea stopped pacing and smiled at the ground. "Either way, I've seen the work you've put into this. You are prepared, you are ready, you're going to do amazing Angela. You are the most talented person I know." Audience members shuffled past you, heading to their seats.

Angela knew the surefire way to cure her pre-show jitters was to get her hands on you, "Could you meet me in the back alley really fast?" Your smile grew 10 sizes, "Of course." You hung up and slipped out the door. When you turned the corner to the alley Angela grabbed your shoulders pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. Once the shock had fallen, you wrapped your arms around her waist, drawing lazy patterns on her lower back. "Hi honey." The pet name made your stomach erupt in butterflies, "Hi my Broadway star." Angela giggled and took a deep breath, breathing in your scent and warmth.

Angela pulled away and grabbed your chin, "Thank you." Your cheeks flushed, "No need to thank me. I would always sneak away for you." Anglea then saw what you were wearing, a homemade crewneck that said, 'Grace Chastity's girlfriend'. "Oh my god, your shirt Y/n!" You giggled as you watched your girlfriend gawk at your creation. "Wait look at the back!" You turned around to show a picture of Spork wearing Grace's butterfly clips. Angela laughed loudly before grabbing your chin again. She pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer into her. Four kisses later, Angela was peeling herself off of you, "I need to go." You kissed her forehead, sending warmth directly to her cheek. "Go kick ass." She hugged you once more before disappearing inside.

"Everything okay?" Courtney asked as you returned to your seat. You sat down, and smiled at her, "Yeah, someone just had some pre-show jitters." Courtney smiled knowingly before returning to her conversation with Amanda. A few minutes later the lights dimmed and the starting notes played out.

After the show the Smosh gang took Angela and the cast out for dinner and a couple of drinks to celebrate opening night. Angela had been touching you in some way since the show ended, holding your hand, her hand resting on your knee while you ate. Angela showed her appreciation for you in many ways, but physical touch was a huge one for her. She could use physical touch to say what her mouth or brain couldn't.

"So you made this yourself?" Lauren asked as she sipped her drink, ice clinking in the glass. You nodded excitedly and let go of Angela's hand to show her the back in a photo you had taken earlier. While chatting with Lauren you could feel her looking at you, "One second Lauren." You looked at Angela, "Can I help you?" Anglea smiled widely, giggled a little then said, "You're my dream girl Y/n." The entire table either gagged, made some kind of disgusted dramatic noise, or awed. Angela went into defensive mode attacking those who gagged, "At least I'm getting laid, Shayne!" You laughed with Lauren at your girlfriend and thanked the heavens or whatever is up there for sending you, Angela.

[josiesullysblog]

~Neteyam x Na’vi Reader

~Fluff

~Proofread-no

~Summary-Enola, is Eywa’s daughter who is Neteyam’s, fated mate.

Neytiri remembers meeting you like it was yesterday. She had been watching Lo’ak and Neteyam playing and looked away to see what Kiri was showing her when she heard your giggles. She watched as Neteyam and Lo’ak chased and played with you as if you knew each other your whole life.

“You can't get me!” she watched you run towards her and hide behind her legs. “Kiri come look at this!” Lo’ak pulled the younger girls' attention, but Neteyam’s stayed on you. You started playing with the older woman’s tail completely forgetting about the game prior.

“Where is your mother little one?” she asked smiling at you, picking you up. You giggled as you reached for her braids, “she's right here!” you looked at Neteyam who was standing at his mother's feet, trying to get her to pick him up as well.

Neytiri looked around but saw no one, “I don't see her,” she questioned you while placing you down. Jake walked up behind her kissing her cheek, “who's this little girl?” you flashed him a smile before running off with Neteyam.

“She just started playing with Neteyam and Lo’ak, I asked her where her mother is, and she said she was here,” They watched as Neteyam refused to leave you alone waddling behind you. “Well, Neteyam seems to like her.” they laughed at the joke sitting down and watching you all play.

“Alright time to head back!” Jake screamed, he watched Lo’ak and Kiri come to their sides quickly while Neteyam didn't move at all. “Neteyam come quick!” Neytiri motioned him to come, but loud sobs were heard.

“I don't wanna leave my friend!” he held your hand tight crying as if he was hurt. The tears confused Neytiri as Neteyam isn't one to cry, “Neteyam I'm sure her mother is worried about her, how about we bring her home?”

The tears subsided to sniffles before he nodded, “where is your home honey?” Jake asked picking you up. “I don’t have one,” you said yawning placing your head on his chest.

That night you ended up staying with the Sullys. They had assumed you must be been left and your words were nothing but babble. But you didn't lie, Eywa was your mother. She made you, with love, and named you Enola. She raised you alone in the woods as a baby till she deemed you ready to see the tribe.

She had mated you with Neteyam at a young age, which means you both were meant to be. It was aligned in the stars that you two would get together, no matter what.

You obviously, were different from other children. You healed much quicker than a normal child and never cried unless you were separated from Neteyam. Jake remembered this moment very clearly.

Jake was watching you and Lo’ak play around, often Lo’ak played too rough which he would be reminded that. This time Lo’ak pushed you hard onto the floor scraping your knees. Jake quickly came to your aid yet you didn't cry. He watched you race Lo’ak back to get help, and by the time you got there, there was no evidence of you falling.

As you grew up, people bullied you since you were different. Neteyam never let it slide often getting into fights, but he didn't care. He was in love with you. From the moment he met you, he loved everything about you. Your close relationship with nature and how you took extra care of his siblings with him.

You had assumed everyone knew where you came from. You had spent six years by yourself, which made you enjoy being by yourself but you liked having Neteyam there.

No one ever really questioned you, so you never said anything really, Tuk was the first to even ask. “Enola, do you remember your parents?” you nodded quickly to the question making everyone stop to look at you, “I don't have a dad, but my mom is still here!” you said looking at the necklace you were trying to make. “Where is your mom?” Tuk questioned next, “she's right here,” Neytiri got up walking towards you. “Honey, you always say this what do you mean?” you smiled big, “Eywa is my mother! She made me for Neteyam,” this made Neytiri look at you funny, but a powerful wind came in and she watched as you immediately stop and feel the wind. At that exact moment, everything became clear to her. Your showing up wasn't random, it was fate. She watched as you felt the wind and let it pick your hair up, “my mother speaks to me through the wind, I am her creation, her daughter.” Tuk laughed as the wind played with her hair, Neytiri smiled and brought you into a hug, everything was clear now.

Kiri and you had a special bond. You both felt each other, she was the first person you told about being Eywa’s daughter. Being Neteyam’s fated mate. Neytiri and Jake accepted you off the bat and so did Lo’ak and Tuk. You and Neteyam had gone on a walk talking about random things when you said randomly, “when we are fully mated, I want to have a ceremony like the one Jake talks about, the one on the star he is from.”

Neteyam stopped walking altogether, “fully mated?” you turned to look at him nodding, “did you not know? We are fated, that's why we have a pull to each other. Or at least I feel a pull-,” you rambled on like you normally do. Neteyam quickly shut you off with a kiss, “you are perfect Enola,” he kissed you again this time you returned the kiss. It was slow and full of passion like you knew it be.

You broke the kiss by placing his hand on your heart, “I see you, Neteyam,” you looked into his eyes with love, “I've always seen you.” The feeling that Neteyam felt filled him with joy, “I see you, Enola I've always have. The moment I met you, I was in love with you.”

You two walked home hand in hand, like normal, but this time something was different your souls finally connected.

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HEYYY!! I was able to post, but only cus I started this one yesterday. I don't like the ending that much so I'll probably end up changing it sometime this week. But other than that hope you enjoy!! Love you all!!!

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 21 -> CH 22

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Jack woke up the next day feeling lighter. He felt like the group session really helped him get some of the toxic thoughts out of his brain and all he had on his mind today was asking Y/n out on a proper date.

"Today's the day Ace. Eat up buddy because I'm going to have to drop you at home before I head out." Ace wasn't paying any attention to Jack as he was scarfing down his food. Jack made sure to clean the house up in the event Y/n actually took him up on the offer of a date. He showered and even put on cologne. He felt like he was a complete newbie, as if he never tried to go out of his way to impress anyone before. It had been a long time since he's had remotely romantic feelings for anyone who wasn't Cleo so he wasn't sure what he was doing.

He dropped Ace off at the house before stopping off and grabbing a few things with some helpful suggestions by her mom. When he walked into the clinic, there was a short older woman sitting at the desk with a huge smile.

"Hi sweetheart! Who might you be looking for?" Her nametag read Joy.

"Hi Joy, I'm looking for Y/n. I believe she's a nurse here." Joy smiled at Jack, face lighting up as she looked him up and down.

"You must be Jack Thurlow, the cute neighbor!" Once she spoke, two other women behind the desk paused.

"This is THE Jack?"

"Oh he's so much cuter than she described."

Jack couldn't help but laugh.

"I hope all the things she's told you are good things because I kind of want to ask her on a date and I'm kind nervous she'll say no." Jack explained as the three started making noises of disbelief.

"I'll fire her if she says no! She's been swooning about you forever now and we've been pushing her to ask you out since you seemed a bit...slow on the punch." Joy rolled her eyes playfully and Jack nodded.

"I've been a bit out of it lately and busy with my house renovating but I have the time to completely dedicate my attention to just her." Jack explained but before the gaggle of ladies could say more, Y/n appear from the hallway with a chart in her hand. She froze.

"Jack?" She said his name like she was scared something had happened but Joy stood up.

"Shame on you for not telling us how pretty this man is!" Joy scolded Y/n and she blushed.

"Look Y/n, he brought you flowers. You know yellow roses are a friendship flower right?" One of the other nurses spoke up.

"Yeah but she expressed they were her favorite." Jack explained earning a smile from Y/n.

"I also brought you coffee." He added holding it up. The women made noises of awe and Y/n sighed.

"Okay, that's enough. Let's get back to work ladies. I can take it from here." Y/n shooed the ladies away and Joy sat with her chin resting on her hand.

"Oh honey I work right here." She smirked as Y/n walked around the desk and pulled Jack by his elbow towards the empty waiting room.

"Sorry, I would have texted you but I wanted to surprise you." Jack held out the coffee and Y/n took it.

"I usually don't like surprises but this is a really nice one. I like this one." She sipped the coffee and closed her eyes with a sign of enjoyment. Jack had kept the receipt from when Y/n had brought him coffee just to memorize what she liked for breakfast. He thought it would be a useful thing to know if she ever stayed the night but this worked too.

"I dropped Ace at the house and your mom's day nurse said you were here covering someone's shift so I figured I would bring you a mid-day pick me up." Jack held out the flowers to her.

"These aren't from mom's garden...she'll be devastated." Y/n joked.

"Yeah well I figured having her cut me some flowers first thing in the morning wouldn't show much effort on my part." Jack laughed.

"You came all this way to brighten my day just because I let Ace stay the night?" She smirked and Jack shook his head.

"Actually, I came all this way to see if maybe you would consider having dinner with me tonight? Your mom's nurse already said she didn't mind working a double." Y/n couldn't help the grin on her face. He had gone through a lot of trouble just to ask her to dinner.

"I work until 10:00 tonight-" Joy cleared her throat catching their attention.

"I'm sure we can get you out of here by 9:15...9:30 at the latest." Joy mouthed a solid DO IT! to Y/n and Jack chuckled.

"You don't have to agree to it but you told me to wait until my head was clear and I woke up today feeling like a new person. I felt lighter and excited for the future. I also couldn't stop thinking about you." Jack stepped in closer to Y/n trying to have a somewhat private exchange with Y/n while the others watched on.

"No pressure-"

"I would love to." She smiled at him taking the flowers and holding them to her chest.

"Really? Great." Jack shoved his hands in his pockets not wanting to seem fidgety with excitement.

"I'm going to stop home and shower after work but I'll text you once I'm walking over." Y/n she put her free hand on his chest and Jack nodded in understanding.

"It's a date." He said patting her hand as it slid down his chest. He made sure to stop off at the desk before leaving.

"Joy, you're a sweetheart and my new favorite person. Never change." He grinned making Y/n laugh as he walked away. The women immediately began to bombard Y/n about Jack the moment he was out of ear shot but she wasn't paying attention to them. She was enjoying the coffee and roses that he had brought her that seemed to make her heart beat faster.

[whumpytales]

WHUMPTOBER DAY 1- TORTURE TUESDAY!

Public Torture/public Use, stress position, "If you cry, we'll go easy on you."

((Tw: Mentions of violence, Creepy Whumper, Electrocution))

"Welcome! Welcome one and all To everyone's favourite Show!!"

Gamemaster, A villain with the personality of a gameshow host, greeted the captive audience, also consisted of the city's villains, in the studio. His grin is wide, showing his surprisingly clean and shiny teeth to the audience.

"Today, we have a very special guest for today! Some...nasty little bird that I've been dying to catch for some time....and now, it's finally happening!" He squealed, his hands fidgeting intensely, like a kid about to receive his newest toy. He grabbed the end of the Fabric covering the cage in the middle of the stage. "Give a round of applause for their beloved hero... STARSTRUCK!~"

As he pulled out the fabric, he revealed that, indeed, the villain had caught one of the heroes of the city....Starstruck. A girl, not older than 23, that seemed to be like a "Magical girl"...her puffy and kinda cute purple dress with white stars on the end of the skirt, and her long black hair contrasted with her distasteful expression. Her eyes filled with impotence...and absolute rage.

The public gasped, and Gamemaster got closer to the cage, his smile more deranged and prideful.

"I must say, my dear, you are so much better when you're trapped here and not jumping around trying to destroy my plans..." He cooed, caressing the girl's hair softly before putting a collar on her neck, much to the hero's confusion. "Don't you think so, honey? You like being trapped like the little doll you are, don't ya?" He teased as he kept caressing her hair.

"I'd be happier if you would just drop the theatrics and let me beat your ass, like I always do!" She barked, her smug and hotheaded attitude in broad daylight. "You poor, pathetic and insufferable piece of-" However, her insults were interrupted by her screams, as Gamemaster, with a click on a button, the collar in her neck began BUZZING! Sending shock waves all over her.

After what felt like an eternity, the villain stopped.

"I'm so, So Sorry...that was the wrong answer!" He faked an apology, his voice filled with venom and condescension. "But it's ok, my dear, you can get it right next round! And maybe, if you get them right, I might Let you go! ...Maybe."

Starstruck was about to say something again, but, as she saw the laughing audience and the villain's eagerness to push that damn button again...she realised that maybe aggravating the bad guy wasn't such a good idea.

So, she just nodded, and as the Gameshow Host was announcing the next part of the "game", she thought about how she probably needed her team to come and rescue her...

This will be a long game...

[royal-ruin]

red, white, and royal blue fic recs (part 2)

other rwrb fic recs here personal favorites are starred, by the way. everything is complete unless stated otherwise.

five times henry's competency turned alex on and the one time it turned him into a pile of romantic goo by helenblqckthorn (~4k)

Alex has a fucking thing for competency. A competency kink, if he wants to be crude. And it just so happens that his boyfriend is one of the most competent men in England. Well, Alex, he thinks. You sure know how to pick ‘em.

*ever so careful (heartbreak remix) by everwitch (~7k)

Did you know about me and Henry? Henry is a singer in the mega-popular boyband Honey. Alex is an award-winning actor. But before either of them made their claim to fame, they were something else entirely.

so heart-breakingly beautiful

*i see you (your whole heart) by indomitablelove (~7k)

‘I think he’s excellent,’ Arthur says, picking up a knife from the pot of jam to spread over his toast. ‘It’s refreshing to see someone be so unapologetically themselves. I think we need more of that.’ He glances at Henry. ‘I think that everybody should be able to be exactly who they are, without shame.’ Five times Arthur tried to tell Henry he knew (and one time Henry told him).

when i tell you this had me tearing up

*fleeting seconds (wish you would hold me for more) by zellymaybloom (~9k) incomplete

Henry and Alex have a tradition where they kiss on New Years. 5 times they do, 1 time they don't. Henry isn't sure how much it means. OR in a world where Rio doesn't spark a rivalry, but instead a friendship, Alex kisses Henry every year instead of Nora.

more of the boys being completely oblivious (mostly alex ofc)

(baby) don't make me spell it out by extasiswings for letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (~2k)

One night near the end of first semester 1L finals, just a few weeks before the two-year anniversary of their first kiss, Alex finds himself looking up from his desk with its messy piles of color-coded notes and tabbed textbooks to see Henry asleep on the couch, clearly having dozed off waiting for him to come to bed, and unbidden he thinks, God, I’m going to marry this man. It startles him, the spike of adrenaline that floods through him waking him up and bringing the parts of his brain turning over concepts like proximate cause and strict liability to a standstill as he stares at Henry.  I want to marry this man.

a must-read. i never get tired of alex's pining. (should clarify, they are dating here)

I'm Fine With My Spite and My Tears (and my beer and my candles) by Megg1223 (~8k)

Henry leaves Alex at the lake house, but Alex doesn't storm Kensington. What happens when they see each other after three months? With the election right around the corner can Alex keep it together enough not to cause another international incident? Alex just needs to get through the night and then he can forget about the boy who broke his heart, but he's finding it increasingly difficult as the night goes on.

tagged with a happy ending, but it is angsty :(

**God Save the Blessed American President Mom by zipadeea (~31k)

["June stopped by at lunch; she showed me a delightful channel called Hallmark, which repeats the same story every hour after they swap one round of white, straight, small-town conventionally beautiful actors for another. It was entertaining.”  “June and I used to play a drinking game with those. Take a shot every time someone goes ice skating, sledding, or leaves the big city for their tiny hometown.”  “Good lord, you must’ve been sloshed in the first ten minutes.”] --- On December 4, 2021, an attempt is made on President Ellen Claremont's life.  Alex gets shot instead.

if you haven't read this, you definitely have to now. be warned it is very angsty though.