#like Noel’s right eye being covered

[skelaxo]

Some theoretical keychain designs— will probably keep tweaking them and still gotta work on Ashe and Wilardo

[tabiito]

DEBÍ TIRAR MÁS FOTOS II — hard launching with the blue lock boys after a rumour includes: isagi, barou and nagi read part 1 note: chat it's actually oliver who's the close source for barou

Shouei Barou, who's offended that he's linked with anyone other than you

You can hear Barou's disgruntled "The fuck?", as you're towelling yourself dry in the bathroom. Since there are a million things on God's green Earth that could elicit such a reaction from your neurotic boyfriend (including the state of the bathroom right now, with your various cosmetic products strewn about the place), you don't pay him much mind and go about your merry business.

That is, until you barely have half a second to cover yourself when he dramatically throws the door open and shoves his phone in your face. Shrieking, you attempt to push him out, but thanks to him being built like a brick wall, he doesn't budge.

"Have you seen this drivel?", he seethes, as you sigh, grabbing his phone and scanning the headline that was beginning to catch the eyes of the internet. Your lips curl upward, amused at how you'd and the entire team had been conveniently cropped out of the photo, focusing only on Barou and the lovely girl you'd met while picking him up from work.

"And?", you prompt, taking this less seriously than he is. "How could they even think of launching me with someone other than you?", he rages, feeling personally wronged as though they'd posted him with Isagi rather than a model was very clearly taken. You do a double-take at his words, feeling a soft smile creep up your face at his words, contrasting it with his furious expression.

The decision to keep your relationship private hadn't been one you had consciously taken; the nature of your public oriented careers had made the both of you discreet individuals when it came to your private lives. Perhaps you had done too good of a job sneaking around, since Barou, who solely alternates between training, matches, and his apartment caught a rumour in the rare time he'd been dragged along for a quick breakfast by the staff.

Barou fumes on about how you were the only person worth his "royal time" and other schizophrenic ramblings about the monarchy you'd wish he leaves on the pitch sometimes. The paws of his grubby agent are all over this; the man was constantly begging Barou to develop a more "family friendly" and "relatable" image in the name of PR. Glancing at your softened expression, Barou can't help the wicked smirk that crosses his face as he fishes his phone out of your hands.

If his agent wanted PR, he'll give it to him.

Yoichi Isagi, who can't help but exhibit strategic brilliance both on and off the field

Isagi's contract negotiations with BM were a little tense this time around. Sure, he was indebted to the club that had cultivated him since he was a young prodigy fresh out of Blue Lock, but in his prime, the German squad, now with Noel just as a coach couldn't quite match his style of play to the level he liked. So naturally, when the superstars of Madrid, where football legends are born, came calling, everyone expected him to instantly terminate his commitment and take the first flight to Spain.

Or so they thought. What they did not expect though, is for Isagi to hesitate, even slightly. Ever improving, adapting, constantly in search of more opportunities Isagi, for the first time, exhibited reluctance in his footballing career.

You thought it was absurd, though you certainly couldn't tell the man who was not his usual slur-shouting self, and instead emulating a rather tame house cat as he propped his laptop on his knees, head in your lap reviewing footage from his last match.

You tsk, pointing at the clear moment where he'd allowed Barcha to break through their defence.

"That should've been a clear red. Too bad the ref's been tapped since, like, forever," you shrugged, clicking your tongue. Isagi's eyes light up as you speak nodding along excitedly.

"Right? And I thought I was the only one! This new UEFA rule is so fuckin' stupid though, I swear that jackass was about to book me for arguing," he grouses, and you can't help the giggle that escapes your lips at the litany of profanity that seems to lace itself into Isagi's vocabulary whenever he talks about football.

"They completely narrowed the centre of the field for you guys. Forced you to pass wide and Schneider didn't even attempt to move forward. He could've completely shifted the midfield around," you add, and you notice Isagi furiously typing your words down.

As the child of a footballing icon, the sport's been in your blood since the very start. Though it wasn't in your fate to pursue it, you've always had a keen eye and an opinion that wasn't hampered by the yes-man group psychosis that inhabited a locker room, so it was only natural that Isagi would seek you out the first time you critiqued his trivela during training.

"Why are you typing all of this down?", you groan, tugging at his hair ever so slightly so he hisses in pain. "You won't need this for the next season," you grumble, and he snaps the laptop shut, flipping over so that he's looking at you with those stupidly large blue eyes of his.

You squint back down at him, sighing. "You need to sign that Madrid contract already. This is what you've been preparing for all your life," you say softly, as his fingers find yours, interlinking.

He grimaces, and you can see him internally tussling with his thoughts. His face has always had subtitles. "Yeah, but there's my whole life in Münich: you, the guys — "

You can't help but roll your eyes at his words, but also appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. "Please. You didn't bat an eyelid running into a mental facility for an unspecified amount of time without telling your parents to improve your game in Japan. I'm sure a two-hour flight distance is nothing for you."

He opens his mouth, but you interrupt him quickly.

"And don't tell me all of a sudden that you've developed an emotional attachment to Kaiser."

He slowly shuts it and you smirk in response.

"I'm going to be there with you every step of the way," you promise, and he simply flops back into your lap, inhaling your familiar fabric softener. "You've outgrown us now. You're meant for bigger things, Yoichi," you prod, and when he looks back up at you, you can see that he's made his decision.

Fast forward to the Champion's League final. You've put aside your petty irritation at the fake news an Instagram model decided to spread a day prior to the match by jumping on the clout bandwagon to finally make an actual appearance at one of Isagi's matches, much to the annoyance of your father.

You're seated on the opposite ends of where you usually sit, proudly sporting white and purple that clashes with the red and black that sneers at you from the BM stands, screaming Isagi's name til you go hoarse. You'd gotten some weird looks from those who knew of you, but you completely lost track as Madrid cooked Münich in a thrilling 90 minute rollercoaster. With Isagi proudly sporting the heavy champion's gold medal around his neck, you can't help yourself as he motions to you to join him on the field. Skipping over the barriers, he catches you in his arms, laughing ecstatically for thousands to see as confetti showers from above.

He wouldn't have made this move if it wasn't without your go-ahead, so he rightfully slides the medal of his neck, sliding it on you as you gape at him in awe. Snapping a quick picture, he posts his true appreciation for you much later into the night, when the music and crowd dies down and it's just him and his thoughts, laying any useless rumours to rest.

Nagi Seishiro, who's down a little too bad

Nagi's baffled at how you can sound so chirpy despite a 9-hour time difference over FaceTime. Along with the mechanics of Azir, your affinity for early mornings remains one of the great mysteries of the universe for Nagi.

As you ramble on about your day, along with your first professional game that you played as a part of Worlds qualifiers, Nagi finds himself being slowly lulled off to sleep. You couldn't possibly blame him, right? His bed was so inviting, and it was 1AM in London after all.

"Hey! You better be listening to me!", you protest, and Nagi's eyes flutter open, losing the warm embrace of sleep he was so desperately chasing.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, hmm I was," he sighs, rolling over in his bed. Somehow it was taking him much longer to fall asleep in an empty room.

"Really? What was the last thing I said?"

"Er. Something about trying a matcha latte," he mumbles, knowing he's skipped larger portions of the conversation. You, however, seem to have a worse short-term memory than him as you proceed to repeat the entire incident back to him. He doesn't particularly mind, considering the calming influence your voice has on him.

Once again, he's just about to fall into dreamland when you snap him back to reality.

"Your manager called me by the way. I haven't returned her call. Do you have any idea why?", you ask, and he hums. He does remember something she was ranting to him about during today's PR briefings.

"Uhh, I think it was about me being shipped with someone," he says, trying to recall the name. You blanche on camera, your eyes widening as he names some generically popular streamer who everyone in the world watches, but apparently Nagi watched with a special interest.

"What the fuck? How come they confused one of my lives with somebody else's?", you groan, as you scrolled through the hashtag that had already begun shipping Nagi and the other streamer together.

"Does it bother you?", Nagi asks simply, propping the camera up since he realises that he's not going to be in for much sleep tonight when you start reading out the comments that have flooded gossip pages across the net.

You pause mid-rant, choosing a minute to think. The first time you and Nagi had started talking, it was clear that this was going to be a private relationship. You were already an overworked E-sports player, and Nagi, a global footballing phenomenon, had initially taken to your streams to figure out some decent plays. The last thing you needed was the internet on your ass.

But this rumour in particular though, hit a little too close to home. You'd made it two years in without an inkling of suspicion for the both of you (even though you chose him in FIFA a little too much, and he'd accidentally made a half-body cameo in one of your streams when he walked in and picked up your cat), and at this point you'd rather have him linked to you than some streamer, who was, in reality in a very loving relationship.

"I guess. It's not like we can do anything without PR's approval, though," you say exasperatedly, and Nagi doesn't like the way your chirpy tone drops to a more flat and dull one.

"Ah, this is such a hassle. Hold on."

a/n tbh I'm not happy with how any of these turned out but something's better than nothing 😜😜😜

[imaginesbymonika]

Futile Devices | Part 1

Pairing: Noel Gallagher x childhood-best friend!reader

Plot: There’s nothing quite like realizing your feelings once it’s too late. But what would life be without a speck of hope?

(1985)

You gaze at the ceiling, while soft guitar music fills the atmosphere. Outside you could hear people yell at one another, and perhaps Noel heard it too because his singing voice abruptly became a bit louder: “You’re my Coney Island Baby, you’re so precious, so sweet…” At the sound of someone slamming the door shut you involuntarily lift your head. “You’re my lucky star, that’s what you are.”

His voice is soft, or at least he attempts to sound smoother than he’s capable of being. Just last week, he managed to catch a vicious throat infection somehow. You kidded about how he got it from some girl down the block, but when he didn’t laugh about it you felt stupid. “How’s your throat?”, you ask, turning your head to get a better look at him. Noel shrugs:” You tell me.”

You nod before letting your head fall back down on the mattress. Outside the window, thick grey clouds have covered the once-blue sky, and a few tiny raindrops roll down the glass. “I hate September.”, you whisper and he quits playing. His eyes are burning holes into the top of your head:” I know. You say that every year.” “But only because every year, September manages to disappoint me.”

He chuckles before clearing his throat. He winces at the slight ache.

“Have you written anything new, yet?”, you ask, counting the small cracks in the ceiling. Three, five- eight. “Hmm, maybe.”, he replies, his fingers are tapping on the instrument. “Can I hear it?” “When it’s finished, sure.” A silence falls upon you both before Noel speaks up:” By the way, why- what did Tommy say to you?”

You quickly roll over onto your stomach:” Tommy? You mean when we stood in front of Ben’s Pub?” Noel nods, his fingers have stopped moving. It was the same bar where you and Noel kissed one another for the first time, a couple of years ago. Both of you happened to be extremely drunk that night, nevertheless not drunk enough for you to forget about it -you wondered if he had.

“He asked me for my number.”

“Oh, did he?”, a soft scoff escapes his lips, while he stares outside into the afternoon:” Did you give it to him?” There’s a newfound harshness to his voice, but it quickly disappears when he clears his throat once more. “No.”, you simply answer:” He’s not my type, anyway.”

Noel nods:” Yeah, right.” He slightly raises his guitar, until it’s back upright in his lap:” You’re my Coney Island Baby, you mean so much to me. You’re my pretty little lady.” A faded sigh escapes you before you move back onto your back. Ten, twelve, thirteen.

“Did you call Stacy back?”

He hums in response. “You know, that bird from school. Gave you her number on a cigarette.” You loathed how cool that was. And after a few moments of silence, Noel shakes his head:” Not my type, you know.”

Your eyes move down to your fingers, while they play with the corner of his beige bedsheets:” Well, what’s your type anyway?” The regret forms itself quickly in your abdomen and you swallow thickly. However, Noel merely chuckles:” I think, I need to know someone before I-, well, you know.” And you do.

“Yeah. Me too.”

[byuljoonie]

moonlight // knj

I’m sorry baby I’m just really hot…

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: one shot, slight angst, fluff, growing tension, boyfriend material, extreme smut, desperation, succubus intentions…

word count: 5k+ (sorry)

warnings: mentions of mature topics, spit, namjoon driving lmao, thigh humping bcs desperate, throat goat, dom!sub, dom rm!sub reader, alcohol consumption, probably a good amount of swearing, post-gym namjoon, grocery store activities, slight car play, teasing, oral, summer night, riding, overstimulation, a little masochism

summary: namjoon promised to go to the grocery store with you after the gym (extended ending on ao3)

note: just had what cody ko and noel would call a “power thought.” I literally just had a spark of inspiration bcs it’s really hot in the south right now and Namjoon’s vogue cover is to die for. enjoy and feel free to check out any of my playlists while reading. Sorry for any little mistakes. gonna make a tag list after I post 10 works! -ash (wrote this draft a few months ago so it might be slightly more extreme than expected.)

My reflection stared back at me, tracing the movement of the cloth against my skin. The long slit of the black fabric starts by the left knee and leaves an opening at the bottom of the dress. My manicured feet sat firmly against the hardwood bedroom floor, grounding me away from my persistent thoughts. I grabbed my sunglasses from the stand mounted on the cream walls and turned swiftly on my heels. Abandoning the mirror with a grimace on my face.

I loved this dress very much, the long sleeves light and airy protecting me from the harsh summer rays. The way it hugs my figure is like someone familiar. The same someone that bought this dress for me. He crossed my mind once more sending another surge of anger through me.

Namjoon promised to come along to the grocery store with me today but he’s been at the gym for almost 2 hours now. He said he’d only be gone an hour but an hour quickly turned to two, now I’m dressed and past ready to go. I hated going to crowded stores, at this rate we’ll never beat the after-work rush.

I sat on the bed putting on my anklet he gifted me for our 3 year anniversary. Yet another gift that I’m wearing today, being spoiled ruining my plans of holding a grudge tonight on our date. I slipped on some black socks and made my way towards the door. Listening as the front door swings open with a beep of the automatic keypad.

I excitedly descend the stairs, my black dress sweeping the floor behind me beautifully like a wedding gown flowing in the summer breeze. The second step I’ve already failed at trying to be mad at him.

“Baby! Where you at?” He says deep voice roaring through our apartment. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs almost running into his chest. He smiled at me taking in all of my body, returning to my eyes after his brief but thorough inspection.

“Right here NAMjoon,” I stated putting extra emphasis on his surname. I watched as his chest rose and fell with every breath, his skin glistened with sweat. Tan skin accentuating his muscular frame, my mouth parted slightly at the sight. He looked heavenly I almost lost my composure.

“I’m sorry I took so long Y/N my trainer wouldn’t let me leave until the workout was complete,” he said walking towards me. Smirking at the way my eyes followed his every movement.

“You look so gorgeous Princess, this dress is perfect for you,” he said pulling me into a tight embrace. Grabbing a handful of my ass as he reached over to rest his chin on my shoulder. I yelp in surprise at the sudden groping, melting into his body and giving up on being angry. I wanted to take him right now but first, we need food or we’ll be eating out for another week before we have time to shop again.

“Whatever Joon go shower we have to leave as soon as possible and you’re stinky,” I said pulling away from him and then standing on my tippy toes to kiss him quickly. He kissed me back beginning to deepen it before I push him away again. I give him a knowing look and bid him goodbye as I walk to the kitchen to make him a snack to eat in the car. The store was about a 25 minute drive from us but it was worth it for the produce.

I grab a few ingredients from the fridge to make him a nice sandwich with an everything bagel. I prepared everything quickly and put it in a small ziplock bag next to my purse. I heard Namjoon exiting our bedroom 15 minutes later, humming a sweet tune in his beautiful vibrato.

“Come on babe I already have the car warming up,” he said grabbing my hand and lightly pulling me next to him. He’s wearing a light brown shirt with a pair of distressed blue jeans. Looking as handsome as always I drink in his appearance for eternity. We walked to the elevator quietly, Namjoon tapping away on his phone until the elevator doors opened to be let us out.

As we walk towards our car I begin to sweat a little, the setting Sun still scorching my skin like its’ noonday twin. I started to speed up a little pulling Namjoon along so I could feel the relief of the A/C sooner than later. He swung the door open for me making sure my dress wasn’t in the way before shutting the door.

Namjoon jumps in quickly closing the door before the heat could penetrate the closed air. It still wasn’t cool enough in here, with the sun beaming directly on our vehicle the A/C felt like lukewarm hell. I let down the window hastily fanning myself as we pulled out of the parking lot.

After I few minutes of fanning and desperation, I looked over and behold a sight that would make any woman yearn in an instant. A head of sweat moved swiftly down the expanse of Namjoons golden jaw. Resting at the base before dropping down onto his slightly exposed shoulder. His lips rose colored from his unconscious biting. I wanted to reach over and swallow him whole, I crave him so bad I can’t help but squeeze my legs together at the thought.

I was so caught up in my sinful thoughts I didn’t notice him glance over at me. A twinkle in his eye set off the indication of a torturous idea. Namjoon placed his large hand on my thigh, causing me to tense up instantly. Before I could utter a word he reached over my leg and grabbed his sandwich from my lap.

His smile turning into a stifled laugh as he continued to stare straight ahead. I must have let out the small noise I was holding in because he seemed to know exactly what would tick me off right now. I turned my attention towards the windshield trying to focus on the passing cars and people watching. Then an idea popped into my head.

I pull out my phone and open the group chat I have with our 6 best friends. I stop and think of what to type before another brilliant idea is brought to me. I pose provocatively making sure my cleavage was “present,” in my photo. I took a couple of pictures, some with sunglasses and some staring at Namjoon. He patiently drove, oblivious to my sly intentions. He hummed along to one of his favorite songs looking over at me to shoot me a wink.

I giggled and looked away almost feeling bad for what I’m going to do. Yet not bad enough because I went ahead and sent the photos with a message. “Should I post these on my close friends? I don’t know if I look good enough today…” I said ending with a sad face. It didn’t take long for our phones to simultaneously vibrate. Secretly glancing over at Namjoon, I unlock my phone knowing he can’t check his until we’re in the lot.

Hobi ddaeng: You look great !! Of course, you should post it, Namjoon talk some sense into her.

Me: He’s driving right now. I didn’t ask for his opinion yet I want to hear you guys first :)

Park Chanel: ooooh…I see…

Park Chanel: If you don’t post the pictures I will! Wow wow you look beautiful. Nice..dress and necklace.

I looked down at my neck realizing I didn’t wear a necklace today. Oh Jimin you’re evil Namjoon is going to kill me and you. I laughed a little at his crude behavior and read the next incoming message.

Yoongi: You’re gonna get hit Jimin *laughing emojis*

Me: mmm just because you guys said so I will post it hehe

Before I could read the next response I felt the car shake as we pulled into the grocery store parking lot. I quickly went on my sns and posted two of the pictures on my close friends. Picking the two the boys liked the most. I was starting to get nervous, I know how possessive he is with me and I’m the same but I want revenge for making me frustrated.

Namjoon pulls into an open parking spot almost near the front of the bustling building. I take off my seatbelt with a click grabbing my purse from my lap and swinging the door open. I wanted to beat Namjoon inside before he could read the texts and catch me. As I hurriedly closed the door I saw him reading the messages, jaw tensing with rage.

I hear him call my name from the car and a slam of a car door followed behind the sound of his sexy voice. His long legs easily closing the space between us as he grabbed my hand, squeezing it while looking at me. I put my shades on ignoring his questions. Stroking the back of his hand as I never break eye contact with the automatic sliding doors.

“Can you get us a cart pet?” I froze at the nickname. He knows what he’s doing, and I don’t plan on breaking that fast. I let go of his hand briefly going to grab the first cart I saw. Cleaning the handle before strutting back over to my boyfriend as he eyed me intensely.

I let him grab the cart from me but not before pulling him down to whisper in his ear. “Anything for you Daddy..” I say in a hushed tone. Making sure to leave a kiss on his sensitive earlobe as I pull away.

I walk forward trying not to laugh at the silly nickname I used to get him riled up. He trailed behind me, failing to hide his blatant staring at my ass. We make our way down the aisles trying to speed up the process as people begin piling into the store.

“Joonie baby I can’t reach this,” I said struggling to reach the box of goldfish on the top shelf. He moved over to me in a flash, pressing his front flush against my back. I heard his breathing stop as I purposely pushed my ass against him.

“This one, this one, this one, or this one…” He trailed off purposely picking the wrong boxes to tease me. He finally grabbed the correct item and tossed it in the cart. Walking away as if he didn’t leave me speechless and flustered on the cracker aisle.

I follow him to the snack aisle after grabbing a few bottles of wine and champagne for our date tonight. The empty aisle presents another opportunity for me to assert my dominance. I walk over to the chips looking at them inquisitively as if I’m mocking a character.

“Honey do you want this kind or this kind?” I said while bending over. Making sure to sway slowly as I wait for an answer. “Babe? Which-“ I was cut short as a hand firmly grabbed my ass causing me to yelp in surprise and sit up straight.

“I want this one right here,” he growled in my ear. I turned around and looked at him, watching his eyes darken with hunger. “Let’s get outta here yeah?” He questioned looking into my eyes. I nodded furiously ready to exit this hell and get home to what’s waiting.

We race to the self-checkout line, scanning and bagging groceries like a 5000-dollar prize is awaiting the winner. Namjoon grabbed my hand after he paid and pulled me along with him as he pushed the basket with his other hand. He was so warm, skin clear and kissable. I wanted to pull him aside and cover him in kisses, not caring about the people around us.

Namjoon unlocks the car as we stop beside it. I move to walk around the cart but he stops me in my tracks. “Let me help you get the groceries in the car love,” I say looking confused at his sudden maneuver.

Unexpectedly, he opened the car door and motioned for me to get inside. I insisted again that I help but he gave me a look that I know better than to disobey. I got inside praying I didn’t anger him too much. I set myself up for this one, didn’t I? It’ll be worth it in the end right? Maybe I went a little too far with the texts but I can’t help but shiver with anticipation. I pull out my phone to text Jimin about my bad decisions.

Me: I think I fucked up lol

Park Chanel: you’re welcome ;)

Namjoon slams the trunk shut causing me to jump in surprise. I close my phone sitting it in the cup holder beside me. He gets in the car, jaw still tense as he turns the key in the ignition. I thought about breaking the silence but the tension was so thick a knife would recoil at the slight pressure of penetration. Namjoon puts on his seatbelt then proceeds to look at me.

“ I don’t want to hear another peep from you Y/N..” he starts lowly not breaking eye contact for a second. “You’ve done enough for tonight, if you do anything stupid I swear I will pull the car over and take you on the side of the road. I promise you wouldn’t want that.” He deadpans and looks away from me, pulling out of the parking spot. I utter a soft okay and prepare to behave the rest of the way home.

I slide my palm over to his free hand resting on his thigh. I stare firmly at him, giving my best puppy eyes in return. He doesn’t look away from the road but I watch as his lip twitches into a small smile. He grabs my hand, rubbing his large thumb over the back of my hand. In love can’t begin to describe how I truly feel about this man.

I laugh as he tries to sing along to Smoke Sprite, raspy voice blending well with Soyoon. I rap along to his part of the song, stealing the spotlight and making him bop his head in excitement. The song finishes and we’re about 10 minutes from our place. I check my phone and see a text from our group chat, making the recent grocery store escapades flash through my mind. I want him to touch me again, I like it when he’s desperate and needy for me.

Another terrible idea floods my brain accompanied by a mound of outcomes. I suddenly let go of Namjoons hand causing him to spare me a confused expression. A smile graced my face as I turned my body forward, grabbing the slit of my dress and opening it over my legs. I let my left hand run down the front of my dress, stopping at my panties hesitating even.

I slide my hand under the fabric immediately coming in contact with the soft skin. I dip my fingers and get to work. I began letting out dramatized moans and grunts. I moan Namjoon's name and furiously let my hand lose control. I looked over and saw Namjoon gripping the steering wheel in frustration. Sweat adorned his angelic face, veins prominent in his hands. I let this go on until we reached the last stop light near our apartment building. I sat up and closed my legs acting like I didn’t just masturbate next to my boyfriend in a moving car.

We pull into the lot entering our designated spot. Namjoon quietly turned off the engine and released a sigh that he seemed to have been holding in. He looks absolutely pissed and it’s so sexy. His erratic breathing only made me wetter by the second.

“You’re going to follow my instructions carefully. I don’t want to hear a word from you or tonight will be your worst fucking nightmare got it?” He questioned angrily letting his eyes trail over my body once more. I nodded too scared to move an inch more.

“Go upstairs, get undressed, wait in the middle of the bed. If you’re not in that spot when I come up there in 15 minutes, you better pray you can stop time.” He seethes hotly. “Yes sir,” I say scared and ready for more. He gets out of the car walks around and opens my door. He grabs my purse from my lap holding eye contact, his brown almond eyes dark and predatory.

“Go.” He states motioning for me to exit the vehicle. I get out swiftly, grabbing my purse from his hand and sprinting towards the entrance of the building. The elevator took an eternity to bring me to our floor. I ran to the door and shakily put in the passcode, messing up a few times before it finally let me in.

My shoes are off in a flash, I leave my purse by the door as well abandoning my shades on the counter as I run past to the stairs. I burst into our room, slipping my dress off. Almost fell as I grabbed my silk lavender robe hanging on the wall. I threw it on and climbed onto the bed. My anklet glowed in the natural light seeping through the parted curtains. The front door swung open slamming against the wall.

I heard shuffling, cabinets opening and closing for 10 more minutes before his heavy footsteps echoed through our hallway. He walked into the room eyeing me before raising an eyebrow. I started to sweat nervously hoping I did what I was told.

“Who told you to put on your robe Y/N?” He questioned in amusement. He slowly walked over to me, grabbing each side of the robe and ripping it open. He discarded it onto the floor and stalked around the bed, he stood at the front motionless. “On your knees in front of me, now.” He said and I immediately left the bed. I swung my legs over the side and dropped to my knees.

Namjoon watched me through lidded eyes as I crawled over to him on my knees, stopping directly in front of his growing bulge. I was quick to unlatch the hook of his buckle, the metal of the belt clinging as it hit the hardwood floors.

“I’ll excuse the robe mishap since you’re so eager to taste me doll face,” he said reaching down to grab my chin. A loud moan echoed through the room as he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. He looked down at me, motioning his head back as if telling me to open up. I did as I was told and watched as he spit in my mouth and closed it back. He pulled his pants down and kicked them to the side.

“Good girl, now eat.” He said intensely. He hummed in satisfaction, eyes never leaving the way I wrapped my fingers around his cock and finally engulfed his length into the warmth of my mouth. I took him in slowly inch by inch, his girth heavy against my tongue as I extended my jaw wider and wider. I choked a little as he hit the back of my throat.

“You look so fucking gorgeous with your lips wrapped around me, pet,” his fingers tightened into my hair, his gaze stoic and heavy on me. Pet. The pet name earned a moan from me as I began a steady rhythm of sucking. My fingers were coated in a thick layer of saliva, Namjoon’s cock easily sliding against my pressured grip as my cheeks hollowed, jaw growing sore from my strenuous movements.

He groaned loudly, fucking my throat faster until I could no longer take it. I let my jaw go slack so he could use me as his personal toy. He grabbed my face and fucked it harder until I was seeing stars. A beautiful repetition of my name strung from his tongue, stilling as he came into my mouth. I happily swallowed every drop, coughing around his cock one last time, sending a shiver through his body.

“Good job, get on the bed I want to taste you. I can see you dripping on the floor,” he smirks as he picks me up and helps me onto the bed. He walks around and gets in the middle of the bed, watching me as I sit patiently waiting for instructions.

“Come here baby, sit on my face,” he motioned for me to come to him. I slowly crawled towards him, bracing myself on his lap. He kissed me roughly, tasting himself on my tongue, running his hand down to play with my chest. Nipples sensitive to the touch, he pulls away from me, taking my right breast in his mouth. Sucking and nibbling on me, teasing me. He pulled off with a pop, scooting further down the bed and then lifting me so I could move towards his face.

I place my hands on the headboard hovering over his face in anticipation. He suddenly grabs my thighs and pulls me down onto him. I scream out in pleasure as he dives into my center. Feverishly lapping his tongue at my pussy like it’s the last time he’ll have me. His moans send intense vibrations through my body, making me scream his name. We’ll have a noise complaint tomorrow.

I felt my orgasm coming on, riding his tongue until my legs were sore. He let go of my left thigh to slap my ass hard, signaling me to cum on his tongue. I came with a loud groan of his name. Shaking and twitching as I came down from my high.

Namjoon grabbed my hips, gently guiding me down to his lap. His face was covered in my essence, from nose to chin, he glistened like an Angel. He smiled and rubbed circles on my tummy as he watched me shake.

“Don’t think we’re done darling, I’m not finished until I see my cum dripping down your pretty legs.” He gave me one last smile before his eyes darkened once more. He grabbed my hips and lifted me slightly, sticking his girth fully inside me. I sank slowly, letting him fill me to the brim. Tears streamed down my cheeks loving the painful stretch in my core.

“Ride me until I say stop.” He deadpanned motioning for me to move or else. I started to ride him painfully slow, not being able to take much more. This was my opportunity to finally seize control. I picked up the pace, rhythmic grunts and sounds of skin slapping filled the room. I put my hands on his chest and let my hips do the talking.

I ground down harder, spelling his name with every swift motion of my hips. I felt his cock twitch inside of me, indicating he was close already. Now that I have control I’m going to make him feel everything he did to me. I moved faster, causing the bed to shake and tremble with every shout of his name.

He grabbed my hips trying to make me slow down but I only grind down harder. Clenching and tightening around him to send me him over the edge. I watched as his orgasm roared through him, eyes rolling to the back of his head. I kept moving, milking everything from him. Getting closer to my orgasm, I let myself go with one last yell of his name.

Squeezing my eyes shut as I finally stilled. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, the bed creaking as I rolled off of him. Shivering as the empty feeling overtakes me when he’s not inside of me. “I hope I didn’t get too carried away,” I started while looking over at my completely wrecked boyfriend.

“That was perfect.” He said smiling over at me. He slowly stood up, going to our bathroom to retrieve a towel. He returned momentarily, cleaning me off and then cleaning himself. Throwing the towel in the hamper against the wall. I was so exhausted I could barely move. I got under our giant duvet, getting comfortable fairly quickly.

Namjoon glanced at me, nestled under the warm blankets, my eyes getting heavy with exhaustion. He promised me a special date night and he was determined to make it happen, even if he just put me to sleep. With a gentle smile, his aftercare continued.

“Hey, babe,” he whispered softly, brushing a strand of loose hair from my face. “I know you’re tired but I don’t want our date night to go to waste.”

I yawned in response and mumbled sleepily, “Joonie I’m so comfy right here.” Earning a chuckle from him, my reluctance seeped through the atmosphere. “I know, but trust me, you won’t regret it. I’ve got something in the living room set up for us.”

That caused me to sit up, curiosity overcoming my fatigue. “Oh? What is it?” I said carefully. “It’s a surprise, but I promise it’ll be worth it.” He said leaning in to plant a kiss on my forehead.

With his gentle encouragement, I reluctantly pushed the covers aside and allowed Namjoon to help me out of bed. He passed me the discarded robe and my slippers, and together we made our way to the living room.

Where soft candlelight flickered with a movie on the screen waiting to be played. As I settled onto the couch I couldn’t help but smile at the effort Namjoon had put into creating this romantic haven. A charcuterie board with our favorite snacks and 2 bottles of the wine we purchased earlier were on the coffee table.

Namjoon plopped down beside me, taking my hand in his. “See princess? Our date night in the living room isn’t so bad, is it?” He said grinning like he won the lottery. My fatigue began to dissipate as I basked in the warmth of Namjoon's love and effort. “Not bad at all,” I said, feeling grateful for his consistency and thoughtfulness.

“Let’s start the movie I’m so excited!” I exclaimed pumping my fist in the air embarrassingly hard. Namjoon laughed and mimicked me, making me laugh even harder than before. The first half of the movie went by as we stuffed our faces with food and downed wine like it was our last supper. I was starting to feel tipsy and before I knew it my thoughts started wandering again.

“Mmm, these snacks are-“ Namjoon started as he reached for the charcuterie board. I interrupted his thought by grabbing his hand. Namjoon looked at me puzzled, “huh?” He says in surprise. I move closer and settle onto his lap. “I want to be closer to you,” I said, hands resting on his toned chest.

Namjoon blinked at me, a tipsy smile forming on his lips, “Well I can’t argue with that pet.” I look into his eyes exploring the galaxies I can reach within them. “You know, I love nights like these, just you and me, a movie, some wine…” I rambled to him.

“Yeah, me too. It’s moments like this when I realize how lucky I am to have you in my life baby.” He said while lost in my eyes. Searching for something, something that he knows I have. I leaned in slowly, our lips almost touching, “I love you Namjoon.” I kissed him before he could respond. Feeling his emotions spill into our kiss. He pulled us apart gently, rubbing his hand on my cheek. “I love you too Y/N.”

He grabbed my face and captured my lips again. A thief that could do no wrong in my eyes, I deepened the kiss craving more of him. Needing to feel something more. I slowly began moving my hips on his thigh, grinding down onto the exposed skin, earning a guttural groan from his throat.

His hands moved down the side of my body, exploring every curve, touching every mark he left on me this evening. He landed on my hips, guiding me to my last orgasm with his strong hands. The air was hot once more, soft moans and sweet nothings penetrated the quiet.

The movie is long forgotten, the candlelight coating the walls in a beautiful golden glow. I felt my orgasm building quickly, still sensitive from the earlier assault on my clit. Namjoon began bouncing his leg, adding more pressure on my center, and sending me over the edge.

I kiss him one last time before I fall fast asleep on him.

The end.

[leaawrites]

Gurllll drop the Noel fic rn pleeaaassseeee I need it I’ll even bark for it wroof wroof wroof ggrrrr

Willing

Noel Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: in which, she's willing to go through things, he never thought anyone would wanna go through for him.

Warnings: this is pure fiction, age gap, there is a child involved in all of this, (really) bad accents

Wordcount: 1.1k

Notes: I am halfly scared of you, anon, and halfly you are just comedy gold and I love you. If you want more Noel fics, send request if you have any and I'll try to work through them as quick as possible. (Liam or Damon as well.)

Masterlist

The little pads on the wooden floor woke her before she heard the little whimpers coming from beside the bed. With eyes closed she listened to the footsteps and the creek of the door as it opened like it always does, the quiet of the night making it grow louder than normally.

Opening her eyes with it, she saw the little girl pouting at her, with her bottom lip covering half her chin and streaks of tears running down from her eyes and onto the little flowered pyjama she was put into before bed. Purple flowers now seeming dark blue or even black.

“Hey, baby,” the woman cooed, sitting up and taking the small hands that were outstretched her way to pull her up into her arms. Slowly slipping out from under Noel’s arm that previously was lazily laying over her waist with a gentle grip on her skin. The spot where it laid being squeezed whenever something happened in his fantasy world to make sure she was still by his side. “What’s wrong?”

She couldn’t yet properly talk, only point and cry and whimper. Incoherent words lapping over unidentifiable sounds and morphing into a strange mix of gibberish and English those around her tried to understand. That were the only ways of how she could survive in this world. This world of monsters under beds and empty plates.

The child stopped crying at the attention, but her eyes were red and hurting. She tried keeping them close to keep the pain away but it didn’t help, it still hurt her no matter how hard she squinted her blue eyes shut. Putting one hand on her little stomach she tried making her understand. More whimpers leaving her mouth, more pain entering her eyes.

“Hun’ry,” she slurred with a tired voice, though Y/n knew that the moment she’d put the lights on that child would be wide awake.

Nuzzling her head against Y/n’s neck, wetting her skin with tears and salvia, chewing on the fabric of the white top, the small pleads for food were muffled now. Only heard as a hint for the woman to know what she wanted. Her small blue eyes were watching the man laying in bed disappear into the shades of the night until his silhouette was fully gone and replaced by a door, which was moving up and down as the little girl was being bounced on Y/n’s hip to calm her down, making her go quiet and not wake Noel, who was still sound asleep, in bed.

“Mama didn’t fed you right, huh?” she asked as she sat her down on the counter and started heating up the milk that was stored in the fridge. “You were already asleep as I got here, I couldn’t look after you as she brought you over.”

The baby laughed looking at the now pouting face of the older girl. Her eyes drifting over to the microwave and how the bottle inside of it turned in circles like a carousel they were on at the Christmas market a few months prior. The low humming sound filled the room, making the silence seem less foreign. Usually the house was filled with music and talking and laughter. Only after midnight it got quiet for once.

“I never thought I’d find myself here, with a baby and in love with a man 20 years older than myself. You’re not my baby, but I still wouldn’t trade you for the world. Neither would your daddy, you understand that? You are so loved, no matter what happens back at you mother’s place, alright?” She leaned closer, watching the girl’s pupils widen with every word, taking them in and saving them somewhere far away in the back of her mind so she could remember them even in years time. She wasn’t sure if the words reached anyone, but at least they reached herself. “You are not defined by the people you are made up from.”

The microwave dinged and the girl laughed as she felt tickles on her feet.

“I love you so much.” With a kiss on her head, the little girl was left sitting in admiration and hunger. Taking the milk, now warm and good for her to drink, out of the microwave, she turned around again, starting to fed the baby how it was supposed to be.

When she still pouted at her after getting her food, Y/n looked at her in a jokingly annoyed way. Scoffing and tsking her in playful admonition. “What do say, do you wanna sleep in a bed with me and daddy?”

At the furiously nodding head of the 2 year old in her arms, Y/n started laughing quietly. Turning around as the little girl was stretching out her arms towards the bedroom, assuming she already knew who was waiting, Y/n didn’t expect Noel leaning against the doorway, watching the pair with a content smile on his face. A little startled at the sudden figure in front of her, Y/n breathed in sharply, holding her chest as she recognized him.

“Shouldn’t you be sleepin’, little one?” He asked, taking the baby from her arms, as she nearly wiggled herself out from Y/n’s hold on her. “As should you.” His eyes were now focused on Y/n as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“You don’t expect me to let my favourite human being starve, do you?” She pouted at him, as did the little girl in his arms.

“Now you both look dissapoint’d a’ me, how you expect me to sleep well with that though’?”

“Hold us close and we might forgive you,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder and stepping closer.

“What a terrible terrible punishment,” he mumbled, leaning closer and kissing her lips, his hand lingering in her waist.

“Let’s get back to sleep, huh?” Y/n proposed, looking up at him and then to the girl, stroking her cheek as she was sound asleep against Noel’s shoulder.

Without an answer, he took her hand in his and guided her towards the bedroom, shutting off the lights in the process. Both laid on their respective sides, turned to each other, the child in their middle, softly watching her breath in and out, a sweet look in both their eyes. His one hand moved from moving the hair out of the child’s face to holding Y/n closer, while his other hand was held tightly by his daughter.

“I never thought anyone would actually be willing to go through all this,” he confessed into the night, making her eyes fly from the child’s face to his, watching her already.

“You don’t even know what I’d be willing to go through for you,” she confessed alongside him.

It was the truth though, no matter how silly it might sound. She loved him in a way she couldn’t possibly explain to anyone who has never gone through love like this.

[mediacircuspod]

Holy Ghosts Buddy Cop AU Part 4

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | … | 5 (coming soon)

(They take over renting Arthur’s old office and use it as a home base.)

Oscar, holding his head after reading a passage from an eldritch tome: These texts. It’s like they’re built to break the mind. My skull throbs when I read these names.

Noel: Oh shit. Give it here, kid.

Oscar: Detective. Did you not just hear what I said.

Noel: Just give it. *uses his hand to make a grabbing gesture*

Oscar: *rolls tired eyes and hands it to him*

Noel: *reads easily*

Oscar: ��

Noel: *oblivious to Oscar staring*

Oscar: … is this not… hurting you?

Noel, looking up: Oh! Nah… The king scrambled me up there so much I figured this would be fine. *smiling ruefully* Turns out I was right.

Oscar: So you’re cursed book proof?

Noel: Yeah, I guess

Oscar: Letting himself be jealous for approximately 5 seconds before pulling out three more books and opening them to pages that made his brain scream and pulling out a notepad: What does this say?

*

(Noel and Oscar driving down the road to lake Crawford.)

Oscar, looking up from the current bestiary he’s been studying: Do you think Daniel expected us to give his car back after leaving Addison?

Noel: For sure, he seems like a tight-laced guy. Probably expected it back a month ago.

Oscar: ….

Noel: ….

Oscar: ….

Noel: … I mean. He would definitely want us to have it while we search for Arthur. He probably doesn't even miss it.

Oscar: *sighs*

*

(getting absolutely wrecked by a monster squid)

Noel, being tightly squeezed by a thick black tentacle: NOTHING IN THAT BOOK COVERED A FREAKING KRAKEN?????

Oscar, using an oar to try and pry the tentacle from Noel: I CAN’T CHOOSE WHAT’S IN THE BLOODY BOOK, NOEL!!!!

Noel, hysterically: IT JUST SEEMS LIKE THIS SHOULD BE IN THE BOOK, RIGHT???

*Oscar giving up on the oar and grabbing Noel’s gun from its holster. He shoots a full clip into the tendril and it lets go, retreating into the water.*

Noel, falling to his knees in the boat and heaving: holy shit… just… maybe it should have… something… about Krakens… right?

Oscar, holding out the gun handle first to Noel: I’ll be sure to lodge a complaint with the long dead madman who wrote it. *turns away to start rowing again*

Noel, whispering: shit.

Oscar, who can't row the boat alone as he literally has one arm: *gesturing to Noel’s oar*… are you?

Noel, nodding too quickly: YEAH. Yeah, of course. *grabs the oar*

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Tagged Peeps: @styrofoamdoor

[teethburglar]

Day 12 is eat so I decided that it was the perfect time to talk about how weird frog eating is. Before anything let’s meet our model for today, Leo the Northern Leopard Frog (Lithobates pipiens).

Now Leo, like many leopard frogs, eats flies, crickets, worms, and indulges in a little cannibalism. But let’s ask, how does he eat them? He uses his tongue!

Now that’s not right, one moment

There we go! Frog tongues are attached to the inner lower “lip”, so to shoot out their tongue they just flip it out.

But wait, how does their prey stick to their tongue? While they’re many factors like the softness of it (being the softest biological material ever seen) and the damping (similar to that of a car’s shock absorption) what I find the most interesting is the saliva! Their saliva is non Newtonian, becoming thin when shear force is applied then thickening soon after. In this way when the frog shoots its prey it’s saliva covers it before thickening trapping the prey inside.

Congrats! The prey is now in Leo’s mouth, but now what? While Leo’s backwards tongue is great at catching food it’s less great for swallowing it.

Wait Leo how did you do that? Oh I see they used their eyes!

Yep, in lieu of a tongue many frog species use their eye stalks to push food down their throat! What clever creatures they are. Thank you Leo for your time.

If you want to learn more about how a frog’s tongue works check out this paper by Alexis C. Noel, Hao-Yuan Guo, Mark Mandica and David L. Hu.

And this paper to learn more about how frogs swallow with their eyes by Robert P. Levine, Jenna A. Monroy, and Elizabeth L. Brainerd.

[whimsyraincoats]

layla; noel gallagher

both in rock bands at the height of britpop, a slow burn i’ve thought way too much about!!!!!! if i can be bothered to write more that is hahaha

words: 1.2k

With one foot in front of the other, Layla made her way to the wooden bar that stretched across the far side of the hall. The building was noticeably dated, with arch windows boarded up and creaky floorboards underfoot. Streamers and fairy lights covered the walls, next to the paintings belonging to another time, as hues of pinks and blues danced in the air from the ceiling strobe lights. The girl, while focused on her destination, felt around in her pocket for a cigarette and her favourite lighter. Holding it to her lips, Layla’s attention draws to the flame as she flicked the top of the lighter. By the time she was at the bar, the drink she had decided on moments before had slipped from her mind. 

After she had ordered one of her default options, and rejoined her band, she began to feel the stresses of the year slipping away. From the chaos of the Brits to every tabloid having a say about her personal life, she couldn’t say ‘96 had been simple so far. “Ay, Layl come ‘ere.” Declan, the guitarist, almost shouted while he held out his hand. Taking it, she turned her body as she moved through the crowd. Declan wore his usual loose dark blue jeans, black shirt with rolled sleeves as his gentle curls stuck out in certain unruly directions in a way only he could get away with. His usually hard expression softened as he turned back to Layla, tugging her close as his arm slipped to her waist. Before she can query, a familiar voice cut off her uncertainty. 

“Layla, darling! Oh!” Kate exclaimed, as the London accent brought Layla’s mouth to a smile. After numerous hugs and introductions to other people in this corner of the room, Declan slips away while Kate and Layla collapse on the sofa nearly on top of each other, with a shared lit cigarette between them. An obscure 70s rock track plays in the background while the contents in the packets passed around gets harder, so does Layla’s ability to think straight. 

The moon outside hangs brightly in the sky, out of view from those inside the run down building. The night grows longer and the room busier, with more personas only fit for the music industry begin to take up space.

“Oi, Noel! I’m bloody talking to ya, and you ain’t saying anything back!” The younger brother yelled in others ear, unaware of the sheer volume of his voice.  “Christ, shut up for once in your life would’ya?” Noel bitterly said in response, scowling. “What’s got you in such a mood then ay?” Liam mocked leaning on the bar. “Nowt.” “Noel, listen if it’s still that stuff with- er what’s her name? Stacey? You gotta let it go man. Turn’d you into a right miserable sod.” The boy rambles as he downs his drink, clapping his brother on the shoulder and sauntering in the direction of a blonde eyeing him up. 

Noel’s scowl remains fixed, as despite Liam’s comment, he hadn’t thought of Stacey in months. His eyes scanned the room behind him, catching eyes with a girl before she uncomfortably looks away from him. It brought him back to days in Manchester, being dragged to the pub or bar so Liam could get over whatever fling was troubling him at the time. Knowing damn well none of the girls would even look his way. He knew with enough interaction, he could get attention, it’s what’s made his wit so sharp over the years but in London amongst brainless models, appearance is all that matters.

Feeling the effects of the numerous drinks and substances of the night, Layla treads carefully as her weight swings back and forth on her feet. Like expected, a cigarette hangs out her mouth that she had forgotten about. With her lighter in hand, she reaches the bar and lights it, just as someone bumps into her from behind. The gold metal hitting the floor with a clink. 

“Hey, yer lighter?” A mancunian accent speaks from beside her at the bar, after reaching down to pick it up. “No fuckin’ way, is this original?” The girl turns to the voice, taking in a small breath as she comprehends who’s talking. “Yea, from 1969, cost a bloody fortune to get a couple years ago”. Layla says letting out a nervous laugh as she takes the lighter from him. It was an original Beatles lighter dating back nearly 30 years, a few were produced but never ended up as official merchandise. With a small green apple engraved in the back, and The Beatles engraved in the front. 

“Layla, right? I’ve seen yer’ around” Noel questions as he looks her up and down. Her brown layered hair framing her face, curled up at the ends, with bangs echoing the 60s. His head spinning as he took in the way her denim mini skirt moulded with her body, and how her navy cami littered with polka dots leaves just enough of her waist exposed to spark something in him. Fluttering her eyelashes, she replies “Yeah! And your Gallagher, right?” He nods in response, “Just not Liam.” 

“Oh, don’t worry I know, saw him just a minute ago somewhere over there slagging off my band.” She gestures behind her. “Sounds like r’kid” Noel murmurs leaning in towards Layla. “I like your hair it’s very 60s, suits yer, and suits yer name.” 

“Thanks that’s sweet, and very original joke there Noel, your at least the fourth person this week.” She jokes as her eyes sparkle from her smile. Noel pretends not to feel his heart jump at the way his name sounds on her lips. “So you do know my first name after all?” He inquiries, arms nearly touching now as he leans on the bar top.  “Course I do, just didn’t want to seem weird y’know cause we’ve never officially met before.”  Smiling to himself, “Proper shame we hadn’t too.” His voice low, as his eyes subtly drop to her lips.

Layla stares at the deepness to his very blue eyes, with the Irish look she recognises from her own band members. His hair curls out of place in front of his ear, making her want to reach out tuck it behind. Just the thought of running her hands through his hair makes her feel disoriented. Noel notices the way she withdraws slightly, as a light blush creeps onto her face. 

“Let me buy you a drink, assuming that’s why you came to the bar in the first place.” He proposes with a sly smirk. “Why else would I ‘ave come over?” The brunette inquires. “I dunno, might’ve seen me, a stunningly handsome man from across the room, ‘nd plotted us meeting.” A giggle escapes her lips as Layla’s eyes crease with amusement. “Interesting theory, really.” The girl dares, her voice drops to a murmur as she meets his eyes. “You tell me.”

“Ay, er well keep looking at me the way yer are now, and i’ll tell you ‘bout anythin’ you want.“ Noel confessed, desire taking over his body, unable to control his hand as it hovers by her waist.  “Could just start with buying me a drink.” Layla replies, gesturing to the bar and subtly moving her waist to meet his hand. A shudder going down her spine as his skin connects, yet feeling like the most natural part of her whole year.

an: i’m so sure the grammar in this sucks i hate tenses but oh well!!! i only write when i’m super fixated on something btw so try not to expect any consistency from me with writing! lmk if part 2 is wanted<3

[als-notebook]

just me and you

A friend visits Noel after a long day at work.

It was late at the Mega Mall, and it would soon close for the day. Noel Gruber stood in the Taco Bell, exhausted; he was on the closing shift. Finally, he clocked out, his muscles aching. All he wanted to do was go home. He stepped out of the mall…

Just to realize it was pouring. Great. A fantastic end to an awful day. Noel stared at the rain from under the covered area, wondering if he should wait it out. He took his phone out of his pocket, checking the weather app. It said that it would be raining for the next hour. Even better, he thought. As he started to walk through the cold rain, he started to cry. He felt miserable, but he had to get home somehow. 

Noel didn’t go far before he heard a familiar voice. “Hey! What are you doing out in the rain, dummy?”

Noel looked up from the concrete sidewalk to his right, his arms wrapped around himself, shaking. He simply stared at his friend with puffy, red eyes.

Mischa’s eyes landed on Noel’s, and his expression softened. He stepped out of his shitty car into the rain and wrapped his arms around the other boy. He rested one hand on his back, and the other on his head. Noel felt pathetic as he leaned into him, full-on sobbing, now.

“What are you doing here?”

“You said you were having a bad day. And I did not want you walking home in the rain.” Mischa replied. Noel remembered texting Mischa on his break about the shitty customers yelling at him, and his manager on his ass about everything. Mischa pulled away from Noel, looking at him. “Let’s get out of here, man.”

Mischa hurried to the driver’s seat, and Noel ran to the passenger’s seat. They both shut the car doors, sighing. “Okay. We go home now.” Mischa said, starting up his car and driving off.

Most of the drive, the two boys sat in silence, other than the hip-hop music playing on low volume and the sound of cars rolling through puddles. Sitting at a stop light, Noel broke the silence. “Sorry for getting your car all soaked.”

Mischa chuckled. “Hah! You are shaking like leaf. I’m more concerned about you being soaked than my car.”

Noel smiled sheepishly down at his hands in his lap. “You’re concerned about me?”

“Pffssh… Well…” Mischa said, a bit embarrassed. “Yes… You will get a cold…”

Noel looked at Mischa and grinned at him. “You’re so sweet.”

Mischa’s ears turned beet red, and he furrowed his brows. “I am not sweet. I am bitter… cool. And mysterious.”

“Sure you are,” Noel teased.

Soon, they reached Noel’s house. His mom’s car was not in the driveway—she was at work tonight. Mischa got out of the car, shutting the door, and walked over to the passenger’s side. He opened the door and held his hoodie over himself and the door. “Come on,” he said to Noel. 

Noel looked up at the jacket in the air and stepped out of the car. Mischa shut the door and stayed close as the two rushed over to the covered porch. Noel walked onto the porch, and Mischa stayed on the steps. “There you go,” Mischa said to Noel, his hoodie still held above him. “I see you later.” Mischa began to walk away until he heard Noel say something from behind him.

“Wait. No. Stay.”

Mischa turned back around and looked at Noel, who stood fidgeting with his hands. He stepped onto the porch and held his jacket under his arm. “Okay.”

Noel looked at the ground, his cheeks turning pink. “You’re not going to ask why..?”

Mischa shrugged. “I do not need a reason. I will stay if you want me to stay.”

The two boys entered the house and Noel walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, drying his hair and his face.

“I’m gonna change,” he said to Mischa. Mischa nodded, and Noel grabbed a change of clothes and closed the bathroom door. Shortly after, Noel opened the door again, this time in a t-shirt and shorts. He glanced over at Mischa, who was still standing by the door awkwardly. “Oh, right,” he muttered, looking at his damp brown curls.

Noel went into the bathroom again, grabbing another dry towel. He approached Mischa and ruffled his hair with it.

“Yoo,” Mischa laughed. “I can dry my own hair!”

Noel laughed back at him. “Oh, whatever. Soo dramatic.” He stopped messing with Mischa’s hair, and threw the towel over his shoulder. “Do you want a change of clothes? Mine might fit you…”

Mischa shook his head. “Nah. I should dry off soon.” He didn’t get as soaked as Noel did–he wasn’t out in the rain for as long. “Do you feel better?”

Noel smiled, nodding. “Yeah. I do.” He looked at Mischa for a moment, tilting his head. “Thank you for caring so much.”

“It is only nature,” Mischa shrugged, looking away sheepishly. 

“I’m like, actually exhausted. Do you wanna… stay over..?”

Mischa looked back at Noel, a little bit surprised. He thought about it, and he decided that he really didn’t want to go back home… or leave at all, for that matter. “Yeah. Sure.”

Noel smiled and grabbed Mischa’s wrist, leading him to his room. His room had beige walls, similar to the rest of the house. Noel had always wanted to paint the walls dark red, but was never allowed. It was decorated in dark decor. “Sorry it’s a bit of a mess in here… I take a lot of time choosing outfits,” Noel said, blushing. There were clothes strewn across the carpet.

“I don’t mind,” Mischa said. “It’s cleaner than my room, that’s for sure,” he said lightheartedly. What he did not mention was that he lived in a basement that was hardly an excuse for a room—but Noel knew that. And he didn’t blame him.

Noel got into the left side of his bed. “You can sleep on this side,” Noel said, nodding to the right.

Mischa stood in the doorway for a moment, not really understanding how the other boy was being so casual about this. Soon enough, though, he shrugged it off, realizing that he didn’t really mind, either. He closed the door and crawled into the bed next to Noel, facing him. 

Noel looked back at Mischa, and he couldn’t help but smile. There was something so comforting about laying next to him in silence after a long day. 

Mischa reached over, brushing Noel’s bangs out of his face and behind his ear. He looks so lovely, he thought. 

Noel turned onto his back, staring at the ceiling before deciding to move in closer to Mischa; who accepted this move almost instantly, wrapping his arms around the other boy and resting his chin on top of his head. The two fell asleep quickly, wrapped up in each other’s warmth. They weren’t even a little bit concerned about Noel’s mother’s reaction, who would come into her son’s room after a long shift to check up on him, only to be met with the only slightly shocking sight of him sleeping comfortably in the arms of his close friend.

[the-himawari]

A3! Spotlight Event Translation - Spotlight (Secret): Ikaruga Brothers & Hyodo Brothers & Shadows in the Moonlight (3/19)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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~Shadows in the Moonlight Side~

Chikage: So, what are you thinking about?

Hisoka: You see, for Christmas at Guy’s bar—.

-pause-

Chikage: I see. And your idea right now is?

Hisoka: My first choice was to choose a concept and serve the customers like the Actor’s Café. By the way, I’ve already rejected the idea for poetry reading.

Chikage: I can… tell easily whose suggestion that was.

Hisoka: You work for a trading company, so you’ve met a lot of people and seen a lot of different plans. Do you have any good ideas?

Chikage: …You should start by thinking about why they chose Journey for their Christmas plans.

Hisoka: The reason they chose Journey…

Chikage: It’s because they like Journey they way it is, right? They purposely chose it because they like the atmosphere, customer service, and the drinks there. Making a huge change would miss the point.

Hisoka: …I see. I guess you’re right.

Waiter: Thank you for waiting. Here is your hot chocolate.

Hisoka: Thanks.

Waiter: And here is your seasonal special blended coffee. Right now we’re serving La Magie du Noel… We only serve this during the Christmas season. Please have these with your drinks as well. I hope you relax and enjoy your meal.

Hisoka: It’s gingerbread. It’s not covered in sugar, so even you can eat it, right?

Chikage: It still looks sweet though. And the smell of your hot chocolate is making it worse.

Hisoka: What was the name of your coffee again?

Chikage: La Magie du Noel. It means “the magic of Christmas” in French.

Hisoka: The magic of Christmas—. … “If the falling snow was warm like the sun, and the chimes of the bells ringing through the town were words of love—"

Chikage: “Then the world would be a kinder place.”

Hisoka: …You remember?

Chikage: Of course. I was told not to forget.

Hisoka: That brings back memories. …Remember, back then—.

*flashback starts*

August: Welcome.

Child A: Hello!

Child B: Which one should I get~.

December: …There’s a lot of customers today even though the Halloween season is over.

April: It’s his fault for making up that “cookies that grant your wish” thing. Who knows when he’s going to get sued.

Child C: Misha! Are you still selling the cookies that grant wishes?

August: Yep. Which colour would you like?

Child C: Pink!

August: Alright, here you go. Do you have a love you want to come true?

Child C: Fufu. I only have eyes for you, Misha!

August: Oh my. What an honour. But alas. Apparently I’m a bad guy who’s going to get sued someday, so it’s better to give up on me.

Child C: There’s no way you’re a bad guy, Misha! Who said that about you?

April: …Don’t go off and exaggerate.

December: …Marshmallows…

April: Oi, how many pieces is that now? It’s your fault that the shop is going to run out of marshmallows.

Child A: Ah~, someone’s angry~.

Child B: He tried to eat them secretly, but he got caught!

August: He has to do it better next time, right?

Child C: Ahahaha.

-pause-

August: Thanks for your help, you two. We had a super busy day again today.

December: Zzz, zzz…

April: *Sigh*… I’m sure it’s not a good idea to stand out this much.

August: Well, I guess that’s true. But—. A life spent solely stealing, hiding, and being hated gets lonely. Even we can make someone smile, right?

April: Make someone smile, huh… …But more importantly, how long are we going to be this freaking busy?

August: We’re entering the holiday season, so I guess it’ll continue being this busy until the new year.

April: You’re kidding. This is a hindrance to our mission…

August: It’s Christmas already~. What if we go out on a limb and sell cakes this year?

December: I’m down.

April: Oi, you were listening? In any case, customer don’t come to all the way to a candy shop for cake. They’d buy one at a cake shop.

August: You have a point… hmmm…

April: Give up and just sell candy as usual.

August: Oh, I know. That would sell, wouldn’t it?

April: …I have a bad feeling about this.

December: *Yawn*…

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PlotTober 1 "Shaky hands"

Oc's Used: Noel Graves (he/him - mine), Royal Cyrus (she/her - @tortoiseshelf), Ghost (they/them - Max doesn't have tumblr), Crow (He/Him - max still doesn't have tumblr), A (cannon character), B (cannon character), L (Cannon character), Mello (cannon character), Near (cannon character), Kira/Light Yagami (cannon character), Cyrus siblings (@tortoiseshelf) ***Trigger Warnings:*** Anxiety, flashbacks, death/murder of a loved one/child, survivors guilt, suicidal ideation - no attempt/plan

Read at your own risk !!

Noel always struggled with his anxiety, it was something that came and never left once the last of his family died. He always knew the risks that came with his family's work, being world renowned detectives, but it never prepared him for the people he cherished to start dropping like flies. First his eldest brother, A. Then his older brother, B. The Kira case began and he knew how much stress it was putting on his parents.. Especially Ghost. They were a workaholic, that's where Noel got the trait. They tasked themselves with not only caring for four kids and a fiancee, but with grieving the two children they’d already lost - and still working to progress the case. 

They had finally made a breakthrough when Watari was killed. The same night, L, the man who Noel never truly liked after A and B died… was also killed. Noel began to distance himself after this, guilt and fear tangling in his mind like a whirlpool of doubt.

Then Mello died. Then Crow. Near died, and Kira killed Ghost just as Ghost killed Kira. Noel was left with nothing, no one. He gave up on the alias of ‘John Ryuzaki,’ finding his own life pointless after the fatality of his only family. Noel closed his eyes, opening them and seeing the scene of the graveyard kept back at the orphanage in England. He felt tears welling in his eyes, and he closed them harshly to avoid it.

“Noel..?” That soft voice, the concern plastered in just his name.. Royal. He opened his eyes, finding himself standing in the kitchen of the task force headquarters. Royal stood before him, her worry carved into her face like a sculpture. It was only when Noel rubbed his eyes that he realized he had been crying.

“Noel, baby, what's going on?” That sweet voice again. The utter devotion and adoration she showed him was almost sickening with guilt he felt. Noel was terrified of letting her get close, of falling in love. Everyone he ever cared for always died.. And he couldn't let that happen to her or her siblings.

“I’m..I'm okay, love. Just some memories.” Noel forced a dry laugh, taking a deep breath. He jumped, feeling Royals soft hands cover his own, grabbing them and bringing them to her chest - letting him feel her steady pulse against his fingertips.

“Your hands always shake when you lie, Noel.. let's go sit down and watch a movie, okay? All of us.”

She was right. He did do that. She knew him so well, and it made him feel so loved.. It reminded him that he did have a purpose now - even after losing the people from Wammys; he had to continue their legacy of a beautiful family. Continue the legacy of being caring and adoring to his family. He did have a reason for his life.

Shaky hands, or not.

[mamodewberry]

Holiday Fever

Time for the annual Sad Bastien Christmas drabble. Not too sad this year, but he's still not very happy about it.

Rating: G

Words: 1,361

Summary: Baz is sick and hates it more than usual. Good thing he has Chris.

Bastien preferred being cold to being hot. Much easier to warm oneself up than cool down. But with the constant chill in the air of Swiss winters, brought illness. Global pandemic aside, Bastien was what many would call a germaphobe: everything was cleaned and washed properly and handled with care, touched only when necessary. His parents liked the house tidy, yes, but he wasn’t sure when he himself adapted such hygienic practices. Something within his control perhaps. 

Christophe never felt the need to call him out on it. At least verbally. That crooked smile and the way those green eyes teased him with fondness without a word were unfair sometimes. Over the years Christophe adapted and contributed to Bastien’s practices, intentional or not. Even if just around him.

But no matter how careful he’d been, year after year avoiding indoor crowded spaces (although that was for an unrelated reason), potlucks, public bathrooms, etc he wound up sick. It didn’t make sense, how could his body betray him like this? He wanted to blame something or someone, but that was energy his brain couldn’t spare once Christophe had put him to bed. 

He didn’t like being sick. Hated it. There was so much to do, especially a week before Christmas. But mostly he didn’t like feeling useless. Not allowed to perform his duties he’d established in the household or professionally. When others took time off work for being sick, he was happy to have them away so not to spread their germs, and Bastien should feel the same about himself but… he was the responsible one that didn’t get sick. Took care of Christophe when he got sick, which admittedly wasn’t often (thank god). 

Feebly he relinquished his tablet with the to-do’s to Christophe, who rummaged through the drawers for his own stylus to use and a face mask. Bastien watched Christophe’s eyes widen at the line items, then soften. Not as bad as he thought or did he think Bastien was exaggerating? He huffed at the latter as well as his miserable predicament. 

“I’ll take care of it,” Christophe said.

“All of it?” Bastien was skeptical. 

“As much as I can.”

“Thank you for being honest.”

“I’m not incapable, Baz. Just not as thorough. The priorities will take priorities. That’s what bold means, right?”

“Right.” Christophe often accompanied him on errands. It wasn’t like it was foreign to him. He could do it. The shopping. The cooking. The cleaning. Read off reports to Josef. “Your license is valid, yes?”

“Yes it’s valid and yes I remember how to drive.”

“Right, of course.” Ugh his head was foggy. Why did fog hurt? “Your family’s party. What will--”

“We’ll see how you are in six days. Don’t want to cancel prematurely.”

“But I’m supposed to make the buche de noel. Your mother loves it so…”

“She does, but I know for a fact she’d rather you not worry about it and rest. And if we have to miss out this year, that’s okay. Maybe we can do something for New Year’s instead.”

No, that wouldn’t do. Bastien frowned. Christmas was more ruined than Christophe was letting on! “But…”

“No buts.” Christophe leaned in and pressed his mask-covered lips to Bastien’s forehead. “I’ll take care of things.” He then turned and bent over to pick up Sabine then placed her on Bastien’s chest. She pattered her paws in rotation a couple times before settling into a loaf. “Keep Daddy in bed.” 

Unfair. No one was allowed to move a comfy cat. 

“Get some rest, mon amor.” 

The next few days were torture. 

It hadn’t been the first time Bastien had been sick, but it no less made him feel awful about it. Mostly had been days he’s stressed himself out into a state of burnout that Christophe forced him into bed before he fell asleep at his feet and passed out. But this? Hearing Christophe downstairs in the kitchen and living space cleaning and cooking and sweetly humming, he didn’t like it. No, the humming he liked, it was nice. Everything else, though!

He was able to calm when Christophe brought him a meal and its taste was good. They’d lived together for years so of course he was used to the tastes of the house and could mimic it well enough. Yes they both ate well. The cake for the Giacometti’s party however, that Bastien knew was too large a task for his beau.

What was worse? Arriving empty handed or skipping it all together? 

By day five and the symptoms only lessening by fifty percent, Bastien knew they wouldn’t be going to Christophe’s parents. No dinner around the table, no cookie baking or poems for Samichlaus and finding the hidden gifts around their lovely home. They saw them at least a month ago, but a hug from Nina sounded really nice and now Bastien would have to wait. 

Christophe’s hugs would suffice. The ones Bastien allowed at bedtime before Christophe retreated to the guest bedroom because Bastien would not be able to live even more with himself if Christophe were to get sick, too. Sabine remained dutiful and at his side. 

Bastien wanted to tell Christophe to go to the Christmas market without him so he could still experience the joys of the season. 

“We went the second week of December, love,” Christophe reminded him with a smile.

Surely once wasn’t enough. Especially if they were going to miss the party and mass. 

“I’d never go do something I know you love without you. I have more than enough Christmas cheer here.”

Bastien frowned with skepticism. 

“Our eve meal is almost ready. If you’re up to eating.”

Oh he would eat everything in sight even if his stomach wasn’t entirely agreeing on solid foods at the moment. He wouldn’t waste Christophe’s efforts. Or disappoint himself. Too many days he dwelled on what he was missing out on for his own enjoyment. If Christophe said it was fine for him, it was, but Bastien couldn’t say the same for himself. “Yes. I would like to eat,” Bastien finally said, knowing Christophe was waiting for his answer. 

“Can we eat together downstairs?”

It was odd to be on this end of permission. Shouldn’t Bastien be the one asking to be free of his insisted quarantine? Still, he couldn’t deny how much he wanted to. “I’d like that.”

Christophe took hold of the comforter and pulled it back and offered Bastien his robe and toed his slippers toward the bed. 

Slipping his arms into the sleeves, Bastien took Christophe’s offered hand and stood into his slippers. It was unnecessary to need assistance down the stairs, but Bastien appreciated it all the same. 

Whatever Christophe had made smelled wonderful. 

As they descended, Bastien noticed the fireplace had been lit, the main lights dimmed, and a small table had been set up in front of the tree. Struck by all implications and sentiments, Bastien let Christophe lead him to the table and down into one of the chairs. He barely registered Christophe saying he’d be right back with their Christmas dinner.

When Christophe returned, a plate of fondue chinoise, mixed greens, and a single zimtsterne was placed in front of him. The star design on the fondue was charmingly homemade. And if it weren’t for how much he loved the cookies, he would have chided Christophe for putting dessert on the dinner plate. Judging by the shape and thickness of the frosting, Bastien knew they had to be Nina’s doing. 

Christophe returned with his own plate and two glasses of wine. “I asked Mother what they were having tonight and gave it a go. She offered to bring it over to us, but I convinced her a plate of her zimtsterne would be perfect.”

Being ill would dull his taste buds naturally, but the atmosphere, the thoughts and care put into it, it would be the most wonderful meal he’d ever had. 

He’d worried about nothing. Christophe took care of everything.

Christophe really was Samichlaus in his own way. 

Tears burned in his eyes. “All of it is. It always is. How could I expect anything different?”

[beloveddawn-blog]

Sun Haven Halloween Event

I'm not even bothering to pretend to think of a title for this. Teleri is my OC, as is Zari. Char, Sass, and Helios belong to my family members, and those four are a little pack. Other OCs are:

@mutsuowo with Tsubaki

@dennydraws with Aryllin

@artistvicky with Seraphina

@minnieposting with Noel

Happy Halloween all!

“They say that those the maze takes… They never come out!”Tsubaki hissed, making good use of her unusual body structure to seal the scariness. Pod and Topi were spellbound before her, still in a way they almost never were. She twirled her hat in her hands, fully intending on dragging this out a bit longer before her grand finale. She was in her element  during Halloween, and intended to enjoy every minute of it.

“rrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRREVENGE!!!!” Teleri burst from the side of the corn maze, like the total heathen she was, and all three of them jumped. The boys screamed in terror, which quickly turned to laughter matching Teleri’s as she scooped up one under each arm and spun them around until she fell over, dizzy and giggling. Tsubaki glared at her friend with her hands on her hips, but even she couldn’t stop her lips from twitching. 

“Teleri!” She scolded, shaking her head. “We talked about this. No jump scares in the corn maze!”

“I wasn’t in the corn maze.” The elemental shot back, spinning on the ground to face the naga. “I only scared people outside of it.”

“That’s not the point and you know it.” Tsubaki insisted, but she knew her tail gave her away. And she wasn’t really mad at Teleri, just a bit annoyed that her story had been cut off. Kitty and Iris had both shrieked at the ending (as had Rami, but he was insisting he hadn’t. Tsubaki would give him that for this day, at least) and she had been looking forward to more victims. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Go collect your husband and get out of my corn maze. Bother someone else for a bit.”

Teleri gave a sloppy salute, then rolled herself up to her feet. “NATHANIEL!” She bellowed, causing the children to jump again while Kara burst out laughing. “WE’RE BEING BANISHED! GET OUT HERE!”

“DON’T GIVE AWAY MY SECRET, WOMAN!” He bellowed back. “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG I’VE BEEN STALKI… OW OW OW OW OW!” He cried, only for Jun to re-emerge from the start of the maze with Nathaniel’s ear pinched between his finger and thumb. His mask was flipped up and his face was placid, but both women could easily see the smile lurking behind his eyes. He came right up to Teleri and presented her husband to her, still leading him by the ear.

“Yours, I believe, my lady.” He stated, and Teleri kissed his cheek before taking her husband’s arm.

“I thank you for your assistance, good sir.” She replied, smiling sweetly and curtsying. Nathaniel glared at them both, but it was easy to see how he melted when he looked at his wife.

“How come you’re only nice to him?” He groused good-naturedly, and Teleri threw back her head and laughed.

“I’m plenty nice to you.” She insisted. “Just not in a way we should demonstrate here…”

“Iiiiii think you should go visit Claude.” Kara broke in, jumping forward to cover Pod’s ears. Tsubaki copied her with Topi and agreed.

“This really isn’t that sort of party, guys. It’s meant to be family friendly.”

Teleri blinked innocently at them while her husband turned so red you could see it under his face paint. “I was talking about not making him eat his own cooking.” She insisted, tilting her head sideways and fighting the smirk trying desperately to crawl across her face. “That is a true horror, too terrifying for a family Halloween.”

Rosa, who had just walked over to see what all the yelling was about, started laughing. Nathaniel glared at her in betrayal. “I don’t have to take this insubordination.” He informed her haughtily, turning his nose up. He turned back to the rest of the group. “Watch me not take this insubordination.” He repeated, then stalked off in a very obviously fake state of dramatic high dudgeon. Teleri laughed and waved to her friends as she followed, her arm still securely tucked around his.

Rosa rolled her eyes and turned back to Tsubaki, who was now letting the two boys and Kara into the maze. “I will go next.” She declared, “And I am not so skittish as Kitty. Do your worst.”

Tsubaki smiled, always up for a challenge.

*

“Claude!” Aryllin called out, racing across the lawn towards her beloved.

“Ary!” He called back in delight. She lit up at the tone of his voice, then tripped over her own feet from excitement and slid the last five feet to end up right in front of him. “Are you alright?” He questioned, dropping to his knees to assist her. He spared not a thought for how expensive his clothes were, just reached out. Ary smiled up at him in reassurance.

“I’m fine.” She insisted, even as she hissed a little pushing herself up. Claude was supporting her in an instant, and she melted into him. 

“You are not.” He insisted, tucking her close so he had a free hand to examine her nearest one. Not finding anything wrong with it, he reached across for the further hand, and she winced when he touched it. He frowned at her, concerned.

“I am.” She insisted stubbornly, frowning petulantly at her wrist as she attempted to flex it. Light rippled down from her halo and out to the tips of her wings, and she attempted to flex it again with much more success. “See?” She insisted, holding her hand right up for inspection. Helplessly charmed, Claude simply took her offered hand and and softly kissed the back of it.

“That’s cheating and you know it.” He murmured to her. “I don’t care that you can heal yourself, I still don’t want you hurt.” She smiled at him as softly as he gazed at her, and they both seemed to realize it at the same time and became stuttering messes. They looked away quickly, then snuck glances back until Claude finally noticed one thing that broke through his embarrassment with sheer bafflement. “Are those… feather wings?”

Ary lit up, excited to talk about her costume. “They clip on! Isn't that so neat? There were ones with little harnesses, but that would have messed up the lines of my dress.”

Claude blinked at her. “Ary… you have wings.”

“They’re so I can be an angel!” She proclaimed, beaming. “We match! Like the ones on people’s shoulders!”

He blinked again. That continued to not make her make sense. “Ary… You are an angel.”

She blushed again and looked down, twisting her shoulders in bashful delight. “Awww, that’s so sweet.”

“No, like, you are literally an angel.” He pressed on, and she giggled while twining her fingers together. “Look at yourself, Ary, you’re…” He trailed off then, taking in her face markings and the flowing white dress she was wearing, both now covered in mud. “A mess.” He finally declared, kicking himself for forgetting her fall. “You have mud all over yourself, sweetheart, and you’re soaked. You’re going to get a chill if you keep sitting in the mud like this.”

She looked down at herself and frowned. “But I wanted to match you…” She muttered, obviously displeased. Claude sighed and took her hand back before kissing her knuckles.

“You’ll always match me, my muse.” He insisted. “My perfect match who even heaven was not worthy of. Please go get changed. For me. I worry about you, as strong as you are.”

She blushed again, but allowed Claude to pull her up and gently push her through the door of his house. He remained outside, waiting to see if he’d get any trick or treaters.

*

Lucia approached the trio of giggling girls, one of whom was attempting to cajole the good doctor into adding a set of sunglasses to his own costume. He was clearly refusing, even though he had accidentally gagged himself with his own costume. Three sets of inhuman eyes snapped towards her (red as fire, a black so deep it felt like staring into the abyss, and fully gold with no pupil to be seen) and they smiled as she approached.

“Char, Sass, Zari.” She greeted, nodding to each of them as she spoke. “Did you all coordinate this outfit, or did you accidentally set your wardrobes on fire and have to steal from Helios?” The girls all giggled, Char eventually pulling up her hoodie conspiratorially and whispering. Lucia leaned closer to hear.

“Hey little lady, wanna buy a sword?” The flames in her eyes danced in mirth, and her two companions howled with laughter. Lucia felt her own mouth ticking up helplessly. 

“Me next, me next!” Zari insisted, regaining enough of her composure to take a deep breath and call out, “Heigh HOOOOOOO!” All three collapsed into laughter again, Char actually grabbing onto Sass to keep her feet.

“You get a sword and YOU get a sword! EVERYONE GETS A SWORD!” Char wheezed out, which caused Zari to shriek in even more laughter while Sass was actually crying from mirth.

“It ain’t no trick, to get rich quick.” Zari gasped, and Sass joined her in the next line, “If you dig dig dig with a shovel or pick.” They were laughing too hard to continue, and Lucia couldn’t help a chuckle of her own. She glanced over towards where Lynn was lingering, totally wrapped up in her soft conversation with her husband. Lucia would have thought they looked like a perfect picture of domestic happiness if not for the way the blonde man’s wings vibrated in irritation.

“My turn.” Sass insisted, taking deep breaths to regain her composure. She drew herself up to her full height. “Industry! Sustainable Forestry! Where is your alchemy table? That chest was organized DON’T TOUCH IT!” They dissolved into a pile of laughter, and it was almost impossible to tell who was who when all of them were wearing jeans, a white hoodie, and sunglasses. Helios snapped his head around, apparently having reached his limits with his friends’ teasing.

“I HATE YOU ALL!” He bellowed at them, scowling. “I’m gonna move to Withergate and Xyla can be my new bestie! You’ll be sorry then!” Lynn smiled at him soothingly and rubbed the back of one hand.

“Speak for yourself.” Xyla broke in, watching from nearby with her arms crossed. “Nobody who buys a drink out from under me gets to be my friend.” She was smirking though, obviously enjoying the show. Helios scowled at her too.

“Excuse you, I’m charming as fuck and no one understands how your city is put together like I do. If I say we’re gonna be besties I’ll make it happen.” Lynn snorted out her own laugh at this, then covered her mouth in shock at her own audacity. Helios turned wounded eyes on her, exaggerated hurt radiating off of him. “E tu, pumpkin?” He placed a hand over his heart like he’d been wounded, and she smiled at him while squeezing the hand he still hadn’t let go of.

“Sorry sweetie,” She replied, still smiling softly at him. “You’re very charming, it’s true. It’s just… If you were really mad at them, you wouldn’t still have that Demon Drink you bought for Sass. You’d have drunk it out of sheer spite, even though you don’t like them.”

He smiled softly at her. “You know me so well, pumpkin.”

Sass made exaggerated gagging noises while Char cooed obnoxiously. Zari elbowed Lucia to get her attention and muttered, “I’m thinking the mine isn’t the only cave he’s exploring when he disappears all day, and it’s probably not just son-ite he’s aiming for…”

Wornhardt laughed so hard he choked on his own costume.

*

“Claude, look!” The musician smiled as he heard a voice more beloved than any sound even his piano could produce and he turned. Then choked.

Ary spread her arms and gave a little twirl. The dinner jacket she was wearing floated around her like the heavenly raiments she had been born to wear, but for once it wasn’t her grace nor her pure soul that held him spellbound.

It was her outfit.

She was wearing his slacks and his shirt with his dinner jacket tying it all together, and she giggled as he felt a possessive surge the likes of which he had never felt before lance through him. She grinned and he could see the tips of tiny fangs gracing her lovely mouth.

“You’re… you’re dressed as… me…” He choked out softly, bewildered and so very happy. Ary beamed at him, not catching his words.

“I’m a vampire!” She giggled, and he very firmly mentally scruffed himself to regain control.

“Ah. Yes. Of course you are. Very nice. That’s… That’s very nice. You look perfect, my muse.” She grinned and bounced over to him, sliding under his arm and cuddling up close. He closed his eyes briefly and prayed for perseverance.

*

“I think it is clear that we have the scariest costumes here.” Wesley commented, gazing around the festivities and sipping at his drink. “Very few others have taken seriously the part of the festivities where the costumes are supposed to be scary. It is baffling.”

“You’re just being a bit too serious.” Sera replied, sipping her own drink and kicking her feet. She was sitting on a fence and resting her legs after a very fun but also very long party. “It’s socially acceptable in the human culture to scare others on Halloween, but some people don’t enjoy that even with permission. Catharine, for example. So they do something a little more fun, a little more whimsical. Everyone still has a great time, so it’s all worth it in the end.”

“And those that do like spooking others?” Wesley asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

“Sneak up behind others and splash water on them, shrieking about revenge.” She deadpanned, catching motion out of the corner of her eye. The figure was still too far back even for her flames to light up, so Sera waited patiently, not letting Wesley know she’d seen something. He continued on, talking about how humans didn’t seem to even take their own culture very seriously, before cutting off abruptly as Sera whirled, fire in her hand as she prepared to halt Teleri in her tracks…

Only for Nathaniel to throw himself to the side in a reflexive dodge. Sera had less than a moment to curse the planning put into this before she was utterly enveloped in a very wet hug as a purposely soaked Teleri glomped right onto her back, shrieking with laughter. Steam exploded around them, and for a moment it was all Sera could see. Then Teleri backed off, laughing as she sprawled out against the fence next to Sera. The fire elemental glared at her friend, but Teleri was obviously in too good of a mood to care.

“Oooooh, I got you good.” She crowed, planting a victorious kiss on her husband quickly before turning back to her friend. “You thought you got me, but you didn’t count on my decoy.” She gloated, obviously delighted with herself.

Sera flapped her hand at her dismissively, even as she smiled. “Yes, yes, you’re the sneakiest. You win Halloween. Is that what you want to hear?”

“She does not!” A very indignant hot dog broke in, and Sera blinked at him. Teleri, however, burst into laughter while Nathaniel buried his face in his hands, radiating discomfort.

“She’s… Not?” Sera questioned Donovan, supported by Wesley’s inquiring hum. 

“Noel is.” He proclaimed firmly, looking ready to fight over this.

“Noel is cheating is what they are.” Teleri replied through her laughter. “But I will concede this anyway, that was hilarious.”

“It was not hilarious!” Nathaniel insisted in a muffled voice, his face still hidden in his hands. “I almost punched a kid.”

“Buuut you didn’t.” Teleri shot back, singsongy. “Noel agrees with me anyway, that was hilarious.”

“Noel was great.” Donovan agreed, still incredibly proud. “Dude’s got guts and a steel core. They’re a great sport at things like this.”

“They were pretending to be my WIFE!” Nathaniel pouted. “Of course I swung when I clocked that! It’s totally reasonable that my first thought was spy and not shapeshifter-prankster.”

“Yes dear.” Teleri replied consolingly, hiding her laughter poorly. She patted him on the shoulder in support, but it was clear from his pout that he didn’t appreciate it as he should.

“A shapeshifter?” Wesley asked, suddenly uncomfortable. Sera smiled at him softly, knowing it was his own discomfort with PDA and not a dislike of the shapeshifter in question that caused it. They had talked to Noel briefly earlier in the night, and the two had actually gotten along quite well.

“All is well, beloved.” She soothed, rubbing her fingers over his knuckles. “I am me, don’t worry.”

“But were you all night is the question.” Wesley insisted. “I said… things I do not regret, but would not like others to overhear earlier. I understand it is just a prank in the spirit of the season, but… I would not wish that.”

Donovan narrowed his eyes at the elf like he was trying to decide if he was stupid or not. “Sera has dragged you all over this event and up to just about everyone here. And I do mean dragged.” He glanced pointedly down at their intertwined fingers. “Noel hasn’t pretended to be your wife because she literally hasn’t let go of your hand since you’ve been here. You two are the mushiest couple here and that is saying something.” He stressed. He gestured sideways at the other two. “You’ve even beat out these lovebirds and they keep involving everyone else in their ridiculous flirting to a truly nauseating extent.”

Teleri batted her eyelashes at him. “Awww, are you jealous? You could just tell Noel that, you know. They’d be delighted to come hang out with you. They’re just off playing some weird hide-and-seek hybrid with Cathrine and Vaan, I can go get them if you like?”

Donovan glared at her. “You are insufferable.” He hissed, ineffective at hiding both his jealousy and his fondness. Nathaniel grinned and pulled Teleri closer into his side. 

“I know. Isn’t she just wonderful?”

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Tagged by @trashkingnyx thank youuuu

I'm perpetually working on things because I pick up 100 million projects when I'm inspired and then lose said inspiration but then the stubbornness kicks in so then I gotta finish them or else I feel guilty. Hope that helps <3

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Who saw this coming, because I surely didn't. It's not like complexion mods are the only thing I know how to make well.

The frankly unsettling flattened skin texture, or diffuse, on the left are tattoos I'm making for my woof boy, Noel. There are many different pieces because there's a billion seams I have to account for to make a sleeve that covers from shoulder to fingers without gaps. And it destroys my brain. The handsome lad on the right is my baby Vesper and those are his custom tattoos I made that need to be fixed up a little bit. Because there's flaws only my eyes can see <3

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Ya boy is also venturing into propmaking. Less venturing and more throwing myself in the deep end because I physically can't learn anything normally. ANYWAY I want a trillion neon signs at my beck and call for picture taking so I've been scouring in game assets and yoinking them out for my own use. They're functioning, but there's some stuff I gotta touch up yet.

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Yes, yes, we've all heard about my lore. It's still an ongoing process and frankly kinda tiring. Here are some snippets:

"The Saint" - while the name conjures imagery of holy pureness, Valen is anything but. Though that is part of why he's called this; it's a play on words that reflect his true methods. Early on in his career, Valen gained his reputation for being effcient, aggressive, and having a high success rate. Some operators that worked beside him began sarcastically calling him the Saint after seeing his typically ruthless and effective methods of completing contracts. The name stuck, even as Valen didn't embody saintly tendencies by any stretch yet. Although, that was part of the joke - a saint would never be as violent as Valen is, so how hilarious would it be if that's what he's called? It could be argued he was a saint of sorts for his clients, coming in and washing away their problems. Beginning around 2074, the name had another meaning attached to it - Valen would often willingly accept a pay cut to take those contracts that clients couldn't afford. These were usually non-corporate aligned persons who did not have the dollars at hand for the services offered by Ares Systems. Valen, apparently a bleeding heart at times, would take the contracts anyway and complete them. "The Saint" stuck even further after this.

Vesper's Lore - Around 10 months after running from Dario, Vesper found Valen. He'd been searching for him specifically, but Valen's not easy to find; he eventually approached him outside of Valen's work facility and Valen, of course, was shocked. He'd never known about Callen's other children, even though he'd always felt *something*. Unknowingly connected to Vesper from their shared father/sire. Over the next 6 months, they slowly grew closer, getting to know each other. They were both a little too similar to their father though, Vesper's brash nature inherited from Callen meaning he often called out Valen's own similarities to their father. To Valen's extreme dismay. Even though they tend to grate on each other's nerves, they do learn from each other and lean on one another often. Valen can't live without him now, nor can Vesper without him. When Vesper was 23, Dario found him again. He'd stopped being careful and accidentally let himself be found. Terrified, he was forced to tell Valen about that part of his past. Valen, in typical fashion, took it upon himself to make sure Dario could never find Vesper again. To this day, Vesper still doesn't know what Valen did with the body, and he'll never tell him.

And that's that <3 I'm going to tag some pals BUT there's NO pressure to share if you don't want to. If you do want to share, it could be anything; art, writing, mods, etc.

@rindemption @noirapocalypto @spicyraeman @nuclearstorms @aartyom @uldwynsovs @halsin @nokstella @reaperkiller @arcandoria @cybersmallz @itzsassha @pathfinderlittleduck @strafethesesinners @thefrostyshepard @noonfaerie @neon-prison @elvenbeard @aldcaldos @holofishes @fleetwoodmoth @breezypunk @hertzdo

[herrscherofsentence]

Noel Gruber x Male Reader

(platonic !)

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summary ; read request

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Warnings ; Minor description of injury, implied mentions of blood, character death, angst w/o comfort

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A/N- Apologies but I decided to completely redo this :) enjoy !

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[Name] tugged at his bowtie, his heart completely raising it felt as if he was just going to burst down into tears at any moment. He stepped through the doors that lead to the choir room, expecting maybe one or two kids his age but atlas he was the youngest one in that room. He made eye contact with one or two members in that room but none of them exactly talked to [Name]. Noel seemed to notice the newest and youngest member of the choir all alone, the newest member of the choir seemed to have been on his phone and that's when Noel noticed what [name] was looking at it was just some prompts that could be used for novels.

[Name] stayed quiet when noticing Noel coming up to him, “Hey,” Noel said in a light voice, “What are you doing?” he questioned, [Name] looked up, at a loss for words. What was he supposed to say? In the end all [Name] did was give Noel a notebook that showed a rough draft of the novel he was working on. “It’s inspired by some of those..French cinema movies..” [Name] said quietly, Noel immediately got interested in what he had to say. “I need to know, What is your favorite movie in that genre?” Noel sat down next to [Name].

[Name] and Noel eventually got closer to each other, before the two knew it, it was already close to the end of the school year. Noel always came to [Name]’s side if he noticed someone was making fun of him, possibly coming up with some nasty rumor then they wouldn’t annoy [Name] anymore. Noel was like a worried parent if [Name] would get injured or it being something as simple as him falling. [Name] was Noel unofficial adopted freshman and [Name] was happy.

Until,

“I’m feeling a little sick..” Noel admits, this gets the younger one’s attention, “I”ll go for you,” He offers to Noel, Noel tries to deny but eventually comes to terms with [Name]. Noel will stay on the sidelines as [Name] rides on the Cyclone with the other members of the choir. It took a moment to notice it, when it derailed..One second joy the next, panicked screams, fear filled his eyes. [Name] was launched out of the cart but it didn’t stop the cart landing on top of him. The world started to fade in front of him, a crimson taste fell into his mouth, What was happening? Red kept spilling out of him, tears threatened to fall. “Noel..!” [Name] tried to yell out, it even hurt to speak..Wait? Where was Noel? There was no response so perhaps Noel didn’t hear him or went to safety as the derailment happened.

It felt as if he just blinked before waking up in a hospital room. Bandage wrap covered almost the entirety of his body, it felt as if some covered his head. [Name] could barely move a limb in his body, how many bones were broken? There was still a phantom type of pain from the cart being on top of him. A doctor came in to check in on [Name], to the doctor’s surprise [Name] was awake. “Where’s Noel..?” he managed to squeak out, breathing heavily. The news is revealed to him, a new no one would ever want to hear, Noel was dead. In the fall he saw [Name] get launched out and only focus was on the youngest member of the choir. The now derailed cart ended up falling right on top of Noel, crushing all of his bones and organs; all they could identify Noel with was his head. Which was the only part of him which showed.

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Sarah x female Captain. How about female Spacefarer/Captain wreaking havoc and hurting people due to being drugged with Terrormorph fluid? How would Sarah feel? What would she do? Very angry Sarah?

The aftermath would be greatly appreciated too, if you have the muse for it.

Ooooh, we love angst and protective Sarah in this house!

Sarah Morgan watched with terror as the UC dragged away her beloved.

Powerless.

She felt powerless. All her life she had fought to ensure the safety of the people around her, yet in these critical moments she could do nothing but watch.

Watch as her lover fought and injured brave soldiers, wounded civilians as Sarah tried to tackle the Spacefarer to the ground.

She couldn't fight her--no matter how hard she tried, the idea of hurting her, even as her hollow eyes bore into hers, her fist smashing against her stomach, she could never harm the woman she loved.

She watched as the Spacefarer was dragged away by her hair, covered in blood.

And fell to her knees.

She had no idea how long she remained like that. A medic stopped by and checked her for injuries-- thinking that she had been amidst the survivors and was in a state of shock.

It took Andreja to shake her awake as her friend grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her to her feet.

She told her in a hushed voice where lover was being held. But while Sarah could hear the words being said, nothing felt real.

She had been in many examination rooms before.

Always on the 'good' side of the glass.

This time there was no good side to be on as she watched her lover, beaten and bruised, halfway slumped on the table, blood still dripping from her nose--begging the interrogator to hear her out.

Rage tore through her heart.

During the last few months, her eyes had sparked with a new flame. She'd spent countless hours letting them roam over her lover's body with nothing but affection and adoration.

But right now?

Right now, she could barely see past the hot tears that were threatening to break the surface.

There were no Gods left in Sarah Morgan’s universe, but she had found a glimpse of divinity in the embrace of the woman that found herself shackled to a table. She prayed, with everything she had, that her lover’s words were nothing but the truth. Because if her love had truly held such darkness in her that she would unleash pure hell on innocent people… Sarah Morgan had lost her belief in a God long ago—but she knew hell to be true. And she would not hesitate to show the Spacefarer what it looked like.

It took both Andreja and Sam to drag her out of that room. It took Noel and Sona’s pleading to get her to sit down and get some food in her system. It immediately went back up. She could not keep anything down, no matter how hard she tried. The days and nights blurred together. Why couldn’t the scientists hurry? Noel had explained to her, countless times that such processes took a LOT of time. But Sarah didn’t care.

She couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, could hardly breathe with the weight on her chest—why should they?

Terramorph fluid. No one could have seen that one coming. Admiral Logan called Sarah—he had probably expected her to thank him, or at least a single word. But no. Soon as Sarah heard, she let her communicator clatter to the floor as she rushed out, jacket tucked under her arm as she all but sprinted out of the Lodge.

“…Should we follow her?” Sam tilted his head as the door slammed shut. Andreja and Barrett got up from their table and without a word, resigned themselves to run after the blur that was the Chair of Constellation.

There were no words that could express how relieved Sarah Morgan felt. Back in her quarters, her lover safe and sound, in her arms. She had showered the Spacefarer with kisses, soon as the doors closed behind them. Sarah Morgan wasn’t necessarily ‘needy’, quite the opposite. But that day, she locked her doors and refused to let the rest of the world interrupt her reunion with her love.

“You know, Sarah, I value your help, but perhaps you are being a little… zealous?” The Captain spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t see what you’re talking about.” Sarah said as she finished wiring the new security turret into the ceiling of her love’s bedroom, wiping her hands on her grey engineering outfit, covered with oil stains and soot.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks, and the Chair of Constellation had seemingly lost her mind. She had enlisted the help of the entirety of the organization in securing the Lodge. Security turrets were brought in, courtesy of Walter’s connections. Tripwires and motion sensors had been a joint project from Andreja and Noel. Vladimir had set up some high-tech surveillance equipment all around the building and neighboring area, while Sam had enlisted Matteo’s expertise in ensuring that none of the security measures would harm them.

The Spacefarer sighed and let her head rest on her knuckle, as Barrett walked by with a chuckle, another security turret perched on his shoulder to be set up in the corridor.

“I won’t let them touch you. Ever again.” Sarah said with a deceivingly bright smile, hiding the murderous glint in her eyes.