#one thing i'm a bit bummed about is what i thought would happen

[invinciblerodent]

hi, hello, hi, if this game could stop making me make incredibly difficult decisions that put my boyfriend's life in danger that would be great

I swear after this, it's just gonna be Davrin, and Rook, and Assan, all sitting cushy on top of the cozy pile of roughly 60k gold she has squirreled away during their adventures, never bloody lifting another finger in their lives for anything other than pleasure, and living like fucking warriors of legend and everyone can fuck off

(and the inquisitor too, he'll just be hanging out in the Archon's palace with his unfathomably powerful, loving husband, and like, idk, eat grapes or something.)

I feel like a part of me knew this, like something felt off, but...

Man, I was not prepared for that.

I often say that I'm sobbing at certain things, but today, the sobs are very, very literal. I straight up had to pause at one point, take my glasses off, and sob into my palms for a good minute.

Fucking hell.

I'm not yet done, but there's a moment of respite, which I certainly need to gather all the scattered pieces of my heart off the floor.

.......... and have lunch, maybe.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Hi!! Can i request a hurt/comfort hotch x reader?

Reader is starting to feel lonely in the relationship cause for the past 2 months hotch has only been home for a week total and she really misses him. They haven’t had time to themselves cause even when hotch is in virginia he’s in the office and him getting called out on a case during his day off happens more often than the both of them want to. and even when they text and call it’s not the same.

anyway hotch comes home in the middle of the night after a case and he just finds reader on the sofa crying cause she just really misses her boyfriend and the two of them finally talk about it.

You have permission to break my heart with the angst and put it back together. I know its long and i have no clue if it made sense so im sorry😭😭 enjoy your day💕

༉‧₊˚. 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 || 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

― pairing: aaron hotchner x plus size!reader

― summary: you knew that being with aaron meant that his job came first, you just hadn't realized how badly it would actually affect you. now, your life and love is on the line.

― warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST!!! you have been warned!, thoughts of breaking up, established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, hints of depression.

― wc: 905

⋆ a/n: my first long fic back being angst LMAOOOO. i'm not going to lie, writing this kind of bummed me out a bit but that's how i knew it was going to be good LOL. but never fear, i got a few smutty things in the works, so keep a silly little eye out for that!! i love you guys so so much and thank you for your request!

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The room felt melancholic. Empty. 

The sounds of laughter that had once bounced off of the walls of your home now rang silently, one of the only people that knew of the joy that once made your house a home was long gone on a case right now.

You don’t know what to do. How could you last like this? How could your relationship? How could Jack?

Jack, the precious little boy that you had taken under your wing even before you and Aaron had ever made it official. You knew he missed his father dearly, but with every large life milestone the boy had completed, Aaron had missed out on. It had gotten to the point where Jack doesn’t bother to ask you if he could call his dad to tell him about it, because nine times out of ten, he knew that Aaron wouldn’t answer.

So now as you sit here on the couch in the dark with your head in your hands, you can’t help but think that maybe this was it, that it was time to consider the very dreaded other option. 

You tried your best to make your relationship with Aaron work, God did you try, but having to sit there and endure weeks of radio silence, of not knowing whether or not he was alive was excruciating. When he did have time to text or call you, every conversation was more and more distant. 

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, and your bottom lip trembled. You crossed your arms and placed them on your knees where you leaned on them, staring out into the abyss of your dimly lit living room. You had just put Jack to sleep, and you didn’t want to risk waking him up.

Your eyes solemnly scaled the walls where the pictures of your little family hung, frames upon frames of happy smiling faces. 

What happened?

It was the fact you were absolutely drowning in your thoughts that you didn’t hear your front door unlock – something that your boyfriend would deeply frown upon. 

Aaron wasn’t surprised to find the apartment quiet, what he was surprised to find was your silhouette illuminated by a single lamp. What really set off the alarms in his brain was your shivering shoulders, which could only mean one thing.

“Sweetheart?” His deep voice pierced the thin air hovering above you. You just shook your head, any happiness that would have left your mouth died in your throat, the words leaving you was, “We have to talk.”

You hated doing this, but who’s to say he won’t get called in tomorrow? No, you had to do this now.

Aaron felt his heart fall into his stomach as he made his way over towards you, gently sitting down on the cushion next to yours, almost as if he was afraid to scare you.

“Of course. Are you okay?” He inquired in concern. You just shook your head again. “This isn’t working, Aaron.” The pain lacing your voice was unmissable. “What?” He’s completely caught off guard, because this was the last thing he’d expected to come home to.

“I can’t do this anymore… unless – unless we can figure something out but even then I-” He rushes to grab your hand, and it lays limp and cold in his warm and calloused one. “Honey please, what’s wrong? Tell me what I can do.” Holy shit, he’s panicking. 

“You’re never here anymore! I - I can’t remember the last time in the past two months that we’ve been able to have any alone time together! Most of the time you’re either gone in a whole different state or stuck in the office!” You couldn’t stop the word vomit from leaving, all kinds of emotions that had been kept dormant finally coming up to the surface.

You heaved out a deep breath, your body slumping in defeat. “Did you know that Jack learned how to ride a bike today?” You asked quietly. “No.” Aaron gulped, “I didn’t.”

A heavy silence settled between the two of you.

“What do you need me to do?” Finally, you looked at him.

There were unshed tears in your eyes, “What I want you to do, you can’t make it happen.” His eyebrows furrowed. “You want me to quit my job?”

“No,” You said with a disbelieving laugh. “I just want you to be there.”

“Who says I can’t do that?” His head tilts, his eyes boring into yours, desperately trying to read you. It was like his profiler skills didn’t exist. “Every time you’ve had a day off you’ve been called into the office one way or another.” Your tone is hopeless, like your situation can’t be helped. 

With a harsh squeeze of your eyelids, the tears began to fall, but Aaron was quick to swipe them away.

“Honey, look at me,” He cups the side of your cheek, his thumb brushing away the liquid. Hesitantly you did, and you instantly fell victim to the warmness of his irises. “I will fix this, because I am not losing you. My behavior has been completely unacceptable, and I swear that I will be here for you and Jack more consistently, I promise.”

“How do I know if this won’t happen again?

“I’ll make sure of it.” 

It was the finality in his voice that fizzled out the anxiety in your gut, setting your nerves at ease.

“Don’t make me regret this, Hotchner.”

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Until You Tell Me

Beetlejuice x reader (no pn used)

Fluffy short one shot

As always, grammar and spelling ain't my thing

Notes: I honestly had a slightly heavier theme here but changed it. You can insert anything that is currently bumming you out. I’m sending you a big hug!!

Warnings: just general unrest and needing comfort

*****

The alarm went off as usual. Stretching, you sat up and swung your legs over the side of your bed. Ugh. The thoughts from the night before flooded back. You could feel the crust on your cheeks from the tears. Your throat burned as well. Although a sunny morning was starting to take light outside, it felt like a cloud had just formed above you. Uh oh. Here they come again.

You held yourself tightly as you rocked back and forth crying. You didn't know how you even had more tears left. A solid minute went by and the headache that had been dulled by sleep was now back in full force.

As you lifted your hand to wipe your face during a moment of rest, you saw him flicker in the corner through your desk. Beej did that little flicker thing when he wanted you to call for him.

"What do you want? I'm not in the mood" you held yourself again as you stared in the corner. It took half a second before he was standing right in front of you. Normally you'd scream from his sudden full body apparition. Today you didn't have it in you.

Realizing he wasn't going to get a reaction he slowly sauntered back over to the corner he had been flickering in. Turning to lean back against your corner desk, he crossed his black boots in front of himself as he leaned against the top. "Now what would a delicate little flower like yourself have to cry so hard and so loud over that a dead guy can hear ya and have to come runnin'?"

"No one asked you to come running." You turned your head slowly towards him and glared.

"Yikes! Spill your guts babe or I'll spill mine" he tilted his head down so he could look at you through his lashes and raised an eyebrow.

You turned away from him. "I just want...I'm just... I'm unhappy. And I can't shake it. And everyone tells me it's going to get better and I wake up and nothing has changed. I feel the same way I did the day before. I’m so sick and tired of crying but it seems to be all I'm capable of doing right now.”

“But what is it?” his voice had slightly smoothed out. It's what you guessed he sounded more like when he was still breathing. It happened now and then when he was being genuine.

You couldn’t look at him now though, no matter how soft he was trying to be. You simply shook your head slowly side to side.

In a flash you felt the bed move. Before you could think about where he was, a pair of hands were pulling you backwards and wrapping around you, just under your chest. The "eek" you squeaked out only encouraged a throaty chuckle from him.

"Now here's what's gonna happen babe. We are going to lay here until you open up and tell me how to help you get over whatever this is”

"Beej, I don't have time for this! I..."

"No, you don't have time to keep torturing yourself. You breathers only have so long. You can be in hell when you're dead if you'd like. I'll take you"

With a snap of his long fingers, your computer screen came to life with his favorite movie.

"Oh no!" You whined and bumped your head back against his chest "This movie scares me!"

"Better for me then" he squeezed you back against him again. "Just let me know if you need to be distracted during a scary part" a not so subtle thump hit the small of your back. Before you could wiggle away, he calmed you down again. "Now now, let's not get feisty babe. I'm just playing with you. But you gotta say who's the ghost with the most so I can stay. "

You rolled your eyes but did as he asked, saying his name three times while fixing your pillow. You decided you had to give him a small bit of attitude now that you were feeling a little better. "I swear to God if anything crawls on me you'll regret being this close to me" you put your arms across his, nestling in again with your back against his chest.

"Noted" you felt his smile as he kissed the back of your head.

“Thank you” without almost any sound left your lips. Beetlejuice just gently squeezed you again in response.

[lennjamin-o7]

Thought it was time to return the curse upon you for once... (also inspired vaguely by the DMs from earlier so hehe)

AU where Techno is a superhero.

Not just any superhero, really. One of the best. He manages to keep the city crime free almost singlehandedly and does so without breaking a sweat. Though he does work together with another hero named Phil and the two are thick as thieves.

It's hotly debated among fangroups of civilians why Techno joined the hero ranks. Since he doesn't exactly make it subtle that he's an introvert, fame is off the list. Techno is kind of brash and awkward too, he doesn't strike people as the sort of guy who does it for something as vague as 'helping people' - he also might get a bit too excited about new villains for that to ring true. There are rumors that his family was killed by a villain and this is Techno getting revenge, but this rumor is never verified. Maybe money? Money is a pretty good motivator.

The truth is that Techno is incredibly bored.

Techno peaked in high school and is so incredibly gifted kid coded. (/hj)

And hero work is a great adrenaline kick, a thrilling situation to throw himself into. Especially villains who come up with wild schemes. Maybe, just maybe, it's even bordering on depression. He has to keep busy with hero work or he literally can't bother to get out of bed or motivate himself for much of anything.

Things have been better since Phil came along. Phil is, in a twist on the usual dynamic, the less experienced one when it comes to hero work (despite being so much older lol, Phil was a civilian hiding his powers before). So he's teamed with Techno to learn the ropes, and the two hit it off, and the team-up becomes permanent. Phil is the first and only person Techno considers a friend. And after befriending Phil, Techno gradually gets a few hobbies (he's cultivating a potato plant in the hero association dorm, he's reading books Phil recommends to him, he's playing chess with Phil on slow afternoons).

But Phil would still like for Techno to have more of an identity outside of his hero work. Techno brushes him off. It's almost a running joke at this point.

(Technoblade is not his real name. It's his hero name. Techno has no civilian identity, never bothered to maintain one. This is concerning to Phil).

Whenever Phil thinks he's made some progress, a new villain will pop up or something will happen and ALL of Techno's attention will go to that again. And then after it's over he'll be bummed out because Techno usually beats the villain very easily and it doesn't pose a challenge for not. What Techno truly needs is an archnemesis.

Good thing that one day, a new supervillain pops up in town.

He's cruel, and he's smart, and he's ruthless. And he's very, very strong. Strong enough to almost beat Techno into the ground one-handed during their first confrontation, though Techno manages to win just barely. It's as if this new villain knows all his moves, his weaknesses. It's exhilarating.

The new villain calls himself The Crowfather.

(Fangroups don't really debate on why Phil joined hero work. But if they did some digging, they might find out that Phil once almost died, and the only thing that kept him from dying was a hero saving him. Technoblade.

They might find out that Phil became a hero not because he cares about the status, or saving people. He just wanted to get closer to Techno. To repay him, somehow, any way he can.

Even if it means murdering a bunch of innocent people.)

Hey, Techno is smiling a lot more now that he has The Crowfather to go up against. And isn't that all that matters :)

[this was so rambly, i'm not very good at this and u can tell lol]

I've think I've kept this hostage long enough Shara Friend. It has been kept for my eyes alone long enough. Now, I freely share it.

Fuck yeah bored Super Hero Technoblade! You popped off with this. I love Sneaky Philza standing by his side and, if it makes him happy, standing against him as well. Who cares about the ants he has to squish to see Technoblade HAPPY. An easy and small price to pay for the guy who saved him.

Gosh, I love this. The DRAMA that would ensue when everything is found out. How will that go? Will Technoblade be appalled? Disgusted? Angry?

Or maybe, just a tiny bit curious about how interesting it would be to be a Villain.

Love it. Love it so much. I want to CORRUPT this version of Technoblade so so SOOO much!!!!

[scarletttries]

NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant + Foreplay + Massage: (prompt list here)

Author's note: Here's a bit of Steven smut while I'm juggling all my Succession requests, please always feel free to send my these headcanons for him, I love him so 🥰

- If there's one thing in this world Steven Grant wants, it's to make you feel good. As good as you can possibly feel, any time you want to feel it. And so the first time you mention feeling a little achy after work, Steven would immediately be looking up how to give your partner a massage at home, trying not to think about just how much he'd enjoy getting to rub you all over after a long day of being apart.

- He'll go all out, lighting candles around his little London flat, investing in some deliciously scented oils, and draping a silk sheet across his bed to make it the comfiest possible place for you to drape your body for him.

- When you come home to the soothing, cosy atmosphere, you can feel the stress start to melt away already, Steven blushing as he takes your coat and asks if you want to lie down for him. Naturally you agree, stepping out of your shoes, and slowly shedding clothes until finally your underwear is discarded on the floor, making Steven's hand tremble with excitement before he's even been able to touch you.

- You make a joke about Steven being a little overdressed, watching him nod excitedly and pull his shirt over his head, struggling in his frantic movements as you lay down on the satin sheet, letting your head rest on its side so you can catch the occasional glimpse of Steven pacing to and fro, making sure everything is perfect before he lays a hand on you.

- With a deep breath he finally straddles your hips and places a hand on each of your shoulders, warm oil coating your skin as his thumbs begin to knead away any tension the work week has formed there. You let out a content sigh that has Steven's shorts tightening around him, not sure he really thought through just how long he's going to be able to spend that close to you. As his hands trail down your spine you moan again, his touch surprisingly effective at melting away your stress.

- "You feel so good Steven." You sigh as he repeats the action again, feeling him tense up at the praise, an obvious erection starting to press against your bum from where he's sitting over your legs. He's so grateful you can't get a better look at him right now, eyes wide, short of breath, thighs feeling shaky as he tries to focus on rubbing the smoothe oil over your back, resisting the urge to let his hands drift that bit lower.

- You don't try and stop the way your hips buck against him as he traces circles into your lower back, hearing the slight gasps escape his lips even as he tries to fight them. What you can't hear is the relentless inner monologue happening inside Steven, demanding that if he doesn't take his shorts off in the next ten minutes he's going to lose control of his body. Finally he relents, desperate to take the chance to feel more of you, to make you let out even more of those pretty sighs.

- "Just getting more oil love." He mumbles quietly as he hops off your hips, quickly shrugging off his remaining clothes and almost moaning in relief as his hard manhood springs free. Applying a fresh pour of massage oil to his hands, he mounts you again, this time not wasting a second of letting it drip over the curves of your ass, squeezing your cheeks in his hands and watching a drop run down towards your entrance. One hand continues cupping your cheeks, while the other traces the path of the droplet, running slowly over one sensitive hole all the way to your enticing slit.

- Suddenly your thighs are resting over his, propping your hips up to give him a better view, his fingers teasing your folds, watching as you react more and more to his touch, the massage oil starting to mix with your slick on his hands. His free hand returns to rubbing circles over your lower back, melting away any straining muscles as one finger dips inside you, before returning to rubbing all around your sensitive pussy, repeating the cycle with a second finger, slowly teasing you open as your sighs grow more and more needy.

- As the pleasure starts to build and you wonder if all your massages from Steven are going to have a happy ending, he moves his expert fingers to your clit, rubbing broad slick strokes over the bud, feeling your core tense against his massaging hands.

"Are you enjoying your massage love?" He teases as your thighs start to twitch against his, watching intently as your walls start to clench around nothing, your sighs building to panting moans,

"Yes Steven, you feel so good! Fuck!" You cry out as the pressure inside you releases, your body limp and relaxed as the waves of pleasure wash over you, feeling yourself dripping onto Steven's muscular thighs in your excitement.

"That's a great idea sweetheart." He chuckled with a mischievous tone that made your stomach flip, realising exactly what he meant as you felt him spread your cheeks and ease his way into your sensitive slit, his fingers never quite able to prepare you for just how full he made you feel.

"Good girl." He cooed as he bottomed out inside you, the angle deeper than he'd usually hit at first, leaving you moaning and squirming against his strong hands.

- He'd be slow and leisurely as he started fucking you, adjusting himself so he could drape his chest over your back, pinning you down as his hands continued their selfless exploration. Trailing up from grabbing your ass, they'd skirt along the sides of your body, only making you wriggle more beneath him, the sensation driving Steven insane as his hips picked up their pace, wanting to feel you clench down again for him. As his climbing fingers moved past your waist, they slipped round to your front, palming your heaving chest and massaging again with renewed vigor.

- Steven would just about die anytime he got to touch your breasts, but to caress them with warm scented oil, kneading your curves as your back arched you into his touch, he was genuinely surprised he didn't finish that very second. He could feel your second orgasm quickly following your first as he flicked and teased your nipples, the extra sensitivity of his slick hands setting every part of you alight, his name falling from your lips again and again, not a single other thought able to fit in your brain.

- Sure that he wouldn't be able to last much longer in your warm, wet embrace, he starts to move his hips faster, the leverage of holding your chest enough to let him really pound into you, the days of his soft and sweet love-making long forgotten for tonight as he slam into you again and again. Between the satin sheet and slippery oil he's rubbed into every part of you, you can barely hold onto anything, his towering body above you completely in control of you and your pleasure, grabbing desperately at his thigh for something to ground you as your hips started to tremble again, interrupting his brutal rhythm with your overwhelming release. You could feel a tear slip down your cheek as your pussy clenched around him, body shaking as he coaxed every drop of pleasure out of you before finally letting himself spill inside of you, his cum mixing on your skin with your own excitement and the sweet scented oil.

- Still hovering over you, he'll help you roll onto your back so he can steal a sweet kiss, drinking in the blissful expression on your face and making a note to offer you a massage more often.

"You're amazing Steven." You'd let out in a contented sigh, watching his face light up as he thinks the exact same thing about you.

[ashwhowrites]

I got an angsty request for you! Eddie and Best Friend Reader who secretly have feelings for each other, but Eddie starts to be a bit distant after his deal with Chrissy because he's hanging out with her a bit so reader gets bummed out but Friday at their regular movie night, they end up having sex. I'm talking that sweet, been wanting to do this forever sex and the snuggle afterwards. Eddie even drives her to work the next day. After some convincing from Steve and Robin, she decides she's going to tell Eddie how she feels so she gets them to drive her back to Eddie's trailer only to walk in on him having sex with Chrissy on the couch. She rushes out of there to catch Steve at the stop sign, while Eddie is trying to yell for her. Maybe Eddie tries to explain but she's not having it because she's hurt. You can choose how it ends just whatever you do make him grovel.

Angst? You came to the right person. I hope this is what you were looking for :) thank you for requesting

⚠️no happy ending

Ex friends

Y/N has been in love with her best friend, Eddie, since middle school. Back when he had a buzzcut and played air guitar as a hobby. She grew up with him and watched him grow up to become this pretty boy with long hair and guitar skills that made all girls weak. She knew Eddie like the back of her hand but could never place his feelings for her. It was the one thing about him she could not understand.

Not many people liked Eddie, she never had to fight for his attention. But lately, he has been meeting with the most popular girl in school. Y/N grew insecure quickly and drowned in her own jealousy. Eddie became distant with her, and she didn't know how to handle that. But Friday nights were the one night he was all hers. They had movie nights, and it was a rule that no one else was invited.

The movie played, and the sounds of screaming filled the silence. Y/N felt thrown off because of Chrissy and didn't know what to say. It almost felt like Eddie didn't know what to say either. Both felt the distance, and neither knew how to deal with it.

"Are you okay? You seem quiet." Eddie asked, pausing the movie as he looked at her.

"Yeah, just quiet today." She shrugged. She did not want to tell her best friend about how jealous she was. Some things Eddie did not need to know.

"You're never quiet with me. Talk to me, sweets." She melted at the name. Her body fell into him when he cuddled next to her and placed her head on his shoulder.

"I miss you, Eddie." She admitted, closing her eyes. Eddie was confused, laughing softly. "I am right here, silly."

"I know, but lately you've been busy with Chrissy. I miss having you around." She confessed. She worried that she would sound stupid but, Eddie held her closer.

"I've missed you too." He said, kissing her forehead as he rested his head on top of hers. She moved her head, turning to look at him. His head moved at her movement, looking down at her.

"Really?" she asked. He smiled and nodded his head. Leaning down to peck her nose. She smiled at the affection, closing her eyes. Eddie wasn't sure what came over him. But he felt this magnetic pull towards her lips. He's always had an attraction towards her. He knew he liked her, but he also felt something with Chrissy.

But looking at her soft face resting against him, he couldn't stop the thoughts. He leaned down, closing his eyes as he connected his lips to hers. She was shocked when she felt his lips. She opened her eyes to confirm that he was kissing her.

She closed her eyes and kissed him back. His hands held her hips as he moved her on his lap. She moaned in the kiss as she straddled his lap. Her mind was racing. She was making out with her best friend. Her tongue was exploring Eddie's mouth. His hands burned through her skin. Was this happening?

He pulled away, his eyes blown out with lust as he stared at her. She tried to catch her breath as she looked at him. Neither spoke, and neither made any effort to stop. His hands slipped under her shirt, yanking it over her head. His mouth latched onto her chest. Destroying the soft skin with his teeth. Her hands worked on his belt, he took the hint and lifted his hips. He removed his mouth from her, tugging down his jeans and boxers, kicking them off. She stood up as she removed the rest of her clothes.

He watched from his spot on the couch as she stripped. Her skin glowing and the red marks forming on her chest. His stomach was doing flips seeing her like this.

She crawled back on his lap, his hard cock resting between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she lowered herself on him. Eddie moaned as he felt her sucking him in. She hissed as she settled on him. Moving her hips as she slowly began to ride him. Taking her time to get used to his size.

Her lips attached to his neck, creating her own marks as he helped her hips roll against him.

She felt amazing clenching around him, he loved how she leaned back and bounced on him. Her chest was in his face as he tried to focus on fucking back into her. Lifting his hips to smack deeper inside of her. He loved all the sounds that left her mouth.

He wrapped his arms around her, turning them around so her back was on the couch. He balanced on his knees as he fucked into her. The new angle allowed him to push deeper inside of her.

"Fuck, you feel so good." She moaned, her hands reaching to feel him. He leaned down, connecting their lips. His left hand met hers, holding it tightly as his right hand moved down to her clit.

She gripped the hand that was holding hers, clenching her walls around his cock as she got close. His fingers knew exactly what to do on her clit and she was seeing stars.

"Always wanted this," Eddie confessed against her lips. The words hit her lips in a puff of air. His words washed over her and made her feel warm everywhere.

"Wanted this too." She admitted, smiling as he smiled down at her. Their smiles meet in another kiss.

"Close? Gonna cum for me, baby?" He encouraged. His lips were soft as he pecked her between the words. His hand still holding hers, the other rubbing her clit as fast as he could. She felt like a work of art under his gaze. The way he watched her with adoration and love.

"Cum with me." She pleaded, using her free hand to scratch the back of his neck. "Cum in me, Eddie."

Eddie's head was spinning. "Fuck, you are beautiful," he moaned. His forehead rested on hers as he got close. Their eyes stared into each other. Their hands gripped each other's.

The closeness they both craved was found. The distance vanished as she milked him. She came on him with a silent scream, his cum filling her as he bit her shoulder. His curly hair covered her face as she drowned in him.

He slid out of her slowly, hissing as the cold air hit his sensitive cock. He was fast to grab the blanket that was thrown over the couch. Covering their naked bodies as he cuddled into her neck. She smiled as the warmth of him covered her skin.

He rubbed her skin softly, luring her to sleep as he kissed her neck one last time.

~~~

When she woke up, she had a small fear of what would happen. But as she slowly stirred awake, she felt Eddie's fingers rubbing the inside of her thighs. She moaned quietly at the soft touch. Gasping as he slid his fingers inside of her.

"Morning, sweetheart." He said into her ear, She shivered at the rough sound of his morning voice.

"Morning," she gasped, his fingers working inside of her skillfully. Her back was against his chest, somehow moving as the night went on.

"Need a ride to work?" He hummed in her ear, she wasn't sure how he could easily have a conversation as he fingered her. She choked out a yes.

"Better cum before you're late."

~~~

"He's dropping her off, that's a good sign," Steve observed as Y/N made her way out of Eddie's van.

"Still in yesterday's clothes. She spent the night, another good sign." Robin added.

Y/N walked into work with a wide smile on her face, and a small ache between her thighs as she walked up to the counter. Both her best friends stood there with a smile.

"Everything looks like it went well! Did you talk it out?" Steve asked, he knew Y/N was struggling with the Chrissy situation. Y/N vowed to both her friends, to talk it out with him at movie night.

"Um, we talked a little," Y/N said honestly, scratching her head as she blushed to the floor.

"Okay? But you worked things out?' Robin asked, a confused look on her face as she tried to read Y/N's body language.

"We had sex," Y/N whispered.

"YOU HAD SEX?" Steve shouted, Y/N looked mortified as she stared at Steve.

"Shut your mouth, dingus! We have customers." Robin scolded, trying to politely smile at the elderly couple that was glaring.

"So are you together?" Steve asked, this time keeping his voice low.

"I'm not sure? I mean we didn't really talk about it this morning." Y/N said.

"You woke up, didn't talk and he drove you here?" Robin questioned, digging for something else.

"Um, well. He kinda fingered me this morning so my mind was blah by the time I was in the car." Y/N added, embarrassed as she chewed on her nails.

"Okay well, congratulations on getting laid by the love of your life," Robin started, "but you need to confess how you feel."

"I mean we had sex! Doesn't that say something?" Y/N tried but Steve gave her a dad look.

"Nope. That doesn't tell us anything. You have to know where his mind was during it and how he feels now. Make sure there's more than just sexual feelings there." Steve explained. Robin nodded with him.

"I agree with Steve, which is strange," Robin said

~~~

Y/N took a deep breath as she got out of Steve's car. He smiled and gave her a thumbs-up as she walked to the door. She watched as he drove off, She found herself at Eddie's trailer because Steve refused to bring her home until she talked to Eddie.

She was terrified but she tried to remember it was just Eddie. She's seen him puke on himself and he has seen her fall drunkenly into a pool. They'd seen each other at their worst, this was her best friend. She can tell him anything.

She took the key from her purse and unlocked the door. She didn't have time to remove the key from the door when she saw them.

Chrissy was on her knees, face on the couch as Eddie fucked her from behind. His eyes closed as his arms wrapped around her. Y/N felt sick as she watched them, not sure why she was torturing herself for so long. Not even five hours ago, she woke up on that couch next to him. And now he's fucking Chrissy on it.

Chrissy was the first to notice her, immediately screaming as she removed herself from Eddie, hiding her body under the blanket. Y/N panicked and ran. Ran right out the door, praying Steve didn't make it far.

"SHIT, SHIT" Eddie screamed, throwing on his boxers as he raced out the door right behind her. Chrissy sat on the couch, embarrassed from being walked in on, but confused by Eddie's anxious reaction.

Eddie cussed to himself as every twig in the grass stabbed his bare feet, but he continued to run.

"Y/N WAIT! PLEASE!" He screamed, seeing her figure in the distance in front of him.

She sighed in relief as she spotted Steve's car at the entrance of the trailer park. Pounding on his window, watching as he screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" He screamed, unlocking the door as she rushed in. She was panting as she locked the door. He looked at her but she didn't say a word. Her face was soaked with tears, she was breathing heavily from the running, and motioning for him to drive.

"Please" she whispered, but before he could pull off, Eddie ran in front of the car.

"Baby, I am so sorry. Let's talk please." Eddie pleaded, Steve looked between the two confused. Y/N refused to look at either of them. Her eyes locked on her feet.

"Drive," she demanded

"I can't! He's in front of my car." Steve said in a duh tone. Y/N reached over and slammed on the horn, Eddie covered his ears but refused to move.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY!" She screamed

"NOT UNTIL WE TALK," Eddie screamed back, his voice muffled by the glass.

"Why don't you want to talk to him?" Steve asked, she looked at him. Her eyes were red and wet as she choked out, "he was fucking Chrissy."

Steve felt any amount of calmness in him vanish. He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. Locking it so Eddie couldn't get in if he tried.

Steve stayed emotionless, waving Eddie over to him.

Eddie walked over, his eyes looking into the car as he watched her. "She won't come out, but she wanted me to tell you this," Steve started, Eddie nodded. "Yeah, go on." He encouraged and prepared to listen so he could fix this.

"Yeah just..," Steve said then bunched up his fist and knocked Eddie straight in the jaw. Y/N screamed from inside the car. Eddie groaned as he got knocked to the floor.

"Son of a bitch." Eddie groaned, holding his cheek as he felt the heat of the punch forming.

"Have Chrissy ice your jaw." Steve snarled out, getting back in his car as he zoomed off.

~~~

Eddie called and called. He left voicemails, he wrote letters, and he even showed up at her house for a week straight. But she refused to speak to him. He hated that he couldn't even explain to her what happened, because he didn't know himself. He hurt her and he had no explanation other than he was an idiot who fucked everything up.

His jaw was bruised, but his heart hurt more than anything.

But she was hurt too, and it hurt not knowing why Eddie did what he did. She wasn't sure if she could handle hearing what Chrissy had that she didn't.

He regretted Chrissy more than anything.

She regretted Eddie more than anything.

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Mouthvasihng Yap

because my stupid brain wont let me live without this, im gonna make a recap (and other stuffs) of everything in mouthwashing. PLEASE tell me if i get anything wrong.

[color-coded to cure my autism :3]

CHARACTERS •Anya- beloved nurse (Top left) •Daisuke- optimistic intern (Top middle) •Swansea- mechanic of the ship (Top right) •Curly- the captain (Before: bottom left. After: bottom middle) •Jimmy- co-captain (or captain in command I believe) (Bottom right) So basically the entire game is set off because of Jimmy. You do play as him anyways. He does a very bad thing to Anya [he rapes and impregnates her], so she decides it would be best to tell the captain himself, which she does. Curly then decides he should talk to Jimmy. •QUOTE THAT MAKES ME CRY :D "I'll talk to him"

[THIS REPRESENTS JIMBUS(right) AND CURLY(left)!!] Jimmy does not want to take RESPONSIBILITY (key point in the game) for his actions, for what he did to Anya. He'd rather die than face the consequences. So Jimmy decides to crash the ship into an oncoming asteroid, thinking to save only himself.

(keep in mind on what Anya said as well) I believe Jimmy locked Curly in the cockpit. I am not certain, but it is a possibility. He wanted him to die. He wanted to have no witnesses so he wouldn't be charged of what he did.

But as of now, the entire Tulpar crew is stuck on the ship, just surviving. Anya is the one to care for Curly, giving him painkillers. She doesn't like the job much, becoming uneasy at his moans of pain and overall state of being.

Once, though, she asked Jimmy to give Curly his meds. Jimmy was fed up, but decided to do it. Unfortunately the cruel bum decided to beat him.. After that dialogue you can even hear Curly crying.

Really quick, I just wanna say that this dialogue with Anya and Curly is very interesting. She seems to be the one staring at the pixel, saying "In the back of my mind, it's always there." But Curly, on the other hand, seems not to care much. "I don't think it ruins the illusion though. It's peaceful. But maybe I'm just used to looking at the bigger picture." Interesting that word he says... illusion.

Jimmy just made life miserable on the Tulpar, bringing Anya to her fate. She decided it would be best to just end it all, to rid herself of Jimmy and the burden given to her from him..

Daisuke manages to find out she's "stuck" in medical when actually she locked the door.

IM SORRY, SHE JUST MAKES ME SO SAD D: But anyways, I'm gonna condense the story line a bit now. So in short, Jimbus basically manipulates Daisuke into going into the vents, despite their danger, to save Curly (except he didn't really care, i think).

•QUOTE THAT MAKES ME CRY :D "Anya...? ...what d-did you do?" So Daisuke goes into the vents, proving their danger... He returns bloody and scarred all over his body from the vents. Jimmy decided it was "best" to disinfect the wounds with mouthwash (cuz they "remove 99.99% of germs"), only making them worse. This probably symbolizes the entire Tulpar situation: something really bad happened, so Jimmy tries to FIX IT with something, only making everything worse for everyone. Swansea decides to do the best thing for Daisuke, and uses the emergency fire ax to kill him, essentially putting him out of his misery.

•"It's alright Daisuke. Calm down. ...This line of work. You could never have become like ol' Swansea. What a tragedy." ... •"I thought you were dumber than a can of paint, always just chewing my ear off about nothing. Useless ray of goddamn sunshine." ... •"You coulda taught an old fool like me alot. ..." ... •"Close your eyes, Daisuke." I love Swansea's "speech" to Daisuke, but it makes me so sad :( ANYWAYS, Jimmy goes completely bonkers at the fact that he killed Daisuke. It was a mercy kill, but all he saw was another crew member dead.

Long story short, he decides to kill Swansea. Swansea gives a beautiful speech before dying to him, and I REALLY wanna pick at that, but its quite long.. I might reblog this for it cuz this is already very long. But Jimbus shoots Swansea and returns to Curly (who is somehow still alive). (I am going to skip talking about some scenes)

"We fixed it..." "I... fixed it..."

Jimbo basically takes poor ol' Curly to the utility room and puts him into the cryopod thingy. He says his farewell and shoots himself before Curly is ejected into space, frozen and traveling throughout, lost and unfound.

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If you were a worm. 🪱

Satoru Gojo: 🧿👄🧿

He wasn't surprised when you asked him this question. In fact he was a little hurt about how long it took you to even ask!

Of course he'd love and care for you! He'd search throughout heaven and earth to find you a cure! He'd give his entire fortune to the best scientist in the world just to turn you back.

But he didn't want to seem clingy. He didn't want you to know he'd be completely lost without you.. No. He needed you to be lost without him-- He needed you to only live for him.

He was so obsessed with you but he never told you this because of the fear of losing you. He needed to play this cool..

So when you asked him during dinner if he'd still love you as a worm all he did was chuckle. He smiled and leaned back into his chair. "Hmm-- Would I love you as a worm?"

In his mind he was squealing at his imagination. How cute would you be as a tiny worm! All chubby and weird looking..

You looked at him with wide eyes. They almost looked sad.. Were you thinking the worst?! You fiddled around with your fork and nodded.

"Just curious.."

His smile grew.. "Of course I would. I wonder if Gucci makes little worm sweaters?.. We'd still need to match come Christmas time."

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Suguru Geto: 🖤🫃🏻

What was in this cigarette? Has he heard you clearly?.. He did bum a smoke off Shoko... She probably fucked with it in some way or another..

"..Repeat that for me sweetheart?"

You huffed as your body leaned over his.

You had snuck up on him while he was hiding from Yaga to take a smoke break. He knew it was you by the way his heart skipped a beat when your soft lips met his jaw. That pretty little melody of your giggle when you snuggled up to his back

"I said! Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

His pretty face scrunched up as he thought. He inhaled and let a light cloud of smoke escape his mouth. "Would you still be able to talk to me?"

You nodded. "Yes I'd still be able to speak."

He hummed before he let a laugh escape his nose. "I'll be honest baby-- I might think you're a curse and just end up eating you."

You deadpanned while he laughed a bit more. "What? At least you'll be with me forever?"

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Kento Nanami: 🌻

He raised a brow before looking back down at his magazine. " A worm?"

You let out a quiet "mhmm" as you watched him continue his reading.

He thought for a minute. "I'd still love you but it would be difficult to continue our relationship.. Especially the physical activities we do in private.."

He saw the sadness in your pretty eyes. It was eating at his soul.

"I'm not saying I'd dump you or anything.. But more like I'd wait for you to return to your normal self? Or I'd stay single forever and find you in my next life. Hopefully we'd both be worms because this human shit is exhausting. I'd dig a nice little worm tunnel for us to live in, probably in a nice little garden owned by an elderly couple and all that.."

...... God you loved your emo boyfriend so much.

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Yu Haibara: 🌞🍔🍟🥤🍫🍡🍜

He'd. Move. Mountains. For. You!!!

So of course he'd love you! No matter what happened to you--- If you turned into a worm, shit he'd find a way to turn into one too! If you lost all your hair? He'd shave his off and give it to you! If you asked him to jump he'd say "Yes my queen! How high?"

Lol this boy is obsessed and so in love! But unlike Satoru he'd yell it on the mountain tops! He wants the whole world and everyone on it to know he's head over heels just for you.

You are his sun, moon, air, reason, and happiness!

So when you ask him if he'd still love you as a worm..

He went on for hours! He wasn't one to think too hard on things but he actually took the time to plan everything!

First if he couldn't become one with you..

Then he'd buy you the best fish aquarium and make it into a luxurious worm habitat. We're talking so many things for you to wiggle on and the top notch soil! A little stone bath for your wormie showers.. Did worms take baths? He didn't know but you'd need one anyways!

He'd also buy a portable mini  aquarium so he could take you with him everywhere!

Some chick would try to hit on him when he took you with him to your favorite restaurant?! Pshh! He'd shove you in her face and say.

"Do you see this beautiful creature?! This is my girlfriend and she is my life! Get away!"

Nanami would get upset with him when he tries to shove pieces of your favorite snacks in your habitat.

(Nanami) "She's a worm now. She eats dirt, not pork buns.."

Yu would gasp and cover the sides of your portable home as if he was covering your ears. "How dare you Nanami! My girl needs to eat! My poor baby is wasting away!"

Let's just say its Yu Haibara and his worm girlfriend Y/n against the world! ♥️

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Hold Fast | Ch. 7 Coffee & Donuts

Rating: Mature for chapter (Series is Explicit, this blog is 18+ MDNI)

Summary: It's a rainy day and Frankie is bummed about everything going on with his ex-wife Vanessa and the impending change to the custody agreement. You convince Frankie to go with you for some coffee and treats. Reader has a car named Blue.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who's still reading the series! Life things, grief things, a lot happened since the last update, but I am going to see this series through with Sweets and Frankie. (I've actually written the last chapter believe it or not, but I just need to uh, get them there!) Thank you always for being the best beta @bloviating-vy <3

Word Count: 1.5k (it's mostly fluff y'all)

Chapter Tags/Warnings: TF AU, no y/n, fictional description of custody arrangements, aggressive driving, brief mention of wedding/anniversaries/honeymoon, Tom owns a bar called Redfly's, Pope owns a gym, alternating POV

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It seems like everyone has the same idea as you, crowding into the latest ‘it’ coffee shop, a warm beacon on this grey, drizzly day. Scrunched together at a two-top you could see the noise and crowd grating Frankie’s already low mood, despite the six shots of espresso over ice cradled in his hand. He picks at the pain au chocolate you’re sharing.

“You gonna pick out all the chocolate and just leave the pastry for me?” you joke, trying to lighten the mood.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, slouching back into his chair and taking a large gulp of his coffee. It is a damn miracle he is not vibrating out of his seat into another dimensional plane. Six fucking shots of espresso.

“Hey,” you say softly, placing your hands over his. “It’s going to work out. Might be hell for a bit, but we’ll get through it. I'm here for you, okay?”

Frankie perks up at the we. He hadn’t said it in so many words but you could tell the custody change demands from Vanessa were stressing him out on so many fronts. It was frustrating enough strategizing with his lawyer, not to mention his worry about being enough for Gabi, doing a good job as a dad, and the thought of juggling full-time custody along with his job. But also how it would impact your relationship. Despite the reassurances you'd given him that you considered him and Gabi a packaged deal, you knew he still harbored doubts, plagued by insecurity.

When someone jostles you hard enough to nearly spill your coffee, you abruptly stand up. The coffee and pastries are doing shit all to improve his mood, but you still have one trick up your sleeve.

“C’mon, let’s go,” you declare, chucking the half-mangled pastry into the trash. The poor lamination of the dough didn’t make this one worth saving. Frankie slams the rest of his espresso and shuffles towards the door behind you.

Even though you’re driving, Frankie hustles over to open the car door for you before sliding in on the passenger side. You know how defeated he’s feeling when he hadn’t insisted on driving this morning. Frankie always wants to drive.

Frankie quirks an eyebrow at you when leaving the shopping center, turning away from the direction of his house. You just shoot him a cheeky wink as you continue driving in comfortable silence. Trundling along in no particular hurry.

Eventually, you pull into the completely deserted student parking lot at the local high school. Puddles dot occasional parking spots and the air is thick with moisture. It’s no longer raining outside but the clouds hang heavy, occasionally spitting, threatening to pour again. You gently pull to a stop near one corner of the lot and grab your phone. He’s not sure what you’re looking for as you scroll through your music app and the car idles.

You finally look at him with a shy smile as you click your phone back into its holder. “You trust me, Frankie?”

“Umm, as long as you’re not about to murder me and dump my body in the ditch over there, baby,” Frankie responds looking around with hesitant but soft eyes, open to whatever you are trying to do to cheer him up.

“Awesome,” you exclaim, perking up, caffeine pumping through your veins. You flip off the A/C and traction control and hit play on your music app. Classical music starts to build on the car’s stereo system. “Hang on!”

You floor it.

Frankie is pretty sure you threw the car directly into second gear, screaming down the long side of the parking lot before executing a perfect pendulum turn around one of the light poles. Whipping the rear of the car around before accelerating towards the middle of the lot and pulling the e-brake briefly, deftly maneuvering the steering wheel before stomping on the gas. Your car dances with you in beautiful arcing donuts. Exiting the last revolution, you rev the engine, before charging towards another light pole at the far end of the parking lot. The tires squeal as you drift around the light pole and floor it again. Frankie’s gripping the oh-shit bar with his right hand as his left presses into the roof of the car. He can’t even let out a yelp as you punch the gas and the air out of his lungs.

He has enough of his wits about him to count the revolutions in the next set of donuts, an impressive 1440 degrees before power sliding around the perimeter of the parking lot for good measure. It suddenly occurred to him why you had red tape marking the 12 o'clock on your steering wheel. You finally drift the car to a stop in the middle of the lot.

You look over and grin at Frankie, looking far too much like a Benny grin, before asking him, “How ya feeling now, baby?” You reach over to take a sip of your coffee, not a drop spilled in the chaos. You eye him with such innocence as if you didn't just pull the ridiculous stunt you just did.

“Uh…” Frankie lets out a hiccuped laugh, still clutching the grab handle, slowly lowering his left hand from the roof. Adrenaline and caffeine coursing through his body, fizzing and sparking up his esophagus that escapes into a giggle?!? Perhaps six shots of espresso was a bit excessive. He feels a slow smile spread across his face, grinning like a maniac back at you, surprised, amused, touched at your antics to cheer him up.

“Better,” he punches, all air and no menace, trying to hold in more unruly giggles.

“Hmm, that's a no,” you smirk at him before pedaling the gas a few times, looking for any sign he wanted you to stop. When he continues grinning at you, you throw the car in reverse, dancing with the e-brake, clutch, and gas pedal, whipping donuts in reverse, once, twice, before throwing it into first and gunning it to drift figure eights around the light posts. The car slips and slides across the wet pavement, the smell of rubber and rain thick in the air, as you maneuver the car with absolute focus and control.

Frankie’s better prepared this time, enough to appreciate your agility and skill as you work, dance really, with your car. It is sort of like a dance, Vivaldi’s music swirling up and up, crescendoing, as you spin the car faster and faster. He lets out a whoop and you smile, alert eyes on the road, before letting one out yourself. As the song crests and falls, you powerslide the car around a light pole and cruise to a stop, allowing the car to idle, breathing heavily from wrangling all that torque and excitement.

“Better?” You glance at him again, eyes playful and sweet.

He grins wide this time, “Yeah, baby, much better. Always better with you.”

You reach out and slide your warm hand into his, squeezing lightly. “Good.” You pause for a moment before adding quietly, “Thanks for trusting me.”

“You know what would make it even better?” He smirks, dimples dancing, eyes bright again.

“What’s that?”

“Let me drive.”

You jerk your hand back from his and playfully shove him, “FRANCISCO MORALES. Blue is MY baby. Only I get spin her like this.”

Frankie knows better, but he presses you anyway with pouty lips and puppy dog eyes.

“Absolutely not, Morales. Maybe, maaaybe after we’ve celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary, THEN you can drive her.” Your eyes widen in panic at the slip of the word wedding. You hadn’t talked about the M word yet.

Frankie furrows his brows in mock seriousness and he can see your panic rise, worried he may have taken it the wrong way.

“How about after the honeymoon?” he negotiates, his voice like a purr. He knows what he's doing. You release a nervous giggle that sets Frankie off, laughter bubbling up from his throat until you’re both cackling with tears until one of you snorts. It was definitely you.

“First anniversary,” you giggle back, hiccuping and wiping away happy tears.

“Deal.”

You shake on it, but instead of releasing your hand, he pulls you in closer for an espresso-laced kiss.

When he finally pulls back, cupping your chin between his thumb and index finger, your soft eyes search him before asking, “You really feel better?”

“Yeah.” He offers a warm, touched smile. He tilts your chin up to him as he presses one more chaste kiss on your lips.

“Wanna dance one more time before we go home?” You arch one eyebrow, one hand on the steering wheel, one hand on the shifter.

Home.

“Hell yeah,” Frankie grins back at you. He thinks maybe you have an inkling, and know how everything is better in his life when you’re there. He’s already home. You’re his home.

Frankie hits play on your music app. As Vivaldi resumes over the speakers you launch Blue down the parking lot, full throttle, tires screaming, a blue streak of rubber and rain.

End Note: The song Sweets puts on is Vivaldi's Winter from The Four Seasons. She hits the gas at the 0:40 mark.

Example of Pendulum Turn Handbrake Turning in Rally Driving

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Luxiem when you propose first! 💍

cw: suggestive in vox and ike's. not proofread

notes: thank you so much anon!! i'm so nervous to post this so i really hope this is up to your expectations! so sorry it took so long to make but i actually had a lot of fun! 🩷

Vox Akuma -

• Vox is a pretty traditional man so i think he'd be a bit bummed at first

• of course he'd say yes

• would probably still propose to you anyway

• he might even try to "1 up" you lol

• you mightve done it at a resturant but nonono he planned for weeks to get something "better"

• he ended up popping the question to you where he first asked you on a date

• he'd ask the other luxiem members to help set up the area with flower petals and candles/whatever you fancy

• VERY CLICHE.

• he does the cheesy prep talk before he finally pops the question

• "would you, (first and last name) make me, Vox Akuma the luckiest demon on earth and join me in ruling my clan?"

• afterwards he'd totally rizz you up to make you forget he just "beat you" in a fake competetion

• after BOTH proposals you know what happens ;)

• in the end he would happily say yes but be very flustered as he didnt expect you to be the one to do so. 

• the fact that you proposed first was both hot AND sweet

• he'd still want to give his go at a proposal too though :)

Mysta Rias -

• This boy- man would SCREAM

• he'd be hella surprised

• after he asesses the situation i think he'd do that cringy white girl thing 

• "OH EM GEE!! NO YOU DIDN'T! YES IF COURSE I WILL BABE!" while jumping and fanning his face with his hands

• after the jokes he'd say yes genuinely and kiss you happily

• "ah babeeee in so surprised but..im so happy" with his  sheepish giggle

• would give you the BIGGEST HUG ™

�� since you asked him he'd treat you to dinner that night

• "its on me loves..gotta treat my future wife don't i?~"

• wouldnt. stop. talking. about. it. all. week.

• he might cry a bit but he would hide it for sure. maybe only a tear or two would come out

• would be soooo clingy the rest of the day/night

• "can we shower together??" 

• in the end he wouldnt mind all that much..hes just sooo excited to get to marry you!!

Luca Kaneshiro -

• you decided that day was THE day...but..so did he..

• oops! you both proposed the same day!

• of course the 3 year anniversary would he perfect!! why wouldnt he think of the possibility that you'd do it?!

• when you get on 1 knee he'd look around with a shocked expression and would give his awkward laugh

• "WHAT?!" 

• after your speech he got down on HIS knee ans then proposed to you..at eye level since you were still kneeling 

• everyone around was shocked. the other luxiem members aw-ing and laughing

• another loud one

• he'd call back home, YOUR mom, the waiters and waitresses, the lucubs...EVERYONE

• would also be clingy af 

• couldnt look you in the face from pure shyness but you caught him staring at you multiple times

• he wouldnt stop praising you for your proposal

• "omg that was so good baby i loved it!!"

• never lets go of you, your arms and hands are ALWAYS intertwined 

• gets jealous and possessive easily

• he'd pull you away from everyone..mainly the other guys

• "excuse you IKE. my FIANCE is BUSY with ME." while dragging you toward him and pouting

• no one is ever letting you guys live this down

Ike Eveland -

• he already was calling you his fiance/wife/husband before any of this

• he panicked

• after your proposal he pulled you into a quieter place frantically without answering 

• everyone thought it went bad and they all were upset

• you finally saw how red he was and he apologized and wanted to yell "YES" in your face..but he didnt

• "y-yes..i'd love to marry you min kärlek." 

• wouldnt let go of your hand

• makes sure YOU put the ring on his hand, not him

• when you guys come back out hes holding your hand timidly, making sure to show off the ring

• "GUYSSSS STAWPPP" when everyone cheers

• takes you to your favorite place afterward for food and then books a 5 star hotel

• "come on darling...pack up your things! <3"

• lets just say...yall had a NIGHT

• tries his best to be romantic all night

• surprisingly can play it cool with you after the initial shock unlike luca

• while he might be internally freaking out he could calm you down and rizz you up so. easily.

• absolute baby boy ™

• so. SO. excited to start planning

• "so we can have half of the venue (your fav color) and the other half blue!! and omg i can have- and you can- and can we please-" 

• basically very surprisee and panicked but once he gets you alone he very quickly gets insanely excited 

Shu Yamino -

• he already knew 

• was very nervous and wary around you often since he didnt know when but he knew you would yk?

• of course he didnt say anything, he didnt wanna ruin it

• actually he didnt even tell you he knew

• was actually caught off gaurd when you did it at first

• the rest of the proposal though he was able to keep it cool

• he actually bought you a ring and flowers in preperation

• "i would..love to marry you" as he grabs your hand and slips on your ring while you slip his on

• "ah..ive been waiting for this..im so happy"

• only tells close people such as family, luxiem, and manager-san

• asks staff-san for a week off that same day for a pre-wedding honeymoon

• gets shy whenever you call him your fiance/husband and vise versa

• he adores you and is clearly SO excited

• you caught him searching for weddingspo one night when he was supposed to be working

• buys new flowers every week until the day of the wedding

• lowkey had a dream about it and it made him giddy all day when he woke up

[parahumanswormfan]

Man, Ward is a hard read. I know, or I think I know, that the story is a lot about loss and moving on. I hope not to say that it's the "main thing" it's about the way understanding the world/the world is the main thing I think The Witness is about. (Not totally sure what I mean by "main thing," which is why it's in quotes.) But, I feel pretty sure Wildbow was in part exploring loss/moving on as he wrote the text. (Not in that I'm psychologizing Wildbow, which I hope to not do, but in the way someone who tells me "There is an apple on the dining room table" is "in part exploring" dining room tables as they think of the sentence.) And, while I have an overwhelmingly positive attitude about Wildbow writing honestly/accurately/truthfully, which I think Wildbow was definitely doing with Ward... and I am ABSOLUTELY NOT expressing the desire that the text be different... It's still, like... what the f, Ward is such a hard, GRUELING, PAINFUL READ Oh my god, I hate Victoria. I didn't hate her this much in Worm. I think she mostly got an eye roll from me, until The S9 happened, and she really aggravated me, then The Wretch happened, and I was probably bummed for her. I know this is a common experience. I think Wildbow cites it as an error (?) in his follow up blog post and that surprises me. It surprises me because it's well explained by being deliberate and targeted as a meditation on the loss of Taylor at the end of Worm. Because Victoria feels annoying to read precisely for someone who would like Taylor. God, it's so frustrating. Like, Worm is a puzzle box. You have to solve it to understand what the hell is happening. So much is left to you to get and I thought that was the intended experience. Taylor, because she's so clever, is kind of like an answer key. I would try to beat her to understanding and then, when she arrived at understanding, I'd use her final view to fact check what I thought was going on. Like, it was a cool race. But Victoria is so much dumber than Taylor. Moreover, she is close minded in a way that Taylor isn't, in a way exactly opposite Taylor that just precludes her directing her intelligence to understand the world anywhere NEAR as well as Taylor. And it's just, like, she's so normal, and Taylor so isn't. In real life, Victoria would be someone I'd probably not like personally, but also probably not judge. In a book other than this one, I would not read the rest. But, as a meditation on losing Taylor in Worm, she's incredible. I would not ask that she be any different. She relates so incredibly to the rest of Ward's themes, it's absurd. But, bearing in mind this interpretation might be totally wrong, especially given that blog post I've only read a tiny bit of: Oh my god, Ward is such a painful read.

[thethirdromana]

Thoughts on watching the X Files pilot for the first time, having never previously seen any of the X Files:

Ooh are we starting with spooky vampire aliens? Is that what's happening here?

That outfit is terrible on Gillian Anderson.

I very much feel that Gillian Anderson became a lot hotter with age but now I'm wondering just how much of that is because of the impacts of 90s fashion.

So Mulder has the full conspiracy theorist decor right from the off?

I know that Mulder = believer and Scully = sceptic but I don't know if there's ever a situation where it's a Scooby-Doo thing and Scully will be right.

Over 200+ episodes it would be weird if she was never right.

Mysterious bite marks means aliens is a bit of a leap on Mulder's part.

"You're not squeamish" - I mean, she's a qualified doctor, they usually don't get to be squeamish.

Wondering if this episode was sponsored by the Oregon tourist board. Those woods look lovely, if you ignore all the murdering.

Even with the world's most open mind, it feels like a bit of a leap that Mulder goes straight to alien abduction and not, say, alien virus, or witch's curse, or any one of a bajillion other supernatural or otherworldly things that could be explaining all of this.

Ah, a pervy scene of Scully undressing. Oh, the 90s. Got to make sure we see the lead actress's bum in the first episode.

I have to say, this set up is gripping. Mulder's backstory, the growing closeness between Mulder and Scully already, the idea of a massive government cover up? So good.

Ignoring that they're standing by an open grave, the scene of Mulder and Scully laughing together in the pouring rain is very cute.

And then they hold each other gasping after Billy recovers? I mean, I know about the shipping, I haven't been living under a rock, but there is already even more of a vibe there than I would have anticipated.

A massive sinister warehouse in the Pentagon full of evidence! Nice.

And that's the end!

Well, that was a lot of fun. I'm not up for another 200+ episodes (and even if I was, my husband isn't), but I'm wondering if only watching the ones with an imdb rating above 8.0 would be viable. Any thoughts, X-Files fans of tumblr?

[negrowhat]

For the Ask game can you do both Black and White from Not Me 😊

I'm excited! This is my first one! Also sorry in advance but as much as I loved Not Me I've only ever seen it once and that was the year it came out so I might be a bit fuzzy on some details.

White from Not Me

How I feel about this character.

I love him. I thought he was a fantastic character. I love that he was so intelligent but acted more on his feelings than anything else and he had such a high moral compass. I know his heart was in the right place but a lot of times his emotional decisions for sure impacted the group heavily and in dangerous ways.

I thought it was so cool to see how swiftly and almost seamlessly White managed to take over his brother's life. I loved watching him pick up new tasks and easily become skilled in them and a lot of his plans did seem to work out in the end. He was very selfless and humble and he truly cared about the people around him and his community.

And he did change the dynamic of the entire group for the better. There was definitely a stronger sense of brotherhood in the gang with White posing as Black, he had that sort of energy that pulled people in. Also I LOVED seeing him keep Sean on his toes. I know Sean had to be questioning his sanity when out of the blue a guy like Black begin acting amorous towards him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Just Sean and maybe Gram for the briefest of moments.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Black and White?? Hello TWIN POWER! But also GramWhiteYok was a pretty fun trio (specifically that scene when everyone else found out White's true identity.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I think that White should've worn his glasses when he pretended to be Black. How fucking funny would that have been. And if anyone questioned him about it all he had to do was tackle them...that is very much on brand for Black.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I wish that we had gotten a follow up about him and Black. I wanted Black and White to stay together after all the dust had settled. I think those brothers need each other even if Black thought that would weaken him. I don't think Black would really ever trust anyone else besides his brother.

Black from Not Me

How I feel about this character

I think Black is badass. Much like his twin he is extremely intelligent, but unlike White he relies heavily on his intelligence. The only emotion he allows himself to express is anger and considering the way he grew up I'm sure it was to keep himself alive. I love that he was about that action. I love that he was so swift and cunning and strong. But he was also so protective, not just of his brother, but also his friends. He honestly had every single right to be mad at the world and I just couldn't fault him for being so hardened on the outside. And if I was doing some illegal, life threatening shit I would want him on my team.

All the people I ship romantically with this character.

TBH I didn't really ship Black with anyone. GASP! I KNOW! I shipped Black with feeling safe lol. That boy needs a hug.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Sean and that's just because of how much they argued. It was fun to watch them go back and forth even though things did get a bit out of hand.

My unpopular opinion about this character

If Black and White were identical in all aspects then his ass should've been wearing glasses too. Unless he was wearing contacts. Was he? He probably was but come on! GLASSES! I know it's not practical considering what he does but I'm bummed about it.

Also he shouldn't have beat Sean up. I know he was in protect mode for White but he beat the crap out of Sean and it was so hard to watch.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I wish he had stayed. I know he felt like he didn't belong where he was anymore and I know his supernatural bond with White could definitely work against them, but I wanted him to stay. White wasn't the same helpless kid he was the last time Black saw his twin. And like I said, I truly think Black would've been happy with his brother at his side. I think his brother is the only person he truly trusts and he could use someone he knows is on his side. I do hope he pops in from time-to-time to see his brother, and the gang, and to get on Sean's nerves.

GIVE ME A CHARACTER and I’ll break their ass down

[silent-raven13]

A Cute little Poodle named Morales 2

(Part 2 for @heiibo)

(Part 1)

A few hours ago on Miles' Spider friends, everyone wonder what happened to Miles. Gwen stood watching Miguel taking the anomaly back to HQ, he said, "Any contact from him?"

"No, I can't seem to reach him." Pavitr said his fingers tapping on his Gizmo trying to call Miles.

"Maybe he went home. He said he got homework." Gwen rubs her neck then her eyes look at Spider-punk.

Hobie stood staring at the moon looking a bit bum. Miles 42 took his leave, telling the gang that Miles probably wanted to be left alone. Hobie didn't mean to upset him, he wanted to know why he's been so snappy with him. Was it because Gwen likes him? Hobie tries to give Miles all the signs that he like him and it's not like a simple, 'I like you'.

Oh no, Hobie likes likes him. He had thought about singing to him, making song about his Sunflower's smile, and just wants to tell him how amazing he is. "Hobie, you okay?" Gwen asked him.

"Um.. yeh. I'm fine." Hobie was looking at his watch seeing Miles is still in this world. Maybe Miles 42 and his Sunflower were supposed to hang out together instead, or Miles wants to be left alone.

Gwen knew Hobie likes Miles, after she confessed to the punker. It was hard to take the rejection, because she thought he would like her. But she knew Hobie only saw her as a friend and nothing more, and she wants to be there for her friends. Also she knows she's not in a good place to date with all her person issues. "You know, maybe Miles just wants to be left alone like Miles 42 said. He did say a lot is going on with him."

"I guess..." Hobie frowns at the watch seeing Miles' red dot on a certain location. He could go to him and finally express himself to him.

"Awe, my guy. Give him space. You can be too needy, it'll freak him out." Pavitr hums.

"Fine, I'll see him first thing tomorrow morning." Hobie sighs with his head down like a little toddler.

The next day in Hobs' penthouse, Miles mumbles feeling his tail sway from side to side. "Mmm," Miles could smell Hobs' tobacco and musky scent and snuggle against him a bit more. His cheek nuzzling against warm skin, "Mmmm." He groans in deep sleep.

This is one of his best sleeps in a long time. Slowly his eyes opening feeling the need to wake up, his hand on Hobs' pecks. Wait, he feels his legs moving.

"Well, good morning, lil pup." Hearing Hobs' deep voice with a laughing tone.

"Hmm?" Miles was daze then his vision focus when he saw Hobs grinning at him. "Mmm?" Blinking at the sight, he took a moment to remember what happened. Then he looks down on his hands noticing his nails sharp and long. "What?" His big doe-like eyes glances down at his own body realizing he's naked. Then, he felt his floppy fuzzy brown ears against him.

Hobs grin grew wider and wider, "So how was it being a lil doggy?"

"YEEP!" Miles yelps noticing he's naked with a fluffy tail wagging super fast and his ears twitching at every sound he hears. "This is so fucking embarrassing!" He hides under the large heavy quilt, he felt the dog collar on his neck perfectly. Before it was too big for him but it still hold up.

"Pfft, hahahaha. Easy Sunflower. I sort of figured it out you were the dog." Hobs laughs out loud.

"What do you mean!" Miles peeked his head out of the quilt with his ears slightly lifting to hear clearly.

"I figured you must've turned into a dog seeing how you acted so human like with me. Not to mention," Hobs leans over to say in his cute dog ears, "You were watching me changed into my boxer."

The young Spider-man's could feel his whole turning very warm. "Sorry, I didn't mean too!" He hid himself under the sheets.

"Heh, got you blushing, huh?" Hobs pulled the sheet to see Miles being shy, "You were a cute dog. Now you're even cuter like this," his hand petting the young man's head.

This made Miles wagging his tail super fast enjoying the petting, he said nothing still being shy. Hobs saw the dog collar, his index finger curled at the metal loop to tug him, "Hmm, maybe I should keep you as my pet seeing how sexy you look in this." Hobs showing off his fang with a gem on it, he flirted a bit, "Can you bark for me?"

Miles presses his lips together being super bashful. Hobie 42 is really making him feel things. He's about to give in whatever Hobs wants, he doesn't care. At least, this guy is straight forward with him. "How about a little lick, right here?" Hobs playfully stick his tongue out showing off his tongue piercing with a wide grin.

So tempting, he wanted to do it. His whole body screaming like a fangirl being flirted with one hot guy. Just when Miles' eyes was about to close and go for it, Spider-Punk appeared through a magical portal, "Oi, Sunflower. I been wanting to talk to you for a while and I've given you space so..." He stops when he saw his Sunflower with dog ears and dog tail wearing a dog collar on top of Hobie 42.

The Cyber punker had an annoyed look, his eyes unimpressed with the interruptor coming in his room like he owns the damn place. Miles' eyes widen in shock, "Hobie?"

Hobie 138 never had a good reason to crash out, this time he did. He quickly went to get hold of Miles while glaring at Hobs, "I swear to the damn Universe if you touched my Sunflower..." A menacing look from the punker.

Hobs picks his ears, "Pfft, relax."

Spider-Punk carries held Miles in his arms, "Sunflower, did you two?"

"NO! Geez, no way! I'm not ready for that!" Miles' felt so vulnerable with his body naked, he quickly went under the sheets, "Can I at least get some clothes!"

Hobs smirks at Hobie, "I can some that'll fit. You missed out, bruv! Me and him had a great sleep."

Hobie was about to bash his variants brains in, "Oi, what you mean by that, dipstick?"

Hobs stood up being a bit bigger than Hobie like he got more muscle compare to him and he's taller. "Heh, name calling all because I got him in my bed? Trust me, he wanted to sleep with me." Adding jabs to the 70s punker variant, before going back to one of his drawers to pull out a large sweater. "Oi, Miles. Here, this is more your taste?" He tossed the oversize bright yellow sweater.

"Oh thanks!" The Spider-man saw the sweater on the bed and quickly put it on. His big eyes avoid his friend before saying, "Can you guys please stop? It wasn't like that..." Though he wanted to. God, he wanted to!

Of course, he won't tell Hobie that.

Hobie went over to touch Miles' ears, "Aren't you going to tell me what happened?"

"It's a bit embarrassing..." Miles mutters.

"He got turned into a dog- a cute one at that." Hobs said.

"I wasn't talking to you." Hobie snaps at him.

"Fine." Hobs rolled his eyes.

"GUYS STOP! Geez, what's with you two?" Miles growls showing off his dog fangs at them.

The two stares at him looking so darn cute instead of menacing. Miles fluffy tail and ears didn't help to the "scary" look, too. Both of the punkers felt their cheeks warm at the sight.

"Cute..." They thought.

Hobie touches Miles' ears feeling the curly fur being so soft, "Cloud..." It's like he's touching a cloud.

Miles pouts, "Can you guys focus! I got turned into a dog. Now I got this problem." His tail slowly wags. "I wanna get back to normal."

Both of the bunkers glance at each other deciding on a truce. Then, they snuggle their Sunflower not wanting him to change back. "GUYS!" Miles whines feeling them petting his head. They couldn't help but admire their Sunflower acting like a dog.

The way he wag his tail when he gets happy or his ears twitching. When Hobie snuggles against Miles, "Hobie, yours so warm!" Miles whines.

"You're so adorable, luv. Look at you!" Hobie didn't want to let him go.

Hobs playfully tug on Miles' dog collar, "Heh, I think he looks yummy. How about a kiss?"

"Over my bloody dead body! Fuck off, mate." Hobie growls.

"I just want to get back to normal!" Miles said out loud being played a tug of war with the two punkers. It's like this is from a weird romantic novel!

Later...

Miles finally turns back to normal while the two punkers were depressed. They miss their cute poodle named Morales.

[ikemen-daily-questions]

Results and Going Forward

The winning results of the poll was that this blog will schedule the remaining holiday based questions to post around and on the holidays they were designed for (halloween/fall, new years/xmas, Valentine's). 'Around' means some questions that were made to build up to the holidays (examples: new years eve party celebrations, and then a question made for the day after specifically).

Interspersed between these will be randomly scheduled messages of remaining non-holiday questions, but 'daily' questions will not be happening outside of those. These are variations of existing questions that I hadn't gotten around to posting yet.

I'll be updating the 'About' and pinned post messages as this continues. Once all the questions post, I will have a final post go out to make it clear no more questions will be coming out and make that the new pinned. This blog will become an archive at that point on, free to reblog questions from still.

All of this will take some time to implement.

So! Now for more sentimental words and more. I'll put it under a cut just to separate the needed info from my sappiness.

I don't have a hateful letter to this fandom in regards to this blog. All of you have been consistently polite, kind, and fun to see your responses to these questions. I'm not sure what may have been the general consensus with why this blog popped up, but the reason why I started it was because these are questions we use in my ikemen server. We have a bot there that we load up with questions and scenarios to post, and we originally began doing so to help shy people in the server be able to have some sort of 'excuse' to start rambling about their faves without having to join/start a conversation themselves.

And after we've had that bot for a few years, I thought that maybe people in here would enjoy that 'excuse' to ramble without the fear of having their responses responded to by me, that it was just something they could share on their blog or reply to and lovingly yap about their fave for just a bit. So I took the questions we had and started this blog to see if the questions could encourage people to do so, and that it did!! Over nearly a year, we gathered 154 followers, and that doesn't include whoever just answered the questions when they stumbled upon them. That's so many more than I expected!!! And each of you have been kind and sweet. Reading your responses typically ended up making me chuckle or, for more serious sounding ones, nod along. I really hope I've been able to bring some small joys with this blog, since you guys inadvertently did so for me with your responses!

So, I guess the question today is why would I stop doing it when it's been a happy time for everyone included? Well! Simply put, I am busy. Outside of this blog, I have my writing blog, my ikemen server, the letters blog and server. I have my 40hr a week job, I have friends and family that have been in various states of health or struggles in the past year (that impacted me more than I thought), and more stuff that I do. While this blog was fine when I had a lot of questions, once I started running out of normal ones and had to come up with more, I realized this slowly was becoming a chore of sorts. I disliked how it turned into me feeling stressed trying to make new questions because I misjudged how much of a sharp turn IRL and other fandom fun would take. And as much as I love trying to do something nice, I don't want to do it at the expense of extremely limited leisure time and accidentally turning fandom into a chore for myself. It's only me working on this blog, sans the kind people who submitted some questions in the past, so out of all the things I currently do, this blog was the one that could be 'ended' so I could help myself.

Which. I am bummed about, haha! I truly wanted to make it a full year, March 6th, before pulling the plug. I feel guilty, but I can't let something fun turn into something more negative. I want to leave the blog on a way better note than that.

I will say this: If anyone would like to make a blog of your own that does daily questions regarding these games - please feel free to! This idea was inspired by those 'comfort imagines' accounts, so it's not an original concept. (I just may peek over from time to time to use some questions for fodder for my server qs, and hopefully that will be alright.)

Thank you so much for all of the fun shared here. I usually got to have a serotonin boost every day, and I thank you all so much for that.

[measuredingold]

to be in love and to be loved

chapter four: all i need

authors note: ...guess who finally came out of retirement ! the spark ( sort of ) has come back and i was finally able to finish this chapter. a loooong time coming. i'm happy to finally get something out, but i'm a bit bummed by this chapter because i don't think it's my best - however, i'm already working on chapter five and i'm very happy with it so far so... get ready for that :) another chapter in naomi's pov, and it's a doozy so hopefully that makes up for the time away ! as always please enjoy and feedback is appreciated !

pairing: noah sebastian x ofc x nicholas ruffilo

masterlist / cross-posted on ao3

word count: 10.2k

cw: ~kissing~, angst, suggestive content, feelings definitely being realized, alcohol, 18+ (minors do not interact.)

Naomi tries to go on like nothing happened that night on FaceTime. She kept her feelings and whatever she realized tucked deeply inside of her, putting on her best smile when the boys came home. They ended up not getting matching tattoos this time around. Whenever Nicholas wasn’t tattooing, and when Noah wasn’t doing something for the band, all three of them spent as much time together as they could.

It slipped their minds, which she was grateful for, because it made her focus on other things and not… that. It was pretty easy to forget about for the most part, just being happy that they were home for the first time in months. It felt like they had been gone longer than three months, and the weight that had been on her shoulders was lifted the very moment they stepped foot into Richmond.

That feeling, the realization, didn’t come back until the first night alone in her apartment. Noah had left two weeks ago, and Nicholas had left earlier that morning, and she felt… empty. Like something was missing – someone was missing. Her feelings consumed her then, so much so that she felt like she couldn’t breathe, eyes prickling with tears because how the hell did she get herself into this?

She feels guilty, keeping this from them but also knowing that she can never say anything. How the hell do you tell your boyfriend that you’re in love with him and your guys’ best friend? This isn’t some fairytale where every ending is a happy one, this is the real world, and the real world always has its consequences.

A part of her is glad that the boys have been busy the last week and a half, their talks being limited to maybe an hour every few days, and texts sent at the most random times. It's given her time to sit with herself and think, and then eventually bring in reinforcements. Someone she's known longer than Noah and Nicholas, someone who she can trust without a second thought. 

"Jesus, Mimi." Analise breathes out, and Naomi can already see the crease in her forehead. She sighs.

"I know."

There's a silence that follows that makes her feel uneasy. Analise has always been able to tell her how it is, never having trouble voicing her opinions and calling Naomi out on her shit. This time though... She feels like she's finally stunned the other girl into silence for the first time in her life.

"Does anyone else know?" 

"Lis," Naomi sighs again. "The only other people I'd tell would be Noah and Nicky... and I obviously can't fucking do that."

Analise laughs. "If it weren't for me, you'd go to the grave with this, huh?"

"Oh, for fucking sure." She tries to laugh but it fails, and she lets out another deep, aggravated sigh. She brings her hands up to dig her heels into her eyes, a headache already beginning to start at the back of her head. "What the hell do I do, Lissy?"

A beat passes. "Do you want my honest opinion?"

"Well, I didn't invite you over just to bullshit me."

"Girl, I have never bullshitted you once throughout our entire friendship."

"Exactly, and that's why I go to you for these types of things. You always tell me how it is." 

"And I always will.” Analise says matter of factly before her words are followed by a sigh. Naomi can see that fucking crease again. "Anyone under the fucking sun can see how much love you have for Noah. I don't think I've ever seen you love someone so hard before."

"I don't think I've ever loved someone like I do him." Naomi replies easily, without much thought. She knew it was true.

"Right," Analise starts before narrowing her gaze at Mimi, her full lips tugging down ever so slightly. "However, I'm not dumb."

Mimi raises a brow. "Huh?"

"Listen," Analise leans back against the couch, holding her hands up almost defensively. "I'm not sure if anything ever happened between you and Nick before you got with Noah, but I wouldn't be surprised. Your chemistry with each other is insane." Her gaze softens now. "And I can tell you care about him a lot, more than a friend should. I think you always have."

Naomi's cheeks flush at Analise's words and she bites down on her bottom lip, chewing on it nervously. Was it so obvious? She didn't think so, but Analise has never lied to her. Not once. 

"...What if I told you something almost happened?" 

"I'd call you a bitch - lovingly - for not telling me sooner," Analise says without hesitation. "And then I'd ask for you to elaborate on what you mean by almost."

"Almost as in," She drags her words, pulling her legs up onto the couch, "When he tattooed me for the first time, we were talking, and got pretty close. I wanted to kiss him and... and I think he wanted to kiss me, but then we didn't. He mentioned Noah and it kinda... ruined the moment."

Analise stares at her for a beat longer than needed before speaking up, "Did it ruin the moment because you knew that you liked Noah at the time, or did you think there was something going on between Noah and Nick?"

Naomi's eyes widen and Analise waves her off, scoffing softly.

"Girl. Don't give me that look. You know it's true." The girl sighs, as if this is the most taxing thing she's ever had to deal with and leans forward. "I've seen the way Nicholas looks at you… and the way he looks at Noah.” Analise gives her a smile, full lips stretched into a smile. "He's got it bad for the both of you."

"You're just making that up."

"I'm not making shit up. You," Analise points a finger at her and Mimi scoffs, turning her head the other way, "are just in denial at the fact Nicholas is in love with the both of you.”

"No, I'm not."

"Okay. Look me in the eyes and tell me you had no fucking idea Nicholas looks at both you and Noah like you two hung up the fucking stars."

Naomi's mouth opens to argue because that's just ridiculous, he doesn't do that, but nothing comes out. Not even a noise. Her brain then starts to finally catch up and thoughts of Nicholas invade her mind. Her throat tightens, skin heating up and feeling almost clammy, as the realization finally dawns on her. It's as if she's finally waking up after years of sleep, like she's opened her eyes and finally saw what was right in front of her the entire fucking time. 

Nicholas wasn't just in love with her, or with Noah... it was the both of them. 

"Oh my god." Was all she was able to get out, brown eyes widening as she finally looked back at Analise. 

Her friend's face softened, lips pressing together to try and suppress her own frown. "It's so obvious, Mimi."

"Yeah, I fucking know that now." She groans, leaning her elbows against the tops of her thighs, hands rubbing along her face. "Oh my god."

The tightening in her throat doesn't let up and there's a burning feeling behind her eyes, the tears threatening to push through. Her heart pounds against her chest, ringing through her ears. How did she not notice? 

The way he reacted to them being together, the way he's been acting ever since... It all makes fucking sense. She - they - are the reason behind Nicholas' continued sadness, the reason why he's been pulling away these last few months. The reason why he needed to suck it up and get over it. Her stomach turns in a way she fucking hates, the nausea coming back as it settles somewhere deep inside the pit of her stomach. 

How did she not fucking notice?

With tears stinging at her eyes, she finally looks up to find Analise staring at her, expression pained.

"What do I do?" She breathes out. 

"Well... what do you think you should do?" 

"I..." With a frustrated sigh she slumps her body back against the couch, hands coming up to rub at her face as the first tears fell. "I don't know."

She probably sounded pitiful, because that's exactly how she felt. What could she even do? It's not like she could call up Nicholas right now and tell him how she felt, how she knew, because there's a whole other person involved. She whines pathetically at the thought of her boyfriend. Yeah, maybe she and Nicholas had feelings for one another and Noah, but what about him?

She feels the couch beside her dip and her stomach turns at the thought of Noah. How would he feel about all of this? There's no telling how he'd react, finding out she was in love with their best friend and him, and said best friend was also in love with her and him. Does he even feel the same?

Her head pounds, a headache coming on immediately, and she curls herself into her friend's arms as she finally lets more tears fall.

"You need to tell them."

Analise's voice broke her out of her thoughts, and she shudders, head shaking against the girl's shoulder.

"I can't."

"Yes, you can." Analise pulls her back, hands coming up to cup her face to force Naomi to stare at her. "You need to tell them, Mimi."

She knows she should. She fucking knows that she should tell both Noah and Nicholas right now that she loves them so much that it makes her sick, makes her stomach twist and turn at the thought of ever being without either of them. A life without the two of them is a life she never wants to endure and... and she thinks that is what's stopping her. She would never be able to live with herself if this is what breaks them, if this is what pushes Noah from them.

She shakes her head in Analise's hold, "No. I can't."

Analise's hands drop from her face, lips pursed. "You're sostubborn sometimes, I can't stand it."

"You don't understand." She wipes at her face to rid herself of the tears that seem to still fall, tucking a few loose curls behind her ears. "This isn't me being stubborn, this is... I can't lose them. Sure, what if me and Nicholas feel the same? What about Noah? There's no telling how he even feels, if he'd even be okay with this." Naomi doesn't miss the way her voice wavers and she feels her bottom lip tremble, a fresh set of tears falling. "Lis, you know I can't fucking lose him."

"I know. I know, okay?" Analise gathers her in her arms again and she falls into it gratefully, face pressing against her shoulder. "I've never dealt with something like this, so I'm sure it's scary, right? The not knowing." Naomi feels her friend smooth down her hair, hugging her closer as she sighed out, "But I still think you need to tell them eventually. They deserve to know - especially Nick. I can't even imagine how he feels."

That makes Naomi's heart break in a whole new way, the realization of Nicholas having to deal with this on his own. Having to watch the two people he loves be together right in front of him and having to keep the way he feels hidden to keep things as normal as possible... because she knows he'd rather hurt himself by keeping them close than losing them for good. She chokes out a sob and Analise holds her closer, hands rubbing up and down her back to soothe her. 

"I can't." She rasps out after a few minutes, calming down slightly but the tears still burning her eyes. She pulls back to look at Analise, head shaking. "At least not yet. I just - I can't."

Analise stares at her, hard, lips pressing together before sighing in defeat. A weight on Naomi's shoulders lifts, knowing that her friend won't press her anymore on this. She pulls away, hands sliding from Naomi's back to her arms, rubbing them soothingly.

"God, you’re so... fucking stubborn and really annoying sometimes," Analise grumbles, but there's no malice in her voice, "but I'm also going to be here for you every step of the way. Even if I'm not happy about it."

For some reason this makes Naomi laugh, a bit wet and rough, but she feels more at ease. Her shoulders finally relax.

"Thank you." She mumbles, reaching up to wipe at her face, and she sucks in a deep breath. "I just need to think about it, okay? I know it's not fair to Nicky, I know, but I can't..." Her voice trails off, that same heavy weight against her chest returning. "I don't know how to fucking do it, so I need to weigh out my options, you know?"

"I know." Analise's voice is so soft, so gentle, and Naomi has to try and will away the remaining tears that threaten to fall. "I'm here, okay? I'm on your side. Don't forget that."

Naomi doesn't respond, instead gives her friend a tight smile before leaning back into her embrace. She sucks in another deep breath and buries her face against Analise's shoulder, letting her eyes slip shut.

How did everything get so complicated?

...

"Hey," She tries to keep her voice even, lips pressing together to suppress her smile. "What're you doing on the 17th?"

Noah caught her gaze through the screen, brows furrowing at her question. "Uh... probably practicing. Why?"

"Oh, nothing." She averts her gaze from the screen as her shoulders go up into a nonchalant shrug, the struggle to keep the smile off her face growing harder each second. "Just wanted to know if you were free and wanted to pick me up from the airport at… eight that night."

She looks back at Noah now, full lips pulled into a grin, and he blinks. Naomi can see the wheels in his head slowly turning, trying to catch up to what she just said to him. He blinks again, face scrunching in confusion before it falls to one in disbelief, eyes widening.

“What the fuck.”

Mimi laughs, letting her head fall back against the couch, and Noah says it again, louder this time.

“What the fuck.” She lifts her head to look at the screen again, seeing a wide smile spreading across his lips. “You’re not fucking with me, right? You’re serious?”

“As can be.” She hums sending him a gentle smile through the screen. “I’ve had the tickets for a while, I wanted to surprise you at the apartment but forgot how expensive Ubers are, so I kind of need you to pick me up.”

“I will. I’d never make you pay for that.” She swears his smile gets nugget, laughter slipping from him. “How long will you be here?”

“Just a week.” Her lips dip downward from the smile she once wore, sighing quietly. “I’m trying not to use too much time, but I really wanted to see you guys and be there for the album release. This is huge. I couldn’t miss it.”

She notices the twitch in his lips, the slight drop at the mention of only being there for a week, but he covers it up quickly.

"That's fine. I wouldn't even care if it were just a day," He murmurs, eyes softening. "Just as long as I get to see you."

It's crazy what he does to her, her stomach fluttering so much she truly believes there's butterflies roaming around in there. Her cheeks heat up and her frown turns back into a sheepish smile.

"Yeah?"

"Of course. I miss you."

"I miss you, too." 

"And so does Nick. Fuck, can I tell him? He's going to be so excited."

Naomi's heart drops at the mention of Nicholas' name and she has to swallow down the rush of feelings that come to her instantly.

"Yeah, you can tell him. I was gonna text him after I got off the phone with you." She says quietly, bringing her hand up to her mouth to chew at her thumb. 

Noah's lips twitch up into a smile and he hums in response, "It's going to be so nice having you here... fuck, Nick's seriously going to be so excited. He mentioned the other day that he missed you."

Oh. Her tummy does that thing again where it's flipping and turning in every which way, and she knows her cheeks are heating up. She swallows thickly, throat drying up, but she does her best to smile back at Noah.

"Did he?"

"Yeah." 

There's a short pause before Noah's changing the subject, obviously oblivious to Naomi's reactions. She nods along to whatever he says, trying to focus on her boyfriend and not the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach, her brain screaming at her every chance it could. 

She was going to have to tell them sooner rather than later.

Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the crowd around her, slight irritation bubbling inside of her. It was literally eight o'clock at night, a Wednesday night. Why the hell were there so many people? She huffs to herself as she continues to look for a familiar face, and her breath hitches once she finds Noah standing only a few feet away. He hadn't seen her yet, and she suspects he's wearing the same irritated expression that she is, eyes narrowed, and hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked through the sea of people.

Relief washes over his face when he finally spots her and her feet start moving before she even thinks about it, a smile spreading across her lips when he waves her over.

"Fucking finally." He groans out, barely giving her time to reply before he scoops her into his arms. "Felt like I was standing here forever."

She all but melts in his hold, the irritation she had been feeling just seconds before leaving her the moment Noah wrapped her up in his arms. This is what she was missing. The feeling of comfort she had so desperately been yearning for. Naomi sighs as she buries her face against his chest, fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt. She feels his lips brush against the side of her temple, and she can feel the smile spreading across his features.

"That flight felt like it was fucking forever." Naomi grumbles, the memory of the crying baby a few seats behind her filling her mind. "Didn't think I was gonna make it."

"Thank fuck you did." Noah chuckles as she pulls back but keeps her arms around him. Their eyes lock and his smile grows, leaning down to press their foreheads together. "Missed you."

"Missed you." She whispers, eyes fluttering shut. 

They stay like that for a beat before Noah's pulling back, looking around them as if he was waiting for someone else.

"Nicky should be on his way back..." Noah's voice trails off and Naomi's skin crawls at the mention of the other, stomach dropping. "Ah! There he is."

Her body turns as she follows Noah's gaze and in between the crowds of people emerges Nicholas, a wide grin stretching across his lips as their eyes meet. Her breath hitches in her throat, similar to how it had when she saw Noah, and her heart pounds against her chest. She stood still as Nicholas finally reached them, arms being thrown around her and her face pressing into his chest.

"There's our girl."

She sputters, the sound being muffled by Nicholas' shirt as he holds her closer, lips brushing against the side of her head.

Our girl.

In a perfect world that was true, she was theirs. She always had been, even when they were just friends. She feels her eyes burn. Knowing what she did now, how she felt for the both of them, what Nicholas felt... She squeezes her eyes shut and lets her arms wrap around his middle, hugging him tightly. She can hear Analise yelling at her in the back of her mind, chanting Tell them! Tell them! Tell them! but she can't. Not now, at least. Not right before the biggest day of their entire lives. 

The burning behind her eyes doesn't stop especially when she feels Noah behind her, pressing into her as his arms slip around her and Nicholas, joining the embrace. It feels so right to be wrapped up between the two of them, having just the two of them pick her up from the airport. It makes so much sense, and she lets her mind wander back to that perfect world where this is the norm. Where they meet her here and pick her up, exchanging hugs, I love you, I missed you, and then heading off their home. 

God. Naomi loves them so much that it physically hurts at this point.

Nicholas is the first to pull away, but Noah's still attached to her back, chin now resting against her shoulder.

"You're probably tired." Nicholas hums, eyes scanning over her face. She blinks away the tears, thankful none fall, but knows that he noticed the red rimming around her eyes. His brows furrow. "Everything alright?"

She nods, leaning back against Noah's chest. "Yeah. Just missed you guys."

His face softens and she feels Noah's arms squeeze around her gently.

"We missed you, too," Noah hums in response before finally untangling himself from her but leaves an arm around her shoulder. Nicholas reaches for her suitcase. "Nick’s right, you probably are tired and ready to get home.”

Home.

A lump rises into the base of her throat and she blinks away that burning feeling in her eyes, and leaned into Noah’s side, trying to relax in his embrace. She flicked her eyes towards Nicholas who was already looking at her, eyes narrowed slightly, but lips tugged into a small smile. He knew something was up with her, more than just being tired, but she knew he wouldn't press.

Naomi gives him her own smile, small but a smile nonetheless, and nuzzles herself further into Noah's side.

“I should’ve picked an earlier flight.” She says, a yawn soon following after. She was tired, and later flights always leaves her exhausted. It was about eight at night California time, so even later than the East Coast time she was used to. “I‘m exhausted.”

"Well, let’s get you home and into bed, hm?" Noah squeezed her shoulder, and she felt the brush of his lips against the side of her head, eyes fluttering shut at the comforting feeling. 

"Yeah." Her eyes open again to stare at Nicholas beside her and then tilting her head up to stare at Noah, chest aching only slightly, the burn behind her eyes slowly leaving. "Let's go home."

…

There had been a lot more people there than she had anticipated, and as she eyed the crowd from the merch table she was currently guarding, her chest swelled with pride. She had noticed the rise of Bad Omens in these last few months, their follower count growing steadily, online forums talking about them and their upcoming debut release more and more. It was almost fulfilling to see it all finally come to light, years of blood, sweat, and tears finally leading them to this very moment.

Naomi knows how hard they had worked for this - how hard Noah had worked for this. She has to swallow down her pride, willed away the burning tears at her eyes as she watched Noah work the crowd. It had to be exhilarating, she thinks, getting the crowd hyped up, hearing them sing back those very lyrics you spent hours on. She can't even imagine what Noah must be feeling right now. Not even just him, but Nicholas, Folio, and Jolly as well. They all look like they're meant to be up there. 

She’s so fucking proud.

Her focus on the stage was broken by someone coming up to the table, giving her a timid smile as they pointed to a shirt behind her. She shook herself out of her thoughts and smiled gently at them before reaching for the shirt that they had wanted. They looked young, probably around Folio’s age, and she watched as they handed over the cash for the shirt. She's going by memory now, sorting through money to give them their change and she looks up briefly at the stage. 

She freezes, the dollar bills almost slipping from her grasp. Noah had moved from the center of the stage over to the left, where Nicholas had stood, and the sight had something igniting inside Naomi – like there was a fire in the pit of her stomach. Noah moves with a purpose, slinging an arm over Nicholas' shoulder and presses into his side. This shouldn't be doing something for her, because they've always done this, but it's Noah's next move that has her breath hitching ever so slightly.

Noah's twisting Nicholas towards him, leaning forward so their foreheads can press together. She swallows thickly and watches as Noah's hand goes to move to the back of Nicholas' neck, gripping. Nicholas' eyes flutter shut in that exact moment, and she has to press her lips together in hopes for her mouth to not fucking drop open, especially when Noah presses forward again, their noses barely brushing together as he sang into the mic.

Naomi forced her gaze away from the two, heart pounding against her chest and that fiery pit in her stomach not letting up once. She tried to rid herself of those thoughts, lips straining into a smile as she finally handed the change back to the fan who wasn't even phased. They smiled warmly, and if they noticed the slight flush to her cheeks, they didn't comment on it, instead thanking her and walking off. 

She let out a breath she had been holding, eyes gazing back towards the stage and felt the relief flow through her body when she noticed that Noah was on the other side now. Thank God, she thinks, letting out another long breath before helping out another fan. She’s not sure she could handle seeing them that close again.

As their set went on, she lost count of the times her mind drifted back to Noah leaning into Nicholas' space, his hand placed on the back of the other's neck to hold him there as their foreheads pressed together. She pushed it as far back as she could while doing her job for the night, but it was always there, unmoving in a small portion of her mind. They looked good together, faces far too close to not be taken as intimate, eyes shut in almost ecstasy... Naomi shakes her head.

Girl, get a grip, she thinks.

She can't get too lost in that thought, doesn't let herself cling on to the what if? of the situation. She hadn't let herself think of the maybe, the mere possibility of Noah feeling the same for Nicholas. She doesn't have to think twice on how her boyfriend feels for her because she knows - Noah never gave her a reason to think otherwise. It's Noah's feelings for Nicholas that she's confused about. 

They grew up together. Where Nicholas went, Noah seemed to follow, even long after Naomi had come into the picture and became their friend. She thinks back to long nights spent at their apartment, staying up way too late and passing around a bottle of wine as they talked about their dreams, the future. She remembers how Noah was always staring at her, at the time not knowing the look in his eyes was filled with pure adoration. But she also remembers Noah staring at Nicholas, when he thought no one was paying attention. Not as often as he did her, but he still would. With that same look. 

She didn't know it then, but she knows it now, and her stomach turns all the same as it had with Analise a few weeks ago.  

"Holy fucking shit."

Folio's voice breaks her out of her thoughts and Naomi turns away from the box she's working on to face her friend, giving him a wide smile. 

"Dude!" She all but shouts as Folio bounds his way to the merch table, throwing her arms around him. "That was so fucking sick!"

He slips an arm around her waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You think?"

"Think?" Naomi pulls back to stare at him, giving him the most ridiculous look. "Did you not see that crowd? You fucking killed it. They all loved it!”

Folio smiles, big and full of pride, and she can't help but wrap her arms around him again, pulling him back into another hug.

"So proud of you." Naomi remembers the very beginnings of this band, and to think back to where they started up to this very moment makes her a little misty eyed. "Only up from here."

Folio's eyes roll playfully when he pulls away. "Please. The album just came out."

"And?" She laughs now, pinching his arm. "Just watch - in a few years everyone's going to know who Bad Omens are."

"...I hope so." He smiles sheepishly now, head dipping down to hide the hint of flush on his cheeks. 

"I hope so too."

Their conversation is cut short when she hears a few loud voices come closer to them, turning her head to spot the rest of the band coming their way. Her stomach drops the second she sees Noah, and she can't help but stare as both he and Nicholas make their way over to the merch table. Memories of them on stage flash through her mind and she has to look away from them, trying to shake whatever thoughts that seemed to float through her mind. She cannot be thinking about that.

But it's so hard, especially with how good they looked together. Noah's hand wrapped around the back of Nicholas' neck; Nicholas' eyes fluttering shut as Noah pressed himself closer... She physically shakes her head this time, trying to will away those thoughts as Noah comes up to her. She tries to do her best to act like a normal human being and not someone who was just thinking about her boyfriend doing God knows what with their best friend.

"So?" Noah's grin is so wide, she's sure his cheeks hurt, and she doesn't stop herself from throwing her arms around him.

"That was fucking amazing!" Naomi all but squeals. "Y'all have always been good but shit... this show was top tier."

Noah pulls away from her just enough for them to lock eyes, his grin falling to something much softer - timider. "You think so?"

She nods, standing slightly on her tiptoes to press her lips to his cheek gently. "Well duh. Of course, I do."

"You're just saying that because you like me." Noah grumbles playfully and she can't help but pinch at his side, laughing when he yelps.

"Oh, shut up." Their eyes meet again, and her gaze softens, arms slipping back around his waist. "You've worked really fucking hard for this and it showed up there tonight. I'm so proud of you."

She smiles up at Noah gently before turning to face Jolly and Nicholas who have finally joined the group, catching their gazes.

"You guys, too. I don't think I've ever been prouder of anyone in my entire life."

Nicholas blushes, face red and looks away from her, mumbling a quiet "Thank you" and busying himself with folding the rest of the shirts she had laying out. Cute, she thinks to herself before she looks at Jolly, who's waving her off.

"Oh, please. Don't go soft on me." But from the faint color on his cheeks as well, she knows he appreciated it. 

"So, what's the plan?" Folio speaks up, looking around the group. "Celebratory drinks?"

"You're not even legal yet, dude." Noah teases, resting his arm around Naomi's shoulder.

"Neither are you?" Her, Nicholas, and Jolly say in unison before breaking out in laughter, especially at the pouty face Noah gives them.

"Almost!"

"Yeah, two months." Nicholas snorts, casting both her and Noah a look before focusing back on the shirts. "But I'm down to drink."

"Me too." Jolly agrees. "Nick, Mimi - you guys get this all packed up. The rest of the crew will get everything else. Sound good?"

She meets Nicholas' eyes and nods, giving him a gentle smile before focusing back on Jolly, throwing him a thumbs up. "Sounds good to me."

"The quicker we finish, the quicker we can get out of here." Noah says happily, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before pulling away from her. "Let's get this shit done. I'm ready for a drink." 

The three of them walk over to the rest of the crew, beginning to take down their equipment, leaving her and Nicholas alone. This was the first time she had been alone with him since he had been home weeks ago, and her stomach swirls in excitement as she slips into the space next to him, folding the rest of the shirts scattered across the table.

"You did good tonight." She hummed, bumping her hip into his. 

"Yeah?" He keeps his voice low, and she steals a quick glance at him to see the sides of his mouth quirking up into a smile. She nods. "Thank you. I had fun."

"You looked like you did." The words fall from her mouth without much thought, and immediately the image of him and Noah on stage plague her mind. She clears her throat. "You guys are really getting the hang of this."

"It's gotten easier." He says with a shrug, closing up a box he had finished. "Still weird having people like... come and see us? Like. Singing our songs and shit. It's weird but nice."

"It's amazing, that's what it is." She pauses her actions to lean her hip against the table, crossing her arms over her chest. "I sound like a broken record but I just... I'm so proud of you guys. You've been busting your asses for years and it's finally paying off."

Nicholas reaches for the shirts she had folded, and her eyes watch his movements, watching as he placed them into another empty box. Most of the shirts have been tucked away nicely and the only things left are some CDs and a few vinyl variants, and a few posters she thinks. 

"Thank you for coming and helping out." Their eyes meet again, and she holds in a breath, but doesn't look away. "I was scared shitless for tonight, but it was uh, easier. Knowing you were in the crowd." He reaches up to rub at the back of his neck. "Made it easier for Noah, too."

His words pull at her heart, chest tightening. She made it easier for them. Having her there made the biggest night of their lives easier in some shape or form and she has to blink away the burning in her eyes, lips tugging into a smile.

"I'm glad I was able to make it easier."

They stare at each other for a beat longer than needed and Nicholas' eyes drop, going back to packing up their stuff. 

"Ready to haul this shit out to the van?"

She eyes the filled boxes around them, and then the things that still need to be packed up, and internally groans to herself. She wishes they had at least one more set of hands to help out, but everyone else is handling all the heavy duty that she definitely doesn't want to deal with and nods. 

"As ready as I'll ever be."

And on the back-and-forth trips she and Nicholas make from the venue to the van, she can't shake away the feeling in the back of her mind telling her that it's going to be a long night. 

…

Naomi feels warm all over.

The alcohol courses through her veins as she and Noah throw back their third shot of the night. She makes a face, her chest burning from the contents, and chases the after taste with her mixed drink. Noah laughs from beside her.

"Oh, come on! It wasn't that bad."

She groans and leans into his side, her forehead pressing against his shoulder. "You know how much I hate tequila." 

His arm wraps around her, pulling her closer, and she shivers at the feeling of his fingers dancing along her hip and up under her shirt, rubbing the skin there gently. He dips his head down to brush his lips against her cheek, another laugh escaping him. Another shiver ran through her. She's forgotten just how touchy Noah can get whenever he drinks, and after weeks of not seeing him, she's realizing just how much she's missed his hands against her.

"You're being such a baby."

"Fuck you." She jokes, pulling her head up to look at him. He's already staring at her, eyes glazed over and a dopey grin on his lips. 

"Didn't peg you as an exhibitionist, babe."

Naomi sputters at Noah's words and the grin on his lips only grows, and she shoves at his chest playfully. 

"You're terrible." She grumbles, but there's no heat behind her words, the edges of her lips tugging in a smile as her eyes roll. 

Noah laughs, loud and bright, and she lets that very smile on her lips grow. 

"But you looove me." Noah all but sings, pressing a very over dramatic kiss to her cheek. 

She laughs, half-heartedly shoving at his chest. "Hush."

He pulls back to stare at her, and she almost misses the playful glint in his gaze before his eyes drop to her lips. Her tummy flips and she found herself leaning in, wanting nothing more than to have Noah's lips against hers, but stops midway when she sees movement behind the boy. 

Nicholas slips into the spot next to Noah and Naomi can't help but stare, eyes roaming over his alcohol flushed face. Noah feels him right away, a smile stretching across his lips as he turns to look back at him. Her eyes gaze down to his hand coming to rest on Nicholas' thigh and he drops his head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.

"Hi Nicky." 

His tone was sweet and something about it made Naomi’s chest twist. She tries to not think about that right now, not with her hazy, alcohol induced mind, but she can't help but pull her bottom lip in between her teeth at the sight of Noah in between both her and Nicholas. Her mind goes back to Noah’s arm wrapped around Nicholas, against her own will, and remembers him leaning his head against the others as he sang into the microphone. She squirms in her seat.

She isn’t sure why it got her so riled up, but she quite literally couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way Nicholas’ eyes fluttered shut, fingers working along his bass as Noah pressed against him… she has to press her thighs together to try and relieve some of the heat building up inside of her.

With a shake of her head, she reaches forward to brush some of Noah's hair from his face and she doesn't miss the way Nicholas' tenses at Noah's affection, a strained smile forming on his lips.

"Hi Noah." 

"Where'd you wander off to?" Noah's words were slurred, and his eyes open now, lifting his head up to rest his chin on Nicholas' shoulder now. "I've been waiting for you to come take a shot with me, Mimi's being a wimp about it."

Naomi notices the shift in Nicholas' eyes and the way his throat bobs at the close proximity. Her hand drops from Noah's hair to his thigh, gently rubbing, and the boy reaches absentmindedly with his free hand to lace their fingers together.

"I am not." She argues and can't help but huff, eyes rolling. "He gave me tequila when he knows I fucking hate it."

"Oh, man." Nicholas laughs, eyes scrunching. "You know how she feels about tequila, dude. She can't handle it like us - she’s a baby.”

Her mouth drops open, offended.

“Hey!” But it goes ignored.

"Well, I was waiting for you! Then I couldn't find you so," Noah shrugs and lifts his head to look at her. "Mimi was my victim for the night."

"I'm here now." She notices the way Nicholas' shoulders relax, leaning into Noah. His smile isn't strained anymore. "Do you think you can handle another one?"

The mischievous grin Noah gives Nicholas is answer enough and before she realizes it, there's more shots on the table for them - tequila still, much to Naomi's dismay. Jolly joins them at some point, and so does Folio, but they both come and go as they work their way around the bar to talk to everyone. The three of them stay put in their booth, throwing back shots.

As the night goes on, her mind grows hazier and hazier with each shot she takes. She should've stopped, she knows this, especially when they stopped tasting like alcohol and more like water, but it was the only way to calm her nerves. Even in her drunk haze she was able to notice how handsy Noah was tonight.

Perhaps it was the tequila making him this way, and maybe it was because they hadn't seen each other in so long that he needed to touch her in any way that he could, but it was driving her crazy. His hand would inch higher every few minutes, fingers dipping into the exposed flesh of her thigh. Every time she'd feel his nails dig into her skin she'd squirm, pressing her thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building up. 

She moved her focus from the hand on her thigh, to try and regain some kind of normalcy in that brain of hers, and found Nicholas staring at her. Well, not exactly staring at her but... at Noah's hand on her thigh, inching upward every few seconds. His tongue darts out to swipe over his bottom lip and then his eyes flick up towards hers, widening for a second when he realized he had been caught. 

Her breath hitches and she just can't seem to look away, and neither could Nicholas, and it wasn't until another squeeze on her thigh from Noah pulled her away from those hypnotizing eyes.

"-huh?" She says dumbly, looking over at Noah. He had said something, but she didn't quite catch it, too preoccupied. Noah laughs. If he had noticed her staring at Nicholas, he didn't comment on it.

"Just said I don't think I've drank this much in... forever." He hums, head leaning on her shoulder. She relaxes and leans into him, head turning to brush her lips against the side of his head.

"Same." She groans, eyes fluttering shut. "Don't think I've ever drank so much tequila in my life. You two are evil."

She hears both Nicholas and Noah chuckle at that and she smiles, opening her eyes again to look between the two. It was nice to be there with them, reminding her of the days spent in their apartment with their cheap, shitty wine. Her stomach turns, chest squeezing at the memory, and she feels herself almost yearning for that. Back when things didn't have to make sense and she just loved being around them.

If only things could be so simple.

"Yeah, it's been a minute since I've drank this much." Nicholas says while scratching at his neck, a light flush covering his cheeks. "Think I need to slow down."

"Fuck. Same." Noah's quiet for a moment before he laughs, picking his head up to look at Nicholas. "Remember that one night? Like... two years ago?"

Nicholas raises a brow at him. "You're gonna have to be more specific there, man."

"Davis' birthday? We almost drank damn near everything by ourselves."

Naomi sees something shift in Nicholas' eyes, the redness on his cheeks becoming more and more apparent as time passes.

"Oh yeah." His voice is clipped, jaw twitching. "I remember."

Her eyes narrow between the two boys, not understanding the exchange. He seemed... she wasn't sure what he seemed like, but the only thing she could describe it as is tense. Just like he'd been for weeks. She doesn't remember the last time she'd seen Nicholas relaxed for more than an hour; doesn't even remember the last time she didn't notice the lingering sadness that floated around in his eyes. She frowns at him, and he shifts his gaze, looking back at Noah.

"That was fucking crazy." Noah slurs, then turns his head to look at Naomi. "Have I ever told you about that night?"

She shakes her head. "Nah. All I remember is that you guys were miserable the next day. Kind of glad I had to miss it for work."

"You should be glad. Davis almost killed us." Nicholas grumbled and Noah laughed beside her.

"I only remember bits from that night, if I'm being honest." He starts, and then turns his focus back on Nicholas. "Didn't I kiss you?"

"Pardon?" She feels like her eyes are about to jump right out of her fucking head, heart pounding against her chest. Noah looks at her again, head tilted. "Back track. You guys kissed?!"

"Almost." Nicholas' eyes are just as wide as hers and he's quick to answer, head shaking. "Almost kissed. I think I stopped him. Or… maybe Davis did? Actually, I think he ended up tripping and stopping himself.”

Noah's laughing again, all happy and calm as if he didn't just drop the biggest bomb in the history of ever. Naomi's heart slows down, only slightly though, because they didn't actually kiss. For some reason she finds herself being a tad bit disappointed by that. 

This is not helping her earlier thoughts one fucking bit.

"Oh yeah! I did trip, but I think Davis was going to stop us, anyways."

Naomi's eyes flick between them in silence as her mind goes into overdrive, every possible scenario running through it. Noah and Nicholas almost kissed. Touching and kissing and the sweet, sweet noises Noah would be making because she knows how much the boy loves kissing and... 

The tequila is working overtime tonight because her mouth moves before her mind can even catch up.

"Me and Nicky almost kissed once, too."

It was Noah's turn to look at her like she was crazy, brown eyes wide in surprise. Nicholas looks... terrified. All the color has drained from his face and part of her feels bad, like she should have asked him if it was okay to bring it up, but Noah had brought up their almost kiss. Why couldn't she? It's not like they actually did kiss, just like them.

Even if she wishes they had.

"When?!" Noah practically shrieks, and if it weren't for the music and other conversations going on in the bar, she's sure everyone else would've heard them. 

She shrugs. "Uh. When he tattooed me. The first time. Forever ago."

Noah's mouth parts and looks at her, and then at Nicholas, then back to her again.

"Wow..."

Her stomach swirls with nerves and she's sure he's just shocked and not

angry, especially when the way his grip has not loosened on her thigh one bit. She's more nervous about Nicholas, gazing up at him but he's already looking at her. She feels hot under his gaze, and there's something behind the look that she can't fucking read and it's driving her crazy.

"That's..." Noah starts again but stops, throat moving as he swallows, blinking between the both of them again. 

"It was forever ago. Before you guys were even a thing." Nicholas says quickly, placing a reassuring hand on Noah's thigh.

Noah just nods, dazed, and maybe it was the alcohol catching up making his reaction this way - whatever this way is - but the way he's looking at them... Naomi chews on her bottom lip, her hand finding Noah's that was still placed on her thigh. 

"Are you upset?" She questions, fear rising inside of her.

"No." He's quick with his response, turning his full attention to her. "I'm just... thinking."

"...About what?" 

"I..." Noah pauses, tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip, eyes shifting between both her and Nicholas. "I think you guys should kiss."

She freezes, the hand she had on Noah's thigh digging into the fabric of his jeans. Her eyes dart to Nicholas' and she's sure they have the same exact look on their faces - eyes blown wide, lips parted, staring at Noah like he had three fucking heads because... what the fuck? 

Naomi notices the way Nicholas shifts uncomfortably in his seat, lips pressed in a line as his eyes dart between her and Noah. She catches his gaze and holds it steadily, trying to ask him quietly what the hell do we do? without actually saying anything. His jaw twitches, and then he swallows, and tears his gaze from hers to look at Noah.

"Isn't that... weird?" He starts, voice rough. He clears his throat. "You're dating."

Noah doesn't say anything at first, his blown-out eyes staring at the two of them sitting either side of him. Naomi's eyes drop to Nicholas' hand that's still placed on Noah's thigh, and then to her own hand that's wrapped in between her boyfriend's. Her stomach swirls, heat builds up inside of her just at the very image of Noah pressed against the two of them, and she's reminded of their interaction on stage. She bites down on her bottom lip and squeezes Noah's hand, causing the boy to look at her.

"I wanna see it." Noah's words are slurred together, and she's reminded that the boy is very much drunk, as are her and Nicholas. 

"Noah, babe, I don't know-"

"Please." He cuts her off and his words are desperate, voice edging on a whine as he stares at her with wide eyes. "It's okay. I... I wanna see it."

Both her and Nicholas share a look across Noah, and she's sure they're both filled with uncertainty, but she can't help but want to do it so badly. Especially now that Noah is asking for it - practically begging. He wants them to kiss. He wants to see it. Why? She's not sure, but God does she want it. 

And with the way Nicholas is staring at her, it's safe to assume he wants it too.

"Okay." She says slowly, peeling her eyes away from Nicholas to look at her boyfriend. "As long as you're okay with it... and Nicky is, too."

Noah looks at Nicholas expectantly and she sees the older male swallow, eyes bouncing between the two of them before he nods slowly.

"Yeah." He clears his throat. "Yeah, I'm okay with it."

Great. Cool. Fantastic.

She swallows the lump in her throat, anxiety climbing its way through her as the two of them shift around to get into a much more comfortable position. Noah stays between them, watching with eager eyes, and Naomi doesn't dare take her hand away from his, his touch keeping her grounded.

What the fuck is happening? He has to realize how crazy this is, right? He's just drunk. He would never let this happen if he was sober, thinking more clearly. Though, her mind drifts to the saying of drunk words being your sober thoughts, and her body heats up just at the mere thought of Noah thinking about this before. 

She sucks in a shaky breath as Nicholas leans towards her, his forehead pressing against her own. Noah's hand squeezes hers, his thumb sliding against her skin reassuringly, but the nerves in her stomach won't quit. 

Her eyes flutter shut the second their lips meet, and she can't stop the gasp that seems to leave her. His lips were soft, not as soft as Noah's, but much softer than she ever expected. They both don't move at first, just sit there with their lips pressed together, until she feels Noah's hands squeeze hers again. She moves first, lips dragging across Nicholas' and she physically shakes at the noise he makes, a groan from deep inside his chest. He reaches up with a shaky hand to cup the side of her face and she wraps her free hand around his wrist, keeping it there as their lips move together.

Naomi swears her heart is about to burst out of her chest when she pulls away from Nicholas. Silence surrounds them as their eyes open and her breath catches in her throat, lips still buzzing from the kiss, and she so desperately wants to lean back in. She doesn't though, instead her tongue darts out to swipe across her bottom lip and her entire body heats up as Nicholas' eyes follows it, before dragging his eyes back up her face.

"My turn." Noah's voice pulled Naomi's gaze away from Nicholas, looking into her boyfriend's wide, brown eyes. He looked just about as dazed as she felt, his skin flushed pink from the alcohol and possibly something else. He purses his lips into a pout. "Please?"

She smiles easily, her hand that was resting against his thigh coming up to cup the side of his face. Noah melts into the touch instantly, turning his head to nose at the palm of her hand. "Of course, baby."

They fall into each other naturally, Naomi's lips finding home against Noah's. It felt right - like it always had. Even in her drunken state it still felt as if this was where she was supposed to be, and with Nicholas being so close, her heart nearly jumped its way out of her chest at just how perfect everything felt. Like he was always meant to be there, with them. 

Noah's kisses are desperate, a bit sloppy, something that tends to happen when he drinks, and Naomi's hand falls from his cheek to the back of his neck, fingers working through his hair. She tugs gently, a silent way of telling him to relax, breathe, and the whimper he lets out against her lips goes straight to her core.

Fuck.

They pull a part and Noah already looks wrecked, lips red, shiny, and swollen. His flushed face even darker now, eyes dilated like crazy. He looks like she could tell him to do anything, and he’d do it, simply only to please her. She smiles sweetly at him, gently scratching at his scalp and leaning back in to press a kiss to the side of his mouth.

"Was that good enough for you?" She teases in a gentle voice when she pulls back.

Noah nods but doesn't say a word, staring at her for a moment before he glances off to the side. Nicholas sits beside them quietly, patiently, but with the same blown-out, flustered gaze Noah has. She's sure she looks similar to them, a slight twinge of color to her cheeks, eyes wild. She swallows.

"Nicky," Noah hums from beside her, shifting his body towards Nicholas'. Her hand falls from his hair and back to his thigh. "Can I kiss you too?"

He says it so gently, with so much care, that Naomi's heart clenches beneath her chest. Noah looks back at her for a moment, eyes wide now with a bit of fear, silently asking permission and she nods. Of course, she does, because why would she ever deny him of this? She sees it now, sees what Analise had been trying to tell her just mere weeks ago. 

If these boys haven't noticed it yet, they will soon.

She looks at Nicholas now, seeing the hesitancy behind his eyes and she gives him a nod as well. She watches his throat bob as he swallows before his gaze lands on Noah's again, giving him a timid smile.

"Is that what you want?"

Noah nods, a little too enthusiastically that Naomi has to hold back a laugh. "Yes. I want it." 

Another glance is shared between Naomi and Nicholas and the older boy nods to himself, as if preparing for what's about to happen. 

"Okay."

At first no one moves, and Naomi watches the two boys expectantly as they stare at each other. Noah's gaze falls to Nicholas' lips and his tongue darts out to swipe over his own before a whine pulls itself from his chest and he's reaching out, fingers curling around Nicholas' shirt to bring him closer. Nicholas lets him do it, eyes shutting as their lips finally meet and Naomi freezes. She doesn't move, doesn't even fucking breathe, but watches both boys kiss in front of her.

Noah whines against Nicholas' lips, desperate and borderline pitiful, and Naomi's thighs press together. The noise travels straight to her core and her fingers dip into Noah's thigh, her grip tightening. She watches carefully as Nicholas brings a hand up to Noah's cheek, cupping his cheek like had done hers moments ago while the younger trying to deepen the kiss. Their lips slide together messily, hungry for more, and the only thing she can think of right now is how good they look together and how she desperately wants to be between them.

She has to push the thought of her lips sliding across Noah's, Nicholas behind her and his lips attached to her neck, so far to the back of her mind or else... she's not sure what she would do. But whatever it is she can't do it, especially here. In a very public place. Her heart rate picks up just at the thought of someone catching them and almost as if they could feel her distress, the two boys finally part.

Nicholas looks at her first, eyes darting between her and Noah. She swallows at the sight of his hand still placed against Noah's cheek, thumb brushing against his skin.

"Happy?"

Noah nods in his hold, dazed, and at a loss for words. Nicholas smiles, small, but soft, and it's the smile she knows that he's saved for only them, and the quick pace of her heart slows down for just a moment. This feels right. The thought doesn't scare her as much.

Noah finally looks at her, hooded eyes and a dazed smile settling on his lips, and she can't help but reach forward, pushing some hair out of his face and tucking it loosely behind his ear. He turns his head slightly, pressing another kiss against the base of his palm and her heart squeezes beneath her chest. She feels Nicholas' eyes on her, and she turns to look at him.

Two things happened at that moment. 

She notices the exact moment of realization flash through Nicholas' eyes when they finally meet hers, and she watches them widen. She's not sure what exactly he's realizing, because she thinks he's known about his own feelings for some time now, but perhaps... Perhaps he's realizing that he's not the only one in this. That he’s not alone.

She can only hope, though.

The soft realization is soon overtaken by another, eyes widening even more, and her skin runs cold. The softness is gone and now replaced by fear, and his face drains from any color. His hand drops from Noah's cheek and scoots away from him, trying to put some distance between the three of them. 

He's panicking. 

"Nicky..." She starts, sobering up quickly. 

"I'm okay." He sounds anything but and pushes himself up and out of the booth. "I'm okay. I just - I need air."

Noah stirs beside her, and he scoots closer to the edge of the booth, trying to reach out for Nicholas. "Where are you going?"

Nicholas looks down at him, and then her, and his expression is pained, like he's battling with himself internally. Naomi's heart drops.

"I'll be back, okay?" He rushes out, giving Noah a quick and very strained smile. "I just. Need air. It's hot. I'm drunk. Not a good mix."

And then he's gone, pushing his way through the crowd to get as far away from them as he could. Naomi feels like she could cry, the moment sobering her up too fucking much because the moment was finally catching up to her.

What the fuck did they do?

"Is he okay?" Noah's voice breaks her out of her thoughts, and she blinks away the tears she hadn't realized were building up, looking towards her boyfriend.

"Yeah." She says, but she feels like it’s a lie, and reaches forward to smooth some of his hair back. "Just needed some air. He'll be back."

That seems to be enough for Noah, his shoulders dropping in relief and a satisfied smile stretches across his lips. Naomi tries to smile back, but she knows it doesn't reach her eyes and she leans forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

"Let's get some water, yeah? I don't think we need any more shots."

He agrees easily, letting her drag him through the crowd to try and find some water, and they eventually bump into Jolly and Folio on the way. She tries to act normal, even when Jolly asks where Nicholas ran off to, but he seems to be satisfied when she tells him that he just went outside for a breather, he'll be back. No one questioned it again, even when they didn't see him for the rest of the night.