#we r having a jolly good time

[cathymee]

tumblr had to shut me up omg #censorship

[kaliforniahigh]

I need a haters to lovers oneshot or fic please 🫠Let it end with smut😈🖤

Hi, anon! Thank you so much for your request and sorry it took me a while to get to it. I decided to do something different with this one. Hope you enjoy it! (Glen Powell and the movie Twisters has been in my head lately). You didn't specify who you wanted it with, so I went with Noah!

I'm sorry people from Oklahoma if this is innacurate. You can hit me up to talk about tornadoes anytime. I actually love the subject!

Warning: angst, tornadoes, destruction, storms, allusions to PTSD, insomnia, enemies to lovers, smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!). If I missed anything, let me know!

WC: 3.8k

Requests are closed for now.

A few months ago, Jolly, a good friends of yours, called you with a proposition. You obviously know of his band, you have even gone to a few concerts in the past, but only hung out with them once or twice due to your conflicting schedules. You worked as a vocal coach with a few artists, but your area of expertise was rock and metal.

Growing up in a family obssessed with rock music only fueled your desire to work with music. You never got around to having your own band, but you were glad to work with people who inspired you so much.

Jolly told you over the phone that Noah, the lead vocalist, needed a vocal coach with him on tour. They just got back from a long break and even though Noah always took care of his voice, he didn't want anything going wrong. You were on a break yourself, but since you've been meaning to update some things in your house, you figured working for them this time wouldn't hurt. You knew Jolly well and he always spoke highly of his bandmates.

Now, sitting opposite from Noah on the restaurant table, surrounded by the band and crew, you questioned if he wasn't good with new people or if he had an especific problem with you.

Things weren't so bad at the beginning, but as he spend more time with you, he became closed off, giving you short responses and sometimes not even acknowledging you. You thought maybe he was nervous to go back on stage and travelling always takes a tool on you.

But now, as one month has passed by, you figured the problem was you. Mainly because he didn't act like this around other people, you observed how he behaved with everyone else, cracking jokes and laughing, getting into the usual tour shenanigans with the boys.

It was the middle of May and you were now venturing into the Midwest. The first stop was Oklahoma, and you had just arrived a few hours ago, when everyone decided to go out for dinner.

You chatted with everyone around you, except for Noah and he chatted with everyone around him except for you.

"Someone will have to hit up a convenience store tomorrow. I want some good snacks in the green room" Nick pointed out.

"I can go. I've been meaning to buy a pack of White Claw to restock the mini fridge on the tour bus", Noah volunteered himself.

"Sorry, man, but you have a shit taste in snacks. Y/N can go with you 'cause she know what we like, you just stick to your White Claw", Nick retorted, everyone around laughing and agreeing.

"And I don't know what you guys like?", Noah got a little defensive.

"Of course you do, I just don't trust you to pick what we actually like", Jolly pointed out.

Noah huffed a bit and you could tell he was annoyed. You didn't say anything, running to the convenience store wouldn't take more than 20 minutes. You'd live.

The next day, the weather was beautiful and warm, so you chose to wear some shorts and a light t-shirt, sticking your shades on the collar, you made your way out of the hotel room to have breakfast.

Noah sent you a short text the night before, after everyone had already gone back to their hotel rooms, saying you would leave for the grocery store around 3pm, since they had some things to figure out for the show that night. You just sent an "ok" back.

You knew you could put more effort into the interactions with him, but the fear of rejection gnawed at you. Having tried before and only receiving a hum or a nod of his head. You decided you weren't going to try again.

You always tried to explore the cities you visited as much as you could, so having the morning free today had you walking around the streets of Oklahoma City. You wish you had enough time to visit the Zoo and museums, but settled for the stores and collecting souvenirs. Your fridge at home has a variety of magnets from different cities and countries you've visited.

As you walked, the sun was shining high in the sky, you noticed the clouds passing by rapidly, but felt absolutely no wind blowing. You thought nothing of it, you were actually glad there was no wind blowing your hair all over the place.

You chose a cute little restaurant for lunch, ordering meat and some vegetables on the side. You tried not to think about the trip to the convenience store with Noah later, enjoying your meal instead.

Arriving back at the hotel, you went up to your room to take a shower and change clothes. Checking the clock every few minutes, you started to get anxious when 3:05pm hit and he still hasn't texted you.

When 3:15pm rolled around and there were no signs still, you decided to be the first one to text. You didn't want to wait if he decided not to go anymore.

You: You're late.

The short text was obvious enough. You saw the bubbles appear on your screen.

Noah: Your Uber is coming, princess.

You would dwell on the term of endearment if he didn't use it sarcastically.

You: Just hurry.

Noah: Wow, you got a lot of shit to do today?

You didn't, you just wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. You didn't bother replying. You only waited for a few more minutes before your phone dinged with a new text message.

Noah: Your Uber has arrived at your location. Hurry.

Rolling your eyes, you got up from the bed, swiped the card to lock your door and made your way to the elevator. He was parked outside with a less than pleased look on his face.

You tried to open the car door but it was still locked. Feeling childish, Noah left you waiting for a few seconds before unlocking the car. Yeah, this would go well.

"You could've been waiting outside already", he complained.

"It would've saved us glorious three minutes, wow", you said as he started to drive on the streets.

Truth is, Noah found it very entertaining arguing with you. At first, you wouldn't respond to his snarky remarks, but he cracked your shell and now you responded him with the same tone of annoyance in your voice.

You noticed that the sky was turning a slightly darker color in the distance. It was nearing 4pm and summer showers weren't uncommon at this time of the year. You wanted to point it out to Noah, but decided to stay quiet for your own sake.

The drive was short and you guessed he picked the gas station closest to the hotel. The bell chimed above your head as you made your way to the snacks isle, Noah making his way to the refrigerators to pick his beverage.

The convenience store was quiet, there were only a couple of other customers there and you could hear the sound of the television mounted on the wall, close to the cash register.

You grabbed everything you knew the boys liked and something for yourself as well, your arms were full of deliciously unhealthy snacks as you deemed to have picked enough already.

You met Noah at the cash register, the sound of the local news station on the television catching your attention as well as Noah's.

"If you're in the Oklahoma City area, specifically in this area", he pointed to the big map behind him, at an area highlighted in red "you need to take cover right now, the National Weather Service has emitted a tornado warning and this storm is moving fast"

You looked past Noah, who was beside you, to the glass doors of the store, the sky was now completely dark, it almost looked like nighttime outside. Suddently sirens went off outside, scaring you and almost making you jump out of your bones.

You grabbed your phone, pulling up Google Maps on your screen and comparing to the map being shown on the televison. You and Noah were dead center on the area the tornado was most likely to hit.

The other customers congregated behind you, paying attention to what was being said. You heard Noah's voice beside you.

"What do you do in these situations?", he asked the cashier. You could tell he was starting to get nervous. Your hands were already shaking.

"Whenever there's a tornado warning, we hide in the walk-in freezer. Here, I'll show y'all the way, we can stay there until the sirens stop blaring", he made his way around the counter, leading you, Noah and the rest to the back of the store.

"Does this happen often?", you asked.

"It happens every year, sometimes it's just an EF1 or a really strong storm", this made you calm down a little as he opened the door to the freezer.

Everyone took cover inside, the sirens outside making you a little restless. No one said anything, the only thing heard in the enclosed space were the heavy breaths leaving everyone's lungs.

A few minutes later, you heard things falling on the roof, as if it was raining, the store cashier opened the door a little and what you saw outside was a sight forever engrained in your mind. A giant vortex spinning so fast your eyes couldn't even keep up. Debri flying everywhere as you realized that's what it's hitting the roof. For a second, you couldn't look away, mesmerized and terrified of the sight in front of you. It was in the distance still, but you could tell it was fast approaching.

Noah calling out to you was what took you out of your stupor, you turned around to face him, as the door was closed again.

"There is a tornado coming, there is a giant tornado right outside of this store", you started to freak out, hands shaking and tears springing to your eyes.

You had no time to cry though, because there was a noise outside that reminded you of a train running on full speed, and it was coming towards you. The floor started to shake and the noise became even more defeaning.

You crouched down on the floor as pieces of the ice on the walls started to fall on your head. You felt a presence behind you and someone telling you to lay down on the floor. You could make out Noah's voice through the cacophony of noises. People were screaming now.

Noah laid down on top of you, shielding your body from the things falling off the shelves, as you covered your ears. The floor beneath you shaking, and you felt as if the whole store was going to take flight. You felt Noah's hand on top of yours on your head, moving your hands to grasp his, you tried to ground yourself in the feeling of his warm and sweaty palms.

It felt like as soon as it came, it was gone. You felt like hours have gone by, but it must have a been a minute or even less. The aftermath was complete silence, no one could find the words to explain what everyone has just gone through.

You were still holding Noah's hands when he murmured in your ear "Hey, we gotta try to get up, ok?", you only nodded, feeling his weight lift from on top of you. You felt exposed and vulnerable all over again.

Finding some strenght in your legs, you kneeled on the floor before getting up on your two feet. The door was jammed, but with a little effort from everyone, you were able to pry it open. The shelves were tilted, some have fallen on the floor, scattering products everywhere. You tried to step around it.

The scene outside was devastating, there were debris everywhere, the cars parked outside were tossed in the air and now laid sideways or completely upside down. The glass door was shattered. You stood still in the middle of the store, Noah bumping onto your back due to your abrupt stop.

You couldn't help the tears falling from your eyes, thinking about the ones who weren't as fortunate.

"Hey, c'mon, we gotta find a way to get out of here", he put his hand on the small of your back, guiding you outside. Neither of you had service, but there were cars driving around offering a ride to wherever people needed to go.

You zoned out while Noah talked to a local and soon you were riding a car back to the hotel. You thought about the boys and if they were safe. Even though the hotel was close to the convenience store, the man driving the car - you thought you heard his name was Alex, but you weren't sure - told you the tornado missed that part of town completely.

You felt better about that piece of information. He parked the car outside and there were people swarming the hotel entrance and soon you noticed your friends standing a little to the left. They spotted Noah quickly and you saw their eyes searching for you, a look of relief washing over their features when they noticed the two of you were fine.

They all hugged you, but you excused yourself, saying you were going up to your hotel room to take a shower and lay down, before they could bombard you with questions. Noah stayed behind to talk to them.

"I think it goes without saying that the show was cancelled tonight", Nicholas informed Noah, who nodded in acknowledgment. He didn't know what to say in this moment. He got up today just like any other day, he went about his bussiness as per usual. He was trying to find a way to wrap his head around how everything changed in mere minutes.

Nicholas noticed he was out of it and suggested he also take a shower and rest a little, since they didn't know when they were leaving town.

During his shower, he thought about the way you felt so scared underneath him, as the whole store shook. He thought you were both going to die, and the last words he had said to you were less than ideal.

It was dark outside now as he laid on the bed, trying to sleep off the day. Everytime he closed his eyes, it felt like he was back at the convenience store. He sworn he could hear the noises all over again. After an hour or so of trying to fall asleep, he gave up, got up from the bed to put a t-shirt on over his bare torso and made his way out the door.

He found himself in front of your door, contemplating knocking. He wondered if you were able to sleep or if you were restless just like him. Either way, he needed to talk to you. So he rapped his knuckles a couple of times and waited, as he heard the padding of your feet on the other side.

You opened the door just a little, peering outside and looking at him with a rather confused expression.

"Hey, were you sleeping?", he asked.

"Not really", your eyes were tired, but you weren't able to find sleep, just like him. Opening the door completely now, you motioned for him to come inside.

He sat on the end of your bed and you sat beside him.

"What's up?", you asked him. Not really knowing what to say. Your time together consisted of snarky remarks coming from both of you and the occasional cold shoulder. You felt a little out of place.

"I don't know. I couldn't sleep and I thought that talking to the person who lived everything with me would make me feel a little better", he was picking on his nails, not looking at you. "It was stupid, really. I'll just leave you to it", he was starting to get up from the bed, when you put a hand on his thigh to stop him.

"It's not stupid, you can stay. I don't think I'll actually fall asleep tonight. Maybe we can watch a movie or something?", you suggested. It was clear neither one of you wanted to be alone right now.

"Yeah, ok, we can watch a movie", he agreed. You made your way up the bed, resting your back on the pillows propped on the headboard and he he followed you, doing the same. You grabbed the remote and started to flip through the channels on the televison, settling on an action movie that was probably from the 2000s.

Silence enveloped the room, and for the first time, you felt comfort in his presence, instead of aggravation and annoyance. You decided to let the silence reign. An hour of the movie went by and you weren't even close to feeling sleepy.

"Noah?", you called his name, your voice wasn't too low or too loud, but the perfect volume for the situation. He hummed, telling you he was listening. "Can I ask you a question?", you looked at him and he looked back at you.

"Yes, you can", he wondered what you could possibly ask him, but after your near-death experience, you decided you didn't want to leave rocks unturned with him. So the words that fell from your lips suprised you and also him.

"Why do you hate me so much?", you studied his features for any reaction. The only thing you noticed was his eyebrows lifting up on his forehead.

"You think I hate you?", he countered.

"I don't have a reason not to. Now answer my question, please?", you were getting your answers tonight, even if he didn't like it.

You heard a chuckle of disbelief fall from his lips. "Hate is not what I feel for you"

"Well, then what is it? 'Cause I feel like hate would be the correct emotion"

"February 25th, 2022", was all he said back, If you weren't confused before, this did it for you. "Do you remember this day?"

You didn't like the way he kept asking questions insted of answering you. "I don't think I do", you told him, honestly.

"It was the day The Death of Peace of Mind released and we had a party at the house to celebrate. Jolly invited you. Remember now?", the day was coming back to you slowly.

"I remember, but I was wasted, I don't remember much of what happened", you shrugged your shoulders. You stopped drinking since then anyways, so you didn't dwell on it.

"Of course you don't", he snickered under his breath.

"Can you stop with the cryptic messages? Just tell me what you want already", you were starting to get frustrated, voice raising a little bit.

"You kissed me that day", he deadpanned. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, not really knowing what to say. This information was new to you. You felt like you would remember if you kissed Noah Sebastian. "I feel stupid because I've been hung up on the fact that you don't even remember it happened"

"You can't hate me because of that for the rest of your life", you observed.

"I don't hate you, I already told you that. I hate the fact that you don't remember, that you didn't text me the day after. I hate that the kiss didn't mess with your head like it did with mine", he had a slight agitation in his voice.

"I'm sorry that I don't remember. But I was probably pretty drunk already by the time it happened"

He seemed to ignore it, as he kept going. "All I've been able to think about since the day you joined us on tour is how I want to grab you by the neck and kiss you. Kiss you thoroughly, so you won't ever forget this time"

His admission hung in the air between you. He didn't have to think about that any longer, because when you looked in his eyes and saw them clouded with lust, you were the one tangling your fingers on the back of his head and crashing your lips with his.

The kiss was fervent, both of you fighting for dominance, him being able to overpower you easily.

You laid down on the bed and he settled on top of you. You felt his weight on you for the second time today, but this time around you felt safe and actually content.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this", he whispered as he moved to your neck, kissing and biting to his heart's content. You sighed out loud at the feeling, clawing at his back, telling him you wanted his t-shirt off.

He sat on his knees, removing the fabric from his body, your fingers reaching for him in an instant, feeling his abdomen under your palms. He kissed you again, only separating to take your own shirt off. You were wearing nothing underneath and he groaned at the discovery.

Reaching for your breasts, he reveled in the feeling of them in his hand, before he put his mouth on one of them. You couldn't hold back your noises anymore, and he didn't want you to. You weren't in a hurry, but you wanted to feel him in you and you needed it now.

Grabbing his head and prompting him to move upwards, his eyes level with yours.

"Take my pants off and fuck me, please", as soon as you said this, a switch flipped inside if him, and in seconds, you were both rid of your pants and underwear.

He positioned himself on top of you and you felt him pressing on your entrance.

"I swear you won't forget it this time", he said as he thusted inside of you in one motion. Your mouth hung open as he set a fast pace from the get go. You both needed this.

"I don't want to forget it", you whispered on his lips.

"Touch yourself. Fuck, I don't think I'll last", he said in strained voice as your fingers started a circular motion on your clit.

He could feel you squeezing around him and he could tell you were as close as him. Shortly after, you were letting out moans in rapid succesion, body convulsing on the bed, your heels digging on his back. He let himself go right after you, feeling the warm sensation on your walls.

The both of you just laid there, catching your breaths for a second. He separated from you so he could look you in the eyes.

"I don't want to fight with you anymore. Today was scary and I thought I was gonna lose you for good. I didn't want our last exchange to be some bitter words", you agreed with him, caressing his face and moving the hair out of his eyes.

"We don't have to fight anymore, we can just do this instead", you grinned and he grinned with you.

He laid down beside you and enveloped you in his arms. Right now, you felt the calmest since everthing happened. No noise in your ears but his gentle breathing. The images in your mind replaced with Noah's face as he looked at you so fondly. Sleep didn't take long to pull the both of you under.

[veephoenix]

IKIGAI — ADDITIONAL CHAPTER

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Lia Parker

Summary: Lia tells Noah she had sex for the first time, and the news doesn't sit right with him. She doesn't feel very thrilled about it either.

Word count: 2.7k | Reading time: 10mins aprox | SERIES MASTERPOST ✨

Tags & trigger warnings: best friends to lovers trope, lia has a boyfriend, talks about sex, about lia's first time, disappointment, lia being infatuated with noah, mentions of noah having had sexual encounters before but still being a virgin, sexual innuendos, noah feeling jealous and confused.

This chapter takes place between chapter 13 and chapter 14 of Ikigai (part one of The Inevitability of Love at Second Sight Series). Lia and Noah are 21/22.

The moment his phone started ringing and the screen lit up with Lia’s name, Noah paused mid-typing, slipped off his headphones, and answered. Her hurried voice hit his ears before he could say anything.

“Noah, are you home? Is anyone else there?”

Noah frowned, taken aback by her urgency. 

“Hello to you, too, Gremlin. Yeah, I’m home. Why?”

“Are the boys around? Jolly, Jesse?”

“No, I’m alone. What’s up?”

“Good. I’m coming over.”

Noah’s eyebrows shot up. The way she spoke—it almost sounded like she was asking for permission to come back to her own home. 

“Lia, what’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you when I get there.”

Lia disconected the call. Noah remained frozen in place, still perched on his studio chair, staring at his iPhone as if expecting the screen to offer some explanation. 

It didn’t. 

This was Lia’s house, too. They’d been living together since she’d turned eighteen, so why was she acting like a stranger? She hadn’t been home last night, though. She’d gone out with friends, said she’d stay over at Emery’s. Now it was barely eleven in the morning, and this call felt... strange. Something was off, and the knot of unease tightening in Noah’s stomach told him whatever it was, he wouldn’t like it.

Twenty minutes later, the front door burst open. Lia stormed in, her backpack slung over one shoulder, her hair tied in a very messy bun, her face set in agitation—not fear, not hurt, just stress. As soon as her eyes landed on Noah, standing in sweats and a t-shirt in the middle of the living room, her expression shifted to disappointment.

He raised his arms, wordlessly asking what the hell is happening? She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she dropped her bag and rushed to him, wrapping her arms around his chest with a sigh, melting against him as though she’d been holding her breath for hours.

“Lia, are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

It took her a moment before she spoke. 

“I slept with Leon last night.”

Noah’s blood ran cold. He pulled back, grabbing her shoulders, but she clung to his shirt, refusing to let go.

“Lia,” he said, his voice strained. “You...” His head shook. He blinked rapidly. “You had your first time with Leon?”

She nodded, avoiding his eyes now.

His mind reeled, thoguhts scrambling in every direction. 

“Lia—We said we’d do it together. That we’d have our first time at the same time.”

Lia sighed, already anticipating his reaction. It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about it, too—their weird, half-serious pact, made when they were younger, with all the naivety and awkwardness of two people trying to make sense of their feelings. But now, standing here, it felt like a relic of something neither of them could hold onto. How could that have ever worked, anyway?

She took one step back to look him in the eyes, trying to be practical.

“Noah, how did you think that would go? You in one room with some random chick and me on the other side of the wall?”

“No, but—” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing. He hadn’t been expecting his quiet Sunday morning to turn into this; whatever this was. “Fuck, Lia.”

It hurt. It hurt a lot. But why? Was it just because she’d had sex? Because she did it before him? Or because she’d done it with someone who wasn’t him?

Lia sighed again and walked to the open kitchen, reaching for the kettle. She hadn’t eaten breakfast and was starving. The subtle ache between her legs didn’t help her mood, either. She reached for the kettle, filling it with water. Behind her, she could hear Noah collapse onto the couch.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, fingers drumming on the counter as she waited for the water to boil.

Noah stared blankly ahead, his thoughts a mess. The idea that Lia wasn’t a virgin anymore—it didn’t sit right. It felt like a puzzle piece has been shoved into the wrong place, forced, stuck forever. His jealousy, or whatever it was, mixed with confusion. But then, an uneasy thought surfaced, shifting everything inside him. 

He stood up abruplty, the sudden clarity jolting him.

“Shit. Lia, did he hurt you?”

She whipped around, startled by the sudden sharpness in his voice, kettle in hand, steam rising.  

“No,” she said flatly. “He didn’t hurt me.”

Noah studied her face, unsure if he believed her. Whether or not she was telling the truth, one thing was certain—he would have never let that happen. He would’ve made sure she felt safe, cared for. Even if they were both inexperienced, they would’ve figured it out together. They always trusted each other like that, in ways that seemed to run deeper than words.

“Then what?” he asked, his voice softer now but still loaded with confusion. “Why do you look like this?”

She turned back to the kettle, her movements robotic, avoiding his gaze. 

“He just... finished, and that was it.” she said, pouring the water into a mug, her tone hollow. “I’m not hurt. I’m disappointed. I didn’t know it would be like that. I thought it’d be more... exciting. There was some thrill at first, but then it just... faded into nothing. And...” She bit her lips, her cheeks flushed a little. She was glad Noah couldn’t see. “I didn’t come,” she added quietly.

Noah stood frozen a few feet away, his mind scrambling to process what she was saying.

“He didn’t notice. Or maybe he didn’t care.” Her voice cracked with frustration. “He just thought it was over.”

Before he could react, she crossed the room, collapsing against him again, her forehead resting against his chest. Her arms hung limp at her sides.

“Oh, God. Noah, it was so disappointing,” she said. “You wouldn’t let a girl feel like that, would you?”

Noah stiffened. He wasn’t sure how to answer.

“I know you wouldn’t,” Lia murmured softly, her voice thick with a mix of frustration and resignation.

“Lia, I...” Noah began, but the words faltered. He had no idea what to say. He wasn’t much more experienced than she was. Sure, he’d gone down on a few girls, fumbled with his fingers and his mouth. Some cheeky girls had touched him, but that was it.

“You don’t have to be experienced for that,” she interrupted, looking up at him with a spark of hope in her big brown eyes. Noah felt a familiar weight press against his chest. Lia had always seen something in him, something pure, as if he were some kind of angel or hero, when in reality, he was full of flaws, just like anyone else. If she was so infatuated with him because of how he treated her, she should know by now—that kind of treatment was reserved for her.

“You just need to be considerate,” she continued. “You are considerate.”

“Lia,” he said, his voice firm as he gently grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back again, creating a bit of distance. She frowned at his authoritative tone.

“Promise me,” she blurted, before he could say more.

“Promise you what?”

“That you’ll be considerate. That you’ll make her come—whoever she is. Any girl. Every time. Always.”

“Jesus Christ, Lia,” Noah groaned, turning away and heading back to the couch, rubbing his forehead in frustration. 

Lia trailed after him, relentless as she picked up her cup of tea and sat next to him on the couch, close enough that their legs touched.

“You can’t just ask me that,” he muttered, snatching the cup from her without asking and taking a sip. The hot liquid burned his tongue, but he didn’t care.

“Why not?” she pressed. “It’s advice. It’ll be good for you.”

“Maybe I don’t need advice,” he snapped, a bit sharper than he intended.

Lia raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. 

“Your ego is showing, Sebastian.”

Noah rolled his eyes and handed back the cup. 

“It’s not about ego. I’m just saying maybe it’ll go fine without us having to talk about it like this.”

Lia sighed, slumping slightly against the cushions, conceding the point, though she wasn’t fully convinced.

“Maybe,” she mumbled, her voice quieter.

She hadn’t expected him to feel uncomfortable discussing this—especially with her. But his attitude suggested otherwise. She bit her lip, a twinge of regret flickering across her face.

“I just needed to talk to you,” she said a bit ashamed, and the tenderness in her voice caught him off guard.

Without thinking, he placed a hand on her knee, squeezing lightly through the fabric of her black leggings. His head lolled back against the sofa, eyes locking on hers. Once again, it hit him—how beautiful she had always been. As a kid, she’d been cute and full of energy. Now, as an adult, she was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

“I know,” he said, voice low. “I know.”

“I just got worried. I don’t want other girls to go through that disappointment. I know, sometimes, it’s part of the experience, of growing up, learning, but...” She hesitated, searching for the right words. “I don’t want it to happen when they’re with you. You can’t be a disappointment, Noah.”

“You’re setting the bar really high, Lia. I don’t know if I’ll ever reach it.”

“You’d never let me leave the room like that, would you?”

Noah let out a heavy huff, shaking his head.

“Lia, I’ve already warned you. Don’t make this weird, please.” 

“It’s only a question. You can just answer it. Or don’t. I know the answer. You wouldn’t leave me unfinished.”

He gave her an exasperated look, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“You’re so much trouble, Lia Parker.”

"I’m not, I promise. I’m just a girl asking for equality,” she replied, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “But if you have your doubts, I could give you more... detailed advice, if you want.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“All right, your loss,” she concluded, raising a hand in mock surrender.

Noah couldn’t help but laugh, rolling his eyes. He gave her knee a light pat. 

“You’re so dramatic. You know that?”

“I’m not. I’m just... unsatisfied,” she admitted, shaking her head at the memory of how disappointment last night had been. “I need release,” she uttered before she could stop herself. 

His eyes widened as he processed her words. She wasn’t playing around—this wasn’t some offhand joke or a ploy to shock him. She was genuinely frustrated, still reeling from the lack of fulfillment the night before. For a brief moment, a flood of inappropriate thoughts ran through his mind—ways he could help her, ways he could get involved. But he quickly pushed them aside.

“I’m breaking up with him,” she declared, her voice decisive as she lifted the cup of tea to her lips and taking a slow sip. “I don’t care if he thinks I just wanted him for sex. I definitely don’t want him for sex after that.”

Noah could have told her it was only her first time, that things could get better with practice. She could talk to Leon, communicate, learn together like couples were supposed to. They’d only been together for a few months, after all. But deep down, Noah felt a sense of relief. He didn’t want to give her advice on how to fix things with her boyfriend. He was content with her decision, and he wasn’t going to argue with it.

It might’ve been selfish, but single Lia meant more of her at home, more of her for him. Leon could learn how to get a woman to orgasm with someone else.

“Can we spend the day watching movies and eating junk food?” Lia asked, her big puppy-dog eyes making it impossible to say no. She was the queen of that look, and she knew exactly how to use it on him.

Of course they could. He would never deny her anything. But where was the fun in giving in so easily? He leaned back, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips.

“Didn’t you say you needed... release? Don’t you wanna go to your bedroom first?”

“Oh, Noah!” she gasped, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder, her laughter tangling with his. “You’ll never know when I’m doing it. I’m very quiet.”

She was, indeed. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t strained his ears a few times, hoping to catch something from her bedroom at night.

“Really? So, when you get wet, you don’t go full Gremlin mode?”

“I swear, Sebastian, if you don’t shut up, I’m spilling this tea all over you.”

“I’m already hot enough, thanks.”

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“You’re pushing it.”

“Says the one who barged in talking about sex and orgasms.”

“Ugh, you might be right, but—”

“I am right.”

“All right, fine.” She paused, then leveled him with a serious look. “You have to promise me, though, that you’ll think about them—not just yourself—when it happens.”

“Ooookay.” He lifted his pinky finger toward her, the smirk still lingering. “I promise.”

She laced her pinky with his, sealing the deal. 

“Happy now?” He asked. 

“Not really. It’s still weird thinking about you with other girls, but yeah, better than I was thirty minutes ago.”

Noah narrowed his eyes, studying her face, trying to read her thoughts. There was something unspoken between them, an invisible thread that always seemed to pull tighter the closer they got. 

He let out a breath, feeling the subtle shift between them. It wasn’t the tension that was there earlier; it was something softer, more familiar. With Lia, things never stayed too heavy for long. It was one of the things he loved about her—things could be strange, awkward, but they never broke.

Lia settled next to him, nudging her shoulder against his as Noah turned on the TV. He suggested they play some video games instead of watching a movie, and she agreed, completely unaware of the storm brewing in his mind. Inappropriate images flashed through his thoughts—images of them together, naked, her soft commands in his ear as he obeyed, eager to make her feel as good as she deserved. He wondered what it would be like if she said the words, if she let him, if they crossed that line. How much would he give to her? Everything, if she asked.

Not long after that day, Noah lost his virginity. It was with a girl he’d met at a friend’s house—a black-haired girl who had sparked some fleeting interest in him. He hadn’t thought much of the girl at first, but when they started dancing together, he felt… attraction. 

The night they had sex, they had all been out at a club, Noah, Lia, Matt, Jolly, and their usual group of friends. 

Lia had seen them on the dancefloor—caught a glimpse of the girl kissing Noah’s neck, her lips lingering too long. Something twisted inside her, an unwelcome feeling she didn’t quite understand. She told herself to get a grip and finished her beer in one quick gulp. When Noah and his new girlfriend passed by her on their way out, Lia winked at him, already tipsy, her face flushed from the alcohol.

Noah hesitated. He wanted to stay, to make sure Lia got home safely like he always did, but the girl tugged on his arm, pulling him away. He found himself torn between the pull of his present and the weight of his responsibility to Lia. But for the first time, he didn’t stay.

Later that night, with the black-haired girl in his bed, all Noah could think of was Lia. He tried to focus, to be in the moment, but her presence was a ghost in the room. Every girl after that night would carry the same haunting thread—because every time he had sex, Lia was there. Her promise, her words, lingered in his mind.

He had sworn to her that he’d be considerate, that he’d make every girl feel special, and he did. But what Lia didn’t know was that every girl he touched, every one he pleased, was just a stand-in. No matter whose legs he was between, no matter who whispered his name, his thoughts always circled back to her. Lia was always in his head. The promise he’d made to her—it was her name, her face, her pleasure, that guided every move.

And that secret was one he’d carry with him, long after the girls were gone.

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[denaliwrites]

f i c m a s t e r l i s t

p o l i c i e s (please read before making requests!)

b a d s a m a r i t a n The Best of You, Honey, Belongs to Me Blackthorn Cover Myself in the Ashes of You Dumb Ways To Die Enough of You to Dull the Pain (18+) Hellbent Looking For A Godsend Hit Me With Your Best Shot I Got This Feeling On A Summer Day (18+) I'm Gooey in the Middle Baby Let Me Bake In His Eyes A Flaming Glow Intrigued and Afraid Keep You Like An Oath (18+) Killing Me Softly My Baby Shot Me Down (18+) Not Much Between Despair and Ecstasy (18+) Only Touch That Gets Me Melting (18+) Run Rabbit Run (18+) Say My Name Send a Thousand Kings Away Shia Surprise Something Good to Celebrate Stop, Look and Listen, It's Halloween! Taste of a Poison Paradise Trust in Me, Just in Me With Your Scars and Your Lonely Heart Your Body's a Secret Girl and You're About to Spill It (18+)

t h e b o y s Watch That Butcher Burn

b r o a d c h u r c h Always Leave Me With a Hungry Heart Am I Doing This Right? An Art to Life's Distractions Beating Like A Kick Drum Girls Like Girls Like Boys Do It's Been a Long, Long Time Love's Perfect Ache Now and Again We Try to Just Stay Alive Regale You With A Gourd-geous Tale Say You'll Remember Me Say You'll Remember Me (Denali's Version) Tell Me It's A Nightmare What My Heart Was Worth

d o c t o r w h o Cuddle, Meet Puddle Cute Things Don't Blink (Part 1) Don't Turn Your Back (Part 2) Don't Look Away (Part 3) Dreams See Us Through (Part 4) Hate the Feeling of Falling Have a Holly Jolly Christmas Horrible Things Isn't That Wizard It's How I'm Made Let Me Come Home Little Creepy House Love Letters On the Brave Shit The Origin of (Love Bug) Species What Beautiful Things I'll Wear When the Crypt Doors Creak You Know That I Would Jump Too

d u c k t a l e s Tales of Daring

g o o d o m e n s All I Want For Christmas Aziraphale's Favorite Author Dance on a Tightrope of Weird Free as My Hair His Love is All in Me How the Wine Plays Tricks on My Tongue Lockdown Blues Making Biscuits My Heart's a Stereo Naked in That Garden (18+) Out There Making DuckTales Pickin' Up the Pieces of the Mess You Made Road to Hell Something Meaty For The Main Course Step Too Far Tongue Tied Your Love is Holy (18+)

f a l l o f t h e h o u s e o f u s h e r Tomorrow I Shall Be Fetterless (18+)

f r i g h t n i g h t Emptiness to Melody Everybody Scream in Our Town of Halloween Fixed Up to the Nines Howl Like an Animal in the Darkness I'm So Hot I'd Fuck Myself (18+) I'm Starvin', Darlin', Let Me Put My Lips to Somethin' Late Night Devil Put Your Hands On Me (18+) Make Me Glow Night of Long Fangs (18+) Parade of Dancing Skeletons Talk So Pretty (18+) Who Are You Supposed To Be, Criss Angel? (18+)

h a u n t i n g o f b l y m a n o r ???

j u r a s s i c p a r k / w o r l d Best Behavior The Future Ex Mrs. Malcolm

p r o d i g a l s o n But Then My Stupid Phone Beeps Never Fallen From Quite This High Office Supplies Rude Boy They are the Hunters, We are the Foxes Trigger Happy With a Sense of Poise (18+)

s l o w h o r s e s Imposing Figure Inappropriate

[marscantread7]

I want you to know that the fact that you're here, unashamedly sharing your lads thoughts and ideas, is so important.

Seriously, I had dropped a draft because of the backlash I would receive from the fandom, and now I'm eyeing it again.

We can't have a perfectly good Lemurian and ignore the potential of his biology just because puritanians are popping up everywhere.

@ladsfandom you want to know what else is popping up? That knot to make sure they don't drift apart in the middle of the sea!!

Lemurian men getting pregnant by sucking up one of your eggs mid heat!! I'm tired of staying silent.

Replying to the first half-

Tysm😭🙏🏾 I'm so glad that I'm helping inspire u to express ur thoughts on the lads boys too. I'm literally js here for a good time and to js get my thoughts off my chest through writing. I js love writing so much, and I love when people express their adoration for my writing. I'm not gonna sit back and let people bully me into silence over fictional characters who don't know any of us??? Like srsly, if they don't like it, they can block me, and if they think they're above blocking me, then I can js block them myself tf??? This is my safe space, and nb is gonna come ruin that bc they think they can run an entire fandom tf??? Like I'm having fun. I'm being jolly and whimsical and silly and dumb. I'm thinking outside the box, and if people don't like that, then like... I truly dgaf😭⁉️ but I'm js so happy that me fighting back is allowing u to go back and look at ur own works. Like, there's always gonna be smb on ur dick, but truly they're irrelevant man. U post what u want. They're fictional people, two of whom r based off mythical creatures. There's gonna be some crazy hcs surrounding them.

Now replying to the second half-

Ngl man... knotting js so u guys can stay together and not drift apart is like... lowkey kinda cute. U ate w/ that one ngl. Like, js holding onto e/o, maybe taking a lil nap as u drift around... yeah... need that idk.

Also! I haven't dabbled into pregnancy of any kind in my own fics, but I'm an mpreg lover and Rafayel carrying UR baby from the egg U produced, bc he didn't want u to go through the burden of carrying the baby... yeah.... and they say romance is dead... PREGNANT RAFAYEL FOR THE WIN‼️‼️‼️ur literally so real for this, thank u for sharing w/ the class😛😛😛

[prettyboypistol]

New Racer! || King Candy x M!Reader

King Candy x Reader (Part 2)

King Candy x Reader (Part 3) Spicy, not r-18

King Candy x Reader (Part 4) nsfw

King Candy x Reader (Part 5)

King Candy x Reader (Part 6) nsfw

King Candy x Reader (Part 7) pg-13

King Candy/Turbo x Reader (Part 8) nsfw

King Candy x Reader (Part 9)

You were a hidden character of Sugar Rush’s completion character rewards- as soon as all race courses were cleared in 1st place with Va- King Candy 10 times, you would unlock as a character. As you were created and spawned in, you saw the arcade-goers fawn over your appearance, about how “cute” you were. You looked to your new racemates, only to see that they were… considerably shorter than you. You looked to your left, and there it was- a licorice and dark chocolate motorbike that was meant for you. You didn’t know what your name was, but the screen called you “Lolly Licorice”- it didn’t sound quite right per se- but you shrugged and accepted it. It was only a screen name, anyway.

Tragically, you only got to race once, coming in 3rd, before the arcade closed for the night. You felt a little joy in the fact that the players talked excitedly about coming back just to play your new course- Chocolate Falls-with you!

“Well, well! Look what we have here!” A higher voice exclaimed as you suddenly felt a vigorous handshake on your right hand. “Hoo-hoo! I’ve never seen you around before, perhaps you’re an unlock-only?”

The man who greeted you was fairly short, balding with grey whisps on the side of his head, a golden crown, and dressed fit for royalty. 

“Uh- sorry, who are you?”

“Who am I? Well, that’s certainly a new way to treat your king!” The man laughed. “You must be my jester, if your outfit doesn’t deceive! Perfect! I’ve only had Sour Bill to entertain me for what, 15 years?”

“Oh wow, I'm not the best at joke telling though.” you manage to blurt out in-between your new king’s rambles.

“Nonsense! Just jingle around and have a good time!”

So, you followed King Candy back to his castle, confused but a tad excited at the prospect of truly living. It’s as if you were born for this- but you were just sleeping for a very very long time! Although, you could have sworn that a “King Candy” wasn’t familiar to you. Must be some old code that your developers forgot to delete.

"Here's your room, sugarlump!" King Candy announced as he brought you to a guest bedroom. It was overwhelmingly... pink. Eugh. Compared to your black licorice and dark chocolate racing suit and general aesthetic, this was hardly the proper place for you.

"Wow uh- thanks a lot, sire." You nod, still grateful for a place to stay nonetheless.

"Now, feel free to come visit me and bring a laugh! This old king needs a jolly little- well, I suppose you're far from little- oh! A big laugh once in a while!"

You laugh nervously as King Candy bids you goodnight. You shut the door and look at yourself in the mirror... You looked... well, you certainly looked! At least your avatar's gender matched your own. You eventually made your way to the vanity, filled with various sugary makeups... was that even sanitary? Your spongecake bed with chocolate fondant sheets were hardly different though. It was Sugar Rush, maybe things just stayed fresh and non-sticky?

[p4nishers]

vimes realizing he's in love with vetinari. now that. hmm. listen. how long it took for him to ACTUALLY fall in love with sybil? oh he liked her, he loved her SO much, but he wasn't IN love with her till jingo. he just thought he was in love. (that doesn't mean he loved her any less or that their love is any less, it means he didn't know her, didn't really have the time for her till he made it so. till he wanted it. really, truly wanted it.) but what would it take for vimes to realizes he's in love with vetinari? well, to be honest with you, not one damn fucking thing. like vetinari's is quite literally the thing he's the MOST stubborn about. he only starts to begrudgingly like him in fucking THUD! that's the SEVENTH book in the watch series. like my man is NOT here to play about his feelings (or, what he'd like to think, the lack thereof) for vetinari. so, what would it TAKE??

another attempt on vetinari's life? this time a SERIOUS one? or vetinari ACTIVELY saving someone sam loves? like young sam? would that. would that ever happen and how would vimes feel about it?? or would it be bc of some kind of jealousy?? or or or OR WHAT

like this is driving me insane i cant fucking figure it out bc there's no universe for me where sam vimes isn't freakishly in love with his boss but how the actual FUCK does that happen and how do i get it thru his thick skull that it's happening??? HOW

what if they like go on ambassador shit together like idk to lancre (bc this is me we're talking abt what did u expect of COURSE imma bring the old women into this) (listen. yes vetinari wouldn't ever go bc why tf would he that's why he has fucking ambassadors and VIMES but. just give me this one thing please and thank you) and sybil outright refuses to go bc sam i have Things to Take Care Of and and you can jolly well run along and do your job and and and. right. yup. go on (she wants them to spent time together for fuck's sake what will it TAKE for them to stop this bloody silly dance already she is so so so tired of toxic yaoi. give her a break) and so they go and sam is perpetually angry bc his Emotional Support Wife basically kicked him out of the house and now he has to endure this bloody fucking trip with his boss who he has Feelings that he would rather not think about and vetinari keeps bloody smiling and being bloody cheerful and bloody handsome in the sunlight and– nope. Not Gonna Go There.

so anyway they arrive whatever it's fine but obviously there was some misunderstanding some (willful) spelling error on vetinari's part and turns out everyone thinks the patriarch and his HUSBAND came to the princess's wedding which is. fine. totally and utterly fine. everyone is suupper normal about it. especially since esme is marrying A Girl. wild, right? so you can imagine how vimes is feeling. how many walls has he punched? who knows we can never know (none bc vetinari Raised His Eyebrows and he had to settle for kicking a few trees and almost rolling down the mountain. Gracefully, of course).

obviously there's the There Was Only One Bed trope. obviously there's victorian woman having gay thoughts for the first time yearning (repressed). of course there's the beast (repressed. for now). of course there's a moonlight conversation which inevitably leads to the Slight Softening of Sam Vimes's Heart and the next day which turns out to be Sam Vimes's Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day. it's the evening before the wedding. a party. with nobs. and idiotic clothes and vetinari and stares and nosy witches and vetinari and awkward conversations and vetinari and vetinari asking (ordering) him to dance and oh shit oh fuck oh what the bloody shit is this why is the bastard SO GOOD+??!!??! does he practice has he practiced will he practice and want a partner– no. no. No. NOO not happening vimes is perfectly sane and Will Not Fucking GO THERE!!!

anyway of course shit happens. of course it ends with vimes and vetinari trudging thru the forest, drenched in rain and mud and fuck knows what else and both of them have fuck all idea about mountains and vimes is fucking Pissed bc his lordship shouldn't be here i dont need his lordship here this is bloody fucking daft. sir. and he gets nothing but that infuriating fucking smile in return and a "ah, but your grace, i am simply enjoying a brisk walk. i wasn't aware that was crime" and he's fucking COVERED in mud and his clothes are sticking to him and vimes had never actually seen him WET before and there's mud on his CHEEK and his hair is mussed and. vimes walks into a tree. gets tangled up in a few tree branches, perhaps. trips and falls flat on his ass, even. vetinari laughs at him in that way of his where he's not laughing but you can tell, deep down, he IS. and vimes is still pissed. and suddenly vetinari is helping him up and looking at him from up close with that expression of his that suggests he has inside jokes with himself and he. kisses him.

what the FUCK, right? well. surprise element and all that. vimes' first instinct obviously is to fucking fight him. then he's like. oh wait oh what the fuck. THEN he's like. vetinari is actually a good kisser and im gonna fucking faint. Actually. then vetinari pulls away and goes on business as usual like not a thing happened. if vimes wasn't so fucking dazed and tingling throughout his whole body he'd bash his skull in but well. he just stumbles after him and tries to not have a heart attack.

unfortunately he doesn't have time to think about it bc fucking CENTAURS attack them. yeah. it's not a pretty fight. by the time they get back to the castle vimes is angry and tired and his whole body feels like a bruise and he's STILL fucking thinking about that kiss but he's so tired he actively cannot fucking speak so instead of punching vetinari's perfect fucking face like he planned to he falls headfirst into their bed and goes the fuck to sleep. of course when he wakes up the bed is empty next to him and he remembers last nights events and he just looks and looks and looks at vetinari's side of the bed and has this horrible sick feeling like Uh Oh. i would do anything to see how he looks like asleep. how he looks like minutes after he wakes up. the weight of his body. vimes has the weird thought that he's actually JEALOUS of a fucking bed for feeling vetinari's weight and has to go walk around the castle 5 times. while in his drawers. it's...he could've been more diplomatic about it, is all.

so he spends the whole day in this out of body shock and avoids the fuck out of vetinari and instead goes to do literally anything he can. he talks to shawn. he talks to hodgesargh. he talks to the princess about love and freaks the absolute fuck out. he tears out every root in the entire back garden in a burst of mania. he walks up and down the mountains. he eventually ends up talking to nanny and she implements her bottomless wisdom on him ('fine lad you got there, your graciousness, wanna share 'im? oh, come on i'm just having laugh no need to be like that. you wanna lock it down, if you ask me, that whole fruit basket is RIPE wink wink') which makes him reevaluate his entire life and walk up and down more fucking mountains.

this leads him. nowhere. he hasn't figured out SHIT. he doesn't even know WHAT he's supposed to be figuring out but it sure as shit something and he has this insistent urge to see vetinari but also he WILL punch a wall if he sees him with his entire Unaffected Self so he goes and roams the halls of the castle and he's going room from room searching for something he doesn't even know about until he comes across quiet voices talking and he looks inside and it's bloody fucking vetinari comforting esme's fiancee, nina, and he just. watches. he never knew vetinari could be so gentle. and it's bc he doesn't have to pretend with nina. she doesn't know who he is just that he saw her struggling with some sewing and he helped and they got to talking and she opened up about her fears for being a queen someday and he was just SO kind. and as sam watches this he quietly, quietly realizes that he's in love. and it doesn't hurt him, not like he thought it would. maybe it will, eventually, but this, seeing vetinari like this, doesn't hurt. it can't.

he walks away before he can be seen (though, no doubt, vetinari already sensed him) and just. goes and has a cigarette and tries very hard not to make a big deal out of it. but it is a big deal. and he cant tell anyone.

so its the night of the wedding, ceremony blah blah blah its all a blur until vetinari intertwines their fingers as they walk down the aisle as guests of honor and vimes' whole world narrows down to that one point of contact until vetinari drops it again as they sit down and blah blah blah its the reception the brides are flushed and dancing and happy and happy and vimes is watching them and thinking of his own wedding and also vetinari vetinari vetinari and then of course vetinari stands next to him and he's more scared than he's ever been in his life and vetinari takes his hand again and it is So Over for vimes. they fucking hold hands while saying nothing and it kills vimes but also it's the most alive he's ever felt and maybe there wont ever be more than this but if he has this he'll be fine. and he is. and they are. the end.

so what i'm saying with this is. maybe vimes just needs a few quiet moments where he can see glimpses of vetinari he hadn't let himself see before and also he needs to be hit over the head with feelings otherwise it wont work. vetinari NEEDS to make the first move bc our dear duke will never. ever ever. he doesn't even let himself THINK he wants it he won't do it unless vetinari Plagues him with the Images.

[pumpkinsy0]

can't get papercut celebrating the holidays out of my head because of you so can we get more hc's of curly celebrating with the curtis fam + gang?

I LOVE GETTING JOLLY IN THE MIDDLE OF JUNE!!!

•im starting this off by saying when pony invited curly over, curly IMMEDIATELY went “ion wanna hang w ya weird ass friends🤨”

•curlys having an ugly sweater of w SOMEONE and it HAS to be dally or soda, i can feel it in my bones, they go all out for it too

•they can fight all they want, soda is rlly good t making hot cocoa and curlys great at topping it off w whip cream, marshmallows and that whole shebang

•YES, im mentioning those haitian fanals again because theu look COOL, and SO pretty, they WILL make them

•i was watching aqua teen hunger force and there was this christmas scene and this one character went “unwrap it up u lil creep” and thats TOTALLY darry w curly when theyre opening gifts

•curly is just actively pulling pony under the mistletoe and EVERYONE hates that bs, cause at some point its not even just kissing, y r u making out in the doorway my nigga, MOVE

•johnnys the one taking pics of everyone, wether they suspect it or not, he likes the memories

•idk if u goys know what im talking about specifically when it comes to cold christmas’, but thats the kind of christmas vibes pony and curly r bringin to the function

•two bit prolly had darry make a fruit cake and darry KNEW nobody was gonna like it bc he actually had it before, and he tried telling everyone he wasnt doing that bc but they kept peatering, he made it, and what do u know when time came to eat it, that shit was ass

•soda prolly made colorful mac and cheese and mashed potatoes and everyone but curly was used to it so curly thought these mfs were CRAZY, bc “WHY is my mac and cheese neon red, nigga fix this shit right now🙎🏿‍♂️”

•the ONLY movie pony puts on that curly can actually sit through is the nightmare before christmas

•johnny loves decorating the gingerbreads but earlier curly WAS tasked w helping to decorate em to help but he drew a dick on some of em so that stopped as quickly as it started

•steve was just chillin honestly, wasnt much he could do

•all the pics johnny took r now in a lil scrapbook :D

[aurorafables]

From the Grey, Chapter 13.

Hi everyone! So here is a little spicy chapter to start the week well ;) Enjoy!

“Nick, look at me for a bit, please,” he begged softly, and his voice sent shivers through me. I slowly opened my eyes and blinked at him. He was so close…he leaned over me, his breath fluttering my eyelashes and his lips parted slightly. Those beautiful lips…

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Nicholas Ruffilo

Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Angst, Past character death, Suicidal thoughts

Tags: M/M, M/F, Slow burn, Childhood friends, Friends to lovers, Family drama, Band fic, Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, P in v sex, Hand Jobs

Word Count: 4.7k

Cross-posted: AO3

13.

At the airport I was greeted by a huge crowd a few days before Christmas. I got into a taxi, but when we put my things in the trunk, I was a little unsure. A large and a small suitcase and a backpack. I've been preparing for weeks, but what if something goes wrong and the atmosphere between us becomes unpleasant? I wonder what Noah will say when he sees me with the packages? He moved in with me twelve years ago with roughly half of this amount of stuff. I tried to push these thoughts into the background and deal with something else instead. When I took my place in the back of the car, I took out my phone and wrote Jolly a message:

I'm already at the airport in LA. You didn't tell him anything, did you?

I didn't. We discussed that this would be a surprise ;) - he answered almost immediately. Call me when you're here and I'll let you in.

I was excited as we crossed half the city. I don't know if it was a good idea to come here unannounced, but it would have been unnecessary to think about it. I got out in front of the two-story, white house, and after the air-conditioned taxi, I was almost slapped in the face by the warm December weather of Los Angeles. I quickly put my hair in a messy bun and unzipped my jacket. The driver unloaded my bags on the sidewalk and after I tipped him, he wished me a nice day and drove off. I rang Jolly's number, and after two minutes he ran down the stone steps to let me in. He was better prepared for the heat, wearing only a T-shirt with thinner sweatpants.

"Hello, Nick," he grinned and pulled me into a quick hug as soon as I entered the gate. “Long time no see.”

“You almost missed me, didn't you?” I asked, laughing.

"Almost, yes," he replied with a little mischief in his brown eyes. “But the one who missed you even more is inside.”

Jolly grabbed the largest suitcase from my hands and carried it up the stairs while I struggled with the backpack and the smaller bag. We packed everything into the living room, then Jolly nodded towards the door of a further room.

“Noah is in the studio. Jesse went shopping with his girlfriend, Orie is probably sleeping. He worked all night,” he outlined, and that explained why I hadn't met the others.

“Thank you for your help,” I told him gratefully.

"It's okay, you know I love you," he grinned, then turned his back and started towards the stairs leading to the bedrooms. “I'm going to go for a run, but I'll be back for dinner. Until then, settle here, with us.”

I nodded, then waited until he disappeared down the stairs. After that I took a deep breath and headed for the studio door. I don't even know what I was afraid of. Maybe from having a guest like in a hotel? Or because maybe he won't be happy for me? Jolly would have told about the first one, and about the second... Noah has been trying to talk with me in the past few weeks, and I've always been a bit dismissive of him. Not too much, but he must have sensed that I couldn't deal with his attempts to approach me. We slipped back to the level of when he was still together with Karin, and we drifted apart. I hoped that I could still make things right, because I absolutely did not want to push him away from me. I knocked on the door and when nothing happened I opened it cautiously. Harper, Orie's dog, was laying on the couch, but when she saw me, she excitedly raised her head and climbed down to come to me with her tail wagging. I took her smart head in both hands and caressed her thoroughly. Then I heard Noah's voice. He was sitting at the computer humming a tune softly with headphones on. He was lost in his little world, he didn't even notice I was there. His hair was already long enough to be tied in a small bun on the top of his head, and the late afternoon sunlight shining through the window dyed his locks reddish. Wearing comfortable clothes, he pulled one long leg up on the chair, leaned forward and rested his chin on his knee as he continued to hum so high that his voice trailed off a bit. I laughed to myself and heard him chuckle to himself. I no longer understood what I was afraid of. He was exactly the Noah I knew like the back of my hand. I stepped behind him and hugged him carefully, as much as I could because of the back of the chair. Noah froze for a moment, then took off his headphones and turned his head to the side. In the light I could see his freckles, the tiny birthmark under his eye as he slowly smiled, and I felt my heart fill with love. 

“Hello,” I told him softly and didn't let him go. I inhaled his scent deeply and brushed one hand over his tattooed arm.

"Hello," he said, and buried his head in my chest. “Is this a dream now? Did I work too long in the studio and fall asleep? Could it be that I actually fell on the keyboard and completely passed out?” he mumbled the questions into my T-shirt. I laughed and he laughed with me. I was wrong when I thought that we had drifted apart again, because it was so easy to find him again, as if the last few months had only been a few days. I think it was just a small step that I had to take, since I asked for time, and now that we're over it, everything will be a lot easier. At least that's what I hoped. I didn't make plans in advance about when I would sit down to talk with him. I didn't even know exactly how to bring up the topic. But none of that mattered, because as we hugged each other, I was sure we were going to make it. I wanted nothing more than to be near him.

“How do you get here?” he asked as I let go of him and stepped back a bit.

“Danni got bored of my company.”  I answered jokingly.

“Did she say that?” 

“No. But she hinted that she was going to a party and wanted to bring someone home,” I said.

“So… you boycotted her dates?” Noah raised his eyebrows, then got up from the chair and stretched out. I forgot my look on his stomach for a moment when his shirt was riled up, so I turned to Harper instead and knelt down on the floor next to her so I could give her a big hug too.

“I would never do that,” I mumbled, turning to the dog, while scratching the base of her ear. “Maybe I'm a little judgmental of the men who get close to my sister, but that's it. I trust she can decide what is good for her.”

“So, you're here because you have nowhere to go?” Noah asked further.

I rolled my eyes, then looked up at him.

“You know I have a place to go, as well as why I am actually here.”

Noah looked at me thoughtfully, and if I was being honest with myself, I understood. I wouldn't have been able to articulate it exactly either. But I was sure of one thing. I'm not going to walk on eggshells or deny that I missed him. 

“I want to spend some time with you before the tour starts.”

Noah smiled, seeming to like that answer much more. 

“That's good news. I'm writing a song and I need your help. Will you pick up one of the guitars?” he gestured towards the corner, where three guitars were lined up. Noah sat back in the chair, but I could see that he was watching me petting the dog with a faint smile from the corner of his eye.

I sighed dramatically and looked into Harper's big brown eyes.

“Can you imagine that, Harper? I only arrived five minutes ago and I already have to work.”

We spent nearly two hours in the studio, and even though I was tired, it didn't seem like more than half an hour. Jolly came to tell us about eight in the evening, dinner arrived, and only then did I realize that I was very hungry. Noah saved the projects, while I followed Jolly and my nose to the kitchen, where the hamburgers were already waiting. I was just stuffing a couple of fries into my mouth when Orie and Jesse walked down the stairs.

“So where has Noah been hiding you so far?” Orie asked, after a quick hug. “Jolly said you've been here since the afternoon.”

“He hid me in the same place as your dog. We were in the studio,” I answered, greeting Jesse as well.

“It's good to see you again,” Jesse patted my shoulder and sat down at the counter with a burger on his plate.

Noah led Harper out of the studio and the dog immediately ran into the kitchen when she heard her master's voice. Noah joined us and leaned against the counter next to me as he packed his plate. 

“How long are you staying, Nick?" Orie asked from the bar stool, and in the meantime I saw him handing a small piece of meat to Harper, who was waiting next to him with her tail wagging. “Will you still be here when we get back?”

He and Jolly wanted to leave the next day, and wouldn't be back until after Christmas.

“Um... I don't know. We didn't actually discuss how long I'd be staying,” I said sideways, towards Noah, with a large glass of Coke in my hand.

“Do you want to go home to your parents for Christmas?” he asked me. And here we come to the tricky part... Noah has spent many holidays alone in recent years. Too many times. I was usually with my girlfriend or family, Jolly also went home to Sweden to his parents, and Orie and Jesse usually spent Christmas with their loved ones. Noah always assured us that it was perfectly fine with him, the holiday just didn't mean anything to him, but somehow every single time a piece of my heart stayed with him, unable to accept that I would leave him alone on the holiday of love.

"I'd like to stay, if that's not a problem," I admitted, turning to Noah. Now that Maya is gone and I've been able to spend a lot of time at home with the family, I didn't see anything stopping me from staying with my best friend for at least a week.

Noah flashed his smile at me again, and that alone made it worth it for me to be there with him. As we continued to talk and eat, his arm kept touching mine, and there was a moment when I wondered if the others might notice that something had changed. I looked around and saw that no one was paying much attention to us, and of course realized that there was no change between us. We've always been like people who have grown together, now I'm the only one who feels the whole situation is different. Because the way his skin touched mine, causing minor discharges beneath the surface, existed only in my head. 

After we finished dinner and put the dishes in the sink, Jolly, Noah, and I decided to play some video games.

“Are you sleepy?” Noah asked after a while, when my reaction time slowed down so much that the enemy cut off before I could even fire a single bullet at them.

“I could fall asleep,” I answered with a yawn. I put the controller down on the coffee table and held out my arm. We were sitting on the carpet in front of the couch, Harper between us, and except for the TV screen, only a small LED light was on.

“It's almost 11 and I have to leave early in the morning,” Jolly got up from the ground. “I won't be back until two weeks later, so I'll say goodbye.”

I stood up as well, and Jolly pulled me into a reserved but affectionate hug of his own.

"I'm glad you came," he told me, then hugged Noah too. “Take care of yourselves. Not to set the house on fire and stuff like that!” he added jokingly, then headed upstairs to the bathroom.

The two of us stayed in the living room as a sweetly sleeping Harper. We looked at each other, Noah was waiting with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, and I nervously stroked my arm. 

“I'd like to smoke a cigarette before we go up. Will you go out with me?” I asked him.

“Of course,” he answered.

We didn't talk much as we stood outside on the dark terrace. It was all like the calm before the storm that surrounded me, and it was as threatening as it was exciting and expectant. Noah was leaning against the wall with his hands still in his pockets, his head tilted slightly to the side. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I paced up and down, looking at the dark garden. When I smoked a cigarette, we started without saying a word.

“Is it okay if you sleep in my room? There will be more room tomorrow…,” he asked while picking up my bag.

“That is perfectly fine for me,” I answered him honestly as we started up the stairs with the luggages. "Not that it's that unusual," I added. Noah turned back for a moment and smiled faintly.

“Then I don't think it's a problem to have only one bed. I didn't expect you to come,” he said when I closed the door to his room behind us.

“Somehow we'll fit.”

I tried to be optimistic, but inside I panicked a little. I couldn't even imagine that I would be so close to him for a long time, if even the way our bare arms touched in the kitchen turned me on a little.

We unpacked our things, and first I went to shower because I definitely wanted to wash off the dust from the road, then Noah. At the end, we brushed our teeth together, smiling at each other in the mirror with white foamy mouths. 

I was already in bed on the pillow covered in the newly clean sheets under the extra blanket when Noah appeared with a bottle of water and began undressing in the orange neon light. I tried to focus on the article I was reading on my phone, but I realized I was reading the same sentence for the third time as I glared at Noah over the frames of my glasses. He stood half with his back to me and first he got out of his socks, then he got rid of his t-shirt, his sweatshirt and his underwear. I've seen him without clothes countless times and I couldn't understand how his tattoos and muscles could be more prominent now, and why I went crazy when he bent down and his vertebrae were visible from under his skin as he pulled a pair of comfortable boxers over his perfect butt. I swallowed hard and tried to focus on my phone, but it was all just a distraction. Only then could I breathe a little when he hid under the covers. At least I thought everything would be easier from there, but I couldn't have been more wrong. The natural scent of Noah's skin mixed with the shower gel, and if I could smell it faintly in his bed, when he was next to me, it was all that much stronger. Stronger and more seductive. 

Noah turned on the small reading light, pulled out a psychology book from his nightstand drawer, and began to read. Everything was the same as before, and yet so different. He pulled his legs up and his knees fell to the side, right on top of my thigh that was sticking out from under the covers. I inhaled and waited. My heart rate went up in about three seconds, although there was nothing unusual about it. He was just making himself comfortable, he had been doing this all the time. I also tried to continue reading, and it worked for a few minutes. I managed to convince myself that we were in our old bed, I just got home from the tattoo studio, and Noah from band rehearsal. But then he moved his legs again and his knees slowly slid up my thighs, burrowing under my covers. I didn't dare to move, although I don't know what I was afraid of. Maybe it's because it's procrastinating? Or by noticing what all this brings out of me? But I sure was glad to be somewhat covered up because my cock came to life as soon as his bare skin touched me. The whole thing was hell and heaven at the same time. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him bite his lip, and I was so distracted by it that I didn't even notice that one of his hands slipped under the covers and ran his palm over my thigh. I don't even know how I managed to suppress the small sound of surprise, or rather a whimper, that tried to escape from my throat. His fingers were already tracing my curve at the junction of my groin and thigh, and were getting closer and closer to my erection. I squeezed my eyes shut, and slowly and silently lowered my head back onto the pillow. Noah's hot hand disappeared from my leg, but I started to panic a little, because the next moment I felt him carefully take off my glasses. I probably failed. Probably now comes the part when he tells me in utter embarrassment and regret that I misunderstood the whole situation...

“Nick, look at me for a bit, please,” he begged softly, and his voice sent shivers through me. I slowly opened my eyes and blinked at him. He was so close…he leaned over me, his breath fluttering my eyelashes and his lips parted slightly. Those beautiful lips… Without thinking, I slid my fingers into his hair and pulled his head down to kiss him by the nape of his neck. Before he completely closes off from me, I need to feel him a little. When his lips touched mine and not long after our tongues met in his mouth, I was sure we wouldn't be able to be just friends again. We can't undo it, and I won't be able to forget that feeling, that taste in this life. We tasted each other as impatiently and excitedly as two teenagers, with the difference that we were both more experienced. Noah moaned into my mouth as I pulled him closer by the waist with my other hand that wasn't massaging his scalp. Our first kiss was completely devoid of careful groping, perhaps because we knew each other well enough. Or because we've wanted it for a long time. And then I began to hope that maybe he didn't see me as a simple friend either. Even through the blanket, I could feel how much he wanted me, and that and his teeth, which pulled my lower lip a little, completely blew my mind. I tried to pull the blanket between the two of us so I could feel it even more, I didn't care if I tore it in two, but Noah grabbed my arm and foiled my plan.

"Wait… wait a minute," he begged out of breath as he rested his forehead against mine.

"We've waited enough," I answered without thinking, because I felt just like a wanderer in the desert who finally sees the oasis, feels the life-giving water on his parched lips, the shadow above his head, and then the next moment he comes to himself and it turns out that it's all just an illusion. I licked my lips and I could still taste Noah. His locks glided softly between my fingers and I felt the movement of his back muscles under my other palm as he breathed deeply. Please let this be reality!

Noah giggled softly and slowly ran the tip of his nose over my nose and cheek, then lifted his head slightly so we could look into each other's eyes.

“We must be sure that this is what we both want. I'm afraid I'll mess something up. There's too much at stake and…”

I lifted my hips to silence him and to make sure he was going crazy with his proximity if he hadn't already noticed. Noah's eyes widened as my cock pressed against his belly, and as he swallowed, his adam's apple twitched violently under his tattooed skin. 

“Nick…”

I looked at him motionless when he said my name because I wanted the decision to be his too. One last chance to stop and decline for any reason. When his gaze slid from my eyes to my mouth, I already knew I had a winning case. Noah didn't stop me, in fact, this time he kissed me with such fervor that our teeth chattered, which made us laugh, but we didn't leave each other for a moment. His fingers brushed over my ribs, and mine were somewhere near his shoulder blade. Each touch caused a small electric shock and my whole body turned into a tingling mass. With a combined effort, I managed to first pull off my t-shirt, then remove the blanket from between the two of us, and I froze momentarily as his hard penis pressed against mine. I think that was the first point where the realization hit me that I was with another guy and I was fucking enjoying it. Noah noticed that my initial resolve wavered a bit, but I never thought for a second that I wanted to stop him. It was all too good, almost unbelievably perfect.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, showered my lips with kisses, while his eyes watched every little change of my face.

“Hmmm.” I mumbled into the silence of the room.

“We can stop anytime if it's too much.”

I shook my head violently, but Noah lifted his hips and sat on my thighs. I surprised myself with the desperate whimper that left my lips when I judged that there was too little physical contact between the two of us. I grabbed his legs, then tried to pull him closer by the waist, but Noah grabbed my hands, intertwined our fingers, and put my arms on the bed beside my head.

“I would like to give you pleasure," he explained, leaning over me. His eyes were staring at me darkly, his hair was falling forward, and his lips were shining brightly from our kisses. I nodded as Noah let go of my hands and straightened up. “Can I see you?” he asked in a raspy voice, hooking his fingers into the hem of my bottom. I nodded again and waited a little feverishly for him to undress. We had seen each other naked so many times, yet it was so different. I must have already soaked a small part of the material of my underwear, and compared to the fact that we were just kissing, I couldn't have been harder. I let out a shaky breath as he slowly began to pull my bottom down, and as he lifted off of me I raised my hips so that he could completely free me. Noah bit his lip and shamelessly stared at my crotch. I let out a confused, hoarse laugh because I was both embarrassed and blushing even more at the fact that he was watching, and the way he was staring at me with his head cocked to the side was so damn cute.

“So… are you going to do something with it or just watch?” I asked impudently.

Noah looked up and grinned. 

“Do you want my mouth or my hand?” he asked defiantly.

My breath stopped for a moment, and an image more erotic than a thousand erotic images ran through my mind. I didn't think that these little teasing would work so well between the two of us in this case, and it gave me a lot of confidence. I reached for Noah's hand and pulled it to my crotch.

“I don't think I could last more than half a minute in your mouth,” I confessed. Noah looked at me like a predator as his long, tattooed fingers closed around my cock. The sight was enough to make another dose of precum drip onto my stomach. I gasped as he began to move his hand, using the wetness as a lubricant. “The thing is... ahh... I'm not sure I'll last much longer anyway… fuck…” I muttered, turning towards the ceiling.

In the process, Noah realized that he could still occupy his mouth perfectly, and after digging his nose into my neck, his lips slid down to my collarbone. He alternated between kissing and biting, his hand continued to move up and down, sometimes stroking my glans, sometimes holding my balls in his grip.

"You smell divine," he whispered against my skin. "You're so fucking perfect…" he said in a broken voice, as he started rubbing my thighs. 

I felt that I didn't need much anymore. My cock wanted to explode, my legs were shaking, all my senses were filled with Noah's scent, the sound of his soft moans, the heat of his skin, it was too much, and yet... it was like I was standing on a rock, longing for the long-awaited flight, but I'd be a coward to jump too. As if something hidden in the back of my mind was preventing me from receiving satisfaction. I clung to Noah's shoulder, who was just covering my chest with kisses, and I moaned in pain. He reacted immediately, glancing at my face, then fixed his gaze on mine.

"I'm here," he said in a soft voice, and his hot breath caressed my mouth. His hands continued to pamper me at a perfect pace, paying more and more attention to the sensitive spot under the glans. “I feel how close you are. Do you like my hands on your body? Huh?”

As we looked at each other gasping for breath, the tingling got stronger and stronger starting at the bottom of my waist. His voice did wonders for me. The next moment I couldn't keep my eyes open, but at the same time my lips parted and my back arched. Noah latched on to my mouth, and I was immensely grateful for that, because that way I might not have woken the others. My moans were lost between his lips and he silently endured as my fingers dug into his back, searching for some kind of grip. The orgasm was overwhelming. My heart wanted to burst out of my ribs, and for several minutes it was as if I was floating weightlessly above the bed. Noah buried his face in my hair, then rolled down next to me, and I could feel him gently wiping my stomach with something. 

Then the pink mist slowly lifted and I lay back on the bed, feeling the heaviness of my limbs and how warm I was. What did we do? What happens next? I had so many things going through my mind. The thoughts came back to me and I tried unsuccessfully to put them in their place. But I was absolutely sure of one thing: I didn't regret a single moment of the past half hour.

[hippiegoth97]

Last Christmas: An Eddie Munson x Reader Holiday Story Pt. 2

Description: You and the gang play White Elephant, opening and stealing one another's gifts. You end up with a present you least expect, and share a dance with friends. When you and Eddie take a turn on the dance floor, things get a little too close for comfort. Can you and Eddie salvage your relationship, or are you too far gone?

Warnings: swearing, female reader, drug use, alcohol use, angst, heartbreak, crying, light smut mention, fluff

Last Christmas Pt. 2

A crowded room, friends with tired eyes...

Eddie's POV

You watch silently as Y/N walks towards the rear of Harrington's humble home with Robin and Argyle to have a little smoke session. Usually you'd join them, since you're quite the stoner yourself. But you can see you're far from welcome, she wants absolutely nothing to do with you. Her words earlier, no feelings at all, ring in your head over and over. "You good, Munson?" Steve asks once the trio slide the glass door shut behind them.

"Not really. But that doesn't really matter, does it?" You say bitterly, taking a swig of your eggnog. Usually you hate the stuff, but you've been steadily consuming it to keep yourself in one piece. Seeing Y/N again feels just as awful as the day she left and never came back.

"Don't say that, man. Of course it does." Jonathan pipes up, flashing you an apologetic look. You just shrug in response, unsure of what else to say. You really wish you weren't having this conversation at all. Clearly you have no chance of getting Y/N back, so what's the point of rehashing the same old shit?

"Even so, do you guys really wanna hear about my extinct love life for the millionth time? It's Christmas, there's supposed to be music and presents and all that holly jolly crap. Maybe I should go, I don't wanna bring you guys down all night." You start getting up to leave, but everyone quickly protests. You sigh, plopping back down into your chair. You know for a fact they'd sooner tie you down than let you walk out that door. There's more of them than there are of you, and Steve is ridiculously strong. "Fine! I'll stay! But can we drop it? Please? I'm hangin' on by a thread as it is." You sniffle, exhaling sharply as tears prick your tired eyes.

"Eddie, we really think you need to have a talk with Y/N." Dustin says, looking away from the claymation elves singing about making toys to speak to you seriously.

You just shake your head, the thought of that alone makes you want to off yourself. "Nah, man. She wants nothin' to do with me. And I don't blame her." Your voice trembles slightly. Goddammit, here come the waterworks.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that, dude. Robin told me Y/N still sleeps in your old t-shirt. She used to sniff it for the scent of you when she thought Robin wasn't looking. She cried for hours when it didn't smell like you anymore. And she hums your guys' song all the time without realizing it, "Beast of Burden", right?" Your eyes widen at Steve telling you this. The possibility that Y/N doesn't completely hate you blows your mind. Since the day she walked out the door, she's never contacted you again. She had Robin pick up any of her stuff still at your place, exchanging it for the things you left with her. The only thing missing was that beat-up Mötley Crüe t-shirt, you figured you'd lost it while you were drunk or something.

"Either way, I don't think she's in the mood to talk. I don't wanna hurt her again." You really don't get why everyone seems to have planned this ambush tonight. No doubt Robin and Argyle are working their mojo on Y/N to convince her to speak with you. You'd love it if she did, but you can see it now. She's letting them have an earful, telling them to mind their own fucking business. She's so damn stubborn, it's one of the million things you love about her. Loved, you mentally correct yourself.

"But you're both sitting here like goddamn ticking time bombs. Any minute, you're bound to explode. Unless you resolve this. We're not saying you'd necessarily get back together, but it would be good for both of you to work towards being able to tolerate sitting in the same room." Nancy takes her turn now, and you just roll your eyes.

"You guys really can't let this go, can you? Why do you care so much about mine and Y/N's relationship anyways?" You finish the rest of your drink, setting the empty glass on the floor. You cross your arms in frustration, waiting for this stupid talk to be over.

"No, we can't let it go. Because you and Y/N are our friends, and we love you. And we've had to sit and watch you both be in pain for months. And none of us can make that hurt go away, only you guys can do that." Mike says, hoping you understand how hard it's been for everyone to watch you and Y/N suffer.

You sigh, dragging your palms down your face. Partially in aggravation, and partially to wipe your tears away. "Fuck! Fine! But I'm not gonna force it. If she won't talk, I'm gonna let her be. Fair enough?"

The group nods in agreement, murmuring various 'yes's and 'okay's as they finally drop the subject. "I'm gonna go get the others from outside. I'd say now's as good a time as ever to start the game." Max says, standing up from her cozying up to Lucas. She walks to the door, sliding it open before shouting into the cold. "Hey, potheads! Hurry up, it's time for presents!"

Y/N POV

"Alright, who wants to pick the first gift?" Jonathan asks, taking on the task of supervising this little game. Nobody volunteers, when Robin speaks up.

"How about we have Y/N go first?" She smiles at you, trying to get you in the spirit of things. You roll your eyes, she's incorrigible sometimes.

"Uh, sure. Step on up, Y/N." Jonathan says awkwardly. You take a deep breath, standing up slowly as the weed has finally decided to kick in. You walk over to the tree, looking over the plentiful pile of presents wrapped in shiny paper. You pick up a smaller one, leaving the larger gifts for the others. You return to your seat to open it, tearing the paper to reveal a jar of soaking salts.

"Ooh! These'll make bathtime very relaxing!" You say cheerily, showing everyone what you got. You actually really like this present, long hot baths are one of your favorite ways to relieve stress. Everyone murmurs in agreement, and Robin goes next. She gets a matching hat and glove set, which looks very cozy. Next is Argyle, who opens up a box of fancy chocolates.

"Sweet! I've got major munchies, man!" Argyle says, opening the box and taking one of the sweets out of its wrapper before popping it into his mouth.

"Well, safe to say that gift is out of play now." Jonathan shakes his head, his poor friend clearly doesn't understand the rules. Nobody seems to mind though, it's just chocolate. Next to pick a present is Nancy, who decides to steal your bath salts. You stand up to open another present, which turns out to be a Magic 8 Ball. You're less enthused about this item, but you figure one of the kiddos will take it off your hands at some point.

"Okay, my turn!" Steve says while rubbing his hands together. He picks up a gift bag, pulling a pack of warm socks from under the tissue paper. "Wow, just what I wanted." He says sarcastically, wondering if his parents secretly put a gift of their own in the bunch before leaving town.

"I will happily take those off your hands, Stevie." Eddie says, holding out his hands for Steve to toss him the socks. He catches them with ease, placing them in his lap. Your eyes meet again, and he instinctively gives you a small smile. You return it out of reflex, before realizing who you're looking at. You quickly frown instead, turning away to see what Steve reveals this time. It's a D&D starter set.

"Dammit." Steve mutters, cursing his inability to pick one of the better presents. Next up is Will, taking a chance with a larger box. He tears the paper away, revealing a portable radio.

"Nice!" Will says, very pleased with this find. Jonathan and the rest of the kids take their turns, most opting to open a brand new gift as opposed to stealing someone else's. The next six gifts are a Stephen King novel, the Star Wars trilogy on VHS, a Santa Claus mug with hot cocoa mix, a sketchbook, a knitted blanket, and a Walkman. Max steals the D&D set from Steve, deciding to give the game a try since the boys love it so much. Steve gets to pick for a third time, and he ends up with a thick, cozy scarf.

"Now this I can live with." Steve says, smirking as he’s got something he actually wants. Erica is last, taking your 8 Ball for herself. She claims she'll use it to make any and all further decisions for the foreseeable future. This leaves you empty handed once again, and there's only one gift left beneath the tree. Jonathan hands it to you, and everyone watches in anticipation to see what's inside.

You tear open the paper, pulling the lid off the flimsy box beneath. And inside, is a Santa hat. With devil horns glued onto it. Just like Eddie's. Leave it to you to end up with the gift that your ex-boyfriend brought. The room goes completely silent, and you don't know what to say. Your eyes dart across the room to him again, and he tries his hardest to silently apologize. You can feel the others watching you two, waiting to see what happens next. You look away, inspecting the hat for a moment. You rub your fingers over the fuzzy material, smiling slightly at the hand-stitched letters that spell 'SATAN' on the white brim. "You can trade with me if you want, Y/N." Robin offers, extending her gift to you.

"No, it's fine! It's a cute hat, cheeky." You giggle genuinely, it really plays into the sense of humor you and Eddie used to share. You wanna be a good sport, and not hurt his feelings. You pick up the hat, settling it on top of your head with a big smile on your face. It's very warm, but comfortable. You imagine you look a little silly, but you don't mind it one bit.

"Alright then, looks like the game is over. Anyone need a refill?" Jonathan asks, and every adult's hand goes up into the air. You may have graciously accepted your present, but the tension in the room has only gotten worse. You and Eddie keep looking at each other curiously, but avert your gaze when either of you get caught staring. "Yeah, sounds about right." Jonathan sighs, gathering everyone's glasses to head into the kitchen.

"You really don't mind it?" Eddie asks as the others move on to other activities. The kiddos open Max's D&D box, showing her how to build a character and how the game works. Nancy gets up to put on some music, picking out a Rolling Stones album from Steve's extensive collection. Some Girls, to be exact.

"Not at all, Eds. You know I love shit like this." You reply, realizing you just used his nickname. Maybe you don't need that refill after all. His eyes widen when he realizes what you said, hoping this means you'll talk to him...and maybe take him back. "Don't get any ideas, Munson. I'll get back together with you when hell freezes over." You quip, not meaning it in a hurtful way whatsoever.

"Well, we are in Hawkins in the middle of winter. I'd say that's pretty close." He retorts, making you laugh. It's been so long since he's done that, and you can't help missing it. Jonathan returns with the drinks, and you decide to throw caution to the wind and keep drinking. You're feeling warm and fuzzy inside, despite the perfect storm brewing between you and Eddie. You put it aside for the time being, focusing on enjoying the night with your friends. All your friends.

For the first time in what feels like forever, the group as a whole is able to fall back into the familiar groove you used to share. There's no more worried glances, awkward silences, or talks about your past relationship. Everyone's joking, laughing, and having a great fuckin' time. You have a dance with a few members of your little band of misfits. Steve, Robin, even Dustin. You can't stop smiling, downing a steady stream of eggnog the whole way to keep yourself merry and bright.

You're having a rather uncoordinated turn with Argyle, when the record begins to play a tune you haven't heard in an eternity. "Beast of Burden", the song you and Eddie once claimed as yours. You stop moving, noticing him walking over to you. He's taking his shot, hoping this is enough. "Mind if I cut in?" You look at him, finding his impossibly large brown eyes gazing at you expectantly. He gives you a kind smile, holding out his ringed hand.

"Fuck it! I'm pretty wasted. And everyone else has had a turn. Why not?" You reply with a hiccuping giggle. You take his hand, letting him pull you into his space. He clasps your fingers together, his other hand going to the small of your back. You put yours on his shoulder, sharing an awkward look as Mick Jagger begins to sing.

I'll never be your beast of burden. My back is broad, but it's a-hurtin'. All I want is for you to make love to me. The opening lines remind you of the first time you heard this song with Eddie. It was late one night, in the fall if you recall it correctly. You'd gone on a long drive all over town, not caring about the final destination as there wasn't really one in mind. The radio played real low, and you smoked cigarette after cigarette while staring out the window at the full moon while Eddie drove. Conversation was light, the two of you in comfortable bliss. And then the opening riff spilled forth from the worn stereo speakers in his van, prompting him to turn the volume up. "Shit, this is one of my favorites." You remember him saying, smiling at you to see if you also recognized it. You hadn't heard it before, but you listened closely to the words.

I'll never be your beast of burden. I've walked for miles, my feet are hurtin'. All I want is for you to make love to me. Eddie sang along with Mick, in perfect key at that. It was far from the first time you'd heard his deep, sultry tone. He is in a metal band, after all. But nevertheless, he enchanted you time and time again. And this particular evening from the recesses of your memory was no different. You watched his lips open and close in various shapes to form the lyrics, his face dimly lit by every passing street lamp. This dashboard performance in particular felt different from the others. He was tenderly asking you for something. To love him forever, to have him as yours the same as he wanted to keep you for his own.

You gladly granted the request, your heart soaring across the universe at the thought of never letting Eddie go. When the song was reaching its end, you had ended up at the edge of Lover's Lake. The maddening man in the sky reflected upon the still, black waters. Stars twinkled overhead, it was the most beautiful night. Eddie killed the ignition, inviting you to the back of the van like he'd done so many times before. You followed him like a moth to a flame, letting him lay you down on the mismatched blankets splayed about the floor. You made the sweetest love you'd ever had, sealing your promise that you thought would never be broken.

The two of you sway to the music, slowly rotating in a cautious waltz. You do your best to loosen up, bringing yourself a bit closer. Eddie's had a considerable amount to drink too, playfully crooning the lyrics of the song to you. Just like the old days. "Am I hard enough? Am I rough enough? Am I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see." Your smile grows wider at him singing for you, you used to love it when he did this. His voice is gorgeous, and he made you feel like the most special person in the world when he'd serenade you with your favorite songs.

The others pretend not to stare as they make their own pairings to dance. You ignore their approving glances and nods. It's like everyone else disappears, leaving only you and Eddie in the room anymore. Your movements are more fluid now, facilitated by the weed and alcohol. You let Eddie lean down to softly sing the repeating 'pretty, pretty girl' part of the song in your ear. His chest is flush against yours, and it's almost as if you've never been apart. You want so badly to just smash the walls down, and let him back in. Nostalgia and longing wash over you, tempting you to take what you've been wanting since the day you walked away.

He pulls back a moment, meeting your hazy eyes. You can see loud and clear that he still loves you, and he can tell you're mirroring the sentiment back at him. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest, the pace staying in sync with yours. Your mouths are dangerously close together, and your breath fans in each other's faces. The sickly sweet scent of rum and sugar cookies wafts between you. He tries to make a move to kiss you, and you almost lean into it. But when you really look at him, you can't help remembering how you two ended in the first place.

You drop his hand and push him away, a single tear falling from your eye. "I-I can't." You choke out the words, frantically looking at everyone staring at you.

"Y/N-" Eddie takes a step forward, reaching for your arm.

"Don't!" You back up again while shaking your head, turning away to leave the room. You push past Nancy and Jonathan, and you begin to sob uncontrollably. You make a break for the stairs, your heels thumping as you bound up each step.

"Go after her, you idiot!" Steve yells to Eddie, and you try to find a place to hide. It's too much, you can't just pretend he didn't break your heart into a million pieces. You can't act like everything's okay now, because it isn't. You hear another set of shoes coming up from the ground floor, just as you run into Steve's parents' room. You slam the door and click the lock, leaning against the wood while your chest heaves.

"Y/N?" You hear Eddie's voice from the other side. Why can't he just leave you alone?

"Go away, Eddie. I can't do this." You say through your tears, pulling the Santa hat from your head. You don't want to wear it anymore. You toss it across the room, refusing to look at it again. You slide down to the floor, your knees tented in front of you. Your head falls in your hands, tears and saliva soaking through your dress.

"Y/N, please? I just wanna talk." You can hear the pain in his voice, and you fucking hate it. You hear him shuffling to sit on the other side of the door, his own stifled cries spilling out. His hand brushes the finished wood, wishing he could feel you through it. "Baby, please. I-" He begs.

"Don't call me that! You lost the right to use that name a long time ago." You shout, turning around to face the solid barrier between you.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Just...I don't wanna be like this anymore." His voice trembles, he's just as shaken to the core as you are.

"I don't either, Eddie. But what else is there? You ended us, when I thought you'd never do that."

"I know. And I'm a fucking idiot." Eddie replies through clenched teeth, he's so frustrated with himself for making such a dumb decision.

"Well, at least you admit it." You can't help cracking this small joke, making both of you laugh on either side of the door. Even though you can't see each other, you know exactly how the other's face and body language looks with every passing word.

"Steve said you still sleep in my shirt. Is that true?" He asks, unable to rein in his curiosity. You gasp at the question, Robin must've said something to him.

"Yes." You say softly, not wanting to admit it. "But only because it's comfortable." You try to make up an excuse, but you already know he doesn't believe you. "Robin said you were really messed up after I left. Is that true too?" You figure you might as well get some confirmation of your own while you're trapped in here.

"Shit, yeah. I don't think I had a sober moment for at least two weeks after you left. It was awful. But I couldn't stand to keep being reminded of you at every turn." Eddie recalls how those drunken, drug-addled days played out. He woke up late, head pounding from the night before. He'd crack open another beer, and smoke a blunt or two before breakfast. All he could manage to eat during that time was Honeycomb cereal and Poptarts. Not to say those stayed in his stomach long, far from it.

By lunchtime he'd be face-first in the porcelain throne, rejecting every last bit of sugary snacks and booze. And the cycle would continue. More alcohol, toss some cocaine in the mix, another joint, or a few. Reefer Rick even threatened to cut off his supply if he didn't stop consuming all the product. He had to work twice as hard to recoup the cost of the illicit substances. And all that did was further remind him of how he lost you.

"Jesus, Eddie. I'm sorry." You can't help feeling bad when you hear the words from his own lips. A secondhand story doesn't have nearly the same impact.

"Not your fault. I did this, remember?" This is absolutely killing you, you can't stand the sullen tone in his voice. It makes you want to unlock the door, to allow him back where he clearly belongs. But that's not enough. You can't put the past behind you and give it a second try so easily. Especially when he could just as easily break your heart again, deeming himself unworthy of you. Just like last time.

"Why did you? We had a good thing, didn't we?" You really want to understand why he made that decision all those months ago. He technically gave you a reason, but was that really enough to end a relationship?

"Of course we did, Y/N. It was the best thing I've ever had in my entire life." Eddie says, complete and total regret working its way through his body. It cuts like a knife, deep and jagged. More tears spring from his eyes, tapping wetly as they land on the hardwood floor below him. His heart aches for you more than he ever thought possible. You're so close, and yet you're a million miles away. If he wanted to act selfishly, he'd smash this damn door to pieces and scoop you into his arms. But he won't, because it's not what you want. And that's the only thing that has ever mattered to him.

"Then why?" You hoarsely croak out the words. You're fighting to swallow a wedge in your throat, it's grating and bitter. Like a lump of coal scraping your esophagus. You press your hand against the door, laying your head beside it. You want to be closer to him in this silly, small way.

"Well, it's like I said before. I didn't feel like I was enough for you. You were starting college soon, and I know you're gonna be something great." Eddie smiles slightly at that thought. You have big dreams of saving the world, changing it for the better. He'd listen to you talk for hours about cleaning up the oceans or regulating big corporations that over-pollute. Seeing your eyes light up when you cared about something made him even more helplessly in love with you. "Whereas, I'm gonna be stuck flipping burgers or fixing cars my whole life. Would you really wanna spend your days with someone like that?"

"I told you before, I didn't care about that. I just wanted to be with you. What you did for a job or how much money you had was always a non-factor for me. People do those things their whole lives, and there's nothing wrong with that." You reassure him, speaking sincerely. Just because others may look down upon those who work in 'unskilled' jobs, that doesn't make them worthless.

"But how could I provide for you when I make shit pay like that? You deserve someone who can take care of you, Y/N." You really have no idea why Eddie insists on this idea that he has to be the big spender in the relationship. It's oddly old-fashioned for someone like him.

"Eddie, did I ever say I wanted you to be the 'provider' in our relationship? You know better than anyone I don't subscribe to medieval ideals like that." You don't mean to come off so harsh, but it's a bit annoying that he seems to ignore this rather fundamental thing about you. "Plus, you provided plenty. You were kind, sweet, and loving. You comforted me in my weakest moments, and we made so many meaningful memories together."

"I know, you're right. The more I say it out loud, the stupider it sounds." He chuckles dryly, shaking his head. But there's something else, something he's kept close to the chest this whole time. You can sense the hesitation in his voice, the little hitch in his breath when he forces his tongue to hold back.

"What is it, Eddie? Please, tell me." You ask quietly, wanting to know what he's been hiding.

"I was afraid you'd outgrow me. You'd slowly earn your degree, make new friends. Then you'd no doubt go wherever the planet needs you, and where would that leave me? You'd see how big and beautiful the world is, and being with me would pale in comparison. And then you'd leave, finding a foxy marine biologist instead or something. Then you'd win some kinda Nobel Prize or some shit, and I'd still be here in Hawkins. With nothing to show for it." He realizes how silly he sounds now, how he's spent so long fantasizing about you leaving him behind.

"Thought about that a lot, did you?" You ask, unable to hide the smirk in your voice. You understand his fears, you'd probably have them too if the roles were reversed.

"Every goddamn day, Y/N." He chuckles again, but he sounds far from happy about it. Your face falls, there must be a way for him to see that his anxieties held no water.

"You do realize I would've taken you with me, right? If your hypotheticals ever came to be, I mean." You speak matter-of-factly.

"Really?" Eddie still doesn't understand, does he? Just as he claims to love you to the ends of the earth and back, you feel just as strongly. If not moreso.

"Yes, you big idiot!" You exclaim, grabbing his attention. "I would've had you by my side every step of the way. We would've moved in together while I went to school. Then after graduation you'd come with me to wherever I was interning at, until I’d eventually lead the charge in some world-saving research. And then you'd be right there in the audience while I accept my 'Nobel Prize or some shit', dressed in a cute tux and everything. And then we'd go home to our house, and our pets or plants or whatever." Eddie's eyes widen at your words, he never imagined that you would actually want to spend the rest of your life with him. Him, the metalhead, freak, loser, asshole that deals drugs.

"Thought about that a lot, did you?" He parrots your previous statement at you, drawing light laughs from both of your mouths.

"Every goddamn day, Eds." Another copied comment, and another slip of his nickname. You're headed for trouble if you don't knock it off.

"Fuck, I wish more than anything I could take it back, Y/N." Eddie says, desperately wanting this conversation to end in reconciliation. He wants you, no, needs you in his life. You're like the sun in the sky, the air in his lungs, the ground beneath his feet, the blood in his veins. You are everything to him.

"So do I." You reply simply, the tears have been steadily pouring from your eyes this whole time. As is the case with Eddie, you suspect.

"Would it be so terrible to try again? I miss you so much, it's killing me." There it is. That oh, so dangerous question. You've been simultaneously dreading it and wishing for it all night. How easy it would be to accept him back into your heart, to reignite the burning flame of love you used to share.

"I miss you too, more than you know. But I don't want to get hurt again. I can't go through the hell you put me in a second time." You sniffle, unable to stop yourself from remembering the endless sob-fest you had at Robin's for the first few days after your breakup.

"I promise, I will never let you go again. I'll never be so fucking stupid." He pleads, yanking at your heartstrings.

"But how do I know for sure, Eddie? I was under the impression that the first time would never come, and it did. Who's to say you won't break us to pieces again when things get tough?" As much as you'd love to be together again, you have valid reservations about the prospect.

He doesn't say anything else for a minute, carefully considering what you've said. He feels so fucking awful for hurting you, and he wants to prove himself worthy of a second chance. "What if we move in together?" He blurts out, as it's the first step in your little fantasy about the future.

You scoff, he can't be serious. "Eddie, you don't have to jump the gun like that."

"I'm serious. I wanna be with you, commit to a life with you. What better way to do that than to get a place together? We could look after New Year's if you want. I think there's a place by-" His tone is frantic now, eager to sell you on the idea.

"Eddie, slow down!" You shout, interrupting his babbling. He shuts his trap, his teeth clacking at the force. "Look, it's really sweet of you to offer. But I think we would need time to get reacquainted first, to see if this would even work again." He perks up at your words, hoping this means you're saying yes to him.

"I'm sorry, you're right. But, does that mean we can give this another shot?" He asks expectantly, crossing his fingers and praying to whatever God is up there that you'll take him back.

You sigh, shaking your head as you giggle at the thought. "I can't believe I'm actually saying this. But yes, we can try again, Eds." You say as you stand up, clicking the lock to open the door. Eddie falls forward into the room, almost smacking his head on the floor. You shriek in surprise, and he bounces back up in no time. He scrambles to his feet, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in what feels like hours. He laughs awkwardly, blushing hard as he rubs the back of his neck. You giggle in reply, rolling your eyes at his clumsiness.

You move closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck while his go around your waist. You're standing in the threshold of the room, looking up to see some mistletoe hanging right above your heads. "Well, would ya look at that? Seems like the Harringtons have the right idea." Eddie says, returning his gaze to yours. The air between you is different now. It's no longer somber and heartbroken, but filled with unbridled joy and a dash of booze-fueled lust.

"That they do." You reply, just barely above a whisper. You can't stop staring at each other's lips, the familiar scent of Christmas treats dizzying your heads in your proximity. Eddie's just about to bring his lips to yours, when-

To be continued...

[sapionic]

Famous Travelers In History(NUMEROLOGY ANALYSIS)

Let's look into some famous travelers and link some simple points to Numerology. Basic Numerology. Right away, let's note that people with 3 and 9 energy are definitely people that travel and/or move around a lot!

1st person: Fridtjof Nansen(The first man to cross Greenland’s ice cap and sailed farther north in the Arctic Ocean than any man before him) - focusing on the first name more than the surname, we can see that this person has an I and R(18) in his name which is 9. This is enough to make someone a traveler.

F - 6 is connected to discpline, detail, and routine. Being able to be detailed oriented gives someone enough focus to carry out their ideal.

R-9(18) expansion and travel, but with a purpose with that 8 energy. That adds the deep determination and how serious it was for him to complete his mission. The 8 allows someone to succeed with somethign tedious and time-consuming, especially with the support of the 6 energy.

I - 9 adventurous, explorative and spontaneous energy

D - 4 discpline, caution, patience, stability, organizational along with 6 energy as well.

T - 20/2 Very compassionate person with good work ethic and comfort with self. Stable demeanor and likely prefers stability in their life. Can manage tasks efficiently, especially when the influence of 6 is here as well.

J - 10/1 Think of Capricorn characteristics. 10/1 energy in someone makes them responsible and able to succeed. This is another supportive energy with the 6 and 2 for someone who has a goal they want to carry out. This imprint could be why it was a plan successfully carried out causing the notoriety.

O - 6(15) his personal desire(1) and urge to travel was supported by his confidence to do do. He didn't give up. He fought to reach his goal(5). 5 also is creativity which he more than likely incorporated into his practice.

F - Another 6 influence just like the first F.

HE HAS 3 NUMBER 6'S IN HIS NAME 666=18/9 PLUS THE ACTUAL 9 INFLUENCE ALREADY IN HIS NAME.

His 6 influence is what allowed him to stick with his initial plan and carry it out no matter how long it took and what it took. His 9 influence is the self-made motivation that worked as a personal push with none really sought after from others as he had it in him.

2nd person: Christopher Colombus but let's focus mainly on the first name and not the surname. We have more than likely heard of this name before and we know that this name is quite popular and common as well. You guys can already see that this name carries 3 and 9 energy so even if every Christopher isn't an actual traveler, they may likely still travel in some way. Example: Christopher Brown(Breezy)

C=3 H=8 R=9(18) I=9 S=1(19) T=2(20) O=6(15) P=7(16) H=8 E=5 R=9

C has an energy center around creative expression, easy, and the ability to be social or collaborative. This can give someone a jolly or light vibe.

H is in this name twice represented by the number 8 so when you add the two 8's up, you end up with 7(16). The 8 provides pressure so the 7 supports the easing of ones doubts and negative thoughts. This takes me to the next letter.

P=7(16) which allows someone the capability of being compassionate and more open-minded. This is useful for someone with double 8 influence as they likely deal or have dealt with a lot of heavy and traumatic experiences. They know how to be peaceful and they seek peace.

The triple 9 influence 999=9(27) which makes sense for a traveler in this case. They know how to carry out their plans through real work ethic and time 9(18). This increases ones ambition and desire to meet goals and succeed.

[shegoesbyjoy]

Okay I need to blab about my thoughts on Good Omens S2 because ASKFJFHSJKSK I LOVED IT. Spoilers ahead of course, you've been warned!

Crowley was undoubtedly the MVP of this season for me. I was kicking my feet and giggling repeatedly every time I saw him in A Situation

Not David Tennant wearing a red fez in the same episode where they mention Doctor Who by name lmao. And then there's the "bigger on the inside" comment. And the fact that the actor for the Fifth Doctor showed up.

ALSO David getting the chance to revert to his normal accent and be EXTREMELY SCOTTISH was an absolute delight

WHOOPS STILL ON CROWLEY I LOVE HIM OKAY but him drinking poison and his body going all Alice in Wonderland was very amusing (not to mention Crowley calling out the issue of morality and the choices we make as it relates to wealth disparity??? Absolute king.)

GABRIEL AND BEELZEBUB?! 🥺🥺 They were so cute together?!?! Oh my goodness that entire montage and them running off together was so precious it really was

Speaking of romantic-ass scenes I cannot believe we got to see Crowley dance not once but TWICE for Aziraphale. Azi taking Crowley's hand to lead him out to the dance floor......my heart 💞

While we're here, I gotta talk about the confession. I was afraid he wasn't gonna be able to go through with it—it's such a fucking trope that whenever someone starts to confess and they are interrupted by the other person, the confession ends up not happening. Crowley did it anyway, and I once again have to commend David Tennant for his performance bc gosh the emotion in that scene... I cry

"I forgive you" yeah well I don't forgive YOU Aziraphale what kind of a response was that!!!! 😡😡

From Crowley and Azi's earlier "I don't think your 'not exactly' and my 'not exactly' are the same" conversation, to the two of them interpreting the phrase "nothing lasts forever" in entirely different ways in the finale hahahaha just end me 🥲

The rain symbolism. Idk just the raining of space matter in the beginning calling back to a similar moment when a wing provided protection from rain last season, the rain being conjured to bring Maggie & Nina together and having it ultimately fail.... idk I have nothing clever to say about this I'm just here like... *grips your shoulders* R A I N

Anyways season 2 was a jolly good time and I cannot wait to see where this story goes next!!!

[ateezivy]

learn the alphabet with ivy (updated)

warning! jokes about drugs and killing (this is how she copes with her trauma😭)

A is for…

‘ass shakin on a tuesday?’

‘ask hongjoong if we can get mcdonald’s for dinner’

‘as a mingi enthusiast, i can confirm’

B is for…

‘but did i die?’

‘bonita’

‘boxing was fun until i almost broke my wrist-‘

C is for…

‘cause i said so’

‘cute is overrated, i like looking like i just killed someone-‘

‘call me when i actually care, wooyoung’

D is for…

‘don’t follow me, i won’t be running away. i’m going to the store…’

‘driving is easy, these losers are just lazy. AINT THAT RIGHT YUNHO???’

‘did someone say le sserafim?’

E is for…

‘eggplant emoji? boy what-‘

‘extra ice please’ ‘but seonghwa hyung asked for light-‘ ‘i said extra’

‘even if i die, keep performing’ ‘ivy no-‘

F is for…

‘frogs are innocent beings.’

‘for the LOVE OF GOD SAN SHUT UP’

‘felix said otherwise.’

G is for…

‘god would want me to’

‘going to the gym is so much work, but i’m forced to’

‘guys, i think i started my period…’ *cue panic*

H is for…

‘hongjoongie-oppa says i’m brilliant’ ‘he told you that so you would shut u-‘ ‘san no one asked for your input’

‘how did you manage to make jongho cry bruh-‘

‘how big is his-‘ ‘olivia!’ ‘-house…’

I is for…

‘i’m fearless’ *after getting scared by yunho*

‘i feel bonita’

‘if i have to dance to this song on more time-‘

J is for…

‘just say you hate me already’

‘jongho is my best friend, sometimes’

‘jimin would be my friend.’

K is for…

‘killing people is only okay sometimes’

‘kites still exist??’

‘KITTIES’

L is for…

‘lost me at the word running’

‘look at me’ *slaps san*

‘living is breathing.’

M is for…

‘mingi my dearest’

‘my type? mingi.’

‘my mom told me not to do it, but my mom is also a drug addict so-‘

N is for…

‘no money’

‘no ice cream for you mr. park’

‘nayeon-unnie is cooler than you’

O is for…

‘oh jolly pirate’

‘oh brother, this fool again’ *san walks in*

‘oh, i like yeosang more’

P is for…

‘people think im innocent. that’s cute’

‘pipe down’

‘poop doopy’

Q is for…

‘quit looking at me like that, you’re gonna make me vomit’

‘quiet, i think i hear god’

‘quit talking, i’m trying to listen to itzy!!!’

R is for…

‘right, and i’m beyoncé.’

‘right hand man, jongho. not you’ *cut to wooyoung frowning’

‘rings. blings. and all that’

S is for…

‘silence, who died?’

‘snow snow snow snow snow snow sno-‘ *yeosang throws a snowball at her*

‘sweet. can we go home now?’

T is for…

‘tomorrow is a new day, a new slay’

‘teen beach movie has one of the best soundtracks’

‘they see me rollin, they hatin-‘

U is for…

‘uvula shot’ *shows camera yunhos uvula*

‘under the seaaa. under the seeeaaa. darling is betTA down where it weTTA’

‘uhm, be so fucking for real right now…’

V is for…

‘very good morning my loves’

‘van… gogh’ *van starts moving*

‘valid point, too bad i don’t care’

W is for…

‘wow, and here i thought i was the idiot’

‘where is my food servants’ *acting a scene for a show*

‘why am i here. i need to go home. i, i need to go.’

X is for…

‘xoxo, go piss girl’

‘x-rays helped see the shape of dna’ ‘it’s 2 am. go to bed.’

x’s and the o o o’s they HAUNT me’

Y is for…

‘you have no idea what you’re talking about do you?’

‘yo, chill out brother’

‘yes, i do love my members. yes, i do hate my members. family.’

Z is for…

‘zoom zoom, hop in hotties’

‘zebras. are the white with black stripes. or black with white stripes’

‘zooweemama am i right?’

taglist: @atolua @skzfairies @itzy-eve @cixrosie @stopeatread @alixnsuperstxr @smh-anon

[miumura]

what do ur moots remind you of?! (ex. places, color, song, etc)

ooo another moot game ! tysm anon :) <3 ill only do a few cause im on a brainrot rn 😭😭

@flwoie — bad by wave to earth

bc u literally make my day 100% better. i always look forward to talking to you!! like you’re someone i can talk about anything with bc you wouldn’t judge me 🙁 like im prob on disc most of the time talking to u or waiting for a dm back. but yeah, i could never be bored when talking to you 🤗 love u lots pooks 🤍🤍🤍

@wvnkoi — one and only by enhypen

i was truly lucky to have you in my inbox (or for me to being in yours) 🙁🫶 like u acc put up with my bs and im so glad for that </3 U R MY ONE AND ONLY FR !!!! like who does it like u tbh … im always looking forward to our convos whether u think otherwise 🤍 but yes please be more active bc i cant be missing one of my ramyeonz 😊

@haknom — jolly ranchers but green apple

this is SOOOO random but HEAR ME OUT i love love LOVE jolly ranchers, just like how much i love you (ohhhh was that smooth 😍😍😍) which is a lot LMFAO. but i love green apple sm u dont understand…its pretty unexplainable why ure so fun to be with but us 08z r js like that!! UNBREAKABLE BOND!!!! #jolly-ranchers-w-soph-foreva #just-like-sola (soph + kayla .. get it)

@yeokii — nail polish 😊

listen hana ure prob like … erm What the freak!!! but just hear me out. nail polish isnt good for u (js like how ure not good w/ me /j) to smell but its addicting. thats like u and me cause ure addicting to talk to u (or make fun of) AND ITS GETTING OUT OF HAND!!! but its like a guilty pleasure soooo be glad i only had good things to say. love ya official 08z goofball !!!

@yenqa — strawberries

u just do 🤨🤨 like idk strawberries taste vary depending on the harvest / kind u get .. like sometimes u can be vv sweet and super kind 🙁 and then we have the sour kinds where u used to (and still do) hate on me and fight me 🤬 at least ure not bad like hana ALL JOKES but strawberries r a superior fruit so ure superior in my book 🤗🤗🤗

@yswon — hi-chew candies

hi-chews r too good n need to be talked abt more!!! js like ur blog (it deserves all the love) idk how to explain it, but u remind me of the candy in a way…like could be sweet if u pick the right ones 🙏 and u cant tell me hi-chews dont fit ur blog rn!!!! like its a comfort candy + super soft = amazing type of candy i tell u. nobody does hi-chew like this which makes u awesome n unique 😍 … what am i even saying urm but u get it (hopefully)

@soov — beaches

beaches r really pretty (just like you) and i really like how calming they can be. but sometimes, they can get violent as the waves of the ocean crash and could nearly drown u (js like how u could kill me w/ ur pics ohhhh) LMFAO but i really do love them!!! and i just get that beachy vibe from your blog too :)

guys i swear i was gonna do more than this but i really cannot think rn 😭 sorry i may have not tired my brain out writing (soph cb???) so its hard to come up w/ reasons why i think ure this etc etc. i could prob edit this post or js say in the comments what u remind me of if u do wanna know ^^ <3!

[dbstaches]

MATERIAL WORLD: THE GRID Grid your loins, it's Dave Ball (left) and Richard Norris Picture: Roger Sargent

NME magazine, 30 October 1993 — full article text bellow

WHERE ARE YOU NOW AND HOW DO YOU FEEL? RICHARD: In the Village Inn as usual, unshaven, post-remixing lag DAVE: The Village Inn, tired and emotional

FIRST RECORD YOU EVER BOUGHT? R: ‘Blockbuster’, The Sweet D: ‘Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes’, Edison Lighthouse

WHO WOULD DIRECT THE ‘TEXAS COWBOYS’ MOVIE? R: Andy Warhol, if he was alive, Lonesome Cowboys 2 D: Sam Peckinpah – lots of fake blood

WHICH CHARACTER WOULD YOU HAVE PLAYED IN THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY? R: Clint – for the stubble and cheroots D: Lee Van Cleef. He wears black clothes, smokes cigars – my kind of guy

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW MARC ALMOND AND WHAT WAS HE DOING? D: On TV, doing a costume-change at Royal Albert Hall

DESCRIBE EACH OTHER IN THREE WORDS? R: Jolly Uncle Jack D: Griff Rhys Jones

WAS VIC REEVES AS SURREAL IN REAL LIFE? R: Haddock

FONDEST MEMORY OF YOUR NME DAYS? R: Jack Barron ranting, Fred Dellar (gawd bless ’im) and two weeks in Ibiza on expenses

MOST EMBARRASSING RECORD IN YOUR COLLECTION? R: A double LP of Barbara Woodhouse teaching dogs to sit. Walkies! D: ‘In The Night’ by Tony Blackburn

HOW DO YOU SEE THE FUTURE OF SPAGHETTI DISCO? R: Take That doing ‘Rawhide’

BEST THING ABOUT PERFORMING LIVE? R: Watching the wide-eyed and legless

WHAT INSPIRES YOU? R: Punk rock, disco D: Everything

WORST FLYING EXPERIENCE? R: Being in economy class D: Flying from LA to London on acid; flying from London to the South of France with Depeche Mode, dropping 1,000 feet when we hit an air pocket

WHO WOULD BE YOUR DREAM COLLABORATION? R: Iggy Pop D: A film score with John Barry/Angelo Badalamenti

IF YOU HAD A LABEL WHICH TWO ROCK ACTS WOULD YOU SIGN? R: AC/DC, Nine Inch Nails D: Zodiac Mindwarp, The Ramones

WHAT DID YOU THINK WHEN THEY DESCRIBED YOUR MUSIC AS “JUNGLE” ON CORONATION STREET? R: Smashing, chuck D: I liked it so much I sampled it

FIRST BANDS? R: The Innocent Vicars, The Fruitbats, The Wild Kitchen, East Of Eden D: Soft Cell

HOW MANY TELEVISIONS DO YOU OWN R: About 20. I got a fine for not having a license

DESCRIBE YOUR TOTP EXPERIENCE? D: Tedium-tastic

THREE GREAT THINGS ABOUT THAILAND AT CHRISTMAS? R: The sky at night, bats, blue-capped evenings with neon fish

HOW WOULD YOU SPEND AN IDEAL SUNDAY AFTERNOON? R: Horizontally, after a bad game of golf D: Lunch with friends and good wine

WHAT'S THE WEIRDEST SITUATION YOU'VE EVER BEEN IN? R: Being surrounded by Hackney constabulary with Genesis and Paula P Orridge at 5am after imitating a Sunday People reporter D: Running naked down a Madrid hotel corridor with Stevo, wielding two replica Flintlock pistols, chasing two Spanish girls

FAVOURITE PEOPLE? D: Richard & Judy, Paul Merton, Dennis The Barman

CAN YOU RETIRE ON THE MONEY ‘TAINTED LOVE’ MADE IN AMERICA? D: No, but I'm, sure our American lawyers and A&R men could!

WHAT DID MADONNA DO WHEN YOU UPSTAGED HER IN NEW YORK? D: She forgave me the next morning

CHOOSE A RECORD TO WAKE UP TO/SLEEP TO/HAVE SEX TO R: Wake up: ‘Cobalt Blue’, Michael Brook. Sleep: ‘Music For Airports’, Brian Eno. Sex: ‘There's A Riot Goin' On’, Sly And The Family Stone D: Wake up: ‘Rise And Shine’, The Flintstones. Sleep: ‘Very/Relentless’, Pet Shop Boys. Sex: ‘Neroli’, Brian Eno

WHAT ELSE CAN YOU DO? R: Write a mean paragraph. I could be an A&R man if I was really desperate D: Top oarsman and not a bad cook

HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO? R: Like Aldous Huxley