#which is why i tried to gather as many songs as I could in that evening that were actually about not loving

[pickingupmymercedes]

That girl (woman) - Lewis Hamilton

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: That girl - Olly Murs

pairing: Husband!Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

genre: fluff

a/n: tried a little something different with the pov and the narrative, let me know what you guys think.

wordcount: +1k

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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It was a regular Wednesday mid-autumn, the kind of quiet morning in the Hamilton household that felt precious in its ordinariness. Lewis sat at the edge of their bed, balancing a tray loaded with her favorite redberry pancakes and a fresh bouquet perched precariously on the side table.

Before we dive deeper, let me share a little secret about Lewis. He’s a legend on the track—speed, skill, mind, the whole package. But there, in their Monaco apartment, watching his wife sleep soundly as morning eased into afternoon, he was just a man.

And as he gazed at her with a strange mix of tenderness and a touch of guilt, it was clear he was reflecting on what he nearly threw away once.

You see, Y/n hadn’t been just any woman in his life. She’d been a force, a renowned stylist, beloved by many. And Lewis, in a past he now could only shake his head at, had once thought he was doing her a favor by pushing her away.

He’d believed that she deserved someone less weighed down by a career that dragged him across continents, with fame that threw him, and her by default, under every public spotlight.

So, in a moment of misguided self-sacrifice, he’d told her she deserved better. Needed to leave him, he’d said, so she could find someone who could give her the life she deserved.

But she’d seen through his words. She’d planted herself firmly in his life and told him, in no uncertain terms, that if he truly wanted her gone, he’d have to make the effort to really let her go.

He hadn’t, of course— couldn’t. And now, there she was, their child growing inside her, still by his side.

Back in the bedroom that overlooked the Mediterranean Sea, Y/n began to stir, her dark lashes fluttering as she woke.

The sunlight had climbed high, a clear sign she’d overslept. Not that it was surprising. Lately, the exhaustion came in waves—pregnancy was starting to demand more rest from her.

She shifted slightly, her bump visible under the soft rise of his oversized T-shirt she’d claimed as sleepwear. Lewis smiled at that, too, how she’d taken so much of him as her own.

As Y/n stretched, blinking sleep from her eyes, she spotted Lewis there, looking all too pleased with himself, balancing that breakfast tray as if he’d been waiting an hour to make his grand entrance.

“Why, Sir. To what do I owe this royal breakfast treatment?” she asked, her voice still drowsy, as she raised an eyebrow playfully though she wore a faint smile.

“Oh, nothing much,” he said, setting the tray in front of her. But there was something about the way he lingered, how his eyes traced her face a bit longer than usual, and how his hand found its way to her bump, lightly brushing circles over her stomach.

She noticed it too, of course. Y/n’s gaze slid from him to the pancakes, to the bouquet of wildflowers he’d set down beside her. His hand was still there, fingers spreading, gentle against her skin.

She tucked into the pancakes, savoring the tart sweetness of the berries, though one eye was still on him. He was keeping quiet, which was unusual enough to make her pause, fork halfway to her mouth.

He didn’t speak, but his fingers had settled in, tracing softer circles on her tummy, as if trying to connect with their child through her skin.

“Alright, spill it, Hamilton,” she said at last, her eyes narrowing slightly with suspicion. She hadn’t missed the glances, the softer smiles, or how his usual self-assured charm was just a little off this morning.

He fumbled. Oh yes, THE Lewis Hamilton—six inches taller than everyone else when it came to confidence—stumbling on his words now as he looked back at her, gathering himself as if preparing to speak before a packed audience.

“It’s nothing. Really, I just…” he hesitated, clearing his throat. “I just wanted to thank you. For yesterday. For coming to the factory with me.”

Ah, yes, the visit. Y/n had been there at his side all day, chatting with engineers and mechanics, giving them warm smiles, sometimes asking the kind of questions that endeared her to the team.

She’d been there, even though they both knew she’d been exhausted—he’d seen it in the way she leaned against surfaces or rested a hand on her bump when she thought he wasn’t looking.

But she’s the kind of person who’d walk the extra mile without a second thought if it meant making him feel grounded

“Oh” She waved it off. “I just know it’s important for you to have your support system there. Besides, we’ll leave you alone to those visits for a while, after this one gets here.” She gave him a smile, and it was enough to make Lewis sit back, humbled and deeply, thoroughly grateful.

Because that’s the thing about Y/n. She didn’t just say the right things. She showed up. She showed him, again and again, that he was worth it to her.

When he’d told her to leave, thinking he was noble, sacrificing himself for her own good, she’d thrown it right back at him. Said if he wanted her gone, he’d have to be a man and make it happen. He hadn’t. And in not doing it, he’d made a choice just as firmly as she had.

He reached out then, brushing his fingers on her cheek, his hand lingering for a moment, as if memorizing her face.

Y/n, ever observant, took his hand, resting it over hers. She could feel the weight of everything unsaid—how his grip was just a bit tighter, his thumb brushing her knuckles in slow circles. Her eyes softened, and for once, he allowed himself to drop the pretense.

“I know I’ve said it before,” he started, his voice quiet. “But I don’t think I can ever say it enough. I’m grateful. For you, for our little one. For everything.”

She let out a small laugh, rolling her eyes. “Lewis, you don’t need to go poetic on me. I’m not going anywhere.”

He chuckled, but even then, there was a solemnity in his expression, an echo of the worry that had lived with him since that fateful night years ago when he’d tried to push her out.

He leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering just long enough to let her know he was serious.

They didn’t need words, not really. She knew, and he knew she knew.

That’s the magic they’d always shared. She didn’t need a grand speech to understand that in the way he carried her breakfast in, the way he’d brushed her cheek, he was telling her a thousand times over just how lucky he felt.

For Lewis, that single kiss said everything he couldn’t.

They sat there in quiet contentment, her finishing the last of her pancakes, his hand tracing that rhythmic pattern on her bump again, as if communicating with their little one in their secret code.

“Now” she said, breaking the silence as she watched him circling his fingers on her belly “I need you to go. This mama’s got work, and so do you, unless you plan on spending the rest of the day like this.”

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing” he said, flashing a mischievous grin.

But he stood regardless, though he couldn’t resist stealing one more kiss. Because that’s also the thing about Lewis—he’d had a brush with losing her once, and he wasn’t about to let it happen again.

So there he was, savoring the sight of her, engraving this moment into memory. After all, being wrong about her had been the best mistake of his life.

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[dontfuckmylifewtf]

I did a thing!

I made a Spotify Playlist about being AroAce. I tried to put the whole experience from finding out, denying, mourning and being proud of your identity into this. Though bear in mind that I did put this together in like 1 day.

Beware of "I Don't Love" by Have A Nice Life, it has a lot of distortion effects that I feel like could be uncomfortable and or triggering. (I kept it in because I felt like it captured feeling hopeless in the face of wanting to love very well.)

Note: I am aware that not everyone shares the same experiences, and that asexuality and aromanticism is a spectrum. People don't always have to mourn that they can't love, nor is that what defines the aroace experience. Some of us just know and don't care that they don't love romantically.

[lemoniiiiiii]

bed chem (short n' sweet)

(colin zabel x fem!reader) your internship just got more interesting...

warnings / content: not really proofread, age gap (reader is 20-22, colin's like 32-34), swearing, perv!reader tbh, NSFW - masturbation (toys) + fingering (fem receiving), p in v

(this fic is a part of my short n' sweet collection!) a/n: every time i listen to this song i think of colin like he's just so... AHHHHHHHHHH i've literally had this idea since the album came out! tried to incorporate as many lyrics as i could idk how well i did tho!

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the easttown police department wasn’t exactly a hub of thrilling action. that was probably a good thing for the town, but for you, it made the days of your internship drag endlessly. stuck behind a desk, processing minor domestic disputes and petty incidents, the hours stretched out. you couldn’t help but wish that, just once, you’d be allowed to join an officer out in the field. to witness a slice of the town's life up close instead of through dry reports. but no, you were stuck in the back office, relying on your imagination to fill in the blanks while you typed up incident after incident.

on this particular afternoon, you were making your way down the hallway with a precariously high stack of files balanced in your arms. you could feel the papers shift, hear the quiet rustle of their movement as they started to slide. panic gripped you briefly—this was going to be embarrassing. you were already imagining the cascade of documents scattering across the floor, how you’d have to drop to your knees and scramble to gather them up, probably while everyone watched. just as the stack tilted dangerously to one side, a hand swooped in, catching the top section before it could tumble.

"here, lemme help you with that," a man said, accompanied by a friendly smile. a smile too relaxed, too bright for this quiet, indifferent corner of pennsylvania.

grateful, you gestured toward your desk a few feet away. "thanks," you mumbled, trying not to sound too embarrassed as you placed the files down with a sigh of relief. he set the rescued papers down beside yours, glancing at you with a foreign look. like he actually saw you as a person instead of the intern that does the shit no one else wants to do.

"you doin' okay?" he asked. his concern seemed genuine, which again, took you a second to process.

"yeah! yeah, i'm good!" you responded, a little too enthusiastically perhaps, as you straightened the files in a futile effort to regain your composure. "thank you."

the man chuckled softly. "you know, sometimes it’s easier just to take the two trips." he shot you a wink that made your pulse quicken. "speakin' from experience," he added, leaning a little closer as if sharing a secret. "when i was in your shoes, i had to learn the hard way."

the chief called him over and, after a charismatic "duty calls" farewell, he walked off. you sat down at your desk, face hurting from the corners of your mouth being lifted for so long, but you couldn't bring them down.

you buried your face into your arms, letting your forehead rest against the cool surface of the desk for a few minutes. if anyone saw the flush creeping up your cheeks, you’d never hear the end of it. you took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling, willing yourself to get back to work. but the more you tried to focus, the more impossible it became.

why? because guess whose office was in clear view of your desk? mare's. and guess who was now in mare's office quite adorably rehearsing a conversation with himself?

yeah... you were done for.

the man's lips moved slightly as if he was practicing lines for a play, his brow furrowed in concentration, and every so often, he’d run a hand through his neatly cropped hair, or shake his head in disapproval, looking entirely too charming for his own good.

you needed to find out who he was right away. what was he there to talk to mare about? was he a detective? why couldn't you stop thinking about him pinning you against a wall?

unable to live with the mystery you pushed yourself up from your chair and marched over to the nearest officer, your pulse still racing. "hey—uh, hello." you cleared your throat, trying to sound casual despite the warmth still lingering in your cheeks. "who’s the cute guy in mare’s office? you know, uh.."

wide brown eyes, chiseled jawline..

"navy jacket- big briefcase."

the officer looked up, raising an eyebrow at your blunt description before glancing toward the office. "county guy chief brought in to help with the katie bailey case," he replied nonchalantly. "last name's zabel if i remember right."

you nodded, pretending like that was enough to satisfy your curiosity, but then another officer nearby chimed in with a smirk. "that’s him? poor guy’s gonna be in for it."

they quickly devolved into their own conversation, talking shop and completely forgetting you were even standing there. under normal circumstances, their dismissal might’ve bugged you, but you had bigger priorities now.

back at your desk, you grabbed your phone and opened up a browser, your fingers flying across the screen. within moments, you’d found him. detective colin zabel of delaware county. recently praised for solving a cold case involving a missing 10-year-old girl—a feat that had earned him respect in the force and beyond.

you couldn’t help but grin. of course he was the hero detective. it made perfect sense. but now that you knew who he was, it didn’t make the butterflies in your stomach any easier to ignore.

when mare had finally arrived, you watched the awkward interaction between the two of them. colin outstretched his hand only for her to disregard his formalities. you saw it coming, but it didn't make it any less painful to observe.

you waited until she had left (which wasn't very long) to discreetly travel over to the office. the door was open so you knocked on the frame.

"it's not personal. she's got a lot going on" you said with an understanding smile.

at the sound of your voice, colin turned around, giving a deflated chuckle towards your remark. "you er- saw that whole thing?"

"my desk is right there" you said, pointing, the two stacks of files barely touched. "sorry i kinda.. visually eavesdropped"

"no worries-" colin briefly smiled at your humorous confession then looked away. "uhhhhhh- did you need somethin'?"

"just wanted to introduce myself" you said, extending your hand out. "i'm y/n"

when he firmly took yours in his, your eyes couldn't help but flicker down and notice the veins that decorated them. a thought crossed your mind about where they might show up on other parts of his body.

"that's a pretty name"

you looked up from the grip your two hands were intertwined in, colin's attentive dark eyes on you.

"thank you.." you said softly, pulling away. shit, why were you out of breath? "uhm- i read about that... that case you solved? amazing work"

"oh- that was- i'm not-" he scratched the back of his head, trying to find words to minimize the accomplishment. you didn't know what was more attractive—hearing him stumble over his words or his humility. "we brought her home you know? that's what matters"

you nodded earnestly in response. "100%... well let me know if you need anythin'. i know people here can be a bit closed off but it's not all that bad."

"yeah thanks... nice to know i got a friend already" he smiled.

a friend... for now.

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seeing as he was always in the back of your mind, and you couldn't care less about filling out reports, daydreaming about colin became your favorite past time. and every smile, every corny joke he greeted you with only fueled your crush.

it wasn't long before you noticed he had his eyes on mare, but the way he stared at you while you spoke about your criminology major... crossing his built arms, leaning forward on his desk to show you he was really listening. the way he'd routinely check on you and stop by your desk to chat....

for god's sake he started to get you coffee every morning.

there had to be something there... right? something more between you than mere camaraderie.

you definitely thought so. and thought about it often.. in bed.

eyes closed, you pictured colin's body hovering over yours. you could discern his toned figure from the form fitted button-ups he wore.. he'd have absolutely no problem picking you up and turning you over, manhandling you... though he probably wouldn't. he's too sweet for that. so sweet... and yet no ring? colin seemed like the type of man who should've had a wife and 2 kids by now...

maybe you could be the one to give that to him.

not now of course.

one day though.

still thinking of him you reached down into your panties, playing with your delicate folds in the caring manner you imagined him to have.

"so beautiful" he'd whisper, pumping two slick digits in and out of you at a sensual pace.

gasping moans escaped from your mouth as your fingers moved faster, the squelching sound of your fluids filling the room.

"that's it... god, i love how y'sound..."

belt unbuckled, he'd pull down his pants and boxers in one swift motion revealing his hard cock ready to drive into you. from underneath your bed you grab your dildo—oversized and veiny as colin would be and removed your now-soaked underwear.

he'd smile against your lips as he slotted himself between your legs, your body accommodating as he entered. after he'd ask (quite endearningly) if you're okay, you'd quickly nod, giving him permission to continue.

you try to imagine the expression of lust on his face... the sound of his deep groans in your ear as you fucked yourself gently, attempting to emulate your bodies rocking together in synced movement, the riveting sensation of the veins against your walls sending shockwaves through your body.

"fuck... oh my god" you panted, feeling the heat build up in your core. you were close.

"let go, i've got you... taking me like this, you're doing so well... makin' me feel so good..."

you increase the pace at which you pummel the dildo into your quivering cunt, eyes rolling back as you reach your climax, your body left trembling.

with colin, your sure you'd probably both arrive at the same time.

but for now you just had to live with unsatisfaction of not feeling his warm release coating your insides.

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the next morning the chief had called you into his office.

a grin spread on your face as the he detailed the new program the department was implementing, how you'd finally be able to shadow an officer like you'd hoped when you first applied for the internship.

"any officer you have a preference to be paired with?"

you turned your head and caught colin's gaze through the office window. he was deep in conversation with mare, but when he noticed you, he gave a small wave. you smiled back, feeling a slight flutter.

"yeah, i’ve got someone in mind."

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extra note: part two coming (hopefully soon!) it'll be based off the song "busy woman"!

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[railingsofsorrow]

you are in love (taylor's version)

[spencer reid x reader]

SONG INSPIRATION » YOU ARE IN LOVE (TAYLOR'S VERSION) by taylor swift

summary: moments in which you realise you love him, but he has no idea.

pairing: s.reid x gn!reader

w.c: 2.4K

warnings/content: friends to lovers trope; angst because spencer is an oblivious idiot; case related discussion; fluff I promise; a whole paragraph in italics means it's a flashback.

A/N: sorry for the delay to post this I've been busy. hope you like it, have a great day <3

[part of the “taylor swift anthology”]

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❝ morning, his place 

burnt toast, sunday

you keep his shirt 

he keeps his word. ❞

“I thought we agreed that you were not allowed in the kitchen.”

Your voice startles Spencer for a second. He flinches while trying to pull the slight burned toast out of the toaster. Your mouth is pulled into a grin as you notice his messy curls on the top of his head, his hands working fast on turning the tap on to diminish the burning sensation on his fingers.

“I am not that terrible.” Spencer hisses, pouting at his red fingertips. “I can make breakfast... I think.”

“Without setting yourself on fire? I seriously doubt that.” You tease him, approaching his hunched frame over the sink. With a soft touch on his shoulder, you take his hand on yours and lead it towards the water. You nudge him playfully. “Thank you for this, it smells great.”

Spencer lets out a huff in protest but the corner of his lips betray him. His heartbeat as fast as a racing car as if he had been running away from someone, all because of your touch on him.

Last night was a rough one for you.

You didn't feel particularly great after a case and you completely shut down anyone who tried to talk to you. That included Spencer, but you weren't able to delay your conversation as he invited you over for a movie night, a request you could tell he needed as much as you did, and you ended up sleeping over at his place as many other times before. However, this time, it was different.

Not because you slept in one of his shirts and his smell lingered near you on the bed during the night but because you sobbed into his chest and he held you into his arms, comforting your shaky frame as his hands traveled across your back and neck with the utmost care in the world.

Although physical touch wasn't his forte, Spencer didn't seem bothered to cling to you the whole night, and his touch was more than welcomed by you. You fell asleep in his bed, in his shirt and in his hold. It was the best night sleep you've had in months.

❝ and for once, you let go

of your fears and your ghosts

one step, not much

but it said enough ❞

“You think it could work out?” You asked him one day in the middle of your chess match on your way back home. Everybody else was dozing off while the two of you remained in your own little bubble. Tired but not enough to refuse a chess game.

Spencer moved one of his pawns forward, eyes traveling up to you questioningly. “What could work out?”

“You know,” you trailed off, biting your lower lip distractedly as you thought about your next move. You were going to lose anyway, might as well make the best of it to not be a total fool in front of Spencer. He'd get pretty smug after he won and though you can admit that you found it endearing, you hated losing. “Two members on the team in a committed relationship.”

“The fraternization policy—”

“Spence, c'mon.” You give him a short laugh. “Forget the stupid fraternization policy. I want to know if you think it could work out.”

He was silent for a moment, pondering over your request and you could tell he was probably gathering as many statistics as he could to provide you an answer. Truthfully, you don't know why you had asked that. Your previous conversation had initiated because you commented that you still had not found a dress to Derek and Savannah's wedding, you had no idea why it ended up on that question. You blamed exhaustion for your poorly choice of topic.

“It depends on who you're talking about.”

You shrugged, crossing your leg over the other. “No one in particular. I was just... thinking.”

“If they manage to be professional while at work then I don't see how it would be a problem.” Spencer concludes, the corners of his lips twitching as he notices your slip. He wins the match not long after. Not that you were surprised.

“Would you do it?” You were responsible for the disturbance of silence once again, but the question has been hanging over your head since your previous conversation. What if it was... us? Would it work out? Has it ever gone through your mind like it has with mine? “Actually, don't answer that. It's none of my business, I'm just sleepy and asking dumb questions.”

“Yes.” He answered after a beat, lifting his attention from the book to you. His gaze piercing into your curious one. “If it was worth it.”

❝ you can hear it in the silence ❞

“You don't have to apologize for rambling.” You said, throwing a pillow at him after he suddenly cut himself off, blushed bright red and apologized. “I like to hear you talk. All the time.”

“All the time?” Spencer raised a questioning brow as if he didn't trust your words. You can see why, given that most of the people you know rudely interrupt him in the middle of his speech about something he's passionate about.

You nodded, your mouth slowly stretching into a soft smile. “Yes. All the time. I mean it.”

His honey brown eyes scanned you for a long minute before he resumes his explanation about why Jung's ideas seemed to make more sense than Freud's. You listened to it, chipping in every now and then with a hum or a simple question. You'd do anything to keep him speaking, Spencer's voice was calming as observing the ocean on an empty beach. It's quiet and grounding. Peaceful.

❝ one night he wakes

strange look on his face

pauses, then says

you're my best friend

and you knew what it was

he is in love ❞

At some point, you drift off with your head leaning on his shoulder. His fingers carefully brushing stray strands away from your lashes. He was always so careful with you.

“You're my best friend.” You are able to hear. You don't move. You don't breathe. The following statement makes you glad you don't, because you wouldn't act with your head but with your heart and you didn't know if that was wise at that moment. “What if I love you a little more than that?”

❝ you can hear it in the silence ❞

There is a coffee cup waiting for you on your usual place at the roundtable one morning. The logo from your favorite coffee shop and you could practically taste the drink before it was even in your mouth.

He always knew your favorite order. And it seemed like he'd rather get you coffee from a place on the other side of town before work than actually exchange words with you.

A week after you slept over at Spencer's place, it all changed too quickly. He stopped answering your texts and proceeded to avoid you as much as he could during cases. You really tried to find the reason of why that could be happening. Did you do something? Did you overwhelm him in some way? But again, how was it fair to be treated so cold by your best friend if you didn't even know what you did?

So you don't apologize. You just treat him the same way. But you don't hold onto that coldness for long, because after the evening came around and you earned a busted lip and a concussion from an Unsub, Spencer finally seems to acknowledge your presence. He doesn't leave your side for the whole time the paramedic is examining you.

“Thanks for the coffee,” you say, clenching your jaw after the paramedic finished their job. “Seems like you care for my wellbeing even if you're avoiding me.”

“Don't walk too fast. You still have a concussion.” He follows you as you walk towards the car. You turn around, too quicky for you liking cause your vision spins for a second until it focuses again. Spencer's about to say something, reprehend you, more likely, when you interrupt him with fury in your tone.

“And why do you care?” You fire at him. “It's not like you've been ignoring my entire presence for a week, is it?”

Spencer's widened eyes tell you he doesn't expect you to lash out like that.

“I- I haven't been ignoring you.” Spencer stumbles with words. Excuses. You let out a scoff, turn around and walk off to the second car Hotch would be driving. Rossi and Emily are talking amongst themselves when you enter the backseat and shut it without a second word.

Emily eyes both your figure inside the car and Spencer helplessly weighing his options of going after you or letting you go.

He decides on the latter, she observes as he retreates back to the other car where JJ, Derek and Blake are already getting ready to leave.

Upon arriving back at Quantico, the first thing you did was say your goodbyes to everyone and immediately head to grab your stuff on your desk, observing the remaining twenty manila folders for a split of second until you harshly decided on going home and finish them tomorrow.

“I am not avoiding you- Not, not on purpose.” Spencer clenches the strap of his satchel, watching you freeze as you are about to open your car door. You hadn't give it much thought when he left at the same time you did since you always parked close and he would probably ignore you again. You're tired of playing games, if he wanted to withdraw from your life without a reasonable explanation, then so be it. Well, at least for tonight. You need at least one good night sleep without Spencer Reid controlling your mind. “I'm sorry.”

You turn around quickly, not realising how close he is until both of you took a step back as if you have been burned. With pink cheeks from either the cold or embarassement, you cross your arms trying to get a grip on yourself, focusing on his shoulder rather than his eyes.

“Why are you apologising?”

Silence envelopes the two of you and you actually think he had walked away and you had been left by yourself in the parking lot without an answer. However, when you lift your gaze, you're met with soft brown eyes studying you with awe.

He doesn't look away when he realise you caught him staring. Spencer is tired of avoiding you. Avoiding this.

“I was a coward.” Spencer let out a shaky breath. “I was scared and-and that made me a coward. I never wanted to cause a rift in our friendship-”

“It's too late for that, Reid.”

Spencer flinches as if he's been slapped. You hold back your wince. You don't mean to be cruel with your words but your lack of sleep and stress from the last case were making you feel sick of interacting with another human being. Even Spencer, who you would never get tired of. Maybe his childish behavior had contributed to that.

Don't call me that. You never call me that.

He takes one step closer and then one more towards you.

“I have feelings for you.” Spencer breathes out as if he's been holding it for a while — well, he had. “I didn't know how to— I didn't want to lose you and I was terrified to do something that—” his stuttering is enough for you to see how nervous he was. You have no idea where it all came from, but there wasn't an ounce of hesitation as he confessed and his eyes glint with a newfound determination. You suck in a deep breath as he says the next words. “I love you as more... as more than a best friend.”

“You're my best friend.”

“What if I love you a little more than that?”

“... so I avoided you because I didn't want to ruin us. I... I'd rather be your friend than lose you for good. Did I ruin that too?”

What if it was... us? Would it work out?

“For an IQ of 187 you sure can be dumb sometimes.” You utter in disbelief, all of the cold of the night giving place to the warmth of a familiar feeling bumping through your chest.

Spencer gives you a puzzled look, hurt flashing through his gaze. “What?”

“Spencer,” you let out in a whisper, seeking for his hand slowly. “do you remember when I asked you if two people in the team could work out in a committed relationship?”

A frown etches into his forehead.

“Yes,” he answers carefully.

You bite back a smile, fingers raising from his arms to his shoulders until you can reach the back of his neck. Spencer is focused on your eyes, completely hypnotized.

“You told me it could work out—

“... If it was worth it.”

“... if it was worth it.” Your lips quirk up as his hands lower to fit perfectly around your waist. Your noses barely touching. Personal space becoming a an unknown language between the two of you. “Well, I happen to think this is very much worth it and it wouldn't ruin anything.”

His eyes lower to your lips for a short moment. “It wouldn't?”

“No. Mostly because I haven't exactly been discreet about it and I have no idea how you didn't realise but... I love you too, Spencer.”

His eyes snap to yours, hands tightening instinctively around your waist which made you slightly weak in your knees. “You— what? How?”

Raising a brow in amusement, you smirk, “you're asking me how I love you?”

“I—no. I don't— I just didn't... expect that.” I can see that. “You feel the same? You have feelings for me?”

Your exhale, caressing his cheek fondly. “Yes, Spencer.”

Spencer. Not Reid.

Spencer.

His gaze once again falls to your parted lips. “Then I was an idiot.”

You chuckle, nodding in agreement. “Pretty much. Yeah.”

A large grin spreads across his mouth, so wide you'd think it might split his pretty face in two. God, you missed that. You missed him. Everything about him.

❝ you are in love. . .

“Can I kiss you?”

You scoff, pulling him closer by the tie, “Finally, I thought you'd never make a move.” Then your lips crash as if you are two people starved for weeks and the only thing keeping you alive is each other.

true love. ❞

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taglist: @lilyviolets ; @whore-for-spencer-reid; @yeonalie

[akirathedramaqueen]

There's one piece of concept art that made me see the entire Apology Tour disaster in a different light.

So, we've been talking with @warblogs17282 about Stolitz and how their break-up ended up playing out in the 'Apology Tour' episode.

Why ended up? Well, there's a collection of concept art which, to my limited understanding of this craft, is one of the first steps in the production process of animation. This post by @birdy-babe includes a great chunk of it, shared by artists after the episodes aired (like storyboards, but much more stylised, showing how different some original ideas were). Long story short, one of the concept arts from the 'Apology Tour' episode suggests their quarrel was originally meant to be much harsher.

A short summary of the concept art to see what we are dealing with

In the background, you see a lot of apology postcards and silly cutesy stationery, suggesting Blitzø is in the middle of his Apology Tour.

The contact name isn't 'Stols' but 'Bird Dick,' implying their relationship is at an earlier stage, with less respect—at least on Blitzø's part.

There's a photo partially cut by the edge of the messages screen. From the signature gloves and boots, cowboy hat covering Blitzø's private parts, and visible nipples, it appears to be a nude image—replaced in later stages of development with stupid gay affirmation memes (as hard as it is to believe, I couldn't imagine there could be anything worse than the Striker horse gay jokes... well, it could, my dudes, it fucking COULD).

There are three messages, one of which is unsent:

"Stolas, cum awwwwwwn, u no u want it :)"—likely attached to the nude;

"Dude just talk to me"—desperation crawls in; he finally realises the shit has hit the fan;

"Im sowwy :("—an apology, but the text remains unsent, perhaps because it seems pointless, given that the 'Not Delivered' notifications and warning signs indicate Stolas has blocked his number.

Why do I find this fascinating, and why does it fill me with immense hope?

Because they still fucking care so much, and neither has completely closed the door on the other. By comparing the concept art to the final product, you can see how many intentional choices were made in dialogue, visuals, and behaviour to make it clear that these two idiots still want things to continue. Stolitz is meant to fucking live.

Now, if you want to see some comparisons—evidence, really—let's dive into each other's changes, focusing on what we can gather from the concept art.

Blitzø's side

Change 1—thank gods, no nudes. The gay memes are sillier and a bit lighter. Of course, they still showcase utter disrespect, a horrible prejudice against sexuality, and a poor understanding of how deeply Stolas was hurt, but I find them... less bad.

Change 2—no more 'Bird Dick.' Blitzø has actually come up with a real nickname for Stolas! Feelings are boring for you, huh, Blitzø? I can almost hear the song’s lines: "O-oh, hooked, addicted you might say, conflicted in a way…"

Change 3—Blitzø's attempts to apologize now show much more contemplation. Since Stolas hasn’t blocked him, Blitzø knows his words aren’t just being thrown into the void. Although the 'unsent' detail remains, it now carries real weight and impact.

All three changes are seen in these two GIFs.

He knows he did wrong. He knows he wants to salvage it. He might not yet know how to do it healthily, but he tries—he tries so fucking hard!

Look at the range of raw, cutting emotions as he speaks to Stolas and finally delivers his apology—probably the only one he genuinely meant. Well, maybe except for Verosika, a bit later.

It's not that it's hard for Blitzø to say 'sorry'—we've seen him do it a lot lately. He's actually quick to apologise and take responsibility, so Stolas's remark about him not feeling any remorse couldn’t be further from the truth. But the fact that he isn't running away this time—chasing after Stolas and trying his best to mend things—is drastically different from how he treated Verosika back then.

Stolas's side

Here’s the moment that struck me deep. It’s the only change, since the concept art shows Blitzø’s POV, but it’s such a significant one.

Do you think Stolas has moved on? Do you think he’s done with Blitzø? Not convinced, even when he’s literally singing about still wanting Blitzø?

Well, here’s your proof—he didn’t block Blitzø. They scrapped that.

More than that, the entire interaction emphasizes that Stolas isn’t pushing Blitzø away for good.

How do I know this? Stolas is very insistent on using phrases like 'for now,' 'right now,' and 'now' throughout his attempts to tell Blitzø off.

Here are some citations:

"I was hoping my lack of 'ha-ha's' in response to the photos you sent me would be an indicator I didn't want to talk right now."

"Seeing you right now is hard!"

"I'm tired of this! I'm uncomfortable with how you're speaking to me now!"

Why is this so important? Because he isn’t asking Blitzø to leave him forever. All he’s asking for is time.

Even while hurt, Stolas gives Blitzø plenty of chances to explain himself civilly. Look at the hopeful glances each time Blitzø shows any glimpse of genuineness.

Stolas fucking hopes Blitzø will take back all the cruel things said and brash actions done.

You know, Stolas... I've spent the entirety of this morning listening to love ballads, and that was...

For what?! You want me to be like, "Oh sorry, this entire time I assumed the worst because I was convinced a prince could never love someone like me and I've let my self-hatred stop me from apologising to anyone I could ever care about!"

You see the furrowed brows and the sad look? Stolas hopes for the best... but gets the worst because Blitzø isn’t there yet.

I’d even go so far as to say Stolas is acutely aware that Blitzø uses his brashness as a shield to protect himself. He literally sang about it in 'Just Look My Way.'

Unless it's me? And no matter what in this world I could give, it's not enough to get through these walls you've conjured up to live.

So, what gives?

Is this the behaviour of people who want to give up on a relationship they still clearly hold dear?

No. Even when they’re angry, aggressive, hurt, or drunk, they still seek understanding and forgiveness. They continue to listen and try.

They might lack the skills and may choose the wrong time, place, or words to express what truly matters...

One person, scared of being rejected so much that he unconsciously conveys this message by saying, "You don’t have to stay here with me," and carrying it throughout the whole conversation...

The other, coming to terms with his feelings, admits them, and his fears, a bit too late—when his romantic interest is too drunk to comprehend anything…

And in both cases—self-loathing, self-hatred, doubts, scars, trauma… and a lack of hope.

But there is hope. No, this is reassurance, my folks.

You know when it's hardest to stay in a relationship? When it’s hardest to come and say, "I am sorry," when it’s hardest to still love the person?

When you’re hurt. When they’ve hurt you.

And, despite that, you still come to them and still want to talk to them.

If this isn’t ironclad evidence that this is more than just a fling or a couple of fun sex dates, I don’t know what is.

And the 'Apology Tour' fucking proves it, rather than ruins it. It only strengthens the point. It’s easy to live in happiness, but it’s so hard to go through it while you’re in pain. When you see them doing that, you realise it means everything to them.

Stolitz is to live.

[adiluv-moved]

✦ : ❝ 𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞 !

꒰synopsis꒱ in which you’re hurt, and it affects scaramouche far more than he’d like to admit. 1165 words.

꒰warnings꒱ angst, non-graphic mentions of injuries and blood, scaramouche needs a hug and a hot cup of tea ꒰as a treat꒱.

꒰adi moment꒱ literally cannot stop naming my fics after songs! genuinely so fun! anyway, it's been a while since i've written any angst, so here's an attempt at writing some for mr. mouche! i hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི..◜ᴗ◝..꒱ྀི১

Bright lights, foreign machinery, gloved hands, white fabric stained red. The oppressive stench of antiseptic weighs heavy in the air, tainted only by the faint hint of something metallic, and were his mechanical body capable of accomplishing such a fear, Scaramouche is certain that it would’ve caused him to faint.

Pushing past patients and staff alike, he comes to deem the hypothetical preferable. A mercy, really, one that his creator was much too cruel to bestow upon him, one that he knew the Doctor would loathe to bless him with. What he wouldn’t give to lie back down on that cold vivisection table, gears and wires jutting out of porcelain skin. To have been in the right place at the right time, to have been attacked in your stead, to see you carrying on at one of the many other Fatui camps, none the wiser as to the tortures he’s endured. For your sake, no less.

꒰Because he could handle it. Because those wounds would heal.꒱

Scaramouche doesn’t think he’ll survive a fourth betrayal. 

He bumps into a particularly rowdy patient, then, catches himself as she’s sent stumbling into a wall. The coat of her uniform, worn proudly atop her medical gown, looks more akin to something out of a Fontainian horror film than official garb, ripped up and stained to an almost unrecognizable state. One of the injured, clearly. One of the other soldiers by your side. So why was it that she could walk around just fine?

The blood drains from her face as she whirls around to confront him, a look of abject horror taking the place of her previous scowl. Static wells up in the air, and she quickly kneels, though her body seems to protest the sudden movement. Insults swirl around in his mind, and Electro gathers at his fingertips, yet he finds himself paralyzed before her, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted as she trembles. Like a leaf caught in the midst of a hurricane.

Somewhere out in the Inazuman countryside, a child plucks one off a branch, bright red pressed against his cheek to match his dutifully applied eyeliner. An abrupt gust of wind rips it from the tiny hand, whisking it away to someplace neither can follow. The boy tries anyway. The puppet finds that he can’t keep up.

꒰The boy slips out of his sight entirely.꒱

The pit within his chest grows impossibly larger, the bāchīs attached to his hat colliding with her figure as he turns around. She breathes out a sigh of relief, and he hears somebody rush over to help her up. He’d deal with it later.

Save for your unconscious body, your hospital room is empty when he arrives. A small table sits before your bed, and a bouquet of unbloomed flowers obscures the view of your face, droplets of water condensing on the surface of the clear vase. This is not done for other patients, he knows. A small part of him can’t help but wonder whether the gesture was for your sake or his.

He’s hardly in control of his limbs as he enters the space, closes his eyes only to see glances of a golden feather and fire and blood dripping out of an ornate, handheld box, and—His fingers curl around the top rail of a chair, pulling it to your bedside. A small, shaky, pathetic noise escapes him as he sits, a hand shooting up to readjust the hat sitting atop his head. The bells attached to it mock him. It takes an embarrassing amount of self-restraint to keep from throwing it across the room, though he eventually settles for laying it onto the floor beside him. 

Scaramouche doesn’t think he’ll survive a fourth betrayal.

There is something fragile, foul, and bloody resting inside of your chest. Like a winding key, almost, he remembers the blacksmiths telling him, a tool that powers humans, not unlike the electricity that powered him. A heart. 

He had wanted one of his own, once, back when he was young and stupid. So he could feel, just as humans felt. So he could love, just as humans loved. So he could be, just as humans did. But he was smarter, now, outgrown the foolish name he’d been given, the banal traditions taught to him, the disgusting emotions that they’d once defiled his hollow chest with. And only now, in some sick twist of fate, was his childish dream finally realized.

꒰What have you done to him?꒱

His fingertips tentatively graze over the middle of your bandaged chest, almost as if you were made of glass, almost as if he feared that his touch might shatter you. He could shatter you, really, if he wanted to; would, even, if it were anybody else lying before him. You’re lucky in that sense, he muses, yet it seemed that not even luck could lessen the extent of your injuries. You were human, after all. Inherently weak. Easily breakable. Why you so foolishly chose to rush into battle rather than wait for his return, he doubts even the Goddess of Wisdom would be able to understand.

꒰He could’ve protected you. Why didn’t you let him protect you?꒱

You don’t stir as he moves his chair closer, wood scraping against wood until his legs are pressed uncomfortably against the side of the mattress. Although he refuses to worship any God, he finds himself praying that your eyes don’t suddenly shoot open to witness him in such a demeaning state. You’ve never taken your wounds seriously, after all, and he doubts he’d be able to handle your asinine nonchalance. More than that, however, should the pain overwhelm you past your limit, he knows he won’t be able to handle your grief.

He sucks in a breath, unnecessary as it is. Then another, only to find it catching in his throat. His hands tremble, and he bows his head. He, the Balladeer. He, the son of Baal. He, a discarded puppet, lays his head directly atop your heart, hangs onto its every beat like a devout, and sullies your bandages with the tears of a failed creation.

You’re here with him. Unconscious, but breathing. It is not enough, but it will do, at least for the time being. Because you’ll wake up. Because you have to. Because he loves you, like a fool, like humans do.

Because Scaramouche doesn’t think he’ll survive a fourth betrayal.

A nurse enters your room the next morning, golden rays of light streaming through the window and onto your bed. The Balladeer sleeps alongside you, hands clutching desperately onto the fabric of the thick coat now carefully draped over your body. His makeup is smudged, red eyeliner streaking down his face, the gorgeous strands of his indigo hair splayed out messily around him. They consider waking him, though the thought is quickly abandoned. Even they know to choose their battles wisely. 

꒰A tear slides down his cheek. They close the door behind them when they leave.꒱

[rainba]

Behind the Building ღ

A/N: Hi :3 Wrote this so that I could practice writing Ace some more... Getting his personality down and stuff. ( ´ ꒳ ` ) Very self-indulgent...

CW/tags: face fucking, semi-public sex, GN reader, smoking…?, Ace being Ace

Kind of porn without plot.....? A little bit of plot.

18+, NSFW, MDNI.

The summer air outside was terribly hot and humid– almost to the point of being unbearable.

But within the venue, everything was just right. Gathered inside the building was a crowd roaring with energy, dancing and jumping to the sound of the fast-paced beat, tapping their feet and bouncing with the rhythm. 

And up on stage was nobody other than Ace, the one who carried the entire band on his shoulders.

Sweat trickled down his skin as he passionately screamed the lyrics of his newest songs, his pale hands working an electric guitar as he looked out into the crowd. Everyone standing before him… Or at least most of them… They were all his fans. Fans of his work, fans of his personality, fans of everything he had to offer. It was addicting.

Being accepted by so many people was addicting.

His guitar pick moved faster still as he continued playing his metal tunes, grinning even wider as the crowd cheered louder. The energy surging through the room was palpable. But alas, as with everything, it all had to come to an end. The hours and minutes passed in the blink of an eye, everyone was coming down from their highs, and the show came to a positive end.

Tonight was yet another success.

“Hell yeah, that ruled!” Ace gave his singular other bandmate a high-five as they exited the stage, their hearts pounding within their chests as they went to pack their things. The way everybody screamed their names was so exciting, intoxicating, thrilling– but… There was something bothering Ace.

As he went backstage and returned his guitar to its case, he couldn’t stop thinking about one person in particular: you.

During the entire show, he had been subconsciously looking for you. Were you hidden in the back? Were you listening to him while hanging out at the bar? Were you hidden behind some random, inconveniently placed pole?

Did… Did you even show up?

These thoughts plaguing Ace’s mind were overwhelming– and far too negative for his liking. He needed to step outside for a second.

“Yo, I’ll be back soon! I’m gonna go out for a smoke.” Ace waved at his fellow band member, to which they smiled and waved back. When he stepped outside, Ace noticed that there was a large crowd forming near the entrance. There were whispers among them– as well as laughter.

“Dude– somebody knocked over the porta potty! Someone was still in there!”

“Whaaaat- no way dude! That’s hilarious!”

“Woah… That’s sick and twisted.”

…Intriguing. But Ace didn’t have time to come take a look– he needed to smoke and get the stress out of his system.

Sneaking out back, Ace pulled out a white lighter and leaned against the dark brick wall of the building, sighing while running one hand through his soft hair. He tried his best to ignore the heat.

Ace knew smoking was bad– but he couldn’t help himself. It was one of his only bad habits… And everyone should be allowed to have at least one bad thing that they do, right? Right…?

With yet another sigh, Ace lit the cigarette and put it to his lips, closing his eyes for a second.

And in that short second, someone snuck up on him and scared the life out of him.

“Ace! What did I tell you about smoking!?”

Ace yelped as you ran up to him and took the stick from his mouth, gripping it between your fingers. At first, he was shocked and angry, but those feelings quickly faded as his eyes met yours.

“Woah– y-you came! You actually showed up!!”

Ace grinned and laughed as he nearly tackled you over, his arms wrapping around your body while he forced you into a tight embrace. The cigarette was quickly forgotten.

“Uhh… Of course I showed up. Why would I miss one of your shows?” You gently pushed him away as you stepped back, the humidity in the air making any and all physical contact uncomfortable. But Ace only stepped closer.

“I… I dunno! I just…” Sheepishly, he scratched the back of his head.

“W-well, anyways. Did you like it?! Did you have fun?” His eyes looked to you for approval, putting his fragile heart in your hands as he asked for your opinion. You nodded.

“Of course I had fun– I always love your shows!”

Your words of praise– that’s all he needed. Honestly, that’s all he ever needs. Once again, his arms spread out wide as he pulled you into another warm hug.

“Awesome!! I can’t wait for you to come to my next one too!”

Without realizing it, he had you pinned against the wall, trapping you between himself and the building. There was nobody else around- they were all too distracted by the incident out front.

Nobody would be able to hear you two.

“And the one after that– and the one after that!” He was giggling so innocently, so sweetly. “How’d you like that one song I performed? Y’know– my most popular one–” Ace’s hands grabbed yours. “The one I made for you.”

Ace continued to push you for more and more compliments; he was addicted to hearing them, after all. Constantly seeking your approval. It was cute.

Perhaps Ace truly was a little innocent and oblivious, or perhaps he was just purposefully ignoring it, but… He was incredibly hard. And his bulge was pushing directly into you. 

How easy it would be to mess with him…

“I loved all of your songs,” you spoke softly. Ace opened his mouth to reply, but you quickly cut him off.

“Actually. Can you sing one more time for me tonight?”

Slightly, he tilted his head to the side. “Huh? You want me to sing again–?” Ace looked confused as you switched positions with him. Instead of you being pressed against the wall, it was him leaning against it. He still didn’t catch on to what was happening… Not until you started getting on your knees.

His face turned a dark shade of red.

“W-woah– woah– What are… What are you doing?”

Ace’s breathing grew heavier as you started to unzip his baggy pants, your half-lidded eyes staring hungrily at his bulge. He couldn’t stop the way his hands reached up to cover his mouth.

“You performed so well tonight! And you tried to smoke again– so… Clearly you need something to take the edge off. How about I help you?”

Slowly, teasingly, you stuck your tongue out and licked his length from over his boxers, and he whined loudly. “Ah–ahh–! Wait, wait… Hold on, slow down!” His hips bucked and twitched against your lips as you teased his cock. “W-what if… What if someone walks back here and catches us?! Shouldn’t… Shouldn’t we, um, go somewhere private?”

Despite saying that, he looked as if he didn’t want to move at all. In fact, his hands moved over to the back of your head, pushing your face closer to his crotch. He was so hot; so sweaty and needy. His body ached to be touched even more.

Instead of answering him, you grabbed the hem of his boxers and pushed them down, his length springing free from its restraints. Precum was already leaking from the tip.

Ace needed to be sucked off so badly.

With a small wink, you began to tease the head with your tongue, licking it while your hands reached out and massaged the base of his length. Ace nearly stumbled and fell backwards as he used the wall for support.

“O-oh— Oh… Oh fuck…”

A shakey whimper escaped his throat as you went to work on him. God, he was now happier than ever that you showed up to his performance. All those sleepless nights of writing songs for you and practicing them was entirely worth it. You looked so perfect as you gave his body some much-needed love and attention.

“Tastes so good…” You murmured as you put more of him inside your mouth. “Want more.” 

Ace’s length was almost too big– but you were willing to take it. Just for him.

And Ace was so happy that you could. He couldn’t help but roll his hips and gently thrust into your mouth.

“Fuck, f-fuck, fuck…”

Ace could barely form a coherent sentence as his body began to melt under your touch. Your mouth was so damn tight; so warm and hot and wet. He bit down on his bottom lip as he tried his hardest to let you have control. But…

But it was too much.

“I– I’m s-sorry– So sorry–!” 

Roughly, Ace shifted your all’s positions. Instead of him being pressed against the wall, it was you– but with one his hands, he made sure that your head wouldn’t hit the bricks.

“Please, please… Suck it more, please…” He begged and whined as his pace slowly began to pick up, your saliva dripping down his skin as he pushed himself all the way in and out of your mouth. Over and over again.

His body trembled as his pace randomly switched between fast and slow– rough, then sensual. The entire time he fucked your mouth, he stared down at you with pure adoration and love in his eyes.

“I love you,” he sang as his thick cock abused the back of your throat. Whenever you choked and gagged, he’d slow down, only to immediately pick up his pace again.

“I’ll… I’ll write my next song about you, too! And the next one… And the next… Hahh…”

Ace’s fingers dug into your hair as he grew even rougher, your mouth nearly becoming a fleshlight to him. He couldn’t think straight; you were so fucking sexy, and your mouth felt so good.

You moaned sweetly as he fucked your face even faster, vibrating against his sensitive dick. The more you did it, the closer to the edge he became.

��F-fuck, more! More… Please!” His voice cracked.

“Whatever you do… Don’t… Don’t stop.”

Ace pushed his cock impossibly deep into your throat, your nose pressed firmly up against his glistening body. Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes as the heat of his orgasm was catching up to him. He spread his legs further apart as he sandwiched you between his hips and the wall, one of his hands still providing cushion for your skull.

“P-please, let me cum, and… And I’ll… M-make it up to you later. I promise!”

At this point, he truly was singing– his moans were so sweet and loud. He didn’t care if the two of you got caught anymore. Besides… If someone were to see, then that would just mean everyone knows you belong to him. Right?

Right…

Ace pulled out for a split second before thrusting slower, wanting to enjoy your love and attention for just a little bit longer. With his one free hand, he reached down and lovingly stroked your cheek, smiling widely.

“You’re so, so amazing.”

And with a few more powerful jerks of his hips, he felt himself coming undone inside your throat, lovingly crying out your name all the while. His cock twitched as thick, hot ropes entered your mouth– but Ace didn’t expect you to swallow.

However, when he looked down and watched you do so, his heart stopped in his chest.

You truly were… Perfect.

Ace was quick to pull you up to your feet, catching you off guard as he passionately kissed your lips.

“I– I love you!” He proclaimed loudly. “I… I promise…” He kissed your lips again.

“I promise I’ll return the favor!”

[broomsick]

regarding your "we aren't meant to fear the Gods" - I agree, but do have any advice on how not to fear them? There's someone who's called out to me and I want to work with him, but he honestly kind of intimidates me

Hi there!

This is quite the relevant question, and I’m actually glad you asked. To be honest with you, this sort of nervousness is part of so, so many aspects of our lives. To feel intimidated before stepping into something new is inevitable, at least for most of us. But we are also nervous before making a new friend, or traveling somewhere new! Taking the leap is what makes the difference. So before diving into detail, I’ll give you this first piece of advice: if you want to work with this deity, take the leap!

I can tell you that being intimidated by the divine is a fully natural reaction, and it’s not one that’s meant to be stamped down or ignored. The nerves are your way to protect yourself in the face of the unknown. The process of trusting a deity works in the same way as trusting a new friend. See it this way: working with a new deity is exactly like meeting somebody new! You don’t need to jump head first into a deep connection. You can take it step by step, and most importantly, allow yourself to stumble and learn with time.

You’re allowed to start at the beginning: by introducing yourself, even if it seems silly! There’s no such thing as embarrassment before the Gods. And in my personal opinion, if this deity has reached out to you in some way, then they are already interested in knowing you! Talk to them about yourself and what you know about them!

If it helps, I’ll tell you something that I’ve learned after years of being polytheistic. The Gods are remarkably like us. I know I’m repeating something that I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but bear with me. They are as beautiful as they are flawed, and they are not all-powerful. They have their own personalities and presences, just like we do. And more importantly: they are nothing to be afraid of. In my experience, and I’m sure lots of fellow pagans would agree, they are warm, kind and caring. No deity will be angry at you for wanting to work with them. Lots of them have been worshipped for centuries after all! They are eager to guide and to help.

Now, I’ve tried not to make this post too long, but I’ve written down a few ideas of things you could engage in in order to loosen your nerves!

Write him a letter! Something to introduce yourself and share your thoughts about him, as well as your concerns.

Look into other people you know who have worshipped him, if there are. How have they experienced his presence?

Send him a short prayer, and stay in tune with how praying to him generally feels.

Play some ambient noises, or ambient music, close your eyes and meditate on him. How do you picture him? What feelings do you associate with him? Just spend a moment fully focusing on your perception of him as a God.

Start incorporating a few elements of his worship into your daily life! For example if he’s associated with a particular animal, then carry a representation of this animal around (same thing goes for any of his symbolism).

Start noticing what songs remind you of him, and why. You might even make a playlist using these songs!

You could also start noticing what activities remind you of him, and invite him to join you (I practice I engage in and which I’ve detailed here).

I hope my little response helps you gather the courage to take this leap. Deity work is rewarding beyond words, no matter the deity. All are so different and all have so much to teach.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Villian x Hero dancing at a Hero/Villian Peace Gala, talking about how they are going to kill each other, then one of them is all like "well if you'd go through all that effort then you might as well xxxx" and then the conversation gets very dangerously suggestive.

Henchman and Sidekick drinking punch in the bg: If they're not already doing it, they start tonight frfr

"I don't know if I'm allowed to say this—" the villain pulled the hero by their waist against their own body "—but you look quite lovely tonight."

"Careful. I'm still very much willing to gut you. Right here, right now."

The villain faked a gasp.

"With all these people around? I admire such boldness." They smiled sweetly and the hero had the sudden urge to smack their dance partner. "You really don't care about being indecent in public, do you?"

Their voice was low and as sweet as honey. The villain really knew how to make an impression. After all, they weren't an unimportant player in all of this. Most people here didn't realise it but in reality, the villain was as powerful as the queen on a chessboard. Hidden from view, they had pulled the strings to arrange a peace treaty.

However. However.

The hero didn't know why. Which was why they were still on guard. All of the most important people gathering in one building sounded like the perfect opportunity to execute a plan.

"Well, you know I'm all action. We don't need to talk for too long." The hero's hand slid down the villain's chest and found their waist. They grabbed it and before the villain realised, the hero was taking over the lead, guiding the villain in dancing. As for the moment, the villain didn't seem to mind. In fact, their smirk only grew.

"Ugh, but I'm good at it," the villain replied. They let the hero guide them and rolled with their eyes. Had the agency agreed a little too soon to the terms? Was the villain hiding something? The hero scanned the room briefly but they couldn't spot anything too suspicious.

They noticed their sidekick's eyes on them, though. With the villain's henchman right next to them. Even though the hero had told the sidekick several times that communications with the enemy was dangerous, the sidekick kept talking to the henchman.

And pointing out to the hero that they were a hypocrite.

Suddenly, the hero felt a little too displayed for viewing and in that exact moment, they felt the villain's hand on theirs.

"Eyes on me, darling." They brought the hero's hand back to their own shoulder, seizing power once again when their hand went down the hero's body. "I want you to look at me when you're dropping my organs all over the dancefloor."

"You know that's not my style." The hero tried not to think about the people watching them. It must've looked quite intimate. The villain was close, was holding them gently.

And the hero — such a fool — was actually letting this happen.

"How would you do it?" the villain asked, quite softly. "You don't like the drama, I know that. So, I'm curious. Poison? Gun shot? Stabbing?"

The song changed to a much slower pace and the hero involuntarily grabbed the villain's forearm. If there was any danger, if the villain was betraying them, the hero wasn't sure if their little heart could get over that.

Unfortunately, the villain was good with their words and their promises. But they had lied before, they had betrayed the hero and they had (the hero would've never admitted this) broken their heart many times. The villain's apologies seemed to be honest and yet, both of them got hurt equally. The hero hadn't always been a sunshine either.

"I would strangle you," the hero answered and the villain looked at them as if the hero was their most prized possession. "With my hands around your throat. And your hands around my wrists."

The villain seemed to be satisfied with that answer.

"And you would look into my eyes?"

"Certainly."

"Kiss me goodbye?"

"Now you're taking it a bit far."

The villain chuckled softly and if the hero hadn't known better, they would've said the villain was blushing. Maybe involuntarily, they pulled the hero closer.

"That's the perfect way to go out," they said. The hero felt the villain's breath on their neck and goosebumps spread all over their back. If the villain betrayed them…"That's the only way I want it."

"What do you have in store for me?" the hero asked. The villain had the impressive talent to distract the hero so much that the hero couldn't tell up from down.

"I haven't thought about it yet," the villain mumbled.

"Boring." The hero looked at them and embarrassingly, their eyes dropped.

"Some painless poison maybe," the villain answered. Maybe the villain wasn't planning anything. Maybe this was the end of the cycle. The hero dared to hope. God, the hero really wanted more of them. Just a little.

"That's considerate," they whispered, rather talking to themselves than to the villain. Trusting the villain wasn’t easy. But the hero wanted it.

At first they just stared at the hero with that stupid smile on their face but then, slowly, the villain leaned towards them. Out of instinct, the hero grabbed the villain's forearm again as their heartbeat echoed in their ears. One hand was on the hero's waist, the other taking their hand.

When was the last time the hero had kissed anyone? God, it was months, maybe even years ago. The hero hadn't realised it but they had always hoped this one person would make a move. This one villain. They didn't know what to do, didn't know where to put their hands. A peck? A smooch? French kiss?

The villain was already close, lips nearly touching the hero's and as the hero excitedly panicked, they closed their eyes, trying to relax.

However, suddenly, right before the villain’s lips were on the hero’s, the villain's thumb pressed into the hero's side, making the latter giggle and jolt.

"Stop it," the hero hissed but the grin was glued to their face. They were diabolically ticklish and the villain was aware of that.

"You really didn't think you'd get a kiss for free, did you? You're really the indecent one." The villain shook their head, smiling, and the hero cursed in their mind. "I might know a place where we could get...some privacy."

The villain really knew how to handle the hero. They knew the words, the moves, the pace. They knew what the hero wanted and the hero was tired of questioning the villain's action every time.

In the corner of their eyes, the hero noticed their sidekick. But they didn’t care that much about what they thought of them anymore.

If the villain wanted to betray them, they would. If they wanted to break the hero's heart, they would. One last time, the hero was ready to trust them fully with no suspicions. One last chance.

"Yes. After you."

Unbeknownst to them, that was all the villain desired. Just one last chance.

[uplatterme]

Cherry Wine

—sub!kaeya/dom!reader, transmasc!kaeya/gn!reader | implied fwb relationship, fwb to lovers, hurt/comfort | mentioned nipple play, fingering (kaeya!receiving), edging, semi-public handjob (kaeya!receiving), mention of kaeya’s tcock like once though anatomy is kept pretty vague and gender-neutral

—kinda based on cherry wine by grentperez, that song has been on replay for days.

It’s not unusual for the Knights of Favonius to have these sorts of events, gatherings were held to provide some sort of bonding amongst other knights. A teambuilding activity, if you will.

He holds a glass of dandelion wine and the aroma reminds him of his…The smell reminds him of Angel’s Share and the said owner of that bar who isn’t here, and what he wouldn’t give to be in his position.

He stands idly in a secluded space, not wanting to catch the attention of the others who seem to be having a much more enjoyable time than he is.

His eyes wander around, examining his colleagues and other guests socializing.

The Cavalry Captain spots you and then out of nowhere, his hand is moving on its own, forcing him to drink the rest of the alcohol to hide the creeping blush starting to show on his face.

He turns around and faces the wall which is probably more suspicious than him just standing there alone, now that he thinks about it. However, he’d rather be caught dead than have you say something about him staring at you.

See, conversing with you isn’t really a problem. After all, you two have been friends ever since and even perform some acts that the average friendship doesn’t usually account for. Suffice to say, the knight trusts you a lot.

However, Kaeya might have stepped over that line a week ago…which is why he’s ignoring every letter you’ve sent to him. 

My Kaeya, I apologize for not meeting up with you lately. I have been stumped with the new work that Jean has assigned me for the rest of the week. Here are some flowers that I’ve gathered while I’m out in Liyue. I hope they won’t wither by the time you get this letter. I miss you.

He internally screams once he remembers the contents of that letter. A lovely bouquet of qingxin, one which he immediately freezes to keep alive for as long as he possibly can. You were really too nice of a friend to him.

You’ve always referred to him as “My Kaeya” ever since the first letter you formally sent. So he assumes it’s a friendly term to refer to him, something that he shouldn’t read further into if he doesn’t want to get his feelings hurt.

Also, it may or may not be his fault that you were assigned that many workloads from Jean…

He already messed up last week.

He tried to forget about it, but it’s impossible to forget when your fingers were inside of him, his juices soaking the sheets while your tongue had its way with his chest, nibbling his nipples just the way he likes them as your saliva trails down from his scars to his stomach.

It wasn’t even that bad. Literally, there were worse times when you two got at it like two wolves in heat, yet somehow that was when his mind just decided to spew out those three specific words.

He sounded like he was enjoying himself on a honeymoon with his newlywed. What was he thinking… he could have moaned out literally anything else. Hell, he would have rather moaned out in Khaenri’ahn for fucks sake. 

Yet he didn't, he said something much idiotic.

He can’t even say it in his mind right now, he’s far too embarrassed.

Kaeya is uncertain whether you heard him or not. He didn’t see you respond strangely at all, so is it possible you were too focused? Or maybe you did, and he just didn’t notice because he climaxed right after that mishap of his…

He’s hoping it’s the former.

He fidgets with the glass in his hand, breathing to calm himself down before turning around again. 

“Hi.”

Kaeya’s heart jumps at the sight of you being so near to him. How long have you been there to begin with?

“Hello.” He replies as cooly as he can, averting his gaze away from you.

“I’m back.”

“I see that.” Archons, what is he saying?

“Are you—” 

You cut yourself off, pursing your lips and giving him a smile before continuing. He’s seconds away from just bolting out of here.

“Did you like the flowers?”

“I did.” He answers.

“Good.” 

And as if it couldn’t get any worse, the hired musicians changes the current music playing to a more…romantic one.

That’s fine. He’s good at these kinds of things.

Kaeya shoves any sign of embarrassment or nervousness away and looks straight at you directly. You must have drank a lot, the dilation in your eyes makes it easy to tell.

“Care for a dance?” You invited.

“My, are you sure you can keep up?” He bites back.

“Probably not, but if it prevents you from standing by yourself then I’ll dance with you as long as I can.”

The genuineness of your words always manages to stir him up.

Kaeya laughs. “I see you’ve had much to drink.”

“Sure, something like that.” He catches a grin from you despite the way you bow at him.

He shakes his head, offering his hand in front of you. There’s a slightly noticeable tremble his hand makes but you place your hand onto his, keeping him still.

“I’m afraid a simple waltz is all I can do, I’m no Eula.” You admit.

“It’s fine. I’ll lead.” Kaeya says, trying to act as confidently as he can. 

“Alright then, Captain.”

His arm wraps around your waist as you place your hand on his shoulder. His breathing staggers but he tries to focus on the music and his feet, swaying you along with him. He dances gracefully, of course. Not that it’s surprising as he grew up in the Ragnvindr household.

He knows people are watching, he doesn’t meet their faces or yours.

“Kaeya.” You speak.

He raises his head. It’s bad etiquette to not look at the one you’re dancing with, though he hopes he can be forgiven just this once.

“Can we talk after this?”

He loses track of the time and his body moves as if it’s on autopilot. He only realizes that the music has stopped and so does he, when the people around him are clapping.

Kaeya faces you again, unsure of what to do. 

All of the sudden, his body is being dragged away to a more quiet spot, Your hand gripping his wrist. The balcony provides room for the two of you, the rest of the party being hidden away by the fancy curtain.

“Are you cold?” You ask.

The breeze is a bit shivering but he’s used to the cold due to the cryo vision he holds. 

“I’m fine.” 

He hears you sigh, as if that answer he’s given you was somehow wrong. You grab a flask from the inside of his blazer, taking a swig before handing it to him.

Kaeya smells the alcohol and he worries. “More alcohol?”

“It’s my first drink tonight.”

He doubts that, although he finds that there’s no reason for you to lie.

So, why do you keep giving him those eyes?

Kaeya gives in, drinking the rest. Warmth grows on his face and he’s unsure whether it’s from the wine or the fact that your mouth was just on the flask.

“This is new.” He examines it with a closer look.

“Cherry Wine. Diluc gave it to me, apparently it’s from a merchant he met.”

Kaeya chuckles. “I see you’ve been conspiring with my brother.”

There’s jealousy obvious when he says that, but who was he to be jealous? The line of friendship becomes more and more obscured.

“Well, unlike someone. He actually finds time to reply to my letters.”

“You’re mad.” He points out.

“Here I thought you were too dense to even notice that.” 

You close the distance between you two, his hands holding on the railings of the balcony as your hand steadies his back, kissing him deeply and much longer than any of the kisses you’ve given him.

His heart thumps from his chest, wanting more of your lips when you separate from him.

“Say it again. Tell me I didn’t mishear.” You plead.

“I…What?” You did hear him.

“Do I have to fuck it out of your mouth again?”

“Sweetheart, we’re in public. Gods, how strong is that wine—hey, wait!”

Your hand slips down his pants, palming the growing erection from under. Kaeya bites the back of his hand, your hand stroking his hardened tcock while you observe his face with a stern look.

“C-Come on, I really didn’t say anything.” He says, halfway between a soft whine and a cry.

“Captain, I didn’t take you for a liar and a coward.”

He’s dripping wet, he knows by the way the cloth sticks to the skin on his thigh. The pace you’re going at is undeniably slow, and he knows you won’t let him finish if he doesn't say those words again.

“Please?” Kaeya begs. It’s been a week without your touch and frankly, it’s a week too long.

“It’s admirable how you’d rather have me pleasure you like this in front of everybody rather than just admitting it.”

The knight knows that he’s enjoying this far more than he should be and that it’s the only thing worth remembering about this gathering.

And then your hand grips him tighter and his legs quiver, cursing your name out in a breathy moan. 

“What’s wrong? Poor Captain wants to cum, does he?” You tease.

“You ass.”

His thighs rub together, wanting more of that extra friction. He admits that the action is quite humiliating, though if there’s a way to get himself off without confessing his feelings for you, then he’ll gladly do that.

“No. Spread them apart.” You ordered.

“H-Huh?”

“You heard me.”

He follows through, a squeaky whimper escaping his throat.

“So desperate, My Kaeya.”

His foot almost missteps when he feels the warmth from one of your fingers slowly penetrating him. Oh fuck, you cannot be serious.

He throws his head back as you continue to explore more of his insides. And just like before, you’re meticulously playing with him just so he breaks apart.

“I already said please.”

“And it’s appreciated, dear. But that’s not what I wanted to hear.”

“Fuck…hn, you—”

He stays a wreck like that for a few minutes, not being allowed the permission to cum from your fingers. Why do you want him to say it that bad anyways? Do you really want to reject him like this? Right now?

Kaeya’s body feels heavy.

He’s close, oh so close. 

His nails dig into the skin of his palms, he hears the inside get quieter and for a second, he assumes that it’s because of how he’s gasping and panting because of you.

He shakes those thoughts, knowing how loud the music and gossiping of the knights must be.

“Do you not like me?” You blurt out.

What an absurd question. Why do you think he’s letting you do this?

“Am I too pushy, Kaeya?” 

Your words are contrasting your actions far too differently. Your fingers start to get rougher, he’s painfully hard and he just wants to—He can’t—he physically cannot hold it any longer.

The mention of your name is indistinguishable from a slobbering baby, he holds your waist again although for a particularly different reason this time.

It’s so cheesy how he gets so lovesick whenever he cums.

“I-I love you.”

His entire body collapses into an orgasm. He sobs onto your chest, he’s unsure whether it’s because of how fucking good that felt or the forthcoming response you’ll give as he’s finally admitted it.

What he didn’t expect however, is the fact that it’s not only his face that’s soaking from tears.

“I hate you.” You say.

There’s a hurt in his chest and he wants to take it back but what’s already been said is right there. He wants to apologize. It’s his fault after all for thinking anybody would think of him as anything more than a friend, for catching feelings—

His thoughts are silenced as you kiss him once more, it only lasts for a few and he’s left stunned as to why you would do that.

“I thought you finally caught on. I was so happy when you said you love me, I was caught off guard,”

You take a deep breath, calming yourself.

“And then, you decide to avoid me?! I even sent you qingxin, and you know I don’t like high places!”

…

“You like—no, you love me?” Kaeya states, the thought seems way too unbelievable.

“Obviously! Who in their right mind would address their friend as theirs?” You spat back.

You groan, pushing his already weak body away.

“I love you too, Kaeya. Don’t do that again, okay? You worried the shit out of me.”

“I…Okay. I won’t, I promise.”

He starts walking towards you shakily before pulling you into a tight hug. 

It’s a strange hug. The breeze is far too cold, your clothes are now sticky, and both of your eyes are red from crying. 

Yet somehow, it’s comforting.

It’s perfect.

[m-jelly]

The Crow's Song - Chapter 3

Prince Levi x Witch Reader

Royal Romance with magic.

In this chapter: Levi meets your ex and protects you. You and Kuchel have a heart-to-heart while Levi confesses his feelings. A grand ball takes place where many things are revealed and happen.

Mentions of nudity in this one.

Part 4

Ao3

The carriage rocked slowly towards its destination. Soft fabrics lined the carriage, the seats were cushioned and big enough to sleep on if needed. A delicate smell of citrus hung in the air to soothe the Prince. Summer was getting closer, so the window was open just by a bit. It was nice that things were getting warmer and you could wear your lighter clothes, which would tempt Levi a lot.

As you sat on one side Levi was on the other with a slight pout, his reason was a mix of you not sitting next to him and he was being made to socialise. He tried pouting and huffing as much as possible so you would pay attention to him, but you just enjoyed yourself and relaxed in your seat.

You smiled at him. “You know, if you want to sit next to me you can just sit over here.” You got up and leaned over him. “Or do you want me to sit on your lap?”

He eyed you. “I ah…umm.”

You squeaked when the carriage went over something causing you to fall forward. You fell against Levi and gasped. “Guess it’s this.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you. “I like this.” He tangled his fingers in your hair and lifted your head. “You are so beautiful.”

You smiled. “Thank you for noticing.” You shifted and sat on his lap. “You know, you’re handsome from any angle, it’s impressive.”

“Thanks.” He sighed. “I don’t want to do this today.”

“Mm, but you are going to because I’ve said so.”

He sighed. “You’re right.” He pulled a face as he thought. “So, uh…why am I socialising?”

You played with his hair. “Because it’s good for you. As a Prince, you need to get your face out there and seem approachable. Also, spending time with your friends is good for you.”

“I…” He huffed. “Okay. Do I get a reward?”

You cupped his face. “Yes. You get to pick the reward.”

He hummed when you nuzzled your nose against his. “I would like tea.”

“Tea?”

He nodded. “A nice tea party for me and you.”

You rubbed his chest and knew he was flirting a bit. “Alright, that’s a promise.”

“Really?”

You kissed his temple. “Really?”

He cleared his throat. “I ah…I intend for it to be a da-.” He winced when the door opened. “Tch, shit.”

You stood up and smiled at the carriage driver. “Thank you.” You climbed out before turning to Levi. “Ready?”

Levi climbed out of the carriage and huffed. “I suppose so.”

You giggled. “You’re cute like this.”

“Tch, thanks.” He blushed a little. “So, it’s a gathering of people?”

You nodded as you floated along. “A few nobles have gathered, along with a few magic users as well. Don’t worry, I made sure that Duke Erwin Smith has been invited, I know you two are dear friends.”

Levi smiled softly. “He’s a good friend. Any Kings?”

“Nope, but I do believe there might be another Prince here.” You patted his back. “Just focus on the Duke, okay?” You landed on your feet. “He’s a great friend and a great asset to this country. Plus, he looks after some land that would be pretty good for a lot of things.”

He paused in front of the double doors that had been opened for the two of you. “You know, you’re incredibly smart and cunning.”

“I’m good at my job, Levi. I want to help, so I have to educate myself.” You frowned. “Actually, I think we should visit the Duke’s land as there is a unique plant there that grows happily in wet weather. I think it would be useful to study it as you do have marsh-like land. The people in that small area struggle with producing food.”

Levi smiled a little. “I have heard about this plant. I think it’ll do us good to learn a lot more. I think Erwin is interested in a mine I own. There’s a lot of salt in it and crystals our magic users have no use for. So, it’ll be good to hand that over as payment.” He shook his head. “Whatever would I do without you?”

“Probably have more nosebleeds.”

“Yes.”

You pushed your breasts together. “Also, have bad views cause you get to see amazing knockers every day.”

He stared at your chest. “They are impressive.”

You laughed. “I like this honesty.”

“It’s this new thing I’m trying. I’m being honest with how I feel.”

“It’s good.” You walked inside with him and felt your stomach drop. “Ah, fuck me.”

Levi felt his heart skip a beat. “Sorry?”

You turned to face him as you groaned. “That man with the pale skin, shoulder-length black hair and purple eyes?”

Levi’s eyes scanned the room and landed on the man you were referring to. “I see him. Vance Noir, right?”

You groaned. “My ex I mentioned to you before. The one who’s possessive of me and a pain in the fucking ass.”

Levi eyed the man and started a bit of comparison, he was wondering if he was like that man or if he was better. He was hoping you would adore him and not even consider Vance anymore. Levi knew of Vance and his downward spiral into this greedy possessive thing that seemed to be so consumed by his power, that he’d physically changed. Levi could tell he was an attention whore because the people around him were overly praising him and he lapped it up.

Levi placed his hand on your back. “Let’s go get a drink and socialise with Erwin.”

You smiled sweetly. “Sounds like a great plan.”

He guided you across the room and saw Vance was eyeing you, it seemed like he knew very well when you entered the room and had been watching you the whole time and trying to see if being surrounded by women would grab your attention. It was clear Vance didn’t know you at all.

“What a dick,” Levi muttered under his breath.

You glanced over at Levi. “You can say that again.” You winked at him before approaching the Duke. “Duke Erwin, lovely to meet you.”

Erwin turned and faced you and Levi. “Why, hello.” He softly said your name and kissed the back of your hand. “Lovely to see you again.”

Levi growled a bit. “You’ve met?”

“Indeed, we’ve discussed a few things before and she’s worked in my area of the country before she worked for you.”

You took a glass with a nice drink. “Thank you.” You cuddled up to Levi a little. “I was talking to Levi and we were wondering if we could go to your land to talk about some plants and seeds that are good in wet climates.”

Erwin smiled. “I’d love that.” He hummed a laugh. “It’d be good to have you around. You work so much that you barely have time to socialise. You do know that we can work and socialise at the same time.”

Levi huffed a bit. “You’re right…I think a few day's trip would be good.” He offered his hand. “I think we have a deal.”

Erwin shook his hand. “Fantastic.”

“Your Highness, Prince Levi.” Vance walked closer with a grin on his face. “Lovely to meet you finally.”

Levi’s eye twitched a little. “Lord Noir, I believe this is the first time we’ve met. I’m surprised you’re here actually, you are normally joined to the hip of King Rowen.”

“I had time.” He eyed you and said your name. “You’ve changed a bit. You’ve gotten more stunning. I did not think that was possible.” He offered his hand to you.

Levi handed Vance a drink to stop him from touching you. “She’s divine and always been divine.”

“Indeed.” He gripped the glass tightly. “May I ask why you two arrived together?”

“She works for me.” Levi put his arm around you. “She’s incredibly valuable to the Ackermans and has made a massive difference already.” He gulped and looked down at you. “She’s everything to me.”

Your eyes sparkled with pure joy. “Thank you, Levi. That means a lot.”

Vance gritted his teeth a moment. “You rejected my offer to work for the King and yet you’re working for him?”

You frowned. “Well, that’s because the Ackermans are nice. Plus, the reason for the job touched my heart.” You lightly touched your chest. “It was something I wanted to help with.”

He downed his drink and said your name. “Can we talk?”

You frowned. “Talk? We’ve already talked.”

“I need to talk to you.”

Levi stood between you and Vance. “Whatever you have to say you can say it to me.”

“Fine.” He held his head high. “I believe this job is below you. You should be working for my King. You should be in King Rowen’s kingdom.”

“Who the hell do you think you are to tell her what she should and shouldn’t do?” He moved closer to Vance. “She’s her own person and she has told you what she’s doing, why she’s doing it and you have no right to tell her how to live her life.”

“You don’t know her like I do.”

Levi snorted. “You don’t know her.” He turned to you and said your name. “What do you want? What would you like to do?”

You hummed as all three men stared at you. “Well, I would like to drink my champagne, go have something big to eat and then return home.”

Levi’s shoulders dropped. “Home?”

Vance smirked. “Home.”

Erwin smiled at you. “Where’s home for you?”

You sipped your drink. “Mm? Oh, it’s in the kingdom of Paradis. You know, at the Ackerman palace. I thought that was obvious.”

Levi’s eyes widened in delight. “Your home…is…”

“With you.” You hummed a laugh and patted his cheek. “Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to get something to eat.” You fixed Levi’s cravat. “I’ll be back later.”

Erwin cleared his throat. “Actually, I think the three of us have work to discuss, so a meal together is needed.” He gave Vance a fake smile. “Excuse us, but this is business with Paradis.”

Vance called your name. “There is a ball in two days to celebrate Countess Layla Newhart’s birthday, I’m assuming you’ve been invited.”

You nodded. “Indeed, the prince has been invited. He will be attending.”

Levi huffed. “I will and you’re coming with.”

Vance grabbed your hand before Levi could block him. “I would be honoured if you were my date.”

You pulled from hand from his touch. “I’m sorry, but I will be going with the Prince as his aid.”

Vance glared at Levi. “Your Highness, surely you don’t need your witch to assist you at a party.”

Levi placed his arm around you. “Who are you to say who and who I don’t require?”

“I didn’t mean to offend.”

“But you did.” Levi pulled you along. “Come, we have negotiations to discuss.”

Vance watched you leave and felt his rage prickle away at him. “Damn it.”

You floated down the hall on your day off reading a magical book that could aid you in your spells. You came to a stop when you heard your name called. You lowered your book to see the Prince gazing at you and dressed in one of his nicest outfits. “Levi, how may I help you?”

“Tea.” His blush deepened on his cheeks. “Now.”

You landed on your feet. “Tea?”

He shoved some flowers into your chest. “You and me. Tea.”

You gasped in delight. “Oh! I promised you I’d have tea with you.” You hugged the flowers and hummed a laugh. “I’d love to. Is it now?”

“Y-Yes.”

You hummed and looked down at yourself. “I should change into something nicer.”

“O-Okay. Mm…the garden gazebo.”

“I’ll meet you there.” You waved to him and flew all the way to your massive room.

The room Levi had given you since he declared you could never leave was clearly the room for his bride. It was beautifully decorated and had a large balcony and a door that connected you to Levi’s room. The closet was full of your dresses and dresses Levi and his family had gifted you. They even wanted to give you a maid, but you declined because you could use magic to help you and you worked for them you weren’t the princess.

You wanted to make an effort for Levi and possibly turn this into a date. So, with your magic, you wore a long flowing white dress with hints of a very light pink. You gazed at yourself in the mirror and felt flustered at how you appeared, normally you had black or other dark colours so this was your first time showing Levi what you’d look like in a light colour.

You hurried down the halls until you were outside. The gazebo had been set up as if this was a date, which made your heart throb in delight. There was fabric draping in perfect places, wildflowers tied in the right spots and the chairs sat close so it could be intimate. Shadow crows were sitting perched and others were fluttering around which meant Levi was experiencing a lot of emotions.

You smiled sweetly. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Levi shot to his feet and a strong blush spread on his cheeks. “Th-that’s okay. Ah…mm…you look…incredible.”

“Thank you.”

He took your hand and led you to your chair. “This colour is lovely on you.” He took his seat after you sat. “N-Not that I’m saying you don’t look pretty other times. You look fantastic in black. I…”

You reached over and held his hand. “I understand.” You hummed a laugh. “Relax, okay?”

He nodded. “Y-Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

He let out a long sigh. “I’m just nervous.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Nervous? Tell me what makes you nervous. I can ease the tension.”

He nibbled the inside of his lip. “You…I…umm…” He went quiet when a maid placed more food and tea on the table. “Thank you.”

She bowed to both of you. “Please, enjoy.”

You smiled sweetly. “We will, thank you so much.” You poured Levi a cup of tea and placed some food on a plate for him. “Now we’re alone, why don’t you tell me what’s going on.”

He gazed at you. “Are you single?”

You smiled. “I am.”

“Are you looking for something?”

You hummed in thought. “I’m not looking because I know it’ll find me.” You poured yourself a cup. “As a witch, I believe in the natural order of things. Things find you, such as love.” You opened your hand and made lights dance above your hand. “The world is a mysterious place.” You gently blew on the lights and sent them towards Levi. “It’s a fun place.”

Levi hummed a laugh as the lights danced over his skin and nuzzled him. “These little things are cute.” He lightly touched one and hummed. “I like how you view things.”

“Sometimes you have to take a step back and look at everything as a whole picture.”

He smiled at you. “How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

He reached over and played with your hair. “Make me feel so at ease, so happy, so at peace and just so…” He kissed your hair. “I adore you.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, no one had ever been this delicate and adoring towards you. This was so different and it made you feel special. For so long you didn’t think you deserved adoration and love, but right now you wanted more from Levi. “Levi?”

He leaned closer and locked eyes with you. “Yes?”

“I also adore you.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “Really? Do you mean it?”

“I do.” This time you leaned closer and tilted your head, Levi did the same. “Levi.”

His lips lightly brushed yours sending a jolt of pleasure through the two of you. “I have a confession about today. It’s not just a tea party, this is a da-.”

“Hello, both.” The two of you pulled from each other to see Kuchel standing at the steps of the gazebo looking nervous. “I’m ever so sorry for disturbing you.”

Levi kept a hold of your hand. “It’s okay. Is everything alright?”

She called your name. “May we walk and talk?”

You rose to your feet. “Of course.” You leaned over to Levi and kissed his forehead. “I’ll be right back, don’t pout too much.”

Levi whined a little. “I won’t pout.”

“You already are.” You giggled as he pouted a little. “Cute.” You kissed his cheek before joining Kuchel. “I’m all yours, your majesty.”

Kuchel walked down the garden path a bit as she thought about what she wanted to say. “You…you look beautiful.” She smiled softly. “Light pink looks good on you.”

“Thank you. You look dazzling as always.”

“You’re too kind to me after how I’ve treated you.” She came to a stop and sat on a bench. “Join me.”

You sat down with her. “Your majesty, I fully understand how you reacted. I can’t imagine what it’s like to see your only son with blood on him, passed out and the woman you hired to care for him covered in blood.”

She gripped her dress. “I suppose you’re right.” She sighed. “Sebastian told me about when he unleashed his power, that the blood is a normal thing. I thought…I was wrong…you care for him and he for you.”

You smiled a little. “The King told me about what he experienced as well to ease me. Seems like this blessing is good, but it is scary to unlock.”

She hummed a laugh. “We have very silly men as lovers.” She saw you flinch. “Oh? You’re not lovers with my son?”

You shook your head. “N-No.”

“Hmm…that boy…” She shook her head. “I should focus.” She reached over and held your hand. “Please forgive me for how I spoke to you and treated you. I was overly emotional and I didn’t take a moment to listen.”

“Levi’s passionate like you.”

“He is.” She giggled before sighing and saying your name. “I’m sorry.”

You gazed at her. “I forgive you.”

“You do?”

You nodded. “I mean, there isn’t really anything to forgive. You were right to react the way you did, but I know you are like Levi and you need to hear this. So, I forgive you.”

She wrapped her arms around you. “Thank you.” She squeezed you as you hugged her back. “I like you, I like you so much and having you as a daughter-in-law would be perfect.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” You pulled back. “I don’t think Levi sees me like that.”

“I do.” The two of you looked up at Levi as he blushed. “Forgive me, but I followed to see if you were okay.”

You whined a little. “Levi.”

He knelt before you and held your hands. “Before my mother came to see you, I wanted to say that today was a date. I have deep feelings for you. I want us to be together. I struggle a lot with my emotions, but you helped me see and feel.” He leaned up and paused a moment. “Mother?”

Kuchel pulled back and stood up. “Sorry! Sorry! I was just so excited about you two. I’ll give you space.” She giggled. “So cute.”

Levi looked over at her. “Mother?”

She squeaked. “Sorry!”

He watched her run off before turning to you. “Now then, little witch.”

You hummed a laugh. “Yes, Levi?”

He brought your hands to his lips and began kissing. “As I was saying. I adore you. This adoration is not a simple one, this one is from the heart.” He looked up at you. “I desire you, crave you, need you. I want to be with you. I want to hold you and kiss you every minute of every day.”

Your heart throbbed. “That’s a lot of kisses.”

He chuckled. “It is.” He called your name as he leaned up a little. “My heart and soul belong to you. For the first time in my life, I have experienced an affection that makes me feel unstoppable.”

You felt a rush of excitement. “What is that?”

“Love.”

Your eyes sparkled with joy, your dreams were coming true. “You…you love me?”

“I do.” He smiled at you. “So deeply that it is rather possessive. I will struggle to share you.” He chuckled. “Please forgive me when I act out a little towards other men who approach you.”

You squeezed his hands. “I understand. I’m the same when you are around other women.”

His eyes widened at your words. “Really? So you?”

You nodded. “Levi, I love you too.”

“May I kiss you? I have a strong urge to.”

You threw yourself at Levi causing him to fall back onto his bum. You lay against him, arms around his neck and lips passionately against his. Levi was in shock at first before his brain started processing what was happening. He smiled against your lips, tilted his head, wrapped his arms around you and kissed you over and over. He nipped your lip and pushed his tongue onto your mouth allowing you both to kiss deeply.

You pulled back from Levi’s lips making him whine. “I’m getting you dirty!” You flew up and gasped. “Sorry.” You used your magic to lift Levi into the air. “I’ll clean you.”

Levi chuckled. “It’s okay.” He dropped to his feet and gazed up at you. He reached out to you. “Come to me.”

You floated down into his arms. “Mm.”

“Mine. My precious little witch.”

Levi watched you closely as you walked around the room in your underwear. “Mm.”

You glanced over at him as a maid helped you on a dress. “You’re staring a lot.”

“I’m just admiring your body.” He tilted his head a little. “I’m looking forward to exploring it.”

You glanced at the maid. “Sorry, Maria.”

Maria giggled. “It’s okay. It’s nice to hear the prince get excited for a good woman.” She pulled your dress on and smiled. “You’re good for each other. Though I snapped at you a while ago, I do adore you. You’ve made this palace a better place, which I didn’t think was possible.”

You wrapped your arms around her and held her close. “Mm! So cute.”

Levi growled. “Tch.”

“Ignore him.”

Maria smiled. “You’re both sweet.” She pulled back and helped finish dressing you up. “You look like a goddess, miss.”

You twirled a bit. “Thank you. Light colours look nice on me.”

“I’ll help with your hair and makeup.” She sat you down and started. “Maybe His Highness should get ready for the ball.”

You looked over at Levi. “I would love to see you dressed up.”

Levi shot to his feet. “Anything for you.”

Maria hummed a laugh. “He’s so cute.” She painted your lips and pulled back. “Um.” She softly said your name as she blushed. “I’m ever so sorry for how I was with you. I was out of line. I didn’t understand.”

You made lights dance in the air and drape around her neck to form a necklace. “If you ever need help, or to heal, or protection, please use this necklace.”

She lifted the cold pendant with icy blue liquid inside. “You…” She welled up. “You care for me that much?”

“I never once hated you or felt any irritation towards you. You were doing your job.”

She squeezed the necklace tightly. “Thank you.” She gazed at you. “Allow me to be your assistant.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Are you sure?” You cleared your throat. “S-Sure. I’d like to have a friend like that.”

“Thank you!”

You rose to your feet. “You’re welcome.” You kissed her forehead. “A blessing for you.”

She hugged you. “Thank you again.” She pulled back and gasped. “My lady, you look beautiful! Like a goddess.”

You walked over to the mirror and felt your cheeks burn, you were a vision. You always thought you were pretty, but there was something about this dress that made you just a bit more magical. “This is wonderful.”

“Maybe you’re a goddess born again.”

You thought about the goddess you worshipped and who gifted you with powers and saw a similarity, but it was simply a blessing. “Thank you for the compliment.” You winked at her then left your room. “I’ll get the prince.” You lightly knocked on Levi’s door. “Oh, grumpy kitten?”

Levi flung the doors open. “I am no kitten.”

Your heart raced at seeing him in his princely suit with colours that matched you. The medals he had impressed you, it was clear he was incredibly strong in battle. “Le-Levi.”

He eyed you and smirked a little. “Now it’s my turn to make you the flustered one.” He caressed your cheek. “Do you find me charming and alluring?”

You nodded as you gulped hard. “Y-Yes.”

He kissed the corner of your mouth. “Good.”

You pouted. “That’s not a kiss.” You grabbed his face and kissed him roughly. “That’s a kiss.”

He chuckled at your actions. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that.”

“Nor will I.”

He held your hand, his fingers entwined with yours. “Now, let me escort the most beautiful woman in the world to the royal ball.”

You hummed a laugh as you walked with him. “So, what is the reason for this ball? Your parents never told me.”

“Social and work reasons. It’s a perfect opportunity to talk to people and arrange things. It’s a chance for sneaky political arrangements.” He looked down at you. “It’s also a place to make connections and announce things.” He turned and nuzzled your neck. “A place to show off who we love.”

You giggled at how soft he was being. “Mm. You’re right.”

He pulled you along as the doors opened for you both. He held you close when they announced the two of you together. He leaned down and kissed you as everyone gazed at you both. He had just publicly announced your relationship to the whole ball. “Now everyone knows who has my heart; it’s you.”

You grinned at him. “You have mine too.”

He kissed your cheek before leading you to the main hall and over to his parents. “You both approve, right?”

Sebastian grinned. “Of course! The two of you are perfect for each other.” He chuckled. “You have my blessing and approval.” He softly said your name. “Make sure-.”

Levi huffed. “She doesn’t need to be asked to treat me well.”

“I was going to say, make sure he treats you well and if Levi doesn’t tell us.”

Levi’s cheeks burned as he pouted a moment. “Of course, I’ll treat her like a goddess.” He gazed at you with a deep love in his eyes. “She takes so much care of me that I need to shower her with affection.”

You rubbed Levi’s chest. “You do a wonderful job.”

“I want to do better.”

Kuchel hummed a laugh. “You two are so cute.”

He kissed your forehead. “I’ll get us a drink. Wait here.”

You hummed and bowed your head. “Thank you.” You watched him leave before turning to his parents. “It must be odd that the woman you hired to help your son is now romantically involved with him.”

Sebastian laughed. “I mean, we knew it was going to happen when we first met you and saw how he was with you. You’re good for each other.”

Kuchel clasped her hands together. “I can’t wait for the wedding and the sweet babies you’ll have.”

“Darling dove, it’s early days for them.”

She pouted. “But bear.”

He pinched her cheek. “No buts, my darling dove. Give them time.”

“Your majesties? A word? I want to discuss the monsters in the northern pass.” A man with a large scar over his nose bowed. “I am sorry to both you and the future princess.”

You smiled. “I’ll excuse myself. I’ll locate the prince.” You bowed to the King and Queen. “I will see you later.” You parted ways from the pair with a friendly wave. You could sense Levi’s presence and he didn’t seem like he was in too much trouble, but you could sense he was being made to socialise.

“Hey!” A woman in a puffy pink ball gown with bows, blonde bouncy hair with curls wearing white gloves holding a fan and a glass glared at you. “Get out of my territory.”

You knew exactly what this woman was about, why she was here and why her dress was so ridiculous. What you were looking at was a love rival, in her mind, but to you, she wasn’t a rival at all because Levi loved and desired you. It was almost comical how she thought she could compete with you. You had a lot of confidence in your looks and body, even more so that it made Levi very horny.

She frowned when you looked around on the floor. “What in the world are you doing?”

“I was looking for a line on the floor because you said I was in your territory, but I don’t see one.” You gasped and smirked. “Oh, that’s because we’re in King Sebastian and Queen Kuchel’s land, not yours and I’m pretty sure this is their palace.”

She blushed as her friends giggled. She stomped her foot as she pouted. “You know what I meant!”

You smiled at her. “Actually, I don’t have the foggiest idea. I have no idea who you are.”

She held her head high. “Lady Tasha Copperlarke.”

You gave her a deadpan stare. “I’m sorry, am I supposed to know you?”

“I know you’re just pretending!” She closed her fan. “Everyone knows me. I hold a high standing in society. I know very well that Prin-.” She glared when you yawned and looked bored. “How dare you yawn!”

You hummed a little bit as you felt tired. “I didn’t mean to be rude, but the prince has drained me of energy. Levi has a strong desire and need for my attention. I have a lot of power, but it was hard to keep him full.” You giggled. “Gods and goddesses help me when other things happen.” You smirked as her friends giggled. “Now, excuse me but I have to find the prince as he gets a little upset when I’m not around.”

She gritted her teeth. “How…you!” She stormed after you. “Hey!” She gripped her fan. “I’m not done talking! Face me now!” She kept chasing you. “Witch whore! I’m talking to you! You…you…trash!”

You turned to her making her come to a sudden stop. “Are you a child?”

She went red. “Sorry?”

“I said, are you a child?”

“No!”

You tilted your head a little. “Then why do you act like one? When someone doesn’t act the way you want them to you act like a toddler throwing out all their toys.” You sighed. “I’m all for fighting for what is yours and standing up to people, but your reason for this is because of your childish selfish desires.” You held your head high and gave her a warning look. “You claim the prince to be yours, but he isn’t even aware of you. If you so desperately desire him, you would have been a couple already. I won’t warn you like most other people to stay away from him because I am incredibly confident in our feelings for each other. Do as you wish, just don’t hurt him.”

Tasha gripped her cup tightly and began shaking with rage. She felt humiliated by you, you a mere witch. It enraged her that it took just a small meeting to ruin her pride. She needed to teach you a lesson. She had to put you in your place. She looked into her glass at her red wine and knew this would ruin your dress. She charged towards you and threw her drink.

Gasps filled the room. She thought she’d won, but instead, she’d made a grave error. Right as she was about to throw her drink at you Levi had stepped in the way after seeing the exchanges between the two of you. Even though it was just wine, he still needed to protect you. Wine could wash out of his clothes, he could take the stares and whispers that came from this. Levi didn’t want you to suffer at the hands of gossip if the wine got on you.

Tasha dropped her glass causing it to shatter on the floor. “Your Highness, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Tears filled her eyes as she began to shake. “I…I…”

You walked over to Levi. “You tripped on your dress, right? I saw it. It’s a rather long dress, so it happens.”

“Wh-what.”

Levi lowered his voice. “Take her excuse. She’s saving you socially.”

She bowed deeply. “Y-Yes. I tripped.”

You summoned a hankie and began wiping Levi’s face. “Those long dresses are deadly.”

Levi hummed. “It appears so. You may leave, but one last thing.” He gave her his death glare. “You’re lucky my lover is so kind.”

Tasha flinched at his glare before looking over at you and wrinkled her nose up in disgust. “Yes, your Highness.”

You turned Levi’s head so he was looking at you again. “Eyes on me, Mr. Your gaze belongs to me and me alone.”

Levi smiled at your words. “Forgive me.”

You giggled as he leaned into your touch. “Now then, handsome, we need to get you changed.”

“Was this your ploy to get me shirtless?”

You grabbed his hand and pulled him along. “What if I said yes?” You glanced back at him to see he was blushing. “Cute.”

He let out a long sigh. “The things you do to me.”

“Good things, I hope.”

“Yes.”

You pulled him to his room and left him to stand in the middle of it. “I’ll get the bath going.”

He hummed. “Thanks. We don’t need to return to the party.”

“Are you sure?”

He started removing his clothes as he spoke to you. “Mm, I’ve done a lot of talking while I was getting drinks. Plus, a lot of people saw what happened, so most will assume we won’t return. We’ve been insulted.”

You finished up in the bathroom and walked back into Levi’s room. “I believe we reacted well.”

Levi turned to you, his body glistening in the moon and candlelight. His pecs were plump and bistable, his abs soft and squishable, and a few scars dotted his perfect skin. The V above his trouser line was defined and commanded your attention. A delicious treasure trail of black hair enticed and beckoned you to go lower and discover what was hidden under his trousers. Some veins popped in his arms as he flexed a little, but it was the ones that stood out on his hands that aroused you. Your eyes were drawn to his hands as he clenched them while he talked about business.

Levi stopped talking and called your name. “Did you hear me?”

You stared at him as your heart throbbed in your chest. “I’ll be honest. No. I was very distracted.” You walked closer to him. “Fuck me, Levi, you have an incredible body.”

He reached over and held your chin lightly. “Is it to your liking?”

You gulped hard. “Very much.”

He kissed you and hummed in delight. “I’m glad. Maybe you should join me for a bath.”

You started pulling at your dress. “Maybe I should.” You smiled at him as your dress dropped to the floor. “Am I to your liking?”

Levi stepped back and gazed at you in your corset and underwear. “Fuuuuck.”

“I’ll take that as a yes then.”

“You have to secretly be a goddess with a body like this.”

You hummed a laugh. “That’s quite the compliment.”

He picked you up making you squeak. “Bath.” He carried you to the bathroom. The bath itself was a deep pool one, it was just perfect to soak in. “Ready?”

You slipped out of his arms. “Yes, my handsome man.”

He pulled the ties on your corset to help you before pulling the last of his things off. He hoped that his member was to your liking also. He gazed at you as you pulled everything off and was naked before him, you truly were a vision. “So stunning.”

You looked over at him. “Thank you. I am a bit shy about my naked body, but you have given me my normal confidence back.” You took him all him. His thick thighs were pure perfection and showed off his power, but what truly grabbed your attention was his length. It was thick and beautiful. “My goodness.”

Levi glanced down at himself. “So?” He looked back up to you. “I ask again. Is it to your liking?”

You cupped his face and pressed your naked body against his. “Very much. It was as if you were designed by god.” You lightly kissed him. “I look forward to when we become one.” You pulled back and descended into the bath. “Mm. Just what I needed.”

Levi hurried down into the water. “It’s relaxing.” He grabbed you and pulled you over to him. “No escaping me. You’re staying right with me.” He nuzzled your neck. “I’m also looking forward to when we become one.”

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I loved the proposal fic! You're very talented <3 Please don't ever stop feeding the fandom! Another request: Dom having this huge crush on you and being flirty and touchy all the time, sending you songs, making excuses to talk to you but you don't take him seriously because of his reputation (we all know that boy is a cheater lol) but then he grows on you and you realize he likes you for real.

Sorry if this is messy or confusing but I'm sure you can turn this into something good because you're a great writer!! <3

you are the right one || D.F. x reader

'you are the right one and i'm just the boy who is lookin' at you, so what will i do?'

summary: charming? absolutely. loyal? that was up for debate. dom has an insufferable crush on you, and his reputation is as messy as his pick up lines.

you guys really have no idea how much it means to me that people actually read these omg. like WHAT?! thank u so much for all the support, and i've been absolutely loving these requests! please submit as many as ur hearts desire frl.

this fic is inspired by 'you are the right one' by sports. enjoy! <3

Dominic was the kind of guy who could charm a rock.

He was always around—at parties, at coffee shops, wherever you happened to be, he’d somehow appear with that half-smile and a glint in his eye.

The look that said he had all the time in the world to flirt with you.

It wasn’t a secret that he had a reputation, and you’d heard plenty about it. So when he started paying attention to you, you took it with a grain of salt.

He was practically notorious. 

His name was synonymous with scandal; the stories floated around like smoke in a crowded room, filling every corner. He’d been caught sneaking out of afterparties with one girl, only to be spotted cozying up with another a few nights later. 

People talked about him like he was a force of nature—someone who left a trail of broken hearts in his wake, yet somehow still managed to charm his way back into everyone’s good graces.

Known for giving others a little too much attention, sending flirty texts to way too many people, and for leaving relationships messier than they started.

You’d heard it all.

Which is why, despite his insistent attention on you over the past few months, you’d tried not to take him seriously.

He had a way of simply popping up at every gathering, every coffee shop, every late-night hangout. And no matter where you went, there he was, leaning against a doorframe or lounging in some corner with that half-smile. 

It was the look of a guy who knew he was being watched.

Every time he leaned in a little too close or casually dropped a line about how he couldn’t get you out of his head, a voice in the back of your mind reminded you of his reputation. 

You’d seen him in action, laughing too easily with strangers, that familiar gleam in his eye whenever he found someone new to capture his attention.

But that didn’t stop him from trying.

It almost seemed like a challenge to him, as if winning you over would prove something—not just to you, but to himself.

Dominic was nothing, if not persistent.

—

It started off with little things. 

You’d see him at a party, and he’d make his way over, leaning just close enough to make your pulse race. 

“Hey,” he’d say in that low voice of his, like he was letting you in on a secret. “Fancy running into you here.”

You’d roll your eyes. “Not that fancy,” you’d reply. “You’re here every night.”

He’d laugh, brushing it off. “What can I say? I’m where the action is. And apparently, so are you.”

Or even one night, at a mutual friend’s house party, he caught you in the kitchen, pouring a drink.

“Here we go again,” you muttered as he sidled up, practically beaming.

“What?” He feigned innocence, leaning against the counter like he had nowhere else to be. “I’m just here for the ambiance.”

“Sure,” you replied dryly, stirring your drink. “Not here to bug me at all.”

“Bug you?” He placed a hand over his heart, looking deeply wounded. “Why would I bug the most interesting, most beautiful person in the room?”

And as time went on, you realized he was doing a pretty good job of getting under your skin. He was funny and had this odd knack for showing up exactly when you needed a laugh. 

But, it was all smooth talk, and you knew better than to read into it. 

—

He would even pop up in your messages with carefully curated playlists and random memes at odd hours. One night, at nearly three in the morning, he sent you a song. You clicked it, half asleep, listening to the slow, soulful lyrics.

“Seriously? You’re sending me Drake at 3 a.m.?” you texted back.

His reply came almost immediately: “What? I just thought you’d appreciate the vibes. Don’t you like it?”

You couldn’t help but smile, even though you knew better. “It’s fine,” you replied, trying to sound unimpressed, “If I was a prepubescent boy.”

He shot back, “Ouch. I pour my heart into a late-night playlist, and all I get is ‘fine’? Remind me not to be romantic with you anymore.”

“You call that romantic?!” you teased.

He responded with a winking emoji. “You’d know if I was trying to be romantic. Trust me.”

You laughed, but kept your guard up. 

That was just Dominic—he never quit. 

He sent you song after song, funny memes at all hours, anything he thought might make you laugh. He’d slip compliments into the conversation when you least expected them. 

Charming? Absolutely. Loyal? That was up for debate.

You knew he had a habit of leaving a trail of broken hearts in his footsteps, and you weren’t about to fall for it.

But, he was relentless. He seemed to show up everywhere, always ready with that same easy charm.

—

One day, you found yourself sitting outside on the patio of your favorite cafe when he strolled by, immediately making a U-turn to come sit next to you.

“Need some company?” he asked, his voice dripping with faux-casual charm.

“Mmm, not particularly,” you replied, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Perfect, because I’m excellent at being unwanted company,” he said, sliding into the seat across from you and leaning in. “So, I have a dilemma. You seem like a good person to solve it.”

“Oh really?” You smirked, raising an eyebrow. “What kind of dilemma?”

“Well,” he drawled, pretending to look serious, “I can’t figure out if I should ask you for your number… or just keep showing up everywhere you are and hope you’ll take the hint.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “You already have my number, Dominic. Remember when you sent me that completely unnecessary playlist at three in the morning?”

He grinned. “Ah, yes. That was for your listening pleasure. And it was absolutely necessary, by the way.”

“Dominic, please,” you paused, “I swear, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were following me.”

“Me? Follow you?” He grinned, looking scandalized. “I would never! I just happen to have excellent timing.”

“Should I file a restaining order against you or something?” You chuckled, sipping your drink.

“C'mon, you wouldn’t do that,” Dominic purrs, “How would we be able to swoon over each other? Maybe, you're just everywhere I go. Who says… you’re not my stalker?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to brush it off, but the truth was, you’d started to enjoy the banter. 

“You’re so full of it, Dominic. Your ego is gonna spill out of you someday.”

“Maybe,” he said, leaning in just enough that you could smell the faint hint of his cologne, “Maybe, I just like being wherever you are,” he said, his voice playful but sincere. “Ever think about that?”

“Oh, I’m sure that’s it,” you replied, rolling your eyes. But when he looked at you with those eyes, warm and mischievous, it was hard not to feel the tiniest flicker of something more.

There was something infectious about his easy confidence, the way he didn’t mind looking silly as long as he could make you laugh. You were starting to understand what all of his other girls saw in him.

He seemed to notice the crack in your defenses and leaned closer, voice low. “Give me a shot. One date. No games, no flirting with anyone else.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “I’m not exactly into sharing, Dominic. And word on the street is you’re into… well, everyone.”

His expression softened, but there was still a glimmer of that charming confidence. “What if I told you I’m into just one person now?”

“Yeah?” you challenged. “And how long’s that going to last?”

“As long as you want it to,” he murmured, leaning close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You say that now. But I don’t have time to be just another girl in your playlist, Dominic.”

He straightened, putting his hand on his chest in mock offense. “Wow. You really think I’m that bad, huh?”

“Honestly? Yes, I do,” you said, unable to keep the smile from creeping onto your face.

"Why is that?" Dominic asked, as if he was genuinely perplexed.

You tilted your head, giving him a look. “You really want me to list all the reasons?”

He leaned back, crossing his arms in that casual way of his, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Go on then. Enlighten me.”

You took a deep breath, pretending to count off on your fingers. “Let’s see… for starters, you flirt with anything that breathes, you’ve got a track record of, I don't know, cheating on people, and I’ve heard more stories about your ‘endeavors’ than I can count. Should I go on?”

His smile didn’t waver, but something in his eyes softened as he listened, really listened. “Alright, fair points,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish look. “But maybe I’ve grown up a little. I'm ready to settle down. People change, right?”

You raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident. “People change, but Dominic, you’re—well, you’re you.”

He laughed, and for a moment, it was as if the whole world faded away, leaving just the two of you in that charged little bubble.

“Guilty as charged,” he said with a shrug. “But what if I’m tired of being that guy? What if I want something real for once?”

There was a flicker of sincerity in his voice that made your heart do a little flip. You glanced away, unsure of what to say, feeling a warmth in your cheeks that you hoped he wouldn’t notice.

“Look,” he continued, his voice softer, “all I’m asking for is a chance. No strings, no expectations, just… a chance to show you who I really am. I promise I won’t pull any tricks. What do you say?”

You hesitated, trying to ignore the excitement sparking in your chest. A part of you wanted to say yes, to give him that one shot. But there was also that voice in the back of your mind, reminding you of all the things you’d heard, all the stories that seemed impossible to ignore.

But then you met his gaze again. He wasn’t grinning or trying to charm you with a clever line. He was just standing there, his face open, honest, like he was waiting on the edge of something.

“Fine,” you said finally, surprising even yourself. “Prove to me that you've 'changed,' and I'll give you a chance.”

He let out a breath, a grin breaking through. “Deal! I swear, you’ll see. I'll show you that I'm the guy you've been searching for your whole life.”

You shook your head, laughing at his confidence. “Big promises, Dominic.”

He gave a playful bow, pretending to be serious.

“You deserve nothing less."

—

And, in the weeks that followed, things started to shift. 

You found yourself looking forward to his messages, to the way he’d light up when he saw you, to the little moments where he’d brush his hand against yours and you’d feel that thrill you couldn’t deny anymore. 

He was actually... proving something.

He was still the same Dominic—funny, charming, a little ridiculous—but there was something deeper, something real that he was finally showing you.

He kept sending you songs, but now you listened to them more closely. They weren’t just random choices—they were songs that held meaning, songs that made you feel like he was trying to tell you something without saying it out loud.

You guys actually sat and talked for hours, the conversation flowing naturally, the usual teasing giving way to deeper things.

He shared stories about his family, about the things he wanted to do that no one else knew.

And for the first time, you caught a glimpse of a Dominic you hadn’t expected—a thoughtful, almost vulnerable side that he rarely let anyone see.

—

On one Thursday evening, Dominic texted you out of the blue:

“Come to my show tomorrow night. I’ll even reserve you the best seat in the house.”

You’d almost laughed out loud. The confidence. The nerve. Yet, his invitation was so open, so brazen, that you found yourself hesitating to reply with your usual sarcasm.

Instead, you typed back, “Best seat? And what does that entail?”

“A chair within arm’s reach of me at all times,” he replied instantly, adding a winking emoji. “So I can serenade you properly, of course.”

Rolling your eyes, you typed, “I’ll think about it,” but you knew you’d already made up your mind. 

Maybe you wanted to see him in his element, to see if this easy charm carried over to the stage, or maybe you were just curious to see if he’d actually live up to the hype he constantly built up around himself.

—

The air in the venue was charged with anticipation, warm bodies pressed together, the smell of spilled beer and cheering fans filling the room. 

As you pushed your way closer to the front, a sight caught your eye—a single chair with a handwritten note taped to it. 

“Reserved for my stalker,” it read in his sloppy scrawl. 

You rolled your eyes but smiled, feeling a strange flutter in your chest. Somehow, Dominic had managed to make this loud, chaotic place feel... personal?

The lights dimmed, and the murmuring crowd hushed as Dominic appeared on stage, guitar in hand. 

His usual confident grin was there, but something else lingered beneath it—something softer, maybe even vulnerable. The crowd cheered, but as he adjusted the microphone, his gaze found yours, and it held there, unblinking, like he was trying to tell you something without words.

“Hey, everyone,” he said into the mic, his voice a warm, familiar sound. “I’ve got a few new songs for you… some just for fun, and… one for a special someone, who might know who they are.” 

His eyes stayed on you for just a moment longer before he looked away, and in that second, a ripple of curiosity and warmth spread through you. 

He started to play, fingers gliding over the guitar strings with ease, and then his voice filled the room. 

The song was slow, raw, each note lingering in the air. His lyrics were unexpectedly honest—about someone who held him at arm’s length, who had walls around them that he’d do anything to tear down. 

He sang about working harder than he ever had, about falling for someone who wasn’t swayed by his charm but made him want to be better.

You sat, utterly captivated, your eyes locked on his, and it felt like there was no one else in the room. 

The song had an intimacy to it, like he was peeling back layers you hadn’t even realized he had, and it struck you right in the heart. 

When he sang the final line—If I set fire to these walls right now, would I set foot inside your mind? And if you say yes, am I allowed… back in?—a shiver ran through you.

As the last note faded, the crowd erupted in cheers, but Dominic’s gaze stayed on you, as if to say, ‘Did you hear me? Did I finally prove myself?’

The rest of the show was electric, each song a pulse of energy that had the crowd moving, dancing, singing along. 

But nothing else hit quite the same way as that first song, the one that felt like it was made just for you. 

By the time the show wrapped up, you were buzzing with emotions you hadn’t expected, wondering if you’d been wrong about Dominic all along.

After the final song, you made your way backstage, weaving through the crowd. 

When you found him, he was standing by himself, wiping the sweat from his forehead, looking a little nervous—a side of him you’d never seen before. 

His face lit up when he spotted you, but his usual smirk was gone. Instead, he looked almost shy.

“Hey you,” he said, voice a little breathless. “You… you made it.”

You raised an eyebrow, giving him a teasing smile. “Yeah, I made it. Figured I’d give you a chance to show off.”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, did I? You think maybe I made my case?”

You hesitated, but then nodded, your voice softer than you’d planned. “Yeah... I think maybe you did.”

There was a beat of silence, then he took a step closer, and his hand brushed against yours. It was a small touch, but it sent a shiver up your arm, and suddenly the air between you felt charged, like you were the only two people in the room.

“So… there’s something I’ve been wanting to do,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. He lifted his hand, tracing his thumb lightly along your cheek. His fingers trembled slightly, a sign that he was holding back just as much as you were.

You swallowed, feeling your pulse quicken. “Yeah?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper. “What’s that?”

In answer, he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. The world seemed to slow, the noise of the crowd dimming until all you could hear was the soft hum of his breathing. 

His lips brushed yours, tentative and gentle at first, but when you didn’t pull away, he deepened the kiss, his hand slipping to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

It wasn’t like any kiss you’d had before. 

It was slow, unhurried, filled with the kind of warmth that made you forget every warning you’d given yourself about him. 

You could feel his heartbeat against your own, his fingers curling into your hair as if he was afraid you might disappear.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes searched yours, and there was no hint of that usual confidence. He looked… hopeful.

“Think I could finally take you on a date?” he asked softly, his thumb grazing your cheek.

You smiled, feeling your walls crumble in a way you hadn’t thought possible. “Don’t make me regret it, Dominic.”

He let out a laugh, warm and relieved, his eyes bright with something that looked a lot like joy. “I won’t,” he promised, brushing a stray hair from your face. “Not this time. I mean it.”

And as he stood there, holding you close in the dim glow of the backstage lights, you felt something click into place. 

You didn’t know where this was going, or if he’d really changed for good, but in that moment, it felt like enough. 

[ithebookhoarder]

🎄 Spending Christmas at Wayne manor (The Bat!Fam x Reader)

A/N: I said I'd be back with more Christmas content. What can I say? It's a Christmas miracle ✨ Well, more like the fact that the Christmas holidays are the first chance I've had to really sit and force myself to finish the things I've had sitting in my drafts for MONTHS... Who knew being an adult could be so time consuming 😅

Masterlist

First of all, Christmas would be a big deal at Wayne Manor. 

Like, if you don’t think Bruce is making up for all those Christmases spent alone with Alfred as a child then you have got another thing coming. 

No matter what villain decides to try and ruin the holiday with another crazy scheme, he WILL be back in time to enjoy the holidays come hell or high water. 

It has led to some great shots on TV of the Joker sitting outside the GCPD come Christmas morning, wrapped ornately in a bow. 

Each of you would have a stocking over the fireplace in the main hall, even if you don’t celebrate the holiday. It’s more of a commemorative event in the Wayne family anyway, offering everyone a rare chance to act like a normal-ish family for once and having your name up amongst everyone else’s makes you feel oddly gooey and warm inside. 

As does the sight of the MASSIVE tree sitting in the main Hall, absolutely smothered in decorations.

It’s a weird tradition, but Bruce insists that the tree is gathered from the extensive grounds surrounding the house, as it was when he was a kid. 

He enjoys watching everyone pulling decorations from the box, allowing them each to buy a new one of their own to add to the collection. 

How Alfred manages to get the star on top astounds you, but you suspect Damian (the sneaky demon) had something to do with it. 

Which is odd, as Damian hates the holidays - or so he says. 

He even threatens to try and stab Jason when he tries to put him in an ugly Christmas sweater for the family Christmas card photo.   

Still, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love getting gifts. In fact, he tries to act aloof but you notice him smiling to himself later on, after he opens the gift you bought for him. 

“See Todd - my gift is the best. I told you they like me most!”

He’s also very proud to give you his gift in return, having prided himself on getting the one thing you most wanted after you briefly mentioned it months ago. 

“Unlike the others, I actually pay attention and remember things.” 

Like how he also remembers to avoid all the places Jason sneakily hid mistletoe in the hopes of catching people out at the holiday party. 

You are not so lucky. 

Speaking of, Jason would be banned from making drinks after his first round of egg-nog almost blinds you all.

“I’m simply putting the merry in merry Christmas!” He’d argue, but Bruce would simply glare and swipe the key to the liquor cabinet, grumbling about why he ever thought adopting annoying teenagers was a good idea. 

Alfred patiently tolerating carnage as you all try to help with baking holiday goods. Flying flour and slipping over egg yolks is practically a tradition by this point

However, you are all banned from the kitchen when it’s time for him to prepare Christmas dinner. It’s a military operation for this one man army, and you best believe he has everything broken down on a perfectly calculated schedule. 

Not even Bruce is brave enough to get in the butler’s way.

Meanwhile, Tim would be busting the festive tunes out, knowing which songs people really hate and making sure to blast them on repeat. 

He’s also the one trying to get you all to play a game or something, even if he full well knows Monopoly has been banned in this house for a reason. 

Dick ends up trying to be the peacemaker after world war three nearly breaks out after a rather heated round of charades. 

Thankfully, dinner would interrupt you all and peace would reign long enough for you all to devour the feast Alfred has put together.

You even hold it together long enough for Bruce to attempt his usual holiday toast, before he eventually gives up after being heckled one too many times. 

You then follow dinner with a movie marathon together, whilst Alfred insists on cleaning up after everyone. You have a usual list of movies that you all can agree on watching, cued up and ready to go. 

To be honest, it’s probably the best part of the day as everyone sits there, drowsy from a full belly, and laughing at some cheesy movie playing on the screen. 

It’s never a surprise that you all end up passing out later in the evening. In fact, Bruce and Alfred think it’s the most magical moment, watching you all asleep on one another (they have taken many a picture to treasure the rare moment)

They also tuck you all under blankets with a fond smile, before wishing you a very merry Christmas. 

[yuseirra]

Onk spoilers/theories:

The lyrics for Mephisto and Fatal makes a lot more sense if the protagonist twins' parents were originally gods. This seems wacky but I have my reasons for keep bringing this up, it DOES all connect together

If you look at the official artwork of Ai, there are particularly many where she is depicted as an angel with wings. There was one drawing when the artist drew Ai after Fatal was released, right? Then it's safe to assume that the "Fatal/fatale" mentioned in the song is referring to Ai. I bought the artbook, and one of the pictures I remember had Ai positioned like the Virgin Mary in the center, with the twin protagonists as baby angels on either side... I've said this a lot, but I think she's a god who chose to live as a human because she "loves people".

In the lyrics of "Mephisto," there's a line, "I forgot who I lived as!" I probably said this in another post too earlier too-

Could it be that Hikaru forgot that he was originally a god? If you think that this character sings the song, interpreting it that way also makes sense.

This probably isn't Aqua. Aqua never forgot that he was Gorou. He just tries not to remember it, but it's always in his subconscience.

If there are characters that lived as something else but have forgotten about that fact entirely, I feel it'd be Ai and Hikaru.

Their backstory and family structure seem to be derived from Izanagi and Izanami, and their names or abilities appear to be inspired by Ame-no-Uzume and Sarutahiko. Anyway, both are god-like figures, and they are wed to one another, as husband and wife.

What I'm starting to think is that they could have been close from their past life as gods. Ai, like Ponyo, might've said, "I want to become human and live over there!" and hopped away into the human world. Hikaru, worriedly could've followed thinking "How can you go alone?" Due to the different flow of time between the human world and the divine realm, it seems they ended up with a one-year age difference. Their meeting and being together were destined from the start since they knew each other originally.

There is also another line in Mephisto that goes : Remember who you lived with!

Ai and Hikaru were probably originally a couple or close friends.

Then, both went through many hardships, and it seems Hikaru fell into despair, likely because of losing Ai, leading to his downfall.

Tsukuyomi, as another divine being, seems to be watching over them.

I think Tsukuyomi might have selected two favorable souls to reincarnate as this couple’s children and is trying to guide them back onto the right path (since both Ai and Hikaru caused trouble as gods). There might be more to this purpose as well.

As Ai was dying in the story, she told Ruby to become an idol, and Aqua to become an actor. This has been fulfilled.

The "star" in this manga is the object to which wishes are made in Mephisto, so it has the power to grant wishes. And Ai’s wish has come true.

Ai is likely a god and a star, and Hikaru is probably the same.

Also, when Hikaru appears, there are several mentions of wishes and gods. There must be something more to this..

+I think the entire lyrics of "Mephisto" are spoilers.

Hikaru’s goal might be to revive Ai, or if that's impossible, to return himself to being a star (god) like Ai.

To do this, it seems he needs to gather people who have the power of the stars (those with star eyes) and that’s why he’s doing all of this. It's probably really hard to accomplish, and that's why Fatal's lyrics sound really desperate saying "how much more do I need for things to be filled?" Mephisto's lyrics, if I remember correctly, mentioned of sad lights accumulating day by day? I think this guy must be collecting the lights that are necessary to either bring Ai back to life or let him return to being what he was originally (a star-god)and reunite with her there...

If I think about it this way, everything seems to fit together for me.

Hikaru wants to return to where Ai is or revive Ai so they can live together with their children, but he’s struggling because the conditions aren't met.

Isn’t "Mephisto" or "Fatal" ultimately a song where this person is crying about wanting to see his wife again? Haha, when listening to Will Stetson’s English cover, there are notably many lyrics about crying. I thought, wow, he cries a lot. And that description does fit Hikaru to me considering how he used to be.. He used to be a soft child

Hikaru seems like the type to cry more than Ai. If this character meets Ai, he’ll probably burst into tears I think. Ai is strong, resilient, and tough. Hikaru's character’s true nature is more sensitive. They used to be really cute together, I wonder if they could be like that way now too.

Whatever he's up to, I'm sure he does really love her from his reactions. I reread and examined his actions a lot and at least that part about him is genuine, idk about anything else but that I can believe

[smolbeansthings]

Today, I spent with my big and her partner. I was invited to eat Korean BBQ. This was my first time, so I had to be shown the process of picking out your meat, vegetables, and rice and how to cook them on the grill. Out of the group of people there, I only recognized one person, and that was Holly. I've seen her many times at the gatherings my big hosts. It goes without saying that she knows very well that I'm a bit of a baby. She's also very loving and sweet, so I've become really comfortable around her. Aside from her, there were 3 others I've never met before. New friends from work, no doubt. I introduced myself to the new faces and proceeded to eat next to Holly. My big was across from us at another table with her partner and the new face. For the majority of the time, I was silent. Only making small comments here and there. I felt very out of place. I don't know why this is, but I always assume I'm the youngest simply because everyone around me acts more mature than I do. I felt like a small child sitting at the grown-ups table and not understanding anything being said around me. Eventually, the topic of my age came up. One of them virtually screamed, learning that I was 30 years old. The other 3 guys also gasped in shock. All of them thought I was at least 18 at the oldest. One then commented that he assumed my big raised me, which was amusing to us both, considering he wasn't far from the truth. My big signed to Holly sitting right next to me, and Holly interpreted what she said. It was addressed to me, and she said, "Your age might be older, but you're still my little." I blushed so hard! I was so blushy the only thing I could do was pout and throw a fit. Of course, I tried to dispute that I was an adult, but she quickly put me in my place, stating my little tantrum said otherwise. I was frustrated at the retort and out of frustration threw an even bigger tantrum, only proving her point. Later on into the night, after some Boba and board games, it was time for everyone to leave. My big reminding me of the Halloween party happening tomorrow. Everyone was invited to wear a costume or something spooky. I voiced my concern that I didn't have anything to dress up as. I mean sure, I could wear my Stitch onsie but I had worn that the previous year. She then suggested I can dress in my little clothes as a costume. I blushed at the thought but she gave me a look of reassurance and told me it was okay. I blushed more and just nodded my head in acceptance. She had to drop off her guests and I had to go home so we all made our way to our cars. She gets her 3 passengers into her car and pulls next to mine as I'm buckling up in my own vehicle. I roll down my window to see what she wanted and she reminded me to pack a bag and bring extra clothes and a "Change". She put emphasis on the word and I knew exactly what she meant by that. Afterwards she instructed that I make way directly to her house after work. I nodded my head once again, signaling I understood her instructions. After she confirmed it, she quickly said in a sing-song tone of voice, "See you tomorrow, Princess," before driving off. It's those small settle moments that throw me right into little space, and she does it seamlessly. No doubt her experience comes from the many years she's known me.

[sugarikiz]

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“Hey, niki, the manager said that he had to talk to you now”, Niki’s assistant, Mary tells him as she tells him about today’s schedule. “Really? Did he tell you why?” Niki’s voice comes out a bit worried due to the fact that he was worried. What could he have done wrong? He felt like a kid again, when the head teacher called you to their office after class. All of the worst case scenarios popped into his head. Did he accidentally drink? Or maybe he was in a scandal? Did one of their songs flop? There were just too many terrible possibilities. It couldn’t be too bad, or not…? Snapping out of his thoughts he walks to the manager’s office.

Well, now was the moment of truth… he was standing outside the managers door, tentatively raising his hand to knock on the wooden door, but the second he was about to knock, you, a member of be:lift’s newly debuted girl group, Sh1n1ng Star$, opened the door from the inside.

You looked really cold, to say the least. Your lesser than shoulder length black hair, with pretty dark blue streaks, along with your pierced ears, with three silver earrings on, made his knees go a bit weak, due to how gorgeous you looked. Not to mention that you were pretty tall, well maybe short to him, but not short to others, and how your dark brown eyes stared at him with a seemingly cold look. You were wearing a cropped white button up shirt, with a pair of baggy jeans.

He gulped. Maybe this was worse than a scandal…

“Niki! Niki! Hello?” The manager called out, snapping Niki out of his thoughts. “Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry about that…” Niki said, sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“Okay, so the reason i have called the two of you here is because you two need to film the dance challenge of stupid in love, and i chose two of you is because your the best dancers in your groups. So you need to film it in about an hour so you need to go to your stylists and get ready, okay?”, the manager says, calmly, much different from how fast Niki’s heart was beating at that point. Wait, why the heck was his heart racing? He couldn’t have a crush on you, right?

Pushing his thoughts to the back of his head, he goes to his styling room and gets his hair and makeup done by his stylist and puts on the outfit he needed to wear to film the challenge.

‘Wow’, was the only thought he had in his Mind when he saw you coming into his room while he was getting his hair done. This new outfit looked so good on you. It was a dark purple off the shoulder dress, which reached a few inches above your knees. It looked absolutely amazing on you.

You called out his name and told him it was time to film. You walked out of the room together and got started.

But it took more than a few tries to get it right and in that hour, Niki realised that you’re not as cold as you looked. You were actually so nice and funny too. You both laughed so much and by the end of it, you gathered up the courage to ask him for his number so you could talk. And to say that Niki was happy was an understatement. He was ecstatic, over the moon, and every other expression that can be used to show happiness.

well, this was the start of your friendship with Niki.. or could it be more?

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