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[e1e4n0r5]

Violet Riffs and Honey Kisses

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Rock Star AU. Rock Star Vi x Bimbo Singer Reader

Words: 2806

Synopsis: Vi's band gets a last-minute call asking if they can perform with a singer after her band can't make it. The only problem: Vi broke your heart years ago

Warnings: no smut, fluff, pining, bimbo reader, reader's race isn't stated but she has natural long curly hair, exes-to-lovers, references to past smut, sexual tension

Notes: I was originally going to include smut but didn't feel right with the story, so just a shorter fluff piece 🙂 Reader is an amalgamation of Chappell Roan, Sabrina Carpenter, and Chrissy Chlapecka.

Fresh out of a year of work, constantly performing, touring, or creating new music, The Lanes rock band was finally on a break for a few months. Vi, the guitarist, was enjoying her lazy mornings, easy days, and time spent on solid ground rather than endless buses and flights. She loved touring and seeing the world, but there was nothing like waking up in her own bed knowing she was going to sleep there again that night.

A call woke her for the first time in weeks. Blindly reaching out, she checked the screen. Their manager. She frowned; her manager knew about the break, so what did he want?

Vi accepted the call. “Hey?”

“Morning, Vi! Look, I’m sorry to call, I know you’re all on break-”

“S’fine. What’s going on?” she slurred, her voice thick with sleep.

“Another client of mine is doing a show tonight but her whole band have come down with food poisoning; none of them can do it, and our back-up choice is already doing another gig. Any chance you could cover this today? I know it’s short notice, but you would need to get to the venue ASAP to start rehearsals. She's already got an opening act so you guys don't need to worry about that.”

“Who is it? What’s the music like?” she asked, sitting up. Learning a whole set list the day of was a big ask, but not impossible for the band.

“Honey Kiss. You’ve heard of her, right?”

Vi’s heart stopped. Yeah. Yeah, she knew Honey Kiss. She broke your heart years ago.

Vi’s heart wouldn’t stop racing as the minibus drove carefully down the alleys around the stadium. Why had she taken the job? She was an idiot. Absolute fucking moron. This was a bad idea, bad, bad idea!

Her foot tapped incessantly, the rest of the band noticing.

Jayce nudged her shoulder. “Vi, chill. We’ll be fine.”

Mel scrutinised Vi’s shaking hands. “What’s wrong, Vi? Why are you so nervous?”

Ekko pushed forward a little, sticking his arm in front of you all to show you his phone. “Look! Viktor’s already there, she’s so hot!”

Vi’s eyes avoided looking at the screen. She didn’t want to see you, even though she was only a few minutes away. She shouldn’t be here, she should have told her manager she couldn’t make it.

“Oh, she’s gorgeous!” Mel complimented.

Jayce brought Ekko’s phone closer to his face. “Is that hair real?”

“Gotta be a wig, dude, it’s too perfect!”

“S’real,” Vi mumbled. Everyone looked at her. She shifted and cleared her throat. “It’s real, her hair’s real. She never wears wigs or extensions. Her hair just grows really quickly and she-she knows how to look after it.” The memories of your hair spread across her bedsheets.

They all did a double-take at the picture on the phone.

“Are you serious?!”

The minibus stopped; you’d arrived outside the back door. Jayce and Ekko practically shoved Vi out the way to get inside.

“I gotta see this up close!”

When Vi and Mel stepped out of the minibus, Mel held Vi’s arm.

“Vi, what’s happening? What’s going on?”

She shuffled awkwardly, nervous sweat forming at her hairline. “We…She and I…It was years ago.”

Mel nodded understandingly. “Did it not end well?”

“We were forming the band; she was starting out her own career. She wanted to try long-distance; I wanted to be free and easy,” she sneered, disgusted at herself.

“Ahhh. So this might be very uncomfortable for you both.” Vi nodded, wringing her fingers. “Do you want to leave? I'll tell them you're ill and we'll find another guitarist.”

But suddenly the thought of not seeing you, not playing with you, was unbearable. “No. No, I'll be fine. I can do it, it'll be okay.”

Mel coached Vi through a few deep breaths, then they headed inside. As they walked down the corridors, they could hear your songs playing, Jayce and Ekko’s voices, as well as soft feminine giggles. You.  

Vi stepped through the doorway into the rehearsal room, and froze. There you were. So beautiful, so pretty. You were dressed casually in comfortable clothes, which for you consisted of a pale pink crop top and tight shorts.

Fucking hell, Vi was going to die.

You looked up from the sheet music you were showing Jayce (whose cheeks were bright red at how close you were leaning in) when you heard the door open.

“Oh my god. Vi!” you squealed.

You practically bounced over to her - fuck, you weren't wearing a bra, she cursed – and jumped into her arms, your arms clasped around her neck. She automatically held you to her, trying to keep her cool as your breasts pressed against her.

“It's so good to see you! I couldn't believe it when my manager – our manager, isn't that crazy! – told me you were all coming today. I'm so excited!”

Of course you were. She felt awful. You were so genuinely kind and bubbly and sweet as fucking sugar, it would never occur to you to do something so mean as hold a grudge, even against the person who broke your heart into a thousand pieces because she wanted to make music and travel the world as a single woman.

“Hey, Cupcake,” she blurted out your old nickname before she could stop herself. “It's good to see you too.”

See you, smell you, feel your perky tits against hers...

“Oh my god, you look so hot!” you gushed, letting go of her neck and standing in front of her. You cupped her cheeks, stroking your thumb over the tattoo under her eye. “I love this, it makes you look so dangerous and sexy.”

Her heart clenched again. You never said a single word you didn’t mean.

“You look good too.”

And then your bubble burst, with Ekko shouting from his drum set.

“Her hair’s real! It's awesome!”

You playfully shook your head of hair, waving the waist-length curls from side to side. “Thank you! Oh, Vi, you know who does my hair?”

She nodded. Jinx had asked her years ago if she’d be okay with Jinx being your hairstylist.

“Isn’t it so cool, we’ll be playing together, after your sister makes my hair sexy. I can't believe it!”

Vi couldn't either.

Vi was in hell. This was torture, actual torture. Not the shit in movies or TV, where people get electrocuted or water-boarded or have their arms and legs cut off. No, she would have preferred that. But watching you from across the room, perfect in every possible way, run through your songs with her band, constantly smiling and effervescent, was killing her.

Despite Vi initiating the breakup, she'd never stopped thinking about you, never stopped regretting what she did. Every day, you filled her mind, tormenting her with thoughts of you. Of the time you spent together; of the memories you could have made if she hadn't been so fucking stupid and arrogant those years ago. Several of the band’s songs she’d written over the years were about you. She wondered if any of your songs were about her?

She got her answer.

The band had been practicing your music together, with you only singing a few lines here and there, just to match the key, when they all decided they were ready to run through a song properly. Ekko counted down for everyone, clicking his drum sticks, and everyone started a song Vi had vaguely heard before.

She was a playboy, Brigitte Bardot

She showed me things, I didn't know

She did it right there, out on the deck

Put her canine teeth, in the side of my neck

You winked at her, dragging your pretty pink fingernail up your neck and tapping it seductively, eyes locked on hers. Vi’s mind flooded with memories of her biting that delicious skin on your neck, just under your ear. She could never resist, it always looked so nice.

The song continued and you sang, your sweet voice carrying the melodies with ease.

You like, what I like

Long hair, no bra, I'm your type

You just told me, want me to fuck you

Baby I will, ‘cos I really want to

As you sang, your kept your eyes on Vi, sinking down onto the balls of your feet and bouncing up and down, winking again.

Vi’s guitar screeched as she fucked up the notes. Jesus fucking Christ, she wanted you. Her fingers fumbled with her pick, dropping it on the floor as she scrambled to get it back.

“Sorry, fuck! Sorry, guys! I just...fuck...”

You looked at her in concern. “I'm sorry, was that too much?”

“No! No, I'm-I'm good.”

“I just always do that move when I sing that part. I don't have to-”

“No, this is your show, you do what you want. I'll get it right, I'm sorry. Let's go again.”

You looked at the rest of the band, but Mel was the only one meeting your eye. “Was it too distracting?”

“No!” Jayce, Ekko, and Viktor all assured you quickly and loudly.

You smiled. “Okay, let's go again. From the top?”

Ekko counted everyone in again and you restarted the song. At least Vi knew what to expect.

Little did she know...Further on in the song, you started jumping up and down.

I heard you like magic, I got a wand and a rabbit

So baby, let's get freaky, get kinky, let's make this bed get squeaky

You smiled at Vi, bouncing up and down at your favourite part of the song, your breath control never faltering. All the while, Vi wanted the floor to swallow her whole. Images of wands, rabbits, and your bed frame banging against the wall assaulted her mind.

She somehow got through the rest of the song, grateful it ended. Yet knowing she'd have to perform it in front of an audience with you going all out on your performance. How the fuck was she going to survive the day?

Later in the afternoon, Vi’s sister Jinx arrived to do your hair and makeup. You squealed in excitement, running up and hugging her. Jinx had been doing your hair for years, she was the only person you knew with hair longer than yours.

She started on your make up, going for your usual dramatic hot pink eye shadow and eyeliner, full false lashes. After your look was created to perfection, you whispered an idea in her ear, earning a grin. Your hair was given even more volume, but largely left loose, just adding some pretty pink hair clips for decoration.

When it was time to head to the stage, Vi finally saw you in all your glory. Pink chequered mini dress, the petticoat full and bouncy; a white garter on each thigh; pink platform heels; and a white leather studded choker around your neck. From a distance, she saw something on your cheekbone. As you got closer, her heart stopped. It was a little heart with Vi next to it, drawn in black eyeliner, the only dark part of your whole outfit. It was meant to be seen.

“Do I look okay?” you asked, giving her a twirl.

Vi swallowed, her mouth dry. “Yeah. Yeah, Cupcake, you look nice.”

You beamed at her, taking her hand. “Shall we head up?”

Vi never got stage fright. Even in the early days, she would barely get even the slightest bit nervous. But now, she was terrified. Standing on stage with you and the band, watching as you greeted the crowd, as happy and bouncy as ever, Vi wanted to throw up.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't be here. She should run off stage before it was too late.

“Hi everyone! Zaun, I'm so excited, are you excited?” the crowd cheered back at you. “Oh my god, we've had a crazy day! My whole band got so sick today that none of them could be here with us, but we found some new friends to play with us and we've got a great gig for you tonight,” you grinned widely at the crowd. “You guys know The Lanes, one of the greatest bands ever, of all time?” They cheered again. “You wanna meet them?” They cheered back, enthralled by your positive energy.

You popped the pink sequined mic off the stand and walked around the stage. “This is Jayce, he’s on bass,” you introduced, “oh my god, that rhymes!” Jayce played a short riff while the crowd laughed and clapped. “This is Ekko,” you playfully echoed his name into the mic as he drummed, “who's gonna rock drums for us. Over here is Viktor, on keyboard. Play it, Viktor!” you encouraged him, cheering at his little piece. “This goddess is Mel, on this awesome electric violin. She’s so cool and sexy, you're gonna love her vibes!”

“And over here,” you smiled as you turned to Vi, skipping over to her, “is Vi,” you gushed her name, “on guitar. She's so hot. We actually dated for a few years when we were younger!” The crowd cheered again as you wrapped your free arm around Vi’s waist, resting your head against her muscled arm. “Oh, she's so strong. I'm gonna get excited, I gotta back off!” you giggled, pulling away and skipping to the front of the stage.

“Are you ready?” the crowd cheered. “Are you ready?!” you screamed in excitement. The crowd screamed back. “Let's go!”

You handled the crowd and the band with ease, an expert in charm and charisma. Though Vi did almost have to punch out Ekko at one point; during a break between songs, you did a bit you always do where you wanted to remove your garters, playfully asking if someone from the band would help you. Ekko had immediately jumped up but Vi stepped forward, fixing him with a glare. He sat down with a pout.

She got down on one knee in front of you, lifting your foot to balance on her leg. You squeezed her shoulders, having to move the mic away from your mouth so you didn't broadcast your moan to the whole audience. With the gentlest touch, she eased the garter down your thigh, over your smooth calf, and tossed it over her shoulder. She helped you swap legs, hiding her face behind your thigh as she slid the second one down. Your eyes were locked on each other, your own chest starting to heave.

“You're killing me, Cupcake,” she whispered.

You smiled back. “Sorry, sweetie.”

With both garters off, Vi still on her knee before you, the crowd started chanting, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You blushed, your cheeks turning red. Vi’s cheeks also coloured. She quickly lowered your leg and stood up, pulling her guitar in front of her and strumming the next song.

That song turned out to be no better for Vi. A raunchy song about female self-pleasure, including the lyrics “I'm so hot, I fuck myself” when you simulated rubbing your hand over your hips. The universe was punishing her, Vi knew it.

Another song made jokes about various sex positions. At one point, you sang “Have you ever tried this one?” at which point, you got into a low doggy style pose, your ass pointed in Vi’s direction as you shook your hips.

Your final song was your newest release, a country style song, giving Mel the chance to shine on her violin. Meanwhile you sang “And all the boys may need a nap, But I can close my eyes and, Have you wrapped around my fingers like that” whilst crooking two fingers at Vi. Her cunt immediately throbbed, remembering all the times you'd done so. On the final chorus, you switched up the lyrics, pointing at Vi and singing loudly,

So take it like a taker, ‘Cos baby she's a giver!

Ain't no need to hurry, ‘Cos baby she delivers

Ain't no country boy quitter, She gets the job done!

The crowd went wild with the change, whooping and hollering, some chanting “Vi the Giver!”

At the end of the song, you bowed deeply to the audience, blowing kisses everywhere. As Vi put down her guitar, you ran over, took hold of her hand and pulled her forward. You waved your free hand at the band, urging them forward. You all joined hands, bowing low, smiles on everyone's faces. You smiled at Jayce on one side, then turned to Vi.

Her lips were on yours, one arm around your waist, her other hand cupping your face. You dropped the mic in your hand, wrapping both arms around her neck, pulling her in close. The crowd screamed and cheered, losing their minds.

After the squeal of feedback from the mic, Mel’s smooth voice filled the stadium. “Thank you very much, everyone, good night!”

[thesparkling-diamond27]

For Better Or Worse

Henry Creel x Reader

Summary: Henry Creel turned out not to be how you thought he’d be

A/n: I saw stranger things on broadway a few weeks ago and my mind was blown. That was the first time, in a long time, I walked out of a theatre in awe. I definitely will be seeing it again and the show inspired me to write this one shot. I’m not sure if I’ll turn this into a series, but if I do I will wait to finish The Second Bridgerton and I and When Love Remains first. I hope you like it :)

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Hawkins India, 1959

Hawkins High

I walked with a pep in my step down the hallway towards my locker. I slept through my alarm and was woken up by my mother. By the time I was ready to go, my older brother, by 2 years, had already left. He didn’t like to be kept waiting, so I had to ride my bike to school.

Now I was slightly sweaty as I stood in front of my locker and put in my combo. I grabbed the books I needed for class before I fixed my appearance in my locker mirror. Once I was done, I slammed my locker shut and rushed to first period, which was English.

The bell rang 3 seconds after I entered the door and I thanked all the gods above for not making me late. I gravitated to my seat which was right next to one of my friends Karen Childress (A/n: Mike and Nancy’s mom).

“Y/n! Thank god! I thought I was going to suffer through English alone!”

“Not a chance!”

Mr. Smith began teaching the class, so Karen and I stopped talking, but that didn’t stop us from passing notes during class. Eventually he gave us the last 15 minutes of class to work on our own, so Karen and I started talking while doing our work.

“Have you seen the freak yet?”

“No not yet.” I replied.

The freak. The weirdo. Those were a few words the everybody used to describe the new kid. “Stay away from that kid.” Was a common phrase used to warn others about him. I don’t really believe in all the rumors surrounding him, considering I have never interacted with him, but the rumors did make me curious.

“Well you’re lucky.” Karen continued. “He’s weird. His audition at the drama club yesterday was awkward and odd, but Joyce seemed to like it. Ted couldn’t believe he managed to get the lead, but he did.”

“Huh. Interesting.”

“You want to know what else is interesting, but kind of scary.”

“What?”

Karen leaned in closer and brought her voice down to a whisper.

“Apparently he blinded a kid at his old school. He stabbed a girl in the eyes and now she won’t ever see again.”

My eyes widened at Karen’s words. “That can’t be true!”

“Well no one knows if it’s true, but I wouldn’t put it past him. He’s creepy. That story is an extra reason to stay away from him Y/n.”

“Well I don’t believe it. If he did blind a girl shouldn’t he be in Juvie? He clearly isn’t since he’s here.”

“Maybe his parents paid to not get him sent to Juvie.”

“You really believe this story do you.” I said in disbelief.

Karen nodded. “It makes sense.”

I rolled my eyes and said nothing as I focused back on my work. I loved Karen, but sometimes she blindly conformed to believing things, just because everybody else believed it. It wouldn’t kill her to have her own opinion for once.

“Hey do you have cheer practice today?” Karen asked.

“Yeah I have cheer practice everyday since the game is on Friday.”

“Okay. I just needed to know so I can tell Ted you’re not coming with us after school.”

“Sounds good.”

Soon the bell rang which indicated that English was over. My next class was history which was with all my cheerleader friends and basketball “friends”.

I got along with all the girls on the cheer team and we were all a tight knit group. It especially helped when we had to trust each other in order to do stunts. However, I barely tolerated the basketball team.

There were about 3 guys on the team that I actually liked, but I had to hang out with most of them because that was expected from cheerleaders and basketball players.

My third class was gym, then science and math until lunch rolled around. Now that lunch was over, it was my free period of the day. I was sat at my usual table, in the library, with Joyce doing homework together.

Many people wondered why I studied, so hard, but with my parents I had to. I would be murdered if I got lower than a B. The table near the window was Joyce and I’s usual spot during free period. And when we weren’t doing homework we talked to each other about drama club and cheer.

Joyce tried to get me to join drama club, but that was something I just couldn’t do. Reciting monologues and singing was honestly terrifying. And people would look at me funny if I decided to join the club full of freaks.

I liked to think I didn’t care about what others thought about me, but I did and I was definitely not the only one. Everyone at school had a role to play and mine happens to be with the popular crowd.

However these ideas didn’t stop me from being friends with Joyce. She had a fire and spirit in her and there was something about her that just drew you in. Nothing can stop you from being friends with someone like Joyce Byers.

The both of us were currently solving our math homework and she was once again trying to recruit me to the drama club.

“Come on Y/n! It would be so much fun. You don’t have to be the lead, you can just be in the background.”

“I’ll still be in front of people.” I argued.

“Y/n you literally perform in front of crowds during basketball games.”

“I-fine you got me there, but I still don’t want to do it.”

Joyce sighed in defeat before a lightbulb lit up in her head. “That’s okay. You don’t have to be in the cast. You can be in the crew! You won’t be seen at all. You won’t step a foot onto the stage. Well except for bows, but still you won’t be seen.”

I let Joyce’s words sink in my mind for a bit.

“I won’t be seen?”

“Nope.”

“I won’t have to sing or recite monologues?”

“Nope.”

“I won’t have to-“

“Just say yes Y/n!”

“Alright fine I’ll be a part of the crew.”

“Yes!” Joyce celebrated in her seat.

The deal was done and the two of us continued back to our homework. I was trying to figure out who the 10th president was when my mind wandered to the mystery kid.

Joyce and Henry Creel were both in drama club. Joyce interacted with him first hand so maybe she can tell me how he really is. I know Joyce will tell me only the truth if I just ask.

“Hey…so um I have a question.”

Joyce looked up from her homework. “Yeah.”

“I heard rumors about the new kid and most of them…wait who am I kidding, all of the rumors are negative. Now I don’t want to believe them, because I like to judge people in person, and I don’t know what to believe. And I know you are in drama club with him, so I guess I’m asking…How is he in real life?”

Joyce put down her pencil on the table and her eyes flickered behind me for a second before she looked back at me.

“He’s nice. Quiet, but nice. Maybe a bit odd, but that’s not such a bad thing. He’s not as odd or weird as everyone says he is.”

“So all those rumors about him?”

“I don’t think they’re true.”

“Huh.”

“You’ll see him for yourself in drama rehearsal.”

“I guess. Speaking of drama rehearsal, when is the next meeting?”

“Friday. I have so much to do. I knew I would have a lot of work as president, but-“ A series of curses fell from her mouth.

“Shit! I have to go there’s some things I need to take care of for the play. I have to pull all the stops to get that scholarship!” She began to gather her belongings and shove them in her bag. Joyce made her way to the door when she realized she forgot something and came back.

“HeycanyoupleasehandthisovertoHenryCreelit’sthescriptfortheplayhe’sseatedatthecornerby!” And Joyce was gone before she could even finish her word vomit.

I barely registered what she said except for “script” and “seated by the corner”, so I assumed that she wanted me to give the script to someone.

I turned around in my seat and found only one person sitting in the corner. Then my mind went to when Joyce looked behind me before answering my question about

Henry. Was she looking at him? Could this be the boy that nobody could stop talking about? The freak. The weirdo.

Of course due to all the rumors surrounding this kid I built up an image of him in my mind. I imagined a buff, scruffy scary looking kid with a scowl permanently edged in his face. Dressed in black from head to toe. Having an aura that wouldn’t even make the cronies of Hawkins high come near him.

A boy that fit the image of someone who was violent and looked capable of doing something like poking someone’s eyes out. Someone that I would be afraid of from first glance, but Joyce was correct. He was almost the complete opposite of what everyone has been saying about him and what I imagined.

His hair was blonde and styled in a popular cut and it wasn’t black at all. Instead of being dressed in black from head to toe, he was dressed in an orange and blue plaid long sleeved collared shirt paired with brown pants.

He seemed shy and reserved instead of mean and violent and instead of having an intimidating aura, there was a gentle presence about him.

He seemed normal. Like any other boy I would see on the street. He looked nothing like the description that was given from everyone else in school.

I looked down at the script in my hands to solidify my suspicions and sure enough written in chicken scratch, on the first page of the script, was the name: Henry Creel.

I looked up at Henry and saw him writing in a notebook. Probably working on homework like myself. I took a deep breath before I walked over to the boy that I have never spoken to.

I stood in front of the table he was sitting in and his eyes immediately went up when he noticed my presence. He said nothing which meant that he was waiting for me to speak

“Hi are you Henry Creel?”

He nodded.

“Hi I’m Y/n! I’m not sure if you knew that already.” I held out the script for him to take. “This is from Joyce. It’s the script for the play.”

He extended his arm and took the script from my hands. “Thank you.” He said with a deep voice. I was taken aback by his voice because it contrasted his meek appearance.

“You’re welcome.” I said with a smile. I was about to say goodbye when I noticed that he was completing the science homework assigned by Mr. Clarke.

“Oh are you working on science. I have no idea where to even start with that.” I took a seat across from him and Henry’s eyes widened, but I didn’t notice and continued to talk.

“I always try in that class, but I can never seem to comprehend anything. It’s like everything Mr. Clarke says goes in one ear and out the other you know. I just wish I understood science like I do English or history. Are you good at science? You probably are. You seem like the type of person who would be good at science. Not that I’m stereotyping you or anything.”

I finally stopped talking and looked at Henry who look surprised from my previous rant.

“I’m sorry I rambled didn’t I. Sometimes I tend to talk and talk without thinking and I can’t stop my mouth.”

Henry remained silent. He didn’t say anything during this entire one sided conversation, so I took that as a sign to leave.

“Right so um…I’m going to get out of your hair and subtract myself from this equation. It was nice meeting you though.” I left without looking at Henry’s reaction, but it was nice talking to the mystery kid. Well talked at the mystery kid. He was not quite what I expected.

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It was the day of the big game. My last class of the day just finished and I quickly went to the bathroom before I went to my locker to fix up my look and grab my pompoms.

Everyone was heading to the game, so the hallways were pretty much empty except for a few strays. I was applying lipgloss on my lips when I heard quiet mumbling a few feet away.

“I’m not see things. I’m not crazy…I’m normal…I’m Henry Creel.”

I peered over my locker door and saw Henry with his hands over his eyes while he repeated his personal mantra.

“I’m not seeing things. I’m not crazy. I’m normal. I’m Henry Creel. I’m not seeing things. I’m not crazy-“

I gently grabbed his arm and he immediately jumped back in shock. I retreated my hand to not discomfort him any further.

“Hi…um I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You didn’t seem well.”

“Well I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t seem fine.”

“Well I’m fine.” He said sharply. I took a step back at the volume of his voice.

He seemed to regret that because he apologized immediately. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” He rubbed the sides of pants with his free hand.

“It’s okay.” My eyes wandered to his non free hand, which held a red hand held radio.

“Is that a radio?”

“Yeah.”

“I love radios. I have one too except mine is teal. I usually use it around eight, so that I can listen to Elvis or Ella Fitzgerald. What do you listen to?”

He froze for a second, but he answered. “Whatever is playing.”

“Cool. Well um…are you headed to the homecoming game?”

“No.”

“Why not.”

“I don’t like games.”

“Oh well I just figured you would be going since everyone else is, but that’s okay. Games aren’t for everyone.”

I slaked back to my locker to finish up my lip gloss.

“Are you going?” Henry asked. I grabbed one of my pompoms from my locker and shook it.

“I kind of have to.” I said.

“You’re on the cheer team.” He asked, but it was more of a statement rather than a question.

“Yup” I said with the pop of the p.

I looked at the clock hung in hallway and realized that I should get going, so I wouldn’t be late.

“Hey I have to head the game, but I’ll see you around. Maybe at the game.” I grabbed my pompoms and slammed my locker shut. “Bye.”

“Bye.” Henry called after me.

I rushed to the gymnasium and found my group of cheerleader friends. They were all huddled in the corner and I let out a sigh of relief when I noticed a few of my teammates missing.

“Oh good! You’re here Y/n. I’ll mark you as present.” The cheer captain Karly said.

After some time, the auditorium seats were all full, so we all lined up towards the gymnasium entrance to cheer for the basketball players.

One by one the players were announced and ran out to the court. We all used our pompoms to make a makeshift bough for them to cross under.

The energy in the gym was high as we all gathered towards the benches to take our seats. Both teams began to warm up on the court before the game started.

I started to scan the crowd for Karen, she was here to watch Ted play and me cheer, when I noticed a familiar head of blonde hair standing in front of the entrance is the gymnasium.

Henry’s eyes were scanning the line of cheerleaders until his eyes landed on mine. I smiled and his mouth turned upwards into a semi smile.

I motioned my head to the bleachers behind me and he seemed to get the message because he began walking to find a seat.

“Who are you looking at?” My friend Clara asked.

“oh uh no one.”

Henry might have been a no one back then, but he wouldn’t be no one in a little while. If only I knew how much he would change my life.

He changed it for the better and the worse.

[sunshineandspencer]

Glorified Assistant (Iridescent, Part 2)

A/N: This is more for Maeve and Spencer!! And honestly I hate writing enemies to lovers, I believe in makeout on sight, so enjoy me trying to make a believable hatred.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!OC.

Summary: She’s been given paid leave to basically be Spencer’s assistant, and it almost isn’t worth it.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: swearing, spencer is an ass™

Parts: Pt1, Pt3

Let me stress, this is not Maeve from the show, but my own Maeve just named the same to send Spencer into hell whenever he thinks about it.

Here is more of Maeve and Spencer.

Maeve thought she was home and free.

She hadn’t been fired (score!), and now Spencer was going away for his mandated thirty days off. Apparently he was doing some teaching at the local college, good for him, it also means they won’t have to interact and hopefully he gets his head out of his ass so that she doesn’t cry when they work together.

They’d left on a particularly sore note, considering that she’d been the one to drive him home and he made it very clear how much he hated the entire interaction.

Of course, he didn’t say a word, struggling to fit into her little, gorgeous dark blue mini and then clenching white-knuckled to his knees for the entire journey. He, actually, didn’t say a thing until he got out of the car, slamming the door shut and turning to scowl at her.

“You’re a fucking maniac. Take some more damn lessons.”

As he stormed off into his apartment, annoyingly only five minutes from her own building, she grumbled under her breath. She’d only grazed maybe one curb, and that wasn’t even her fault, it jumped out at her.

Whatever, she’d been able to sleep easy knowing that she wouldn’t have to see him for several more weeks, giving her time to prepare.

…

Until she was woken by her phone ringing at 5am, answering it blindly because she’s used to work calling her at stupid hours. It was her boss.. however, she was asked to take thirty days of paid leave - which she’s surprised the Bureau can even afford - to be the one to take Spencer too and from the college and just kind of shepherd him around for whatever he needed.

Apparently his car, old and vintage as it was, had been idle for too long and wouldn’t start. Since Spencer can’t be bothered to sort it out, and Maeve lives closest, and she’s his partner, obviously this falls to her to deal with.

Maeve, forever a pushover and unable to say no to any figure of authority, agreed and practically threw her phone across the room when she was done.

Understandably, she didn’t get any more sleep, getting ready for the day with the only solace that he looks like an idiot in her car. Making them both a coffee and putting them into her reusable travel cups, trying not to listen to the little voice telling her to drive into a wall.

After about ten minutes of calling him and getting no answer, she gets out of her illegally parked car and storms up. Although it’s really hard to storm anywhere in an elevator.

Hammering on his door, it took all of two seconds before it flew open and he barged past her, causing her to scowl over at him.

“Damn! Watch it! What’s your problem today?”

He barely looked at her, locking the door behind her as he struggled with a bunch of papers in his hands. A harsh frown on his face that matched his equally-pissed voice.

“Fucking coffee machine broke.”

“I got you one already, Christ..” Sucking in a breath and following after him as he goes for the stairs, thankfully he only lives on the third floor. “What’s with the papers?”

Spencer went ahead of her on the stairs, and she found herself rushing after him and his stupidly long legs. Cursing him with all the colourful words that she knows on her way after him.

“Car insurance, I’m driving today.”

Insurance? He got insured on her car without telling her? All to avoid her driving. This man is a level of petty that teenage girls aspire to be, and she has to resist the urge to pout as she trailed out of the building after him.

“But why? My driving wasn’t--”

“Stop asking so many questions and get in your little clown car.”

Quietly fuming, she didn’t even thank him as he held open the passenger door for her, sliding into the seat and picking up her coffee. Drinking it and trying to squash the thoughts of throttling him.

As he gets into the driver seat and immediately starts rearranging everything, her mirrors, seat, radio, she wonders just how long it would take for someone to realise that he’s missing.

Before he even drove off, gripping the wheel far too hard for her liking, he spoke lowly and glared ahead. As if he was stopping himself from glaring at her.

“Don’t come up to my apartment again. I will come to you. I expect you to be ready by six thirty, and since you have a working machine, you can make the coffees.”

“.. just drive already.”

She’s going to kill him by the end of this.

Considering she got paid to leave to, essentially, be Spencer’s glorified assistant, she decided to make the most of it.

Plus, annoyingly, his lectures are actually pretty interesting - as much as she tried to stop giving a shit. Between running to get him more coffees, again assistant, and handing out things to the students, she gets to sit and just listen to him talk about whatever content he chooses.

Psychopaths, mainly, their brains and behaviours, which she enjoyed immensely when she studied psychology and criminology. Damn, but.. he’s really good to listen to.

By the third lecture of the day, she was sat at the desk to the side of the platform, usually reserved for teaching assistants, scribbling in a pretty lilac notebook she bought from the student store. Taking actual notes for his lecture, thoroughly enjoying the content of the lecture and not the fact that it’s Spencer.

Spencer had noticed, immediately, of course, and hated it. 

He doesn’t know what she’s hoping to achieve, or prove, because it definitely isn’t impressing him, and he can’t fathom the idea that she’s doing the work to just do the work. Why would she, after he’s purposely been an ass to her purely for existing.

There’s no way she’s actually just paying attention.

So, to test her, for his own morbid curiosity and the need to try and embarrass her in front of all these people, he decided it would be fun to throw random questions to her. Not even related to the topic he was covering. To him, she doesn’t seem like the kind of person to handle stress well.

As he proposed hypothetical questions to the students, he turned to Maeve with a grin on his face, which she finds much more unnerving than a scowl. Hands clapping together as he brought all the attention onto her.

“And for my.. assistant.” Oh, yeah, she absolutely hates that, even more than his smug little grin. “What are the disadvantages of Mary Ainsworth’s study when examining infant attachment?”

Now it was time for her own smug little grin to settle on her lips, which he certainly didn’t like the implications of.

It was clear that he hadn’t expected her to know the answer, or even have enough of a knowledge base to even remotely know what he was talking about. Thankfully she had always been a pushover, and when her friends begged for her to sit in on their presentations in college, she learnt a lot. Especially the ones who presented developmental psychology.

Also, a few times she opted to speak in front of lectures purely because she felt bad for the lecturers when no one would volunteer, which meant she was quickly forced to grow out of her fear of public speaking. Leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms, getting comfortable.

“Mary Ainsworth was American. And she made an American based model, off American children and families, testing it solely in America. It cannot be generalised to other countries.”

“But-”

He tried to cut her off, but she wasn’t done yet. That wasn’t nearly enough to feel like she’d finally won something between them.

“And. When it was, by Kroonenberg and Ijzendoorn, it was proven to have terrible generalisation. Because other cultures and countries have very different ways of rearing children that don’t fit her American guidelines.”

Spencer looked like he wanted to vault the desk and strangle her, and if it weren’t for the crowd of whispering students, he probably would’ve done. Giving him a soft smile, which only he knew was completely fake, she picked her pen back up and tapped her notebook.

“If that’s all, Doctor Reid, I was enjoying your lecture on psychopathic brains.”

And as she looks back down, he has to force himself to continue lecturing to curb the rumours he can hear being created by suddenly-dejected female students. Trying not to sigh at the knowledge that people are going to think they’re sleeping together.

Throwing one last glare her way, not even needing his profiling to know that she so gets off on calling him ‘Doctor Reid’. The simultaneous irritation and begrudging admiration was making him dizzy, wanting nothing more to chuck something at her head.

Whatever, on the way home, he’ll take the longest route he knows to run her petrol down to nothing. Anything to get another mental tally on their growing rivalry.

Want more?! Good!

[sirgawainofgalifrey]

Last one of the Investigations Manga, aka; Edgeworth and Gumshoe just trying to live their lives and be together but people keep getting murdered around them.

Today we open with another fic trope: a Sick Fic!!

Classic trope of one person getting the other sick because they're always so close to each other.

"I can't believe you did this to me!" Oh my Gosh (girl why were you letting him get that close to you??!)

(also WHY ARE THEY SO SILLY I CANT TAKE IT??!)

But Gummie's determined to help his little munchkin

So let me get this straight:

Edgeworth

Agreed to go to a clinic he's never heard of before, instead of his usual one

Was willing to follow Gumshoe blindly when he'd said he'd HEARD (several years ago) that it could heal you quicker (no solid proof or testimony)

Has been walking around for an HOUR (wasting time on said hearsay) when it's clear Gumshoe doesn't even know where it is

In what he himself said was the busiest season for him

All because of Gumshoe.

And for Gumshoe.

Hmmmm okay 😏....

Then there is more silliness at the clinic

They're both somewhat scared of the clinic cause it seems seedy, but also Gumshoe is willing to be the tester for him.

And when Edgeworth starts investigating, even though Gumshoe's not there, he still pairs himself with him.

"WE may be of some help." BOTH of us. Because we are a TEAM. We are PARTNERS.

(he values their partnership!! And doesn't distance himself from him in the presence of others!! If anything he's more open about their connection!!)

And Gumshoe comes back pissed and Edgeworth's actually concerned!

Wow!! Actual acknowledgement of the impacts of Gumshoe's bad treatment?!

And the fact that Gumshoe doesn't blame Edgeworth at all for his state, despite the power that he holds over him (Almost like he knows he doesn't really use it, and that they're PARTNERS, not just a boss and employee.)

And Edgeworth's silence, either realizing and actually having sympathy for Gumshoe, and/or being dumbfounded at how he can put it off like that (and not blame him?)

And, of course, Edgeworth solves the case, but what's this?

He compliments Gumshoe?

Compliments him on something he would usually be yelled at for being clumsy? (And has been at other times, by other characters throughout this.)

Attributes the whole case being solved to it?

And Gumshoe being so confused, used to bad treatment by now?!

But Edgeworth seeing just how his instinct and luck (and perseverance and empathy and practical knowledge how and loyalty) can be useful a d important?!!

LOVE!!!

This whole series has been really good, especially in illustrating their relationship. The fact that most of the cases are just them doing regular things together or them being pulled together by fate. Showing how Gumshoe really cares for Edgeworth and wants to be helpful to him, but is constantly put down by literally everyone else for his weaknesses and mistakes, to the point of Gumshoe figuring Edgeworth would be better off without him. Showing how Edgeworth really cares for Gumshoe and sees his unique strengths and value, and while he sometimes snaps at him, he sees them as equals, and isn't afraid going against people who dismiss him or looking bad by associating with him, and goes out of his way to help him. Gumshoe really wants to be where Edgeworth is, Edgeworth really wants Gumshoe to be with him. And they're both so stupid and so silly.

Anyway. That's all for now, folks. Godspeed.

[berryhobii]

Thank you so much for the masterlist!! I can't wait to get home from work and read everything again😄If it's not too much trouble, could you please write about Firefighter Joonie?

Reader and him have recently moved in together and she has never seen him come home from work. Imagine him coming in with the uniform, the arms, sweaty, speaking about how he saved lifes... she would ride him into the sunset🥵🥵🥵🥵

Probably one of my favorite asks so far! My thumbs were just blazing the entire time I wrote this. I was on a serious roll. Please enjoy and I hope it’s to your liking!🩵

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Rising from your midday nap, you stretched your body, groaning as your bones popped and muscles strained. You reached blindly for your phone, squinting at the bright light that radiated off of it.

4PM. Welp, looks like you weren’t washing your hair today. After spending most of the morning cleaning and a little bit of the afternoon catching up on work, your nap was well deserved. The oven needed deep cleaning and October was here which meant you needed to decorate the apartment for the festivities. You actually fell asleep while looking through websites for decorations. All of that was super important.

Excuses. You just didn’t want to wash your hair. Oh well, maybe you’d just go to the salon and get it deep cleaned. Your nails and toes needed a touch up as well. Yeah, a pampering day sounded great.

Standing from the bed, you shuffled into the living room while checking your text messages. There were a few from your friends and parents. They wanted you to come home for Thanksgiving this year since you didn’t go last year due to Namjoon’s work schedule.

Namjoon, your husband, was a firefighter. When he started, his shifts were always very long. You wouldn’t see him for days at a time but now with more people being hired at the station, his schedule has changed. Now, he only worked about 24 hours with 48 hours of rest in between which you absolutely loved. And you worked from home so those 48 hours were spent resting and spoiling him like he deserved.

He’d probably be home around 12AM tonight, long after you’ve fallen asleep but that was okay. You knew he’d wake you up to let you know he was home. That or the sound of him tripping over the table in the hallway would alert you. The first time he did that, you thought someone had broken in and almost clocked him with a bat. Good thing you recognized his voice or you would have broken a bone.

Stepping into the living room, you were surprised to see the very person you were thinking about sitting on the couch. A bowl of food was clutched in his hand, chopsticks in the other to slurp up the noodles.

He noticed you the moment you entered, face turning to you, cheeks puffed out. You wanted to bite them.

He quickly chewed and swallowed, a smile spreading across his face. “Baby, you’re awake. Did you sleep well?” He placed his bowl down and stood to his feet to approach you.

You didn’t answer. Partially because you weren’t really listening.

Not when your beefcake husband was practically half naked on your couch.

A grey, thin tank top on his upper body, the fabric stretching against the curves of his chest. His buff arms, which have held you in a headlock many a time, were a bit shiny from sweat, as was his throat and collarbone. Around his hips was a pair of coveralls, obviously taken off to release some of the body heat and cool down his honey kissed skin.

Oh god……were you still sleeping?

He tilted his head at your lack of an answer. “Baby? Are you okay?” He reached out a large hand to hold your chin between his thumb and index finger. That single touch sent fire hotter than Sean Kingston through your body, your knees almost buckling from the pure control he had over you without even doing anything.

You were a thirsty bitch. Whoever is up there writing your life’s tv show, thank you.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine.” Your eyes couldn’t even lift from his pecs and the indents of his abs. You’ve felt up every inch of his skin before but you still got so amazed at just how thick and fit he was.

He pouted and it shouldn’t have affected you how it did but your panties were ruined now.

“Okay. I wanted to call you but I dropped my phone and then we got an alert so I ended up stepping on it by accident.” He sheepishly smiled and chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. He had recently buzzed most of his hair, even getting a few stylistic lines in the sides. While it was less to grab, that never stopped you from running your hands all over it. You should right now but you didn’t want him to think you weren’t paying attention to him.

You definitely weren’t and believe you, you were trying so hard to focus but how could you when his cute laugh made his abs contract?

“There was a small house fire but we managed to save everyone with no casualties. Isn’t that great? The little girl I saved even said she wanted to marry me. So sweet. I hope they’re doing well.” His smile was so endearing, those absolutely kissable dimples just begging for your attention.

Your brain decided to start functioning again at that moment, your eyes finally lifting to meet his. “That’s great, honey. I’m glad everything worked out. Um….why, why are you home so early?” Not that you didn’t mind but he’s never come home early, especially not in his fire station uniform.

“Oh right. The showers at the station are busted so I came home. I also forgot the lunch you made.” He lifted an arm to rub at the back of his neck, his bicep bulging and screaming for you to bite it.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Have you lost your mind?”

Your sharp tone made him pause, a look of utter confusion spreading across his handsome features. You wanted to kiss it off.

His eyes nervously shuffled around. You weren’t an angry person, not at all. He’s never heard you take that kind of tone with anyone, especially not him. Even when you were really upset, your voice stayed even and soft so this sudden change baffled him.

“Uh…..what?”

You crossed your arms, tilting your head as your fiery eyes squinted at him. “What what? I’m asking you are you crazy?”

He was so confused. “Wha….baby, why are you upset? Is it because I sat on the couch in my outside clothes? I’m sorry, I just wanted to check up on the soccer game and I sat down. I promise I’ll clean it.”

A quick hand reached out, your nails slightly scratching against his chest as you balled up the front of his tank in your first. You yanked him down and he easily folded, actually a little more nervous than before. Were you about to hit him? No, you’d never do that. What was he thinking? But with the way you were sneering at him, a very small part of him thought you might. He knew you hated outside clothes on the furniture and he did it anyway. Damn it, Namjoon.

Leaning forward until your lips were just millimeters from his, you said, “how dare you walk in here looking like this? Like you’re for the streets? Are you crazy?”

Still confused, Namjoon squeaked out a, “I….I don’t-“

You cut him off, “you walk in here like this and you have to nerve to not have your cock down my throat right now?”

Oh. Oh. OH!

He could barely react before you were dragging him back over to the couch. Your hand released his shirt and both worked on unzipping the rest of his coveralls, yanking those and his boxers down in one fell swoop.

You pushed him down on the couch, a light ‘oof’ coming from him. He was still a little dazed from your sudden burst of confidence but his body reacted all the same. You normally initiated sex anyway so this shouldn’t be a shock but you’ve never been like this. Your way of initiating was normally feeling him up, subtly brushing your ass past him, or just plain ole walking into the shower with him.

He’s never seen you quite like this.

Your hand gripped his cock that was slowly hardening up. Gathering saliva in your mouth, you spit on the head of his cock, stroking it to spread it around.

It didn’t take long for Namjoon to get hard, his thick cock standing to attention within 30 seconds of you touching him.

“Baby…..I-“

You cut him off with your mouth, taking him all the way to the hilt on the first try. His head knocked back against the couch, hips jerking from the sudden onslaught of your warm mouth.

Not wasting any time, you began bobbing your head, deepthroating him with practiced ease. Drool spilled out the sides of your mouth to his balls which you happily fondled in your palm.

His hands gripped the edge of the couch, eyes struggling not to close. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of this.

“Oh shit…..baby, your mouth is ssss-so good.”

You hummed around his cock, hollowing your cheeks as you came back up. You slurped and drooled all over it, pursing your lips once you got to the tip to spit on it again.

He already felt close. One of his hands reached out to grab your hair, the coils soft under his touch. He didn’t need to do any forcing to get you to deepthroat him again, just needing something to grip on before he floated away.

Your dark eyes lifted to lock with his. More sweat than before dripped down his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to quench his dry throat. You wanted to burn his image on your brain, tattoo it on your eyelids. Maybe you’d describe it to a sketch artist and then get it blown up and framed.

“I’m cumming…..I’m cum…..oh fuck.”

Feeling his cock pulse in your mouth, you gave his balls a nice squeeze, taking him all the way in your throat once again. That was all he needed to cum down your throat.

You swallowed it down greedily, sucking your way back up his still hard shaft before coming off him with a pop.

He was breathing heavily, chest lifting and rising as he tried to bring air back into himself but you didn’t care about none of that.

Pulling off your own clothes, he barely processed you climbing on top of him until he felt your slick pussy rubbing against his cock.

His eyes, that he didn’t remember closing, fluttered open, catching your desperate expression. Your lips immediately captured his, hands rubbing at the buzzed hair on his head to pull him closer. He reciprocated your kiss, own hands going down to your ass to squeeze and slap it around.

Your lips broke from his, puffs of air coming from both of you. “Take your shirt off.” He couldn’t even comply because you were already pulling it up over his head, tossing it off somewhere. Reaching between your bodies, you gripped his still hard and saliva soaked cock, lifting your hips so that you could line him up.

There was no gradual slide. No no. You slammed your ass down on his cock in one motion, the stretch burning in the best of ways. Your head tilted back at the welcomed intrusion, cock pressed right against every good spot inside of you.

His hands gripped your ass impossibly tight, almost as tight as the way your walls were hugging him. He’s only felt you like this during your ovulation days and he knows for a fact the next one was 2 weeks away.

“Fuck! Baby wait, I can’t.” He already felt like he was about to cum again.

You weren’t hearing it though. Adjusting yourself so that you were balanced on your feet, hands digging into his shoulders, you began riding him like your life depended on it. It certainly felt like it did.

Your pussy gripped him on every stroke, wetness soaking his lap and the backs of your thighs. It was endlessly pouring from you like a fountain. His cock was just too good.

You gripped the back of his neck, pulling his face to your collarbone. You could feel the heat of his labored breaths against your nipples, making the nubs harden even further.

His moans were loud and projected, the hands on your ass forcing you down everytime you came back up.

“Oh my god! Fuck fuck fuck! Ah ah ah.” You haven’t heard him curse that much in years. His hips began canting up to meet yours, orgasm just inches away.

“That’s it, baby. Use that pussy. You’re so fucking sexy.” You gritted out, yours not far behind. You leaned one arm back to rest on his knee, still keeping the same rhythm but now you could really appreciate him.

His abs were shifting like crazy, arms bulging bigger than before. Maybe you should do doggy next so he could effectively choke you with them. You’ll come back to that but first….

“I’m gonna cum all over this thick cock, baby.” You whined, other hand that wasn’t supporting you reaching out to scratch at his bicep. A little part of you soared at the red welts. You couldn’t mark him up as much as you’d like but this was more than enough for now.

The slight sting of pain sent Namjoon straight into overdrive. He yanked you forward, hooking his arms underneath your knees, gripping your ass again and began bouncing you on his cock.

A scream ripped from your throat, vocal cords aching slightly but you didn’t care about that. You’d suck a cough drop later.

Right now, you were only focused on the hot searing pleasure that was coursing through you. Your arms wrapped around his head, one hand scratching at his upper back, toes curling from where they were flopping around.

Each thrust put him deeper and deeper into your velvet walls and you were squeezing him like crazy.

“NAMJOON! I’m cumming!” Your orgasms crashed simultaneously, thick waves of ecstasy flowing over both of you.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth dropping in a silent scream and your arms hugging him just a bit tighter.

His ears were ringing as your walls milked every drop out of him. He’s never felt such bliss before and that was saying something since you put it on him good and often. This time just felt so different, so desperate, so intimate. If it was possible to fall more in love with you, he would and probably was.

After a few minutes of basking, your legs still twitching from the aftershocks, you two rested against each other.

“Baby….that was….”

You mindlessly drew little shapes on his chest, humming to confirm you were listening. “I know. I don’t know what came over me. Just seeing you all sweaty and in uniform just did something.”

“I really thought I had messed up. Why would you scare me like that?” He chuckled, spanking one of your ass cheeks. He’s lucky you were tired or else you’d get horny again. It also didn’t take much for you to get in the mood again anyway.

You breathed out a laugh too. “Sorry. Your face was just so adorable.”

You two sat in silence for a moment longer before he broke it.

“I really need to shower and get back to work though.”

You pouted, rubbing your cheek against his chest. You didn’t want him to go but you knew he had an important job. You probably already set him back anyway. And he still had to shower. Good thing the station is close.

“Okay. Hopefully no one will be bothered that you took so long.”

“Do you see the marks you left on my arm? They’ll definitely bother me.”

You nipped at his skin playfully. “Oh well. You shouldn’t have come home looking so delicious then. I blame you.”

“Yeah? Just wait until tomorrow.”

Needless to say, those 48 hours were spent with you receiving an orgasm for every time Namjoon got teased about the red marks.

You’d do it again too. Not even Namjoon could put out that fire.

[arollingriver]

I don't know if I plan to keep this post up forever, but I might as well show my followers I'm still active! I've been very artblocked, which in my case, means "nothing I draw, even stuff I can usually draw with my eyes closed, looks any sort of right".

Today I tried to fight against it by practicing drawing my favourite VOCALOID, Mr. CYBER SONGMAN: starting with blindly copying the original, followed by trying to apply those shapes to my artstyle.

It's not much, but it's enough to give me hope (～￣▽￣)～

[sleepyficss]

could you.....could yuo do painty x reader.... sorry im gay

painted bristles.

paintbrush x reader, romantic & angst/fluff

authors note:

i could've made this longer but i didnt wanna make it too excessive – i love them too much ;; + the art class & caring a lot about their bristles are both canon facts that i got from the wiki :3c

It had seemed like a peaceful day thus far, as you sat on the bed of your shared room at Hotel OJ. You had been spending the last hour or so practically doom-scrolling on your phone while your laptop played some show that you had watched before, being used as background noise – rather than bothering to pay attention to the scenes you had nearly memorised.

Baxter, the loveable little crab that Lightbulb had adopted a while ago now, rested next to you on his own pillow. You never thought you'd see a crab as spoiled as he was.

You'd usually spend your days with Paintbrush, the two of you getting pulled into one of Lightbulb's adventures or Test Tube's lab experiments, or even going out, one-on-one, to some sort of gathering as a date.

However, today Paintbrush was holding one of their weekly 'Arts n' Craft' classes. It was a new addition to Hotel OJ's activities, a solution that you had thought of and worked on with them to reduce the never-ending amount of stress they seem to always hold...

As much as you loved them, you had to admit that they cared a bit too much at times. Whether it was during the Inanimate Insanity competition, getting too worked up about winning; or while they stayed at the hotel, easily butting heads with the other guests over the smallest arguments.

These art sessions had only been ongoing for the past few weeks, but they seemed to actually be helping! You'd recently noticed that Paintbrush had been able to control their temper more, and held a lot more patience with other people.

At the end of each class, usually lasting a couple hours, Paintbrush would come looking for you to talk about how it went. It seemed that they had (mostly) only good things to say every time, lifting up their mood significantly.

Although, despite it being less than two hours, you heard the telltale rattling of the doorknob opening the door.

You didn't need to look up from your phone to know who it was, eyes still glued to your device as you blindly reached over to close your laptop, "Painty, is the Art Class finished already? You aren't usually here this early –."

As you finally looked up from turning your phome off, your breath caught in your throat at the nearly pathetic sight of them in front of you.

Sorrow, was all you could read from their face through the poorly concealed pout that rested on their lips. Their arms were loosely crossed, while you could've seen the mess on them from miles away. Wet paint stuck to their wooden face, dripping slightly downwards – yet, the substance landing on the carpeted floor was the least of your worries.

The bristles that were usually neatly swept back on their head were clumped together with more paint, and chunks of dried glue. Considering the amount of care they tended to put into their bristles, it shocked you that they managed to let it get this bad. You had to assume it was more than just a bad day.

To say it kindly, Paintbrush really did look horrible.

You rushed to push yourself off the bed, softly throwing your phone behind you, as you moved in front of them. From the closer distance, you could see the emotion brewing in their eyes, tears threatening to fall until you tenderly raised a hand to cup their cheek.

"Oh, Painty..." Was all that you managed to utter before the mentioned object threw themself further into you, hiding their face in your shoulder as the waterworks started.

While it wasn't difficult to get Paintbrush emotional... It had been a while since you last saw them this upset.

Choked sobs left their shaking body as they tried to speak, probably to explain their situation, but you quietly shushed them. You wouldn't have been able to understand them in this state, and it was better for them to calm down a bit before talking, you assumed.

Both your arms wrapped around them, one lifting up a bit higher to rub their back comfortingly. You reached a leg around them to kick closed the door for privacy-sake, and guided them slowly to the bed.

You both stood there for a few minutes, whispering comforting words to them, until Paintbrush's weeping calmed to just a few tears caught in their eyes. You removed them from your arms, pressing a chaste kiss to their lips to elicit a small smile from them, before stepping back.

"Could you make yourself comfortable on the floor for me? I need to grab a few things, then I'll be right back. Is that okay?"

A reassuring nod from Paintbrush had you hurrying to the room's bathroom, collecting an unused wash cloth from the cabinet, and throwing it in a small container that you began filling with warm water from the sink. Once finished, you returned to the main bedroom, where Paintbrush had wrapped a blanket over their shoulders and held onto Baxter while sitting on the floor in front of the bed.

You knew that Baxter was a big comfort for them, leaving a warm smile on your face at the sight of them looking a little happier.

Carefully holding the container to not spill any of it, you placed it on the bed as you climbed onto the mattress and behind Paintbrush. Once comfortable, you picked up the cloth from the container, wringing out the excess water, and began wiping through their bristles.

Slowly but surely, the chunks of glue began to dislodge themselves, and the clumps of paint wiped away onto the cloth. Pausing to soak the mess off of the cloth back in the water, you gently spoke up, "DO you... Want to talk about what happened?"

It was as if Paintbrush was just waiting for you to utter those words, as they took a deep breath, "It... It started off so well! We were going to do an activity that I had been planning all week, and everyone seemed excited to do it..."

You hummed along when it felt appropriate, bringing the cloth back up to their bristles. It crossed your mind that this would take a while to completely clean, as their head had ended up a real mess – but you didn't mind.

"–...f course he caused an argument about it, and started throwing supplies around! Of course everyone else started, too – I tried to intervene, but someone threw a painting palette at me, and when the paint got in my bristles I just... I..."

You understood what they were getting at. Paintbrush had probably lost their temper and began yelling at the other guests, and now felt bad about it.

"–...fter all the progress I've made... I just–just completely lost control! So easily! And then I felt bad, and just walked away from everyone... They're all probably still yelling down there, and I just ran away..."

They confirmed your thoughts, leading you to stop your actions for a moment, and placed a hand on their shoulder, "Hey... Painty, it's not your fault. You may have lost it a litte, but how long has it been since that last happened? Weeks? That's still such an improvement from how you used to be! And if the others are still arguing down there? That's their problem to sort out – you didn't start the fight, so you aren't indebted to fix it."

A sniffle and a nod was all you needed, before wiping out the last few pieces of gunk stuck in their bristles. Placing the cloth and dirtied water behind you, you ran a hand through their now-clean bristles.

You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the back of their head, before leaning forward to embrace them from behind.

"You know none of them are going to think poorly of you because of this, right?" You murmured, "They know you Paintbrush, and they've also seen how much improvement you've made. One class gone wrong isn't the end of it all, okay?"

Paintbrush twisted their body and head towads you, capturing your lips with theirs. Smiling into the kiss for a moment, you then moved back to take a look at their face.

The object looked a lot better, both emotionally and physically, but they still had a few paint splatters over their face. You reached back to grab the cloth, before leaning in to gently rub at the messes.

Their face scrunched up at the sensation, a flustered blush covering their cheeks lightly as you held back a giggle from the expression. An annoyed groan left them as you finished up with a playful tap on their nose.

"Better now?" You asked, receiving an answer in the form of your own words repeated back at you.

"Better now."

Moving the cloth and container off of the bed, you gave a light pat to the spot on the mattress beside you, "Now come on, you deserve some cuddles after today."

A flustered laugh left them, passing Baxter to you from the floor as they balanced the blanket around them while they began to climb up next to you. You moved Baxter's pillow to the middle of the bed, before placing the crab upon it as he snuggled back down immediately. Poor little guy, carrying everyones emotions as a personal stress reliever.

Paintbrush crawled up next to you, on the other side of Baxter, and threw the blanket over the three of you. Pushing themselves to be closer, Paintbrush wrapped an arm around you (and over Baxter).

You tangled your legs with theirs, wrapping your own arm to reciprocate their position as you cuddled up closer to both the brush next to you, and the crab between you. You heard Paintbrush let out a sigh, unsurprisingly tired from the earlier emotional experience, and closed your own eyes as you savoured the familiar feeling of comfort.

[inkois]

uh idk man i just really like Akito

WARNING: EVENT SPOILERS FOR THE SOUNDS OF A SUMMER FESTIVAL, FIND A WAY OUT, STRAY BAD DOG.

Elementary school Akito(SF!Akito), Pre-BAD DOGS Akito(PBDS!Akito), BAD DOGS Akito(BDS!Akito), and to some extent, early VBS Akito was such an anxious, insecure mess.

Well, current day Akito is still a mess, but less of one.

SF!Akito started the perfectionism issues that we see in him today. He played one soccer game, one that meant a great deal to him, and lost the game, despite how hard he worked. Now, that might not seem like a huge deal on the surface, but that game meant a huge deal to SF!Akito. He’d put in so much time and effort in order to win the game, only to get completely destroyed by the opposing team. The feeling of disappointment must have been immense for him, the ace of the team, the one that everyone’s supposed to rely on. And he failed them. He couldn’t pull out a win. This is where his perfectionism issues started(1).

When SF!Akito decided to dive headfirst into music, he had no support systems from anyone. His parents, from what we can tell, are absent from his life during middle school, not even showing up once in the event(The Sounds of a Summer Festival). Despite Ena pushing him into music, she had her own issues(cough cough her dad and entrance exams to art school) to deal with and it’s not her fault in the slightest(4). SF!Akito also cut off contact with Shota, his middle school soccer friend and only remeets him later on when he invites current day Akito to the summer festival event(2).

So without any support, he took on this new world he’d discovered, alone.

This is how we ended up with PBDS!Akito. An absolute mess of perfectionism and anxiety issues. He was without a support system who could only do his best to try and fit into a street culture he knows almost nothing about. He went in blindly, singing loudly and caring far too much about how he sounded. He needed to be good at what he was passionate about, so he stuck around for hours, practicing till his voice became hoarse and longer work(4).

PBDS!Akito was desperate to prove to himself that he was able to stick with something he was passionate about. This desperation in trying to prove himself would have him lashing out at anyone that questioned him(4). To the older musicians on the street, he came off as arrogant and disrespecting RAD WEEKEND(4). Ultimately, his refusal to back down(even though he knew he wasn’t prepared or experienced enough), his desperation to prove himself, and the older musicians’ pushing him around led to PBDS!Akito being humiliated at CRAWL GREEN(4).

After getting humiliated, he hated himself for not being good enough for the venue, even if he knew that he wasn’t experienced enough to perform there(5). He became so frustrated that all his efforts amounted to nothing, just like SF!Akito’s efforts did when he played soccer.

When Ken started a conversation with PBDS!Akito, he had been mentally preparing himself to be told to quit singing and quit trying.

“Junior High Akito: (If he tells me to quit singing like the others…Then, I…)”(5)

But Ken subverted his expectations and told him that hitting setbacks is okay, feeling frustration is okay, and being afraid of not being good enough is okay, and that he can break through that wall if they fight against their self doubt and continue on the best they can(5).

This was PBDS!Akito’s first time experiencing someone who supported him and the sole reason he continued singing. If Ken had said anything that discouraged PBDS!Akito, we would have ended up with a Niigo!Akito. Jokes aside, Akito would have probably given up his dream of surpassing RAD WEEKEND and ended up in that same directionless state he was in when he quit soccer. Because of the support of a single person, Akito fought past his insecurities and continues to sing.

PBDS!Akito continues to sing and meets Touya. His partner and his other major support system. We don’t have much information about their original partnership’s dynamics, growth, and progress, but I’ll work with what I can glean from their partnership with the statements from one of the NPC’s, Mita Koutaro, during the events of STRAY BAD DOG.

When they team up to form BAD DOGS, BDS!Akito is in awe of his partner’s musical abilities. Touya has a deep understanding of music theory, has perfect pitch, and a steady sense of pulse, which are all things that someone can’t gain in a short amount of time. Despite having a supporter in Touya and being close friends with him, BDS!Akito can’t help but compare his own abilities(and feel inferior!) to his partner’s. This, combined with people in the crowd claiming that BDS!Akito is piggybacking off his partner and not putting in work,(6) leads to BDS!Akito working even harder to make up for his lack of knowledge(5).

“Kotaro: He kept at it, even when you weren’t there. Day and night, regardless if he could physically sing.”(6)

“Kotaro: I couldn’t get much out of him, but I think he was trying to keep up with you…”(6)

Later on, BDS!Akito seemingly calmed down after seeing that Touya won’t leave him. This is implied by Koutaro’s statement of “I don’t know how to put it, but it’s like he’s his old self again, you know?”(6) and “You know?, when you guys just became the BAD DOGS? I mean seriously…”

Despite having a better support system(KEN and Touya supporting him!), early in their partnership, BDS!Akito was still insecure, anxious, and worried about his partner leaving him because of his lack of skill. So he worked himself to the point of exhaustion in order to prove to himself(and possibly to other musicians on the street) that he deserved a spot at Touya's side.

When Akito eventually meets VBS, he’s still reluctant to open up and accept their help, but his insecurities doesn’t truly show up until the events of STRAY BAD DOG, when we meet another NPC, Tono Arata, who points out that Akito is the weakest of the group. He winds up overworking himself in order to try and prove that he’s not the weak link and deserves a spot at VBS’s side. 

“I have to keep getting better, so please, I need some time alone…”(5)

At the end of the event, the rest of VBS shows up to help him in his battle against Arata. At this point Akito realizes that he now has people that will support him, no matter what. But the dynamic of him playing catchup and working so much harder to feel worthy to stand by his teammates’ side still remains(this includes his newest JP server focus event, even if that event is him growing past his insecurities). However, current day Akito has grown into someone who is far more grounded, more willing to accept help from others, and less worried about constantly proving himself.

 (and no I will not be talking about BURN MY SOUL in this essay, it’s too long as is, but lemme know if you want one bc i deff be very happy to ramble about my greatest kinnie)

SOURCES

- The Sounds of a Summer Festival Ch 1

- The Sounds of a Summer Festival Ch 2

- The Sounds of a Summer Festival Ch 4

- Find a Way Out Ch 5

- STRAY BAD DOG Ch 5

- STRAY BAD DOG Ch 6

[vaibhavsharma24]

Feeling Lost? A Free Chat with Astrologer Might Be All You Need

In today’s fast-paced and often overwhelming world, it’s easy to feel lost. Between work stress, emotional ups and downs, relationship drama, and uncertainty about the future, life can feel like a maze. During such times, many people crave a guiding light—something or someone who can make sense of the chaos. Surprisingly, a growing number of individuals are discovering that the clarity they seek is just one tap away through a free chat with astrologer.

🌌 Why We Feel Lost

The feeling of being lost often comes from not knowing what to do next, being stuck in emotional pain, or feeling disconnected from purpose. It can show up as:

Confusion in love or marriage

A lack of motivation or passion

Career indecision or job dissatisfaction

Mental restlessness or anxiety

A sudden shift in life circumstances

While therapy and self-help books are commonly suggested, many people now turn to astrology for spiritual insight—and not just traditional face-to-face astrology. Digital platforms like AstroSevaTalk have made it incredibly easy to chat with astrologer instantly, privately, and at your convenience.

🧭 Astrology: A Cosmic Compass

Astrology isn’t about predicting doom or blindly following fate. Instead, it’s a system that interprets your planetary blueprint—the map of your soul. Your Janam Kundli (birth chart) holds secrets about your personality, strengths, weaknesses, karmic lessons, and ideal timing for major life events.

By speaking with a qualified astrologer, you can learn:

Why you keep repeating certain emotional patterns

When your “bad phase” might end

If the person you're with is a compatible partner

What planetary cycles are currently affecting your health or finances

Simple spiritual or practical remedies that bring real relief

And the best part? You don’t have to wait. With AstroSevaTalk, you can start with a free chat with astrologer and ask your burning question without any pressure.

💬 What Happens in a Free Astrology Chat?

One of the most common doubts people have is: “What will I even say?” or “Is it really accurate if I do it online?” Let’s break that down.

When you start a session on AstroSevaTalk, here’s how it works:

You create a free account and enter your birth details.

Choose from a list of verified astrologers based on their ratings, experience, and specialty.

You can begin chatting instantly—ask any question, from “Why do I feel so stuck lately?” to “When will I get married?”

The astrologer checks your chart in real-time and provides insights or remedies.

You decide whether you want to continue the session after the free portion, but there’s no obligation.

Whether you're skeptical or spiritual, this no-cost intro makes it risk-free to try. The insights you get are customized, not generic horoscopes pulled from a newspaper.

⭐ Real People, Real Results

Anjali, 27 was overwhelmed after a sudden breakup. “I was crying every night and couldn’t understand what went wrong. I tried a free chat with astrologer on AstroSevaTalk. The astrologer explained how our moon signs clashed and helped me do a small healing ritual. It gave me peace.”

Ravi, 35, stuck in a job he hated, consulted an astrologer via the chat feature. “He pointed out I was in a Saturn Sade Sati phase. It made sense. The remedies helped me realign my career goals. I even landed a better job a few months later.”

These stories aren’t unique. Every day, thousands find hope, healing, and direction through online astrology consultations.

🔮 What Can You Ask During the Free Chat?

Absolutely anything. Some popular questions include:

“Is this the right time to start a business?”

“Should I get married this year?”

“Why am I feeling so emotionally off lately?”

“Is there a dosha in my Kundli causing these delays?”

“What’s the best gemstone for my success?”

Even if you just need someone to help you feel seen, understood, and spiritually supported—talk with astrologer for a few minutes. You might be surprised how connected the answers feel.

🧘‍♂️ Astrology + Action = Transformation

Astrology is not magic. It gives you awareness, but real change happens when you act on it. Once you know what planetary influences are affecting you, you can:

Perform a specific mantra or puja

Change your decision timing

Wear an energizing gemstone

Align with your natural tendencies instead of resisting them

This is why starting with a free astrology chat can be life-changing. It sets the foundation for deeper spiritual alignment and mindful living.

🚀 Start Your Journey with AstroSevaTalk

The universe isn’t silent. It speaks through symbols, synchronicities, and your stars. You don’t have to figure it all out on your own. Take the first step. Start a chat with astrologer and discover how your planets are trying to guide you.

[energy-healing-with-jen]

TODAY'S LEARNING The 5-Minute Morning Gratitude Routine That Changed My Perspective

I used to wake up and immediately reach for my phone, diving headfirst into emails, news, and social media. My mornings felt rushed, anxious, and reactive. Then, six months ago, I discovered a simple 5-minute gratitude routine that fundamentally shifted how I experience each day.

The Routine That Changed Everything

Here's exactly what I do every morning, before checking any devices:

Minute 1: Physical Awareness I sit up in bed and take three deep breaths. Then I mentally scan my body, appreciating its basic functions—my heartbeat, my ability to breathe without effort, the absence of pain. This grounds me in the present moment.

Minutes 2-3: Three Specific Gratitudes I identify three specific things I'm grateful for from the previous day. The key word is specific. Instead of "I'm grateful for my family," I think, "I'm grateful for the way my daughter laughed when we played cards last night." This specificity makes the gratitude feel real, not forced.

Minute 4: One Person I think of one person who has positively impacted my life and mentally thank them. Sometimes it's someone obvious like my partner; other times it's the barista who remembered my order or a colleague who helped with a project. I often text or email them later in the day.

Minute 5: Setting Intention I ask myself: "What's one way I can spread gratitude today?" It might be complimenting a coworker, calling a friend, or simply being more patient in traffic. This transforms gratitude from a passive feeling into active practice.

What Changed

The shifts were subtle at first, then profound:

My Stress Response Improved Starting the day from a place of abundance rather than scarcity changed how I handled challenges. Problems felt more manageable when I remembered everything that was already working in my life.

I Became More Observant Knowing I'd need three specific gratitudes the next morning made me pay attention throughout the day. I started noticing small moments of beauty, kindness, and connection I'd previously rushed past.

My Relationships Deepened Regularly reaching out to thank people strengthened my connections. Friends and family members started sharing that my messages brightened their days, creating a positive feedback loop.

The Negativity Bias Lost Its Grip Our brains naturally focus on threats and problems—it's how we survived as a species. This routine became my daily counterweight to that negativity bias, training my brain to also see what's going right.

The Compound Effect

What surprised me most was the compound effect. Five minutes each morning—just 35 minutes per week—created a lens of appreciation that colored my entire life. I didn't become blindly optimistic or ignore real problems. Instead, I developed what I call "grounded gratitude"—the ability to acknowledge challenges while maintaining perspective on the good.

Starting Your Own Practice

If you want to try this, here's my advice:

Start tomorrow morning—not someday, not Monday. Tomorrow.

Set your phone across the room so you can't reach for it immediately upon waking.

Keep it simple—don't overcomplicate the routine with apps or journals initially.

Be patient—it took about two weeks before this felt natural.

Miss a day? No guilt—just begin again the next morning.

The Bottom Line

This 5-minute routine didn't solve all my problems or turn me into a perpetually cheerful person. What it did was help me see my existing life more clearly—with all its imperfections and gifts. In a world that constantly tells us we need more to be happy, this practice reminds me daily that I already have enough to be grateful.

The best part? It requires nothing but a few quiet minutes and an open mind. No equipment, no subscription, no expertise—just you, showing up for five minutes to acknowledge the good that's already there, waiting to be noticed.

[princejindal8]

How SWP Can Rescue Your Retirement in an Uncertain World — And the Calculator That Shows You How

"The best time to start planning for retirement was yesterday. The second-best time is today."

As inflation eats into fixed incomes, pension plans become increasingly unreliable, and medical bills spike with age, the idea of retirement becomes not a time of peace, but a looming cloud of financial stress for millions.

But what if there were a way to turn your investments into a monthly paycheck — one that adjusts for inflation, adapts to your lifestyle, and doesn’t run out too early?

Welcome to the world of SWP – Systematic Withdrawal Plans — the lesser-known cousin of SIPs (Systematic Investment Plans) — and the financial strategy your future self will thank you for.

💡 What is an SWP, Really?

An SWP is a facility that allows you to withdraw a fixed amount from your mutual fund investment at regular intervals — typically monthly or quarterly. It’s like reverse SIP. Instead of putting money in, you're drawing it out, gradually.

But here's the catch: How much can you withdraw each month without depleting your funds too soon?

Enter the complexity. Your withdrawal amount, expected return, inflation rate, step-up needs, and duration all play a crucial role. Get one wrong, and your money might run out earlier than expected — potentially when you need it most.

📉 Why Traditional Retirement Planning Is Failing

A 2023 report by the Association of Mutual Funds in India (AMFI) found that only 16% of Indians over 50 have an active retirement income strategy.

The majority rely on:

Fixed Deposits (which struggle to beat inflation)

Rental income (unreliable and illiquid)

Pension schemes (often capped and static)

What they often lack is a dynamic, inflation-adjusted income stream that can mimic a monthly salary — exactly what SWP offers.

📊 The Power of Planning with Real Numbers

Let’s say you have ₹60 Lakhs saved in mutual funds. You want to withdraw ₹40,000 per month. Seems doable? Maybe.

But what if you live for 30 more years?

What if inflation averages 6%?

What if your returns drop during a bear market?

This is where most people go wrong: guesswork.

🧮 Where CalculatorA2Z.com Comes In

Rather than tossing numbers around blindly, CalculatorA2Z.com’s Advanced SWP Calculator lets you simulate your entire retirement withdrawal plan, including:

🗓️ Monthly, Quarterly, Half-Yearly, or Yearly Withdrawals

📈 Annual Step-up (Flat or % Increase)

💸 Inflation-adjusted Balances

🧾 Detailed Year-by-Year Breakdown Table

📉 Corpus Depletion Warnings

🎯 Extension Strategy Suggestions

It’s not just a calculator — it’s a strategy engine for your second innings.

🧠 A Real-Life Case Study

Ravi, 60, Retired PSU Officer

Invested: ₹75 Lakhs

Monthly Need: ₹50,000 (increasing 5% yearly)

Expected Return: 9% annually

Inflation: 6%

Result using the CalculatorA2Z.com SWP tool: Ravi’s corpus would last for 27 years before depletion. But with a slight withdrawal reduction and step-up every two years instead of annually, he could extend it to 32+ years — practically his entire post-retirement span.

“I didn’t know 2-3% changes could make such a difference. The calculator gave me clarity I never got from my advisor,” says Ravi.

✨ Why This Matters More Than Ever

We're entering an era where DIY financial planning is not a luxury — it's a necessity. You don’t have to be a financial expert. You just need the right tools, accurate data, and a willingness to take control.

Tools like CalculatorA2Z.com put that control in your hands. They strip away the jargon, show the math, and let you visualize your financial future — without guesswork.

🔗 Try It Yourself

Planning to retire soon? Or just thinking about turning your wealth into a stable income? Head over to CalculatorA2Z.com’s Advanced SWP Calculator and play with the numbers that reflect your life.

You may be just one simulation away from financial peace.

[tellyreviews]

Bhagya Lakshmi 8th April 2025 Written Update: Balwinder-Malishka's ties

Bhagya Lakshmi 8th April 2025 Written Update: Balwinder-Malishka's ties. Today in Bhagya Lakshmi, the episode kicks off with Lakshmi storming out of the room, clearly done with the nonsense for the day. Rishi, ever the smooth operator, says he’s got a call and quietly slips away—classic escape move. Meanwhile, Malishka is left fuming. “How dare Lakshmi talk to me like that?” she huffs. Neelam, always Team Malishka, tells her to ignore it, brushing off Lakshmi’s anger like it’s just another Tuesday tantrum. In her room, Lakshmi’s not just angry—she’s suspicious. She wonders how Malishka is managing to fool everyone so easily. Just then, Shalu walks in, about to spill the tea about Balwinder meeting Kiran. But Lakshmi’s already two steps ahead. She stops her mid-sentence and drops a bombshell—she knows Balwinder showed up at the party. Kiran, eavesdropping like a true villain outside the door, bolts the moment Lakshmi notices her shadow. Elsewhere, Ayush is busy playing detective. He tells Rishi that Lakshmi’s acting weird around Malishka. “Something’s off,” he says. Rishi nods, looking all thoughtful, and admits, “Yeah, I felt that too... like the old Lakshmi is back—with all that love.” Hmm, someone's getting nostalgic. Back to the real drama—Shalu finally spills that Balwinder came to meet Kiran. Lakshmi doesn’t blink and reveals the jaw-dropper: “Malishka is pregnant with Balwinder’s child.” Shalu, understandably, looks like her soul just left the building. Ayush wants to get to the bottom of it, but Rishi, clearly in denial, says they can deal with it later. Right now, he just wants to enjoy life. Oh, and mehendi shopping. Ayush teases him, Rishi disappears into the bathroom. Boys will be boys. Shalu wants to expose Malishka immediately, but Lakshmi shuts it down. “Not yet,” she says. “Everyone trusts Malishka blindly, and if she finds out we know the truth, she’ll go full Mission Impossible to cover it up.” Fair point. Kiran, meanwhile, is panicking. She tells Malishka that Lakshmi’s sniffing too close to the truth, and if she finds out why Balwinder really came, they’re doomed. Lakshmi tells Shalu they’ll need proof—solid evidence—before making their move. Shalu’s on board. Game plan: find Malishka’s phone and dig up the dirt. The next morning, Ayush comes back from jogging, all fresh and flirty. Shalu greets him, and they have a classic rom-com moment. She teases him saying Lakshmi’s coming, and Ayush panics, changes the topic like a guilty schoolboy. Shalu laughs it off. Ayush insists he’s not scared of anyone. Sure, buddy. Right on cue, Lakshmi walks in and Ayush practically sprints away. Lakshmi, amused, tells Shalu, “Ayush is adorable.” She gets a bit emotional, urging Shalu not to repeat her mistake of doubting love. “Trust Ayush,” she says, sounding like the elder sister who’s been through some serious soap opera stuff. Shalu promises she’ll love and trust him no matter what. Shalu invites her to join them for shopping, but Lakshmi says she’s got better plans—like watching Malishka like a hawk. The sisters decide to snoop a little and try to get Malishka’s phone to uncover the truth. Meanwhile, Balwinder calls Malishka and starts his daily routine of blackmailing. He demands money. She refuses, but the man just won’t quit. She hangs up and vents to Kiran, who tells her to calm down and handle Balwinder before he blows everything up. Malishka nods, clearly regretting every decision she’s ever made. Back at the Oberoi mansion, Rishi and Ayush are having a brotherly tussle. In the middle of all this, Rishi’s cash lies on the bed—unguarded. Malishka walks in, spots the money, and her brain immediately goes cha-ching. She thinks about stealing it to pay off Balwinder. Because of course she does. Read the full article

[holycityoflove]

Faith and Love

Understanding Faith and Spiritual Growth within Urantia Paper 102 If you've ever pondered the nature of faith—how it arises, why it matters, and how it shapes your personal spiritual journey—then Urantia Paper 102 offers a deep and thought-provoking perspective. Unlike a traditional religious text, the Urantia Book approaches faith as an evolving experience, deeply personal yet universally significant.

Let’s break it down in a way that feels both engaging and relatable.

Faith: More Than Just Belief One of the key themes of Paper 102 is that faith isn’t just about believing in something unseen—it’s about experience and growth.

You are not just expected to accept divine truths blindly; instead, faith is an active, living process. It’s something you cultivate through your experiences, decisions, and the ways you respond to life’s challenges.

Thou Salvington .. think about it more deeply .. faith isn’t static. As you grow intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually, your faith shall evolve too. You shall start by trusting in small things and, over time, develop a deeper conviction based on lived experiences rather than just teachings. This allows the idea to become an ideal to be lived.

The Relationship Between Faith and Knowledge Another major point in this paper is the balance between faith and reason. It acknowledges that humans naturally seek knowledge, but also suggests that faith and knowledge aren’t in opposition. Instead, they complement each other.

Knowledge helps us understand the material world—science, history, facts.

Faith helps us grasp the deeper meanings of existence—purpose, values, and your relationship with the divine.

This balance prevents faith from becoming blind belief and keeps knowledge from being purely mechanical. True spiritual progress happens when both faith and reason work together, guiding us toward a more meaningful and fulfilling life.

Spiritual Growth: A Continuous Journey One of the most beautiful insights from Paper 102 is that spiritual growth is a process, not a destination. It’s not about reaching a final state of enlightenment but about continuous development. Every challenge, every decision, every act of love and kindness contributes to your journey.

The paper emphasizes that spiritual enlightenment isn’t about sudden, dramatic revelations—it’s about daily choices. The way ye trust, love, and strive for truth shapes your destiny. Small acts of faith, like showing compassion or seeking deeper understanding, gradually transform you.

Why This Matters Today In your modern world, where doubt and skepticism are common, Paper 102 provides a refreshing perspective: faith isn’t about rejecting reason; it’s about finding a higher, more meaningful reality. It’s about courageously embracing the unknown, not as something to fear, but as something to explore.

You don’t need to have all the answers. The journey itself—the search for truth, the practice of love, and the pursuit of wisdom—is what truly matters.

My Final Thoughts Urantia Paper 102 invites us to see faith not as a rigid doctrine but as a living, breathing relationship with truth and spiritual reality. It encourages you to grow, to seek, and to trust the unfolding process of your lives.

When I spoke in the first century about reaching, knocking, seeking, penetrating .. I was referring to this progressive faith and trust.

So, what does faith mean to you? How has it shaped your journey? Let’s keep this conversation going!

Adonai Michael Of Nebadon

[aajjks]

GHL!JK

jungkook has always been gentle with you.

he handled you like a delicate flower as he carefully molded you into the perfect woman, his woman. however, his gentleness stops today. he’s been warned plenty of times about your ‘party girl’ habits: you’re a heavy drinker who doesn’t know their limit and now you’re a pothead too. you dare show up to his and your first date high as hell and to make things worse, you pretend like everything’s normal—did you think he was that stupid?

no, never. but did you think he would buy your ‘everything’s fine’ act? yeah, a little. you wonder if jungkook can hear how rapid your heart’s beating because you’re both nervous and scared of what he means by ‘teaching you a lesson.’ blindly, you try to tell you’re not high (like lying will make it better), but he doesn’t sell what you’re buying. you’ve been caught red handed and not you must face the consequences of your foolish actions.

you sit in the car and look at jungkook with nervous-teary eyes, rubbing your shoulder from the impact of getting slammed against the car. “a-are you going to break up with me?” you ask, your heart pounding in your chest assuming the worst case scenario. “i’m sorry” you sniffle. “i won’t do it again, jungkook. please don’t break up with me. i-i’ll do better. PLEASE!! i-i lo—,” you bite your lip. “like you. i like you, jungkook. please…”

~🫧

Nah. You fucked up.

And now you’re gonna pay for it.

Jungkook slams the car door shut behind you, his entire body tense with restrained fury.

The moment he gets into the driver’s seat, his hands grip the steering wheel so tightly that the leather groans beneath his palms. The silence in the car is suffocating, charged with a tension that’s thick enough to choke on.

You try to speak, but the words barely leave your lips before Jungkook leans over abruptly, his hand shooting out to grip your chin firmly.

His lips crash against yours—not out of tenderness, but as a sharp, demanding way to silence you.

It’s rough, unyielding, and laced with frustration. His lips move against yours with an edge that borders on anger, and for a moment, it almost seems like he’s trying to punish you through the kiss alone.

Then he pulls back, breathing heavily, his nose brushing yours as his dark eyes glare into yours. That’s when he tastes it—the faint, telltale bitterness of cannabis lingering faintly on your lips. The realization hits him like a slap across the face. His jaw clenches, and his entire expression darkens.

“You’re DEAD YN,” he mutters, his tone low and deadly, more a growl than actual words. His fingers tighten just slightly on your chin before he shoves himself back into his seat, releasing you.

“Unbelievable,” he spits out, running a hand through his hair as his nostrils flare.

The tension in the car boils over, the air practically crackling with his anger. He starts the car with a jerky motion, his movements sharp and aggressive.

The drive back to his dorm is a blur of erratic turns and furious acceleration.

Jungkook doesn’t say a word, but his silence is deafening. His grip on the wheel is unrelenting, his jaw locked so tightly it looks like it might snap.

The occasional glance in your direction is filled with a mixture of fury, disappointment, and something darker—something unspoken.

When the car screeches to a halt outside his dorm, Jungkook is out of his seat in an instant, slamming his door shut with enough force to rattle the windows.

He rounds the car, yanks open your door, and without a word, leans down to haul you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing.

The world tilts as he carries you, his steps quick and purposeful, his grip firm and unrelenting. He doesn’t care who might see or what they might think—his focus is singular, his anger consuming.

Jungkook kicks the door to his dorm open, the wood slamming against the wall with a loud bang.

The space is empty, just like he knew it would be.

Eunwoo isn’t here to witness what comes next. He deposits you unceremoniously on your feet, his hands gripping your arms as he stares down at you, his eyes blazing with fury.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he snarls, his voice low but sharp, each word slicing through the air.

“You think this is a FUCKIN joke? You think I’ll just let this slide? Do you know how embarrassing it was to sit there and watch you act like that? To watch everyone else see it too?”

His voice rises slightly, but he reins it back in, taking a deep breath through his nose.

It’s not because he’s embarrassed that the people had to see you like that, but rather the fact that you don’t care about yourself or about the fact that this was your first official date, that he worked so hard for.

He thought you cared.

But you didn’t and you broke his heart.

And now you will pay for it.

“I’ve heard the rumors. I’ve ignored them because I thought I could trust you. But this?” He gestures toward you, his expression hard. “This is too much.”

You have disappointed him.

When you don’t respond, his anger flares again. “Look at me,” he demands, stepping closer.

You are so dead.

His tone is commanding, leaving no room for defiance. His hand comes up, but not to touch your face. Instead, he slams you on his bed and rolls his sleeve up.

“Ass up.”

It’s definitely not a fucking request but rather a command. Once you don’t respond, he forces your body to change positions and positions your ass up in the air.

He’s rough, but he doesn’t care.

He raises his hand and it lands sharply on your backside with a loud crack, his palm connecting with enough force to send a sting through your skin.

“That’s for lying to me,” he says, his voice steady but cold, You have pissed him off. He didn’t want you to see this side of him, but you forced this.

His voice is laced with an intensity that sends a chill through the room. His gaze doesn’t waver, locked onto yours as if daring you to say anything. Another smack lands, harder this time. “And that’s for ruining tonight.”

His chest heaves as he stares at you, the anger radiating off him in waves.

“If you think I’m going to let this slide, you’re dead wrong. You don’t get to act like this and still expect me to treat you like nothing happened. You’re mine. And if you want to stay mine, you’re going to learn to act like it.”

And another hard Spank.

The hard slapping noises go on and on and on in the silent dorm where you moan in pain.

[saifulmarteen]

Week 4 (Monday & Tuesday): Tiredness

New week, new working day. After a day of rest on Sunday, I am back for work.

Lesson #1: Ukulele, 8 years old.

Tuning and warm up exercise before lesson starts.

Recap from last week's lesson (Fm, Gm, A, Bb, B, Bm)

Take a break from learning new chords and time to apply the chords learned through a song.

Practice song exercise is 'Happy Birthday'

Here is her progress so far;

Lesson #2: Ukulele, 7 years old.

Tuning and warm up exercise before lesson starts.

Recap from last week's lesson (dom7 chords and 'Mary Had A Little Lamb')

Focused on strumming pattern; island strumming pattern;

Practice song 'Somewhere Over The Rainbow', which features the island strumming pattern and the new chords learned from previous lesson.

Lesson #3: Electric Guitar, 16 years old.

Tuning and warm up exercise before lesson starts.

Recap from last week's lesson (listen and choosing song for Grade 6 Guitar Rock & Pop exams)

Preparing and practice for exams

Focusing on 'Johnny B. Goode' by Chuck Berry

Guide him through the song part by part so that it will not be too overwhelming.

Taught him the proper technique and attitude to apply when playing instead of just reading and playing the song score blindly.

Lesson #4: Guitar, 14 years old.

Tuning and warm up exercise before lesson starts.

Recap from last week's lesson (strumming pattern on 'Viva la Vida')

Now that she is able to play the whole song with the correct strumming pattern, the next exercise is to test her multi-tasking ability.

I asked her to try to sing and play the song at the same time.

It is a good exercise, especially for a singer, to be able to comfortably sing while playing the guitar.

Overall Conclusion and Challenge(s) Faced:

As usual, I ended the day on a somewhat positive note where I have accomplished my lesson plans for the day. Some of my students have showed a big improvement and some little but nevertheless, all of them have gotten better from last week's lesson.

However, today, the mood is not the greatest because some of my students lacked the energy as they might be tired from school earlier during the day. Hence, they are not able to give their 100% during lesson. I understand that this is the part and parcel of being a teacher where you'll have good days and not so good days and unfortunately today is one of the not so good days. What I learned from this is that, I have to understand and try to adapt to the changes. For example, when one of my student is showing signs of tiredness, I will talk to them more instead of continuing with the lesson as per normal.

[casspurrjoybell-22]

The Art of Sin - Chapter 21 - Part 2

•Blu Nekozuka (Neko)

*Warning Adult Content*

"Well, I think that's enough for today." 

His actions would seem embarrassed but I could see the fire in his eyes, smell how turned on he was.

The others, too, were starting to be affected.

That may have been because of the pheromones I was no doubt releasing but I couldn't help it.

I was horny as fuck and couldn't control it.

Without thinking, I let my eyes tear up. 

"Do you not like me Nikoli?"

I was playing dirty, I knew I was but he was just so stubborn.

I almost regretted it went I saw the panic and guilt in his eyes.

Almost.

He was also really cute when he wasn't in control. 

"It's not that."

"Is it because of Oberous? Because I was a prostitute?"

Wait, why did that come out? That was a bit too truthful.

"No, no, Winter. Of course it isn't..."

"Then do you not like that I'm an incubus? Or whatever I am now..."

I needed to stop talking.

Nikoli was panicking, I was panicking.

Hell, even everyone else in the room was wide-eyed and fidgeting.

This wasn't hot.

This was deep and gross.

"You know I don't care about that..."

"Then why?"

There were real tears threatening to spill over now.

I looked up at him, trying to keep the sobs back,

"I love you. I love all of you. I just want to become closer. I don't need to have sex. I can live off you guys having it or kisses or whatever but it hurts that you guys don't want me..."

His lips were on mine.

It wasn't gentle.

It was rough, full of emotion.

His frustration, his panic, his love was clear.

He kissed me to shut me up but then he just kept kissing.

Somehow I ended up straddling him, my arms clutching at the front of his shirt, both of us damp with sweat.

He tasted amazing even after the hours we spent training.

It was weird, childish even, to say there were sparks but I could almost swear there were. 

My hands found their way underneath his shirt.

I felt perfection.

He was rock solid underneath.

I was trying to memorize everything but it wasn't enough just to blindly feel.

I broke away from the kiss, panting lightly as I rested my forehead on his shoulder.

Nikoli showered my neck with kisses, nibbling from time to time.

I drew in a shuddered breath as he took my lobe between his teeth. 

"Nikoli..."

He hummed in response, his own hands wandering below my clothes. 

"I want more."

Almost instantly I was on the floor, Nikoli above me, his hands roaming me with unabashed passion that he's held back for far too long. 

His thigh was between my legs, his hard cock rubbing against me through his pants.

His fingers inched my shirt further and further up, tugging it fully off between kisses.

I reached to do the same just as his hand reached into my sweats, his fingers wrapping around me.

My body responded immediately, my back arching as I broke our kiss and clung to him, moaning as I forgot about my intentions of stripping him. 

Was my first time with him going to be in a giant room in front of a bunch of other people?

Yup.

Was I going to enjoy it?

Hell yeah.

I wanted them to watch me make love to Nikoli but that might just be the pervert in me.

"Fuck."

I knew he read my thoughts as his husky voice uttered out the curse.

The intensity of his touches jumping up a few notches.  

I gathered the strength to raise off the floor and began to kiss and nibble any exposed skin I could get to, the taste amazing regardless of the workout.

He shivered under my onslaught of attention.

My hands returning to exploring his body, lowering until I reached the waistband of his shorts and then venturing inside to find his length.

I'd only started to show it the same attention mine was getting, enjoying the badly stifled moans and groans coming from Nikoli.

After a few minutes, he huffed and moved away, practically ripping off my clothes.

My brain was barely processing it when his mouth descended, kissing and sucking.

It felt amazing but it wasn't enough. I wanted to pleasure him.

To pleasure all of them.

Not as a client but as my lovers. 

I made a sound of frustration.

When Nikoli looked up with a smirk, I took my chance.

Reversing the positions as fast as possible.

I wasn't quick enough, however and somehow ended up with my knees on either side of his head, dangling before him as he stood alert and ready in front of me.

He was more than happy, instantly resuming as his fingers gripped my thighs.

We both fought for control, aiming to make the other the bigger mess.

I couldn't take him all the way in my mouth but I made up for it, drawing out sounds I never thought would come from his amazing mouth. 

I felt my body go almost numb, trembling as I came with a moan, the vibrations causing his grip to tighten.

He thrusted, his hot cum shooting a moment after.

Sagging slightly, I panted.

Nikoli wasn't done, however.

He was already starting to get hard again but that wasn't what surprised me.

His tongue prodded at my hole, making me jump in surprise.

My body continued to shiver with pleasure as he patiently loosened me.

Satisfied, he gently moved us so that I was under him, taking off his shirt.

I was looking up as his sculpted body as he positioned himself, excited and nervous all at the same time.

This was it.

The moment I'd literally dreamt about for so long. 

"I love you, Winter," he whispered, his eyes full of warmth as he caressed my cheek, the trails of his touch sending even more shivers throughout my body.

"I love you too, Nikoli."

My response ended with a loud moan as he entered me torturously slow, going deeper until he was fully in.

Neither of us moved, both panting as we experienced the feeling.

We were finally one.

Emotionally, spiritually, and physically.