#my complain with L&L was entirely different

[ace-and-ranty]

Saw a post going around about Legend & Lattes, talking about its genre of origin and how skill progression is a staple of it, but then L&L swaps out "You gained the Extra Cool Murder Skill!" with "You gained scones!" and that's why it's so "painfully boring"

No hate to that post, they're having fun nagging and God knows I have fun nagging, which is why I'm doing this on my own post rather than pooping on their fun, LOL

But I gotta say. I think they're underestimating the existence of a crowd that genuinely prefers scones to the Extra Cool Murder Skill. Have they ever heard of Stardew Valley?.

[doromoni]

Lunch Preferences | LN4

Ships: Lando Norris x Personal Chef! Reader , Platonic! Oscar Piastri x Personal Chef! Reader

Warnings : None

Genre: fluff

Summary : Oscar’s food always tasted better and Lando finds out why.

Part 2

Lando was never adventurous when it came to certain things , most importantly when it came to the food that he consumed — His best friend Max could vouch on that , heck the entire grid and the whole McLaren hospitality can say it.

When it came down to it , when Lando didn’t like the ingredient used in the meal served in the Motorhome cafeteria, a special meal is always prepared for the Golden Boy of Mclaren. Most find it funny but the kitchen staff found it extremely annoying; to them Lando was a diva.

Kitchen personnel and caterers are shuffled within motorhomes and during races in different countries and it became problematic for Mclaren due to the new personnel’s lack of knowledge of their driver’s preferences. Funnily enough, this has become an issue much so that a protocol has been made stating that when a new driver is signed they are given their own personal chef that tours around with them during the races.

Cut to Oscar Piastri joining the Papaya Family, and Y/n L/n had been added to the roster. The Australian driver and Y/n had met during Oscar’s F2 season and had quickly formed a bond, by bond meaning Y/N fuels Oscar’s obsession with sweets. The aussie became obsessed, much so that when the “personal chef” clause came up in his contract, his immediate answer was “ Y/N L/N”.

“Osc what the hell? What do you mean you got me a job at Mclaren? Are you high on sugar again?” You asked in disbelief as you stared at the Australian, eyebrow raised.

You and Oscar are currently in his kitchen in his apartment in the UK. You were trying to bake your f2 paddock famous cookies while Oscar tries to help , emphasis on tries.

“Oh come on Y/N! You’re perfect for this. You know my likes and dislikes . Plus you know how to trick me into eating my veggies” Oscar said exasperatingly.

“ Oscar as much as I love to feed you , you know that I cant travel with you, I have a job remember? Plus Im not a professional chef , you dummy! I just cook as a passion” You muttered softly trying to get your point across.

“Then quit! I know you hate your job y/n. This is your chance! I made sure that they’ll pay you handsomely ~ more than your current pay . I swear! PLUS you get to travel with me and you get to explore food all over the world” The boy did made a whole lot of sense…

“Fine , let me see the contract” Then an enormous grin plasters itself on his face.

***

* Brownies

“Holy Crap , Mate! These brownies are killer! Where did you get these?” Logan exclaimed as he continued to stuff his face with Oscar’s snacks prepared by Y/N of course.

“My chef made them for ME , Logan. Hands off “ Oscar swatted the American’s hand as he tried to get another piece.

“What are you two idiots up-to now? “ Alex spoke as he came near the duo, Lando right on his tail.

“Oscar brought these amazing brownies and He wont share! Come on mate, just one more” Logan once again tried to reach for the bag only to be denied once again.

“Ohhh, let me try some of that!” Alex laid out his hand , and Logan complaining in the background saying “unfair “ as Oscar gave Alex one.

“You weren’t kidding! these are good. Lando try one” Alex gestured towards Lando.

Lando looking a bit apprehensive, took the offered treat and took a bite. As the Brit chewed , he couldn’t stop eating till there was no more. Screw belgian chocolate, that brownie was his favorite food now.

“Oscar, give me another.” Lando requested to his now younger teammate.

“Nope~ these are mine” Oscar grinned teasingly as he stood up , away from the reach of his fellow drivers

“Oscarrrr , give em up you muppet!” Lando whined and pouted .

“No! Ask your chef to make you one. “ Oscar implored.

“But the ones they make aren’t as good as thoseee” Lando continued to whine

“I know, this is Y/N’s special recipe. “ Oscar replied mockingly, a playful grin on his face as we waved them goodbye.

“Damn, Y/N made those? No wonder they tasted amazing” Logan muttered catching the attention of Lando.

“Y/N? Who?” Lando asked now curious .

“Oh, Y/N is our friend. Well now Oscar’s personal chef too. We met when Oscar and I were racing in F2. She used to bring us her cooking after the race.”

“Damn, did she put cocaine on those brownies or something?” Alex said wanting another bite.

“Did you say that she’s Oscar’s chef? That would mean that she’s in Mclaren right now?” Lando asked yet again to the now bemused American.

“Yes?” And with that Lando Norris is on a mission. Find the lady who makes extremely delicious brownies.

“Y/N” Lando muttered your name under his breath as he traversed towards his own motorhome with a purpose.

Finally reaching his destination only to be bombarded by his Pr manager pulling him along towards his media duties

Lando’s brownie mission was a fail

“Hey, do you know who’s Y/N?”

* Wok fried noodles

“ Ok so , Oscar will be done in a few minutes then it will be your turn” Lando’s manager , Valerie, explained as He was getting ready for the interview set up by Mclaren for a special edition for a motorsport magazine of some sorts.

“You should take a bite of your lunch , Lan. I don’t think you’ll be getting time to do so later” valerie explained, as she nudged the now cold , barely touched container of food towards the British driver.

“But there fish in it ,Val” The brit frowned as he glanced on his supposed to be lunch. How many times did he have to say NO FISH.

“It’s not even touching th-“ valerie tried to explain but was cut of by Lando as he exclaimed

“But it’s near a fish!” To which Valerie could only sigh and nod.

Then a knock and an opening of a door happened along with Oscar popping his head in — who appears to be carrying chopsticks and a container of sorts.

“ Hey, mate! They said it’ll be your turn in 15 mins or so” Oscar said as he scoops his lunch into his mouth.

“What ya eating there bud?” Lando couldn’t help ask as the savory aroma filled his room and a rumble came to his stomach.

“Some low carb noodle dish Y/N made , not really sure what’s it called . Tasted great tho.” The Australian said .

“Lemme have a bite” Lando waved his hands towards Oscar . With a shrug , oscar did.

As He took a bite , Lando could only think of one thing.

“Where could I get myself a Y/N”

* Spring Rolls

Practice 1 had just finished and the drivers have an hour or 2 to rest and kill time . And for our youngest Aussie driver on the grid it is time to annoy his lovely friend Y/N.

“ Hey, Y/N… could you please make extra servings of what ever you’re making for my lunch?” Oscar asked sheepishly

“Osc, No! You have to follow a strict calorie count and your trainer will kill me!” You said as you stoped what you were doing .

“It’s not for me, Its for Lando! He always eats my food “ Oscar explains and you understood clearly. Nodding with a smile , you shooed Oscar away.

“Thanks , Angel! “ Oscar left but not before leaving a kiss on your head.

You then set out to make lunch for 2 drivers, and finishing by packing them separately . You never forgot to leave a message on Oscar’s meals as encouragements to your closest friend

Your eyes go towards the food intended for Lando. You were contemplating whether you should write something or not. Biting your lip you took another piece of post it and started writing.

Maybe this is your chance to get the driver’s attention and shoot your shot. You have been crushing on the British driver for who knows how long. Tutting yourself you shake your head from your thoughts and delusions.

In the post it wrote ,

Dear, Lando

A little birdie told me that you liked my cooking , ey? Oh! I heard that you liked spring rolls so I made you a few. No fish , I promise. Hope you enjoy! And good luck on the race! I’ll be cheering on the sidelines 🧡

P.S. thank Osc , he begged me to tag you along :P

— Y/N

***

Butterflies filled Lando’s stomach as he opened the lunch box you made for him. You cooking for him and writing a note felt so domestic , like a wife and husband.Lando became a giggly mess as he re-read your note again and again.

He remembered the time when he first saw you. You were with Oscar in the Mclaren motorhome , sitting on the lounge when your eyes met his and you gave Lando a smile — it was only passing but to Lando it was enough. To him you were so angelic .He imagined coming home to you and you would cook for him and all seemed fine in the world.

“ you know , you should just ask her out on a date” and suddenly Lando was startled out of his daydreaming

“Huh , what? Dreaming? Who was? “ Lando tried to act cool in front of Oscar who was now sniggering as he leaned on the doorframe.

“ I know that you like Y/N, Lando! Just ask the girl already “

“Who’s Y/N?” Oscar rolled his eyes at his teammate

“You’re both idiots .y’know? You both have goggly eyes for each other — it honestly hurts to see. Here’s her number . Please just go out. Or I swear I’ll lock the two of you in a room or something. “ Lando was flabbergasted by his teammate who was now exiting the room.

“Uhh… Thanks Osc!” The Brit broke out into a huge smile as he shouted towards the australian

“Yeah yeah , just don’t hurt her or I promise to crash into you in every race”

***

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Screw everything else inject On1y into my damn veins

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Aug 2024 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs Gaga ) eps 5-6 of 12 - Extreme introvert dealing with a very hot, very drunk, very affectionate extrovert was an excellent experience all around. “I was drunk and talking out of my ass, but I wasn’t lying” maybe one of the world’s greatest confessions. How meta that he’s checking out the book of the story that he’s in. Carry on boys, very enjoyable, very Thai BL.

My Love Mix-Up Th (Fri YT) ep 12 fin - It’s cute. They are all very cute. I do like it when high school BL gives us a coming out sequence. I know it’s old-fashioned, but it’s a trope that goes with this particular setting really well, and I just like it when it’s done nicely. I’m not sure I needed it to totally dominate the final episode of the series. But it was fine.

I gotta say, Fourth is an absolutely outstanding actor. He really did knocked it out of the park in this last episode especially. 

In conclusion:

It was fine and it was charming, but it was also a little lackluster. Thailand managed to take one of Japan's softest cutest most bonkers BLs in recent memory and make it softer and cuter and... dull. They did this by watering it down. JBLs almost always have an edge to them, even the rom-coms, by dulling the edge, MLMU lost a great deal of the sparkle and tension as well. What an office setting managed to mostly maintain in the consummate hands of TayNew felt somewhat lackluster when handed off to the next generation and a high school setting. Cherry Magic was a lovely reinterpretation, Mix Up was an amateur's watercolor rendition of a colorful oil painting. Am I being harsh? G4 tried their best, and Fourth turned in some outrageously good acting in the latter half. But the show? It was fine. If you like water colors and you haven't seen (and loved) Kieta Hatsukoi. 8/10

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (Fri iQIYI) ep 8 fin - This was the first hint we got that the lead's relationship was anything more than sexual. And it was utilized for a breakup?! JJ and Wan's friendship is the best thing about this show. PWan selling JJ out to Methas was great. I was modestly delighted by the big fuck off ownership engagement ring. I admire a boy who likes to mark his territory with bling. I actually thought this was a decent final episode. If very rushed. I know, in general this ending was objectively weak, but I grinned the entire time, so I can’t really complain that much.

Final thoughts?

A story about a kid who infiltrates a cooking competition under false pretenses and then has to deal with the consequences when he falls in love with the head chef. The side couple is a poor little rich boy meets physical therapist (morality chain). The core friendships are excellent and the chemistry cannot be faulted across the (charcuterie) board. What this show lacks in substance it makes up for in health code violations. It was all chili all the time. Considering that the plot centered on betrayal but the romantic relationship never sweetened enough to balance that bitterness; one could be forgiven for throwing this one in the compost. But I got over all its weaknesses in flavor balancing for an ultimately satisfying meal, with a great dessert course. I've always loved spicy food. Plus the blooper reels were fantastic. 8/10

Addicted Heroin (Thai Tues WeTV) ep 2 of 10 - I like the side couple a lot. It’s nice to see that dynamic developed (as it wasn't in the CBL version). Of course, Thailand leans into a secondary couple, but I also like the super popular jock + geeky boy who couldn’t care less. You know what? I’m actually really enjoying this. And yes, I AM biased because it's August. (Wait, that could be taken several different ways this month. But you know what I mean.) Anygay, this is a lot softer than the original, and so Hero is much more of a pining character and less harsh. But I'm still enjoying it. I like the stepbrothers trope (we don’t get it very much from Thailand), and I enjoy the beats and pulses of this particular story. We will see if it derails into inconsequence and lack of conflict the way My Love Mixup did.  

Sunset X Vibes (Sat iQIYI) ep 11 of 12 - I’m enjoying this show but it should’ve been just 10 eps. It’s feeling bloated at this juncture. That said, I loved our little GL kiss. Very pretty. I also really like the bit with Sam and Yo flirting with each other. Sam trying to get Yo to call him P'Sam was fucking brilliant. And then slipping in all of those nongs. Delightful. Linguistic negotiation, it's what's for dinner... along with Sam's d**k apparently. I frankly did not think they would take this couple that far. So, thank you very much everybody involved.

Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 4 of 12 - I do enjoy watching Yim freak out and fall in love all over again. The reality is still better for me than the fantasy parts, but it’s all fun enough. The magic mushrooms bit was odd. In fact, there is definitely a core tenor of ODD going on with the show. Which I’m accustomed to from Japan but I’m not really sure about from Thailand. Thus I remain engaged but suspicious of this BL. 

I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 6 of 12 - Yu wants to take his baby on a trip, gets thwarted by his younger brother. Ouch. I really do think it’s time for Ai to tell Yu what’s going on with his dreams! Drunken boyfriend bolster pillow is a fav trope of mine. As usual, I’m catching second lead syndrome. What? I liked the rich boy badminton player. And then he picked up a guitar. Oh well.

The Trainee (Sun YouTube) ep 8 of 12 - No one cares about the hets. He was jelly? Cute. Also kinda an arse, by hey this is BL. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

The On1y One (Taiwan Thurs Gaga) eps 1-2 of 12 - announced in 2023, high school, stepbrothers, and is reputed to be high heat. Based on a novel Mou Mou + the Your Name Engraved Herein team.

ARE YOU READY? I'M GOING TO NOT SO QUIETLY LOSE MY DAMN MIND

This is old-school BL and it’s bloody fantastic. Tsundere seme to beat all tsundere (smartest + tallest + bestest at everything but people) meets socially-ept cutie smart-ass protag.

They living together by end of ep 1 and start kissing by end of ep 2.

There is an Unknown quality to this, and that I love. Also, and ironic to say this while Addicted Heroin Th is airing, but this REALLY reminds me of Addicted. It’s so fucking good. I am all in on this show. Shut up while this eats my life.

Cosmetic Playlover (Japan Tues Gaga) eps 5-6 of 8 - Of course! The POV shift to the seme character at ep 5! How could I forget? Japan loves this beat! AND.... The running of the gays. And a use of a first name! So darling. Also some crazy great communication and conversation that is NOT a hallmark of Japan. Sahashi is so very possessive. I loved the switch that went on in his brain and the mania in his eyes when he thought someone else was interested in Natsume. I continue to love this.

I Hear the Sunspot AKA Hidamari ga Kikoeru (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 10 of 12 - I’m never going to like Maya. Sorry. And the leads were separated for most of this episodes so it was largely disappointing. I did like the insight into the way T sees the world, and sees the alienation of a disability and what it's dong to his friend. It’s very empathic. He’s such an appealing character in his obtuse bull-headed way.

Seoul Blues (Korea Fri? YouTube) ep 2 of 8 - It’s intriguing, and I'm happy to have anything from Korea on my dash. But, like Blue Boys, I’m not entirely sure if I like it or not.

First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) eps 3-4 of 12 - This may be Taiwan but I’m still in the "no singing" camp. I’m getting a slightly better chemistry feel off the leads in this episode. I’m not sure if they’re keeping it stiff because the younger character is under age or if it’s just that the actors aren’t there yet? (In other words is this a directing choice or a performance issue?)

Takara's Treasure AKA Takara No Vidro (Japan Mon Gaga) ep 8 of 10 - I've finally come down firmly on the fact that it’s the uneven power distribution (in terms of interest and enthusiasm for the relationship) that I dislike about this show. Generally, I like a power dynamic differential, kinky and all that. But this particular dynamic, when it’s the weaker personality that’s so much more into the stronger one? I never like it, unless it engages a serious pivot at some point. (See My Personal Weatherman or Takara & Amagi.)

It's airing but...

Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun grey) ep 3 of 10 - I was really loving this one but I can't find ep 3 anywhere so I guess I gotta wait it out. I hope I get to see it eventually.

4 Minutes (Sat Gaga) eps 1-6 of 8 - Gaga picked this one up so we can watch it there. If I have time, I'll get caught up and put it into rotation.

In case you missed it

Meet You at the Blossom (China) - I'm eating crow, binging the fucker, and live blogging.

The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer IS COMING IN SEPTEMBER!!!! (Yeah this is gonna sit here until then).

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Coming Next Month:

The Time of Fever (Korea)

9/1 Live in Love (Thai)

9/3 Happy of the End (Japan)

9/6 Kidnap (Thai)

9/7 The Hidden Moon (Thai)

9/9 Jack & Joker (Thai)

9/14 Love Sick 2024 (Thai)

9/17 Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan)

More deets next week. It's late and I'm tired.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

It was pretty. I am very shallow.

Even more pretty. Petition to have Tenon with his shirt off and hair back in every subsequent Thai BL? Just because.

(SunsetXVibes)

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many tags.

[hana-no-seiiki]

☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ FIVE STAGES OF YANDERE ࿐: IDOL EDITION

“ 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃. “

⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈. ✧ yandere! idol! oc (jisoo han) x superfan/manager! reader

✧ tw/cw: yandere themes, reader is also yandere at the start, mentions of anxiety and self harm, honestly idol life is its own tw

HAPPY HANA NO SEIIKI ANNIVERSARY YA’LL!!

[ series masterlist ]

⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE ONE. ✧ DENIAL

“Oh gosh (oh gosh) this is so crazy. I’ve fallen in love again.

I trip so easily.

Adore new things, they sparkle.”

“Why are you so obsessed with him?”

“Dunno, just am.”

Your entire life revolved around Yesterday’s Dawn’s ace, Eve. The idol who had been in everyone’s lips. Whose name had been heard throughout nations you’ve never even heard of.

He was your sun, the reason you had the energy to wake up every single day, the light of your life.

Every waking moment you spent it either thinking of him or offering your services for name.

It was normal for you to spend hours looking at his schedule, knowing where he was, being around him most times, or staring at media of him.

Somehow, you were able to land a job as his manager.

You were finally closer to your god.

But you swiftly find out that no man should be likened to one for only disappointment can be found in such a path.

Eve was a lot more . . . burnt out than you expected. A lot less passionate and energetic than he was in camera if not irritable.

It was normal for him to harass workers when they didn’t meet a standard he imposed, as such, after the first few weeks of your employment everyone that you were with have already been fired, quit, and/or paid to keep their silence on the matter.

Yet your feelings for him only stayed; as your employment with the company. Your meticulous and proactive nature as a fan site owner allowed you to take much of the workload he threw at you.

The little admiration you have left for the man kept you standing.

And if only you were a little less stressed you’d notice his scarlet eyes providing stares of amusement, bewilderment, and growing affection.

You never complained (at least, in a place where he could hear you).

Whenever he asked for impossible items or schedules you’ll simply grin and work things out in your little way.

You adjusted to his turbulent temperament as quickly as an experienced pilot in a stormy sky, a sailor of uncharted, dangerous waters.

You were brilliant. Reminiscent of his times as a trainee.

Bit by bit he started lessening your workload. Allowing you to rest. Hell, even giving you his coffee if he didn’t want it. He never gives away his coffee.

You acquiesced to many of his whims but were never a pushover. Always doing your job perfectly. Keeping him in line.

He would have fallen for you already, had he not been in love with someone else.

⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE TWO. ✧ ANGER

“Peek-a-boo! It’s only love when my heart quivers.

All my friends yell at me, they say I have a problem.

I’m fine fine fine fine fine fine!”

“ For this comeback period, [L/N] will be assigned to Hayate instead. Eve will have his senior’s manager work with him instead.”

“Understood.”

You were assigned to another member around Spring.

Yesterday Dawn’s most hectic time of the year aside from fall as the group’s concept was as the name suggested, focused more on nostalgia and times of youth.

You were relieved.

You never thought you would have been able to say that after being separated from Eve, but now it was the only thing you had on your mind.

No more late night calls about wanting coffee but throwing the leftovers at you the moment he was sick of the taste, no more work being thrown at you and taken away at random moments, no more working around his schedule so that he’ll have time to meet that dear senior of his in private.

You were free.

Hayate was known to be the harsher one in the fandom, but much like Eve his image was a bit different from his actual self.

Sure he was demanding, but he was fair. He wasn’t controlled by whims and impulse. You were finally able to do your job properly til the end, and you didn’t always feel a judging stare from him like Jisoo would always throw at you.

You were finally able to smile.

However, you see, being a manager for another member did not mean you would completely be free of your original client.

Hayate and Eve worked quite closely, and as such, you’d often help with Jisoo’s requests even if you weren’t obligated to.

Eve immediately saw the change in you.

You were, a lot more bright. Less haggard. Your voice less hoarse. Relaxed.

You were already getting along better with his group member than you ever did with him.

Eve wasn’t really the type to show his anger actively. He was always more, passive.

The senior he was head over heels for was slowly forgotten as he’d spent countless of hours pouring his feelings into his music. What was supposed to be a bittersweet spring album turned out to be one of sour regret and frustration.

Of course, it was still a hit. It even scored him a collaboration with the senior he oh so wanted to have their eyes on him. But all he could think of as he went to bed early in the morning was the way you’d laugh whenever Hayate spoke to you.

Hmph, the guy wasn’t even funny.

⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE THREE. ✧ BARGAINING

“Hey you, do you wanna play a game? I already know what you want.

Close your eyes and count to 10. Don’t matter anyways

Cause I am going to find you.”

“Did you hear? Jisoo got his first scandal. Apparently he bullied a bunch of students during high-school.”

“Wasn’t he . . . homeschooled?”

Causing scandals was easy. Dealing with scandals was not.

All Eve had to do was talk to some people, had a few pictures edited and voila, chaos.

It was amusing really, his company superiors would ply him with reassurances and sweet words; telling him that everything will be fine and dealt with while his pr managers dropped down like flies trying to prevent the flames of hatred from spreading too far.

All of them, hopelessly unaware.

All but his stupid senior.

“Why are you doing this now, Ji?”

They always looked down at him almost. Like he was a petulant child that needed to be coddled or scolded depending on their mood.

“We should focus on the track.”

And like he expected, you were brought right back to him. As you should be.

The heads figured out that you were the only one capable of handling the shitstorm without falling into the hands of alcohol or other substances in grief.

And as they expected you did.

After all, you had a timeline of his entire life in a canva document. Even if it was only mentioned once in a concert interview before they went famous. You were an Eve superfan.

All you did was confirm the fact that Jisoo got homeschooled by contacting his parents and teachers, and the rest was easy. You even reactivated your fansite for such an occasion.

If only you hadn’t.

Maybe then Jisoo wouldn’t have a definite reason to pursue you.

⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE FOUR. ✧ DEPRESSION

“You’ll never get this concept, you might as well forget it

Just play again, bet it all, roll the dice

BLANCA”

Eve thought he was doing well in terms of romancing you.

Ever since he found out about your fansite instead of feeling disgust and horror he felt . . . great, amazing even. A high the stage could never give him.

Of course, you two were destined.

It was only his duty to protect you as your partner, to spoil you, dote on you.

Even if you don’t realize your intertwined fates yet.

. . .

Eve always hovered over you.

Usually managers took shifts with watching over the idols. Half of your time was supposed to be spent planning rather than overseeing his activities.

Yet you seemed to have a never ending babysitting responsibility.

Your past self would have committed several war crimes for the sake of this opportunity. But after a year or so under his ‘care’ you found yourself slowly veering off into the type of insanity you didn’t like falling in.

You felt a bit like Andy from the original Devil Wears Prada book, only that your resentment simmered slowly. Forming into a hideous red sludge of exasperation whenever he randomly wanted to take a vacation. Forcing only you to come with him. Which meant an even bigger workload, and even more people to talk to for flights, schedule conflicts, reservations and all that.

You snapped.

It was a calm afternoon.

The sun was burning you alive as Eve insisted you two would go on a ‘beach date’ for some summer fun.

He shoved a drink in your hand.

And you just broke down.

Tears fell from your eyes, your breath shallow.

You asked him if this amused him. If your suffering was funny to him. If making you fall over just to get his demands on time made him feel fulfilled as a person.

And before he could answer you ran.

A week after that your schedule was finally normal.

Eve kept his distance. Not just from you but from everyone.

You knew of his anxiety attacks and depression before. But seeing those up close and personal scared you.

Things only get worse from here.

⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE FIVE. ✧ ACCEPTANCE

“So it’s too late you’re in the game now. If you keep up might not lose it.

The jungle gym of fun, like hell yeah

Makin the moon fall down down down.”

Eve spent most of his ‘hiatus’ watching your posts of him. Edits, fanfictions, photography, fancams.

Of course, it wasn’t to see himself perform again. He already did that on a regular basis to make sure he kept himself up to the standards of an idol.

It was to see your captions.

Your fanatic raving made him feel . . . loved.

Your previous thoughts on his performances made him feel complete. Like he found a missing piece of a puzzle he kept trying to put something else to fill it in.

Another part of his hiatus was spent preparing for his graduation. The termination of his contract.

It was clear you didn’t love him as an idol anymore. It was his fault really. He couldn’t see how he was hurting you with his work and desires.

If there was another thing he can thank his idol work for was the amount of money he had saved.

Now, he had a new home built far away from civilization. It was completely soundproof. The bed he ordered was custom made, tailored to your preferences this time rather than his. Food stocked to the nines. A few instruments here and there so he could compose even while retired.

He can always make a new song, a new life for you two to enjoy together.

“My voice, my body, my soul. It had always been yours. I just didn’t realize it.”

✧ [AUTHOR’S NOTE]:

For more EVE content check out the #hns.eve tag 🩵

Lyrics are a mix of translations from the og song and Mitch Joseph’s cover.

OFFICIAL EVE CHARACTER AI

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2024

[anime-fan-05]

Haikyuu!! ~With a short reader 2nd part~

1st part is here.

Oikawa T.

He loves hugging you because he really likes the feeling of you in your arms, and especially your head resting on his chest

In fact, if you don't hug him in the morning in front of school, at lunch when you two meet to eat together and after his training (you often have to take him away from the gym) to go home together, he'll complain about not having received the right amount of affection from you (Iwa will hit him at least ten times due to that)

Sometimes he teases you a lot little because he enjoys seeing your pouty face: "(Y/N)-chan, do you mind if I rest my arm here? It's so tired from training." "Tooru, get your gross, sweaty arm off my head!" "But it's the perfect armrest!" "..." "Awwww, (Y/N)-chan, are you pouting? How cute!"

Despite that, although he never misses an opportunity to make you angry about your height, he still does everything he can to make you feel appreciated: he knows when to stop with the teasing and when to compliment you, even for the most seemingly banal things

Furthermore, if a fan mentions something involving your height negatively, he won't hesitate to confront her

Kuroo T.

His teasing (because, come on, we know he certainly does them) are... particular: seriously, sometimes he can be a huge pain, but he's always able to bring a smile to your face ("Here it's." "Why did you bring me milk? I asked you for a bottle of water." "So maybe you grow a little and can at least reach Yaku in height.")

His favorite thing to do is grab you by your waist, hold you up and spin you around, especially after he wins a game or when you see each other again after a long time; he doesn't care who is watching you (his entire team, who will make fun of him forever), because all he's focused on at that moment is the lovely smile stitched on your face

If you start playing with his hands, he'll be wide-eyed, wanting to scream about how adorable you're; nevertheless he won't do so, thinking your or his neighbors won't appreciate it

In addition, his heart will be going crazy in his chest: you've no right to be so pretty, he'll think; he'll pout when you let go of his hands

If you wear his jersey during his games, no ball will go past his blocks; after the match, which will have ended with Nekoma's victory, though, he'll become a little arrogant: "Oh? What are you wearing, chibi?"

Haiba L.

You two make a so cute couple!

You've something like fifty centimeters of difference, but he doesn't care it anyway: he's very direct, and he always lets you know you look super cute for him

Anyhow, since he's so direct and frank, he's sometimes a little insensitive without meaning to, and he may say things to you that can offend you; when that happens, after realizing you're hurt, he begs you to forgive him, even if you two are in public, and he continues until you say you forgive him ("(Y/N)-chaaaaaaaan, forgive me, pleaseeeeee!" "Lev, get up, everyone is watching us!" "Forgive meeeeeeeee!" "Okay, okay, I forgive you, just get up..." "Yay! Let's go to the bar!")

When you two hold your hands, he's the one comparing them: he intertwines them with his and plays with your fingers; "Your hands are so tiny compared to mine" is one of his most common phrases

Your way of hugging is very cute: when you two are standing, you're hugging him from behind literally like a koala, and it's funny because you're so tiny against him; when you two are sitting, instead, you really look like a child compared to him, since you're like a ball on his lap

Tendou S.

He's absolutely not making fun of you, not even as a joke: since he was insulted by other children as a child, he doesn't want you to feel as bad as he felt

If someone makes fun of you, he'll protect you: "So you think you can make fun of my darling like that?" "N-no... I was just saying she's shorter than most people here in Shiratorizawa... T-that's all." "Yes, and I think you-" "Satori." "Yes, beauty?" "No." "..." "Satori." "Yes..."

His typical nicknames for you have to do with beauty ("beauty", "beautiful", "my pretty one", "my pretty girl", "cutie"...); the reason is because he thinks you're really too beautiful: he loves your height, and he thinks you're perfect for him

Speaking of affection, he doesn't mind if he has to bend down to kiss you, but for a long time he proposed you stand on a stool to kiss, and the crazy thing is he even bought it for you!

Besides, I think he's both a small and big spoon: indeed, sometimes he just wants to be held by you (when it happens, it's very funny to see your position due to your height), other times he wants to wrap his arms around you

Goshiki T.

You two met when you showed up at Shiratorizawa's gym as a manager; when he saw you, he started blushing madly, because all he could think about was how adorable you were ("I-I'm G-G-Go... MY NAME IS GOSHIKI TSUTOMU, NICE TO MEET YOU!")

He's so protective of you! He knows very well how adorable you're and how you can appear naive due to your height: in fact, does someone insult you for your height? He'll come to your rescue by listing all the reasons why you're lovely. Is anyone hitting on you? He'll stand in front of you, scaring, or rather trying to scare, them

The best way to cheer him on during his games is to wear his team jersey: the boost of self-esteem he'll receive thanks to your action will be enormous!

In fact, he loves, loves seeing you wear his clothes: they fit huge on you and make you really cute; he would really like to show the whole world how beautiful you look when you've on them

Moreover, if you hug him from behind, he dies of embarrassment because he feels your face against his lower back and your little arms wrapped around him

Miya A.

He also loves to tease you in a playful way: his favorite actions are not bending over when you want to kiss him (so you've either to jump or to "climb" on him), messing up your hair and calling you "shorty"

When you get pouty due to his teasing, he can't help but smile and coo at you because he thinks you're very adorable (his mind only thinks this: awwww, (Y/N) is pouting, she's so, so, so, so, so, so lovely!); if he made you very angry, he would stop immediately and give you an awkward kiss on your cheek (that's his way of apologizing)

If someone makes his same teasing about you, though, he'll make everyone apologize: do you know how he scolded the girls who disturbed his first serve during the match against Karasuno? Here, he'll treat them like that

He loves bragging about you two to his brother (he often gets slapped or objects thrown at his head because of it): "Samu, look how cute my little girl is!" "Don't flaunt my photos around, Tsumu!" "Get out of my way, Atsumu!"

He likes a lot giving you kisses on the forehead, even if he has to bend down quite a bit to do so

💮 Rules 💮 Masterlist 💮

[lemotmo]

Ask box opened! I wanted to copy the question because I think it's a good indicator as to a lot of that fandoms thinking but it was way too long. Basically they were asking about chemistry differences between O/L and O/R. And what the show wants being different from what Oliver and Ryan want. Anyway, enjoy!

A. Hello anon, haha I know, we will see how long I last with it open. There were several parts to your question so I will try to hit everything but forgive me if I don't. First of all the show already tried less Buddie and it backfired spectacularly on them. The beginning of season 6 was very minimal for Buddie scenes, by far the fewest they've had. And the audience hated it. Complained loudly and often about it. It's what I mean when I say they are an audience favorite. That's not an exaggeration. The audience complained after every single episode. The ratings went down. They're a real thing. They have many, many fans that are not part of Tumblr/Twitter fandom. Less Buddie is not an option for the show and the show knows that. Tim definitely knows that. It's why he doubled down on them this season. It's why ABC used them as basically the entire marketing campaign for the entire season and every episode. And look at the results. 911 is the network's number one show. 911 is number one in their timeslot against every other network. Those are unarguable facts. Kristen was well aware of all of this as well, btw, but she's an incompetent brat who used separating them as part of her temper tantrum throwing that was season 6 as a whole. And why she absolutely should no longer have a job anywhere near the show. She purposely hurt the show by actively going against what she knew the audience wanted. Knowing it would hurt the show and doing it anyway should have absolutely gotten her fired (sorry for my mini rant, lol, but I hate her).

I don't know anyone who is saying they hate Lou because he doesn't have the same chemistry with Oliver that Ryan does. That's not what people are saying. Chemistry is tricky. It's either there or it's not. Yes, sometimes when it doesn't exist naturally it can be manufactured, but that's difficult to do, and, no offense to you, Lou's not a good enough actor to pull off manufactured chemistry (it's fine he admitted himself action is his preferred thing). And frankly the show isn't invested in Tommy enough to help him learn how to do it. But what's insane is that somewhere along the way anyone pointing out that their chemistry is off a bit somehow meant you all had the right to blame Ryan for that. That Ryan, along with Oliver were somehow sabotaging Lou. Listen when I say, there are several voices, loud voices in your fandom you all have got to stop taking direction from. The nonsense of going from ask box to ask box pointing out that Oliver and Ryan had a falling out at one point was childish. Yes, Ryan said a stupid, hurtful, ignorant thing and was, rightly, called out for it. But he publicly owned the mistake. He worked on himself, got out of a particular relationship, and seems to be a better person for it. That's called human growth. It's what you should want someone to do. He and Oliver made up. They're friends. They don't owe you an apology or explanation for that. Also, sorry to point this out, but Oliver basically has the man tattooed on his body (gunshot arc crawling rescue). They're close. Get over it. Oliver and Lou aren't required to be friends. It's fine. You don't need to belittle other friendships to make you feel better about that.

Asking if Oliver and Ryan have maybe backed the show into a corner they don't appreciate is I think deliberately naive. Yes I think by now it's pretty obvious what direction they think things should be going. And yes, I think their natural chemistry adds to the scenes, but scripts come with stage directions. They're told how close to stand. They're told what the mood of the scene should be. Now I do think Oliver and Ryan probably add their own spin on certain things, but not enough to change whatever the meaning of the scene is intended to be. For instance I think the thumb to the neck with the gentle rub is one hundred percent an Oliver and Ryan addition. It's been in too many scenes now, and no way in hell is a writer like Kristen capable of coming up with a touch like that, and working it into her scripts. So I think that's their thing. But again it doesn't change a scene overall, it's just their addition to the scene. The show knows what it's doing. If the way Oliver and Ryan were acting was not what they wanted they wouldn't use the scene. They would make them redo it in a different way. It's that simple. And the show is definitely not showing signs of doubling down on Tommy. I have no idea where you all are getting this. If the show meant for the audience to root for Tommy as far as Buck goes, they would not have released that deleted scene. That clip did Tommy zero favors. And your fandoms reaction to that clip proves how poorly he came across in it. You all just can't decide who to blame for it. My favorite are the ones blaming Aisha. I mean there's twisting yourself into knots to not acknowledge the writing meant for it to come across as a bad look, and then there's whatever the hell you have to do to arrive at it's Aisha's fault. I'm going to say something and I genuinely don't want it to come across as mean because I never want to purposely hurt anyone's feelings. The reality is if Buddie goes canon 95% of your fandom will become, or revert back to, Buddie shippers. That's the basic truth. The chemistry is there. The history is there. The two actors the show cares about are there. The majority of their audience is there. The hard-line remaining 5% are the hardcore Lou shippers, and, again not to sound mean, the show doesn't care about that 5%. The true numbers size of your fandom, when you take out repeat comments from the same blogs and duplicate accounts from the same people, seems to be in the mid thousands. That is tiny. That's not even enough to move a neilson rating. It just feels bigger on here because you're all on Tumblr, but many of you have admitted that you run multiple accounts so even mid thousands may be too generous a guestimation. And the majority of the fandom would be soft shippers, meaning they'll follow the relationship that is canon. The hard liners are Lou shippers and the show doesn't care about Lou shippers. I'm sorry anon but unless the show does something in CANON to show a shift somewhere Tommy is a plot point. I'm not going to pretend he's anything else.

Well...

I have just one thing to add here:

Thank you for putting this in my ask box Nonny. It's appreciated!

Remember, no hate in comments or reblogs. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of the anonymous OP’s posts, you can find all of their posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I did it! It turned out delicious and I managed to get really good pictures with my Leona merch, the meat cake and suculenta, I’m so happy that it all went well! While I was singing happy birthday to him I could clearly hear Leona’s voice in my head complaining that I’m too loud haha. The Leona’s birthday saga comes to an end! (It had enough plot to become a twisted event), and his new card looks stunning, I had a heart attack

The saga: [ Cake I / Cake II / Flowers / Baking ]

Yaaay, glad it went well! I’m sure he at least appreciated the meat (he had to sit through the singing before he could dig in www).

Related, here’s a picture from my own L*ona birthday celebration:

The buns have shiitake mushrooms (ie Fake/Substitute Meat) and cucumbers (a vegetable… which L*ona hates) 😂 And that acrylic is the only solo official L*ona merch I own (shoutout to the friend who gifted it to me against my will 💀). Sorry to do this to you, but I care about your health, L*ona-san…

And now, let’s talk about the Groovy!

I already shared my general thoughts on his Platinum Jacket Groovy in this post, but I can expand! It’s the kind of illustration I think Leona fans would like b-but I wouldn’t know, because I’m NOT one 😤. He’s giving off a very confident air, with his arms crossed accentuating his slim waist and the positioning of his hair and tail implying he is aggressively turning as he’s sneering at his target. It has this… indescribable elegance to it. There is no big sweeping, grand movement or flashy pose. Just a natural lazy charm to how he holds himself, a subtlety that’s difficult to replicate.

I think the best part is definitely his eyes. They always have this glow-in-the-dark quality about them that really shines when paired with dim lighting like what is shown in the museum. You’ll notice that the eyes also are not entirely symmetrical; the right is slightly more narrowed and that adds to his unhinged look.

… And I’m sure some of y’all are also appreciating the teeth (how Trey of you). It’s rare to see Leona smile this wide in cards. He’s usually smirking and not baring his fangs like he is here. In that sense, this is a novel look for him.

The composition implies Leona is directing his ire at the happy family in the painting, but my brain went somewhere completely different and thought he was looking at someone on the floor????? Like, at his feet???? Like bowing or kneeling to him, begging for mercy or something 😭 SORRy, IDk WHY i DEFAuLTED TO THAT…

But yeah!! Good food for Leona stans ^^

[xoxoluka]

hey! can i put in a request about long distance friends (maybe theres a lil summin going on but who knows?) reader and schlatt?

just have an idea of reader living in brighton or something and schlatt comes to visit...

sorry for the wait anon, pls enjoy!

jschlatt x reader

summary: schlatt has a crush on you, but you live in an entirely different country. he’ll find a way to make it work.

warnings: uhhhh

a/n: i got this request in a group of other notifications while i was at prom, i almost didn’t notice it :p also idk how school works in the uk sooo lmao

"listen, jay, we can meet up as soon as this semester ends, alright?" you say, trying to compromise with him. "as soon as I get back, I'll hop on a flight to Austin."

It's not like you wanted to put such a big wedge between the two of you, but you had gotten such a big offer from University of Brighton (full ride, you couldn't turn that down) towards your Art and Design degree, that there was absolutely no way you were going anywhere in the US. You lived in New York originally, you and Schlatt grew up together. It was weird being so far away from him.

"you can't just come now? take a week off or something?" he groaned.

"you know I can't," you sigh, sitting down on the bed in your dorm. "it's may. i'll be there in a few weeks, the term isn't much longer."

it was always odd having this conversation with him. something never felt right. you understood wanting to see him as a friend, but you always wanted to see him more than that. you chalked it up to being so close, but you knew in some small part of your mind that it wasn't the reason.

"alright, fine. but you're coming straight here when you're done."

"deal."

~

schlatt nearly lost an arm and a fucking leg trying to get here. first, the airport in Texas wasn't accepting his passport, then there was an issue with his luggage, and he almost missed his flight. and if that wasn't enough, he couldn't find the correct exit in the airport in Brighton, and there were no taxis available, making him stand there and wait for 45 minutes. thankfully, you had told him the time of your graduation in a phone call a few nights ago when you were complaining about how late it was.

he finally made it to the college after his many issues, and was just in time to watch you walk the stage.

"Y/N L/N, graduating with honors and a bachelor's degree in Art and Design." The crowd clapped as you stepped up on stage, from your seat down on the floor, taking the diploma and shaking the hands of the many people on stage. on your way back down, you think you pot a familiar face, but psych yourself out of the thoughts before you think about it too hard.

the ceremony ends a while after, and the crowd and graduates are dismissed. you planned on just going back to your dorm to pack, taking your cap off and holding it and your diploma under your arm as you walk, staring down at your phone.

"leaving without me?" you hear from behind you, making you perk up and whip around, seeing your favorite person standing behind you.

"oh my god!" you exclaim, jumping into his arms excitedly. tears of joy brim your eyes, laughing as he hugged you back.

you stayed like that for a good minute or so before he put you down and you separated.

"when did you get here?" you ask through laughs, wiping your eyes.

"just a while ago, made it right on time." he answers.

"jesus christ, i love you." you say before even realizing your mistake, and it took you a moment to register his silence.

you look up at him once you realized, a look of terror and guilt on your face. he looks serious, making you question if you had just blown it all. you hadn't even planned on telling him at all.

thankfully, he breaks and laughs, pulling you into a hug again. "love you too, toots."

you let out a breath of relief and laugh, holding him as tight as you can. "you came at the perfect time, I need someone to help me pack."

schlatt playfully groans in response to that, but looks down at you. "i guess i'll help you."

a/n: i crave the schlanket can someone buy me one

© property of xoxoluka. do not repost.

[jagibee]

Call Me Luna

(Stray Kids x Reader)

Chapter 2

2,355 Words

A/N: Y’all have no idea how hard I fought for my life against Tumblr to post this. Hope you guys enjoy, lmk what you think!💞

…

Honestly, you had never intended to sign on for a job with a big company, especially one that was just starting out with an omegan caretaker program. It was just easier to settle down with a nice rich pack where your clients already had cooks and cleaners and you mostly just had to listen to the members complain about each other and settle minor disputes. That was how the last pack you worked for operated.

But, you applied anyway. You were a fan of several of the bands and it was no big deal if they rejected you, which was pretty likely. If they only had one caretaker per band and a couple hundred truly qualified candidates, the odds weren’t 100% in your favor, especially because you didn’t grow up in Korea. Still, it would be an interesting story to tell people.

Even if there was a 99.99% chance they were rejecting you, it still took you some time to muster up the courage to open the email from JYPE.

When you finally managed to do so, you were sitting in your bed with your laptop in front of you. Just in case you took the news worse than you thought, you opened up a tab for how to start a new life.

Nothing bad was going to happen, you reminded yourself, the email either says yes or no, they aren’t going to come beat you up if they reject you.

Sucking in a deep breath and closing your eyes, you clicked on the email. Giving yourself a few seconds to enjoy this moment before your heart broke just a little, you finally opened your eyes.

“Dear Ms. L/N Y/N, we were quite impressed with your blah blah blah yada yada yada…” Glossing over all the formalities, your eyes skipped to the important part.

“After careful consideration, we’ve decided to accept you as an omegan caretaker for one of our bands.”

Wait.

Shit.

Shit.

What?

They wanted you as the omegan caretaker of one of their bands? Choosing not to trust your eyes, you read over that sentence five more times before collapsing backwards onto your bed, exhaling harshly.

You sat back up to read the rest of the email and see if they specified which band. Maybe it was a completely made up band just for a prank or something.

“Unfortunately we are not at liberty to tell you which band you will be working with just yet, for safety and privacy reasons. You will be told your assignment once you meet with us in person.”

Shit, you thought, I guess I’ve got to pack.

…

You weren’t sure whether it was better or worse they didn’t tell you which band you were assigned to.

For the entire duration of the flight, you were wondering which group it would be and what you knew about each one. You couldn’t think of anything else and you couldn’t go to sleep or anything, no matter what you tried. However, if you had known who it was, your mind would have done the same, only it would have been freaking out about certain members and what each person was like and what they needed from you.

Secondary gender dynamics were a bit of a controversial subject in the kpop industry. Some companies made their fans aware of their idols’ classification, even some talking about it freely in interviews.

However, JYPE kept most of that information private. Of course, there were guesses made by the fans, and sometimes stalkers who tried their best to uncover their bias’ secondary gender.

You didn’t want to make assumptions, but you did know that most groups had alphas as their leaders, a bit of an out-dated custom but as long as the group dynamic worked and everyone got along with each other, it was above your pay grade.

Also, something you would have to adapt to would be if you were assigned to a boy group or a girl group. The difference didn’t matter much to you personally, but in the industry, there were certain things you had to consider.

After a while of all this swirling around in your mind, even some of it getting jotted down in your Notes app, you were startled from your thoughts by the pilot’s voice, telling you that you would be landing soon.

Honestly, after that, you kind of forgot the rest, it all happened so fast.

You arrived at night and found a person with a sign reading your name. You walked up and introduced yourself. They had a car and you got in.

At some point, you had tried to get out information regarding the group you had been assigned to, but apparently “once you meet with us in person” did not extend to your driver.

You were taken to a nice hotel that had been paid for by the company and told to rest. There would be a meeting at the company in the morning.

Just like on the plane, you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep, so you took your time getting ready.

There was a huge shower and a nice tub, so you decided, ‘screw it, I’m doing both’.

You washed yourself with soap that highlighted your natural omega scent and when you dried off, you lotioned everywhere.

After taking a tentative sniff of the hotel body wash, you were glad you brought your own. Evidently, all the money that the hotel got from its rich guests didn’t go into shower products.

You washed your face until you had practically rubbed a layer of skin off and then spent far too long picking an outfit.

Despite the limited space in your suitcases, you finally managed to find one you deemed adequate.

Checking yourself over in the mirror, you couldn’t help a little shiver of excitement.

Holy shit they want me. Me! MEEEEEEE!!!

Unfortunately, the excitement quickly turned into anxiety.

Fuck, what if they don’t? What if they look at me and say “oh shit she was actually supposed to go into the ‘never ever ever pile’”? Or worse. They know it’s you and they’re expecting you to be amazing and then you’re going to somehow set the building on fire.

You flopped backwards onto the way-too-big-for-any-one-person bed and just decided to space out to some music.

While you weren’t actually in the music business, it was cool that your new job had led you somewhere more . . . music-adjacent.

After listening to one or two songs and washing away your thoughts, your alarm went off, telling you it was time to go down to the lobby where another car would be waiting for you.

It was a short drive to the company and for the most part, you had managed to keep your sanity in check. However, once you saw the signs outside the building, your heartbeat skyrocketed.

Is this meeting with the managers or just the band? Maybe it will just be with managers or a special team for organizing the caretakers. Would you get to meet the other caretakers? That could be fun, getting to share tips and exchanging stories about awful clients.

That thought calmed you partially, but most of your brain was consumed with just one concern: god, I hope the band likes me.

You were ushered through the door and a pretty beta who introduced herself as Jisu took you to an elevator and up to the conference room where your meeting would take place.

They had given you a pastel yellow lanyard that said ‘CARETAKER’ and when you looked around the room, you could see that most of the people in the room had one as well.

After telling you to sit anywhere, Jisu left the room, presumably to greet and guide someone else.

You smiled at the people in the room, there were three other caretakers sitting at a table and two people who stood up looking down at clipboards. All of the caretakers were omegas, along with one of the clipboard people, but the other was a beta. One of the caretakers, a dark-skinned woman who looked to be just a couple years older than you, smiled back kindly and you elected to sit next to her. Her scent was like sweet wild berries.

She leaned over and whispered, “So, first time in Korea?” You couldn’t place her accent, but you wanted to hear more of it.

You turned to her and nodded. “Yes, but I’ve studied the language and culture so hopefully I’ll be able to adjust quickly.”

“Yes, but you can only learn so much without actually being here. It’s very different from my home,” she mused.

About to ask her where she was from, you were interrupted by Jisu escorting another person with a yellow badge into the room. Immediately after, a beta man in a suit came in with a bunch of files and sat down in the front of the room with his hands folded in front of him.

“Greetings, I am Park Kwang-sun and I will be overseeing all of the omegan caretaker operations. Today, we will train you on what the company expects from you as well as how to deal with any problems that will arise. Mostly, we will focus on what you can do in public and on camera versus what you can do in private. We should end at around lunchtime and then, after a break, you will receive the assignments regarding which band you will be tending to.”

You could feel the air go a little sharper, with every caretaker in the room anticipating which client they will get.

Kwang-sun continued on. “After that, you will meet with one of the managers of that band to discuss specifics and then the cars will take you back.”

Okay. Okay, no actual meeting the band today. That was fine. That way you could study up on the members and decide the best way to interact with them.

You settled in for a couple hours of watching a slideshow, telling you mostly that you couldn’t curse, reveal private information, or do anything inappropriate on camera or in public. It was a bit obvious and therefore a bit boring, but seeing a serious, professional man in a suit and perfect haircut stand with a slide behind him displaying every curse word you could think of, in English and Korean, did bring you some amusement.

Kwang-sun explained that since they were just starting out with an omegan caretaker program, along with the rest of the kpop industry, your role could be negotiated into what you felt was best for the band. If you just wanted to take care of them in private, or if you wanted to be with them 100% of the time, you could bring that up with the band and their managers and they would figure out the best way to adapt.

When it was time for break, they brought up meals from the cafeteria that were actually pretty good and you got to know a little about the other caretakers.

The dark-skinned woman was named Saira and she was born in India but studied in Paris. There was another woman, lighter-skinned but with striking purple lipstick named Millie, who was born and studied in London. The curly-haired man sitting next to Millie introduced himself as Justin, and he was from Cairo. The man who came in after you said his name was Jae and he was from Busan but studied in New York.

The company must have been serious about finding the best people for the job since these people came from all over. You felt slightly intimidated and definitely under qualified.

You were evidently the youngest there, then Justin, Millie, Saira, and finally Jae, though you and Jae were only a couple years apart.

You learned that Millie had always wanted to be a caretaker, inspired by the one that her pack had when she was young. Jae was originally planning to become a doctor and had even completed a year of pre-med, but decided to focus more on mental health. After growing up in a pack mostly made up of omegas, Saira studied pack dynamics with a focus on alphas in order to round out what she didn’t know from her own experience. Justin had been a mechanic and had planned on going to law school before he signed up for a part-time caretaker initiation program with his friend and discovered his calling.

It was nice to learn about the other caretakers and their experiences, but your thoughts were mostly occupied with which group you would be assigned to.

After seemingly ages, Kwang-sun came back with five files under his arm. Checking the names, he handed one out to each of you.

Huh. It looked so plain for something that was going to change your life. Just a manila folder with your name in black, bolded ink. You looked around to your fellow caretakers. No one had looked inside their files yet, awaiting instructions to do so. However, Jae and Saira, as the oldest, seemed to be much more composed than Justin and Millie who each had wide eyes mirroring your own.

Back at the front of the room, Kwang-sun had grabbed a clipboard from one of the two others in the room, neither of them had said anything for the entire time so you really didn’t know what they were here for.

Kwang-sun looked up with a smile. “Now, for what I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for. Here are your assignments: Jae you will be working with TWICE.”

A silent nod was all the acknowledgement Jae gave.

“Saira, you will be working with NMIXX.”

In response, she gave a thoughtful “hmm” but nothing more.

“Millie, you will be working with Xdinary Heroes.”

Her jaw dropped slightly but she took a deep breath and nodded like Jae.

“Justin, you will be working with ITZY.”

He let out a sharp exhale that sounded a bit like a laugh.

“And Y/N, you will be working with Stray Kids.”

You felt ice and fire fighting in your veins.

What?

[loveforneteyam]

❝i heart you❞ ( jake sully )

summary: jake suli brought many traditions from earth, including one he calls "valentine's day". pairing: jake sully x navi!reader wordcount: 1.4k contains: just short and sweet :) notes: i wanted to post a quick little thing for valentine's day and why not for my fav?? i apologize if this is a bit late, hope you enjoy! and i love spelling "sully" like "suli", idk why blah

masterlist

If there was one thing about the dream walker, it was that he was a complete marvel to the entire Omaticaya clan. Even his scent was foreign--like metal and strange chemicals. Your people were both fascinated and disgusted by him.

You were the only daughter of your family, so there was a heavy expectation on you to find a mate. Before doing so, however, you would train to become a healer. Under the tsahik's guide, you studied the will of the Great Mother and the way of the forest. You were regarded as so intelligent and skilled that it wasn't surprising when you were chosen to train Jake Suli instead of your best friend, Neytiri.

It wasn't like she wanted the job anyway.

At first, you acted with complete bias. You knew the Sky People to be destructive and ignorant of any culture but their own. Why would this alien be any different? You hardly felt guilty to admit that it was amusing to watch him stumble and lose his balance in the trees. But over time, you felt the strings in your heart play a different way.

His hands and feet grew tougher, his legs and arms became stronger, and his eyes opened to more than just the physical elements of your world. Jake Suli was learning to see.

As he learned more of you culture, you began to learn more of his. While he struggled to learn the Navi alphabet and pronunciations, he also managed to teach you more English than you had previously learned. "This is right up my alley," he said the first day you showed him a bow and arrow.

You cocked your head. "What does that one mean?"

Jake, who thought your cluelessness was adorable, chuckled. "It means, uh," he laughed at himself. He must've sounded stupid compared to your wise words. "It means I'm good at this sort of stuff."

There were other moments where the English language was unnecessarily confusing. "If it is pronounced like 'kernel'," you pondered to yourself. English was even more illegible when it was in Jake's messy handwriting. "Then why is it spelled with an 'l'?"

He had been teaching you the names of the humans who worked back at the RDA. You knew Grace Augustine well, you thought Norm was a funny name for a person, and you refused to accept that the word 'colonel' was pronounced so strangely. Jake deeply chuckled, "I'm not sure why, honey."

You also misunderstood his seemingly unnoticeable pet names for you. Honey, as you had learned, was a sweet food for humans back on Earth; you thought it strange that Jake would call you it, although you never complained...

──

There were very few days where you were not instructed to train Jake. Instead, he would follow you through your training to be a healer. He would often watch as you read the many scriptures written throughout the years, your fingers delicately tracing the writing. Sometimes, you would read it out loud to him and his ears would gently twitch at the sound of your voice.

It was winter in Pandora, which hardly seemed any different from the other seasons to Jake. The sun was still warm on his skin, the plant-life still flourished. You were already studying in your tent in the morning, wondering why Jake had still not arrived.

Mo'at, who had come to recognize Jake's admiration for you (and your admiration for him), examined you as you completed your small, morning tasks. "Where is Jake?" You asked politely, searching for him. "I have not see him yet."

You didn't see her slightly smirk. She knew what it was like for someone to anxiously await their lover, even though you would never call him that. "It is early in the morning, child," Mo'at noted. She watched your shoulders slump as an idea popped into her mind. "Wait for him, he will arrive soon."

For what felt like hours, you continued to wait for the dream walker. Mo'at was amused at your impatient behavior, how you'd frantically stand up every few minutes and check outside to see if he was there.

"It is very rude to keep someone waiting," you said to Mo'at as you sliced through a handful of herbs and leaves.

Mo'at smirked again behind her book. "Oh, yes, very rude."

Finally, Jake's figure appeared with the morning sun behind him. He had a childish smile, the braids in his hair completely disheveled, and he was holding a small basket from when you'd taught him to weave. He cleared his throat, "Tsahik, (y/n), oel ngati kameie."

You and Mo'at collectively greeted him back. Jake took a seat across from you, setting the basket down next to him. "What're you working on today?"

You ignored his curiosity and began to harshly slice the leaves, leaving small marks on the wooden cutting board. "You took a very long time," You didn't look at him, but if you had, you would've been met with wide, fascinated eyes. "Where were you?"

Jake chuckled and pulled the cutting board away from you, your knife nearly coming down to meet his thumb. You looked at him furiously with wide eyes, but he only warmly smiled. He replaced the board with the basket. "I figured you're always teaching me about this," he motioned to the forest around him. "Why can't I teach you something about my home?"

You were intrigued but refused to show it. "Your home?"

"Yeah," he smiled. Jake enjoyed seeing you try to hide your excitement. "Here," he opened the basket and pulled out several pieces of red paper and a small canister of paint with a brush. "In my home, we have something called Valentine's Day."

You repeated the word silently to see how it felt coming off of your lips.

"It's a little holiday, nothing crazy." Jake handed you a piece of paper. You cautiously watched him fold his piece in half, unsure of whatever he could be doing. "It's supposed to be, you know...about love and whatever."

You always found it enjoyable how Jake could never explain something very well. He often stumbled over his words, like the thought was in his head but came out his mouth in a different way. "Fold yours like mine." You did so and pressed the paper so there was a crease down the middle. "Now, watch what I'm drawing."

He took the brush and dipped it into the paint canister, gently tapping it against the sides so any excess dripped off the bristles. He swung the brush over the paper with a slick curve. Jake was surprisingly smooth with the brush. "Your turn."

Jake handed you the brush. You mimicked him, dipping it into the paint and tapping off any loose drops. You tried to copy the shape he had painted onto his paper, except your lines were slightly more jagged. "Good!" He smiled, a hint of pride in his voice. "Then we take this," he grabbed a small blade from the basket. "And follow the shape."

He retraced the shape on his paper with the blade so it sliced the paper clean. He then unfolded his paper. "And you have a heart."

You cocked your eyebrow and eagerly grabbed the blade from his hand, cutting over your shape and removing the remnants of the paper. "This is a heart? It looks nothing like one."

"Well, it's not like the heart in here," his fingers gently touched your chest where your heart sat. He laughed, "It's different, I know. I guess this type of heart is prettier."

You looked at your paper heart inquisitively. You did like how simple it was...you would even say it was cute. "What is the point of this?"

Jake smacked his lips, "Uh, well..." He was at a loss. "I guess there's no real point to it. It's just supposed to be for love."

"What do you do with it?"

"Well, you can do almost anything with it. Throw it in the garbage if you really wanted to," he looked down at his paper heart, tracing the soft edges with his thumb and smoothing out the crease that ran down the middle of the paper. "I think you're supposed to give it to someone."

"Why?"

Jake shrugged, gently smiling at how you already began to fold another piece of paper and reach for the paintbrush. "To show love." You started to draw out the shape of the heart again on half of you paper before you noticed Jake holding his heart out to you.

The corners of your lips softly grew upwards, a pink hue falling on your cheeks.

[mischiefmaker615]

Ghost (Loki Love Story) Ch. 19

Note: Out of context (ish) photo but i'm not complaining LOL

“L-Loki-‘’ you stammer, scooting up the bed as you raised yourself to your elbows, watching the god stand steady at the foot of the bed.

Loki’s eyes were still blow, smelled lightly of booze and his balance could shift every now and again if you were paying attention; but nothing on this earth could rip him away from this moment. “I’ve been patient darling, truly. But you have teased me for far to long, and tonight I have tasted you. Denying me is nearly impossible from where we find ourselves now..’’

He breathed and raised a hand to loosen his tie. Could he magic it away? Sure. But by the way her eyes followed his hands, he knew she wanted to watch- whether she admitted it or not.

‘’Loki we.. we were drunk-‘’

‘’you are not nearly as intoxicated as I am darling. Which is why tonight I will be gentle and focus on you and you alone.’’ He spoke firmly, already removing his jacket from his shoulders before he began rolling his sleeves up his forearms- his eyes running up from your heels, to where your chest rose and fell while your eyes looked around for any solution.

Kind of.

‘’we s-should-‘’

‘’wait until we’re sober? That just shows you are wanting this one way or another.’’ He whispered, leaning down as he rested with one knee on the bed, his weight following on one of his hands against the mattress while the other reached and took hold of your ankle. ‘’I want you to tell me to stop darling, if that is what you want.’’ He said slowly, his eye contact holding yours while he slid you closer to him by your ankle.

Your eyes were wide, head a little woozy from your own share of booze and pressure between your legs since your kiss during the dance. You feel your heart racing, your mind trying to find of any reason why you would stop this.

There was none.

By your silence, Loki kept his movements slow, ready to stop if you so much as breathed the word. His slender fingers worked at the strap of your shoe, a hand supporting your ankle while his other slid the heeled shoe off your dainty feet. Leaning down, he held your eye contact while he placed a feather kiss against your ankle before his hand set it down and took hold of the other, repeating the action.

As much as you felt your cheeks redden, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. As if you were in a trance of some sort while you watched him now bring himself onto the bed, crawling slowly towards you with his chest straining the buttons of his shirt and his buckle calling out your name to undo it.

‘’like what you see pet?”

The new nickname had your breath hitch as your eyes flicked up to his, seeing how he now raised himself to kneel before you, a knee on either side of your thighs while his hands raised to the top of his shirt. Your eyes stayed on his fingers as one by one, he undid his buttons while more and more of his toned chest revealed itself, down to his abs. your eyes traveled back up as he removed the shirt entirely, his shoulders sculpted and somehow making your mouth water before you pulled your eyes away.

You’ve seen him before, but why did this feel different? Everything looks more beautiful.. sensitive and your fingers gripped the sheets below you tightly as a wave to want to touch washed over you.

‘’relax darling, breath and let me take care of you..’’ he whispered, his eyes having softened as he enjoyed your shy responses before you felt light pressure at your chest.

As soon as you moved your eyes down as to why, a ripe was heard and saw him tear your dress open right down the middle. A gasp left your lips, the new temperature hitting your skin as your chest straining in your black bra while his eyes traveled down to your matching lace panties.

‘’your first day.. finally able to dress yourself.. and you choose these darling.. it was almost as if you were begging for my attention..’’ he smirked, his hands on either side of you as while his body hovered above yours.

His eyes held yours for a moment, how you blushed and bit your lip nervously but made no move to stop him. with shaky hands, you rose them up and ran them over his strong shoulders, feeling how smooth and cold his skin was.

His eyes closed, exhaling a held breath as he took in the sensation of your touch. Your hands felt the muscles of his back, as much as you could reach before moving them over his shoulders again and down his chest, your eyes following your fingertips as the pressure between your legs built. He was perfect.. sculpted practically by angels and smelled heavenly of pine and masculinity.

As your eyes moved back up to his, you sat up on your elbows to bring your nose up to brush against his. He looked at you through his half-lidded eyes, his breath gently stroking your skin before he leaned down and captured your lips.

You let yourself moan in his mouth, pushing your head up a bit more as you could to deepen the kiss while he licked at your bottom lip for entrance. This kiss seemed different- more confident, loving and at the same time demanding as you gave him what he wanted. His tongue instantly took over yours, rubbing and exploring before he drew back slowly, leaving you both panting as your body shivered in anticipation.

‘’relax darling.. I’ve got you..’’ he whispered softly, earning a small nod of trust from him as he moved his body a bit lower. Flashing a small mischievous smile, he dipped his head down and kissed your cleavage, humming against your globes as he buried his face in your clothed breasts before his lips traveled lower.

Your skin was so soft against him, delicate and everything he imaged and longed for.. and more. But he was going to leave you wanting. He needed to leave some urge after tonight, which is why despite how his body screamed to ravage you, he left your chest alone and clothed. He left no room for you to complain though, hovering just above your sacred area while he slowly dragged his finger tips lightly against the outer part of your thighs.

‘’you’ll be crawling to me in no time darling.. but who am I to leave you to suffer.. I will give you this as a thank you..’’ his lips murmured against your skin, leaving open mouth kisses to the inner part of your thighs that shook on either side of his head.

‘’t-thank you for what?” you stuttered, your mind losing itself to his touch as you sat back and fluttered your eyes closed.

‘’for choosing me.’’ He whispered and as your lips parted to reply, he flicked his tongue out and instantly found your clit through your panties.

You flinched a little with a gasp, being hyper sensitive by pretty much the foreplay all night, you wanted to shut your legs but he kept his firm hands at your thighs to keep them apart. Practically hearing his smirk, he began stroking the tip of his nose against your clit through your panties, rubbing and nudging that began to build up pressure in your pelvis.

‘’L-Loki..’’ you breathed, your eyes squeezed shut as you bit your bottom lip, fingers squeezing at the sheets as you shifted and twitched before you felt his fingers curl at your hips, feeling how he gripped your panties.

‘’I know darling I know.. I’ll take care of you..’’ he cooed, seeing how needy you squirmed as he slowly pulled your panties off and tossed them aside.

You could hear his moan clear as day as you squeezed your eyes shut, shyness mixed with desperate pleasure battling it out as you could feel his breath gently hitting your cunt. The way his fingers curling against your skin and how his body tensed showed obvious restraint on himself or else there was no doubt of him diving right in like an animal.

A beast.

With patience from the gods, Loki dipped his head down and ran his tongue flat against your cunt, a low hum leaving his lips and the sweet and salty taste before he went in for more. A gasp left your lips while your back arched, feeling his tongue lap at you while his fingers spread your folds to focus on what matters most. Your fingers white knuckled the sheets below you, feeling the building pressure get more and more intense.

you could feel Loki move his lips to your clit, suckling at the swollen bud while now and against flicking his tongue against it that would have you jerk and tighten your thighs around his head. He smirked against you, drinking every reaction he pulled from you eagerly as he enjoyed the taste you gave him. he could hear you beginning to pant, a hand moving desperately to grasp his hair and you tangled your fingers into it.

A low growl left his lips at the mild grip, sending vibrations through you and against your clit that had you squirming against him. he held you with little effort- there was nothing that could tear him away. He then moved a little lower before he suddenly began to plunge his tongue into your center, tongue fucking you until you had both your hands now in his hair, panting and moaning his name while your head thrashed side to side.

‘’Lokiiii..’’ you moan out, grasping his hair to keep his head there, not at all wanting him to stop and he had the same intentions as his movements quickened.

The way his hands caressed your thighs was enough to tell you he was encouraging you to cum, there he didn’t plan to stop, that he loved this. You withered and felt him raise his head a little to attack your clit again, stroking and sucking before he suddenly slipped a single digit in up to his knuckle.

That single movement that rubbed against your special spot was enough before you fell off that sweet cliff of pleasure. Your walls fluttered and milked his finger with a vise grip, your thighs gripping his head while your back arched and you practically screamed his name. you had a death grip on him to keep him there, your body pulsing and throbbing as his finger slid in and out slowly while his tongue lapped your clit in slow strokes, helping you down from your high as you panted and your body slowly released him as he slowed to a stop.

Raising his head finally, still having a bit of your essence on his nose, chin and lips, he panted while grinning like a school boy. You didn’t even have enough strength to prop yourself up as your eyes closed and your head fell back to the pillow. You felt the mattress shift around before you fluttered your eyes open to see Loki hovering above you, panting with the same grip as the bulge in his pants pressed down against your pelvis- splitting your attention.

‘’that.. was amazing darling..’’ he breathed, a hand moving up to caress your cheek and you turned to let him cradle your cheek while you smiled.

‘’I wonder how exactly did you earn your title, Silver Tongue.’’ You lightly tease, causing him to chuckle before he moved his hand back to the side of your shoulder to better support his weight.

‘’you are absolutely incredible darling..’’ he whispered, surprising you with no follow up come back as you noticed his arms beginning to shake ever so slightly.

‘’Loki.. are you alright?” you asked quietly, hands moving to grip his shoulders before his eyes began to flutter.

‘’never better darling.. ready for round t-‘’ his words were cut off, his body having half fallen onto yours as a leg seemed to hold on of yours down, his body holding one half of yours to the mattress and his face buried at the crook of your neck- arm stretched over your body with his fingers curled gently in your wing.

Pinned.

‘’..Loki?” you whispered, trying to move him off of you but his weight was incredibly.. there. Your body shivered, how his fingers curled ever so slightly into your feathers, almost feeling overly sensitive as if he were caressing your.. well.. you know.

“Loki?”

No answer. In fact, you heard the gentle breathing that indicated you were asleep. With a small sigh, you knew he wasn’t going to get off you any time soon. It was just hard to convince yourself to sleep as well when now and again his cock would twitch- that rested right between your legs with the worlds thinnest pants ever and the buckle pressing into your stomach. It wasn’t.. uncomfortable.. but he was most likely going to get more sleep than you were as you shut your eyes with your remaining blush..

And fell asleep.

Tag List: @violethaze @fire-in-her-veinz

[samoankpoper21]

Drunken Confession - Kento Nanami

!!!!TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!! ATTEMPTED S/A, GASLIGHTING

Content warnings: attempted s/a, alcohol, cussing, slight self deprecation

A/N: I have way too many family and friends who are victims of S/A so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SPEAK UP AND KNOW THAT WE ARE ON YOUR SIDE!! If you are not yet comfortable with speaking about it to your close friends and family I have listed the hotline here: 1-800-656-4673

Word count: 3208

Having to navigate the world as a plus size woman was hard enough but you were surprised to find yourself standing in your supervisor's office on the hottest day of the week. It was a blazing 107°F, the AC in the office decided to give out today of all days. You were wearing a light white cardigan, pink floral sweetheart neckline cami, and a black mid length pencil skirt. You opted to take off the cardigan as the shift progressed due to the heat. You couldn't read Nanami's face or expressions. "Miss L/N."

"Yes Mr. Kento?"

"This may seem a bit rude to ask so I'll give it to you straight: do you have another shirt on you? For yourself?"

"Pardon?"

"It's just the company policy-"

"I know the company dress code Mr. Kento and I believe that I am well within my rights regarding the way I am dressed."

"You're absolutely right Miss L/N however there have been some...complaints." You could feel your anger rising, your fists balled at your sides. Of course there were complaints. No one wants to see flabby skin. You took a deep breath and shakily asked, "What about Jessica? Did anyone complain about her?"

"Yes, I will talk to her as soon as you and I are done." You sighed and wanted to cry out of frustration. It's not your fault entirely for your size. You couldn't help how your 46D breasts were threatening to spill over. Blame it on genetics, social factors, etc but you could confidently say you loved the skin you were in. You turned on your heel to exit Nanami's office when you felt a cool, lightweight baby blue shirt slip over your shoulders. "Mr. Kento?"

"You said you didn't have any extra clothes." You could feel the blush rapidly spreading across your face, engulfing your body. "N-no it's quite alright. I can just wear my cardigan." He continued staring down at you and it took a moment for you to grasp the height difference between you and Nanami: he stood at 6', 1" while you were 5', 2"...and he was standing way too close. I hope he can't hear how fast my heart is beating. You cleared your throat and Nanami swiftly took a step back. "Um, would you like me to send Jessica in?"

"No, it's quite alright. I'll send for her myself." You quickly exited his office and rushed to your cubicle feeling your face burning. You could smell his cologne off of his shirt and it took everything in you not to bunch up his shirt and inhale. Gawd how you wanted to do that so bad. A clearing of a throat broke your reverie. You inwardly groaned to see Mahito. You couldn't put your finger on it but there was something off about him. "What'd the big boss say?"

Sighing, you answered, "He told me I had to cover up. That I'm 'distracting'."

"He wasn't lying." You could feel Mahito's gaze travel the length of your body tantalizingly slow, stopping at your breasts, making your skin crawl. His eyes met yours and he smirked. This bastard has no shame. "Are you ready for the company party this weekend?" He casually asks.

"Low key yeah. Can't wait to get all dressed up."

"I can't wait to see you all dressed up." An uncomfortable chuckle slipped past your lips. "Mahito, get back to work." Thank gawd! You looked up to see Nanami and was surprised to see a vein popping out of his forehead. Of course he's upset. Mahito is milking the clock, wasting company time standing there talking to you. Mahito chuckled, sauntering away. "You got it boss." You looked to see Nanami's veined hand balling into a fist. His hands are so hot. "Miss L/N."

"Yes!" your voice went up an octave and you wanted to die. You cleared your throat and ask, "What can I do for you?"

"I'm just here to remind you to submit those reports by the end of your shift."

"Of course."

"And, please button up your shirt." You stared down and a flush spread across your cheeks again. You wanted Nanami to keep staring but you knew better than to try and get his attention. He probably likes skinnier women. You sighed, swiveling your chair back to your computer and resumed clacking away at the reports at hand.

Friday came and the anticipation for the company party was evident; questions of what each person was wearing and what time they were going to be at the venue was thrown everywhere. You were thankful that the company decided to make the day in the office as a half day and the rest of the shift will be covered by the party, leaving you plenty of time to get ready. You made it home within 15 minutes, quickly hopped the shower, and shaved. You opted for light makeup, your black dress hugging your curves stopping right above your knees. You paired your look with strappy, chunky heels, your hair in a high ponytail. You got to the venue and could feel the excitement in the air. The company had reserved a banquet hall where the chandeliers were dripping, the rows of tables nestled against each other. "Y/N!" your favorite coworker and friend Misty screamed.

"Misty!"

"Umm ooookaaayyy go off then queen!"

"Ohmygosh Misty stop."

"I'm serious you look stunning."

"Thank you Misty. So do you."

"This dress is making your boobs look even more scrumptious." Misty mischievously noted.

"Misty," you hissed. "Are you drunk already?"

"I may or may not be the world will never know." You laughed and couldn't help but be grateful for this unhinged friend of yours. You both stood in line for food talking amongst yourselves and with everyone around you both. You could feel a pair of eyes on you and when you looked up, you saw Nanami across the room surrounded by the other higher ups with a glass of champagne in his hand. He lifted his glass towards you in acknowledgment and you shyly smiled, your head bending down a little. "Oouu Y/N, is it me or is Mr. Kento checking you out."

"Stop it Misty. You know he likes skinnier women."

"Who the fuck told you that lie?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm usually never wrong about these things but I have a feeling Mr. Kento likes his women..." Misty stopped and slowly looked you up and down continuing with, "thick." making sure to enunciate and prolong the word. You paused in your tracks. Does he like big women? Before you could ponder on the thought a moment longer you felt a hand around your waist pulling you closer. You looked up to see Mahito. "Mahito. Hi." Mahito leaned down and whispered, "You look beautiful tonight. I told you I wanted to see you dressed up." You offered an uncomfortable laugh trying to free yourself from his grasp. "Don't think I'll let you go that easily Y/N."

"I'll catch up with you later Mahito."

"It's a date then!" you quickly grabbed Misty's arm and pulled her to the first available table you saw. "There's something off about that guy."

"I know," Misty agreed. "Let's try to steer clear of him."

The party was set in motion after everyone settled down with their plates of food: the CEO gave a warm welcome along with the speech of the company; another higher up stepped forward gushing over the results that were produced this year and the goals for the following year. Nanami's supervisor came forward to commend a fantastic job well done to Nanami and his leadership, your guys' team being the top team in research, development, and sales. Finally the board of directors came forward with the final say. "Without further ado, let's all raise our glasses for a job well done for this year and the big plans we have for next year!" The room erupted into whoops and applause, the servers going around instantly refilling everyone's glass. You reveled in the sweet bubbly liquid that smoothly went down your throat. I could get used to this: champagne and bubbles.

You lost track of how many times your glass was refilled, the remaining constant factor was you being happy, bubbly. You somehow managed to take decent photos with your coworkers, reminding yourself to eat and drink water in between each glass. Somehow you found yourself alone in a corner with Mahito, not realizing that he was motioning for the server to keep refilling your glass. "Mahito," you say. "I don't think I can drink any more."

"Eh? But I've been the only one drinking."

"Liar," you pouted. "I-I may be a wittle buzzed right now but I KNOW you not shlurp shlurp." Mahito laughed before his thumb came and swiped across your cheek. "Cute." oblivious to the fact that Nanami across the room was trying to focus on his breathing, his fists clenched so hard that his knuckles were turning white, his veins protruding more profoundly. Nanami wanted nothing more than to be by your side instead of surrounded by all these men talking about gawd knows what. His body froze when he saw Mahito lead you out the venue, one of your arms tossed over his shoulder, his arm around your waist trying to steady you. He looked around noticing that everyone was practically drunk. "'Scuse me," he excused himself from the conversation and found that his feet - or was it his heart? - was quickly leading him towards you.

"Ma-Mahito?"

"Shh, we're almost there love."

"Wh-where are we going?"

"My car." your head quickly shot up but that proved to be too much for you, the dizziness quickly coming over you. "W-wait Mahito, please, let me...let me rest." You could sense the impatience in Mahito's demeanor as he leaned you up against the nearest wall but you couldn't decipher it in your drunken state. "You're really trying it Y/N."

"Wh-what? What are you talking about Mahito?"

"I see the way you dress, teasing all the men, me especially."

"Mahito, you must be mistaken. I would never-" you froze when you felt his hand on your thigh, slowly making its way up. He leaned towards you in a quiet tone continued. "You think I didn't notice? Hm? The way you look at me?"

"Mahito, please stop." You didn't want to cause a scene so you tried to push him away gently, his hand stopping underneath your dress. Your disorientated state was not helping. You were pleading for someone, anyone, to come out.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, ssshhh. I'm going to wipe that smug look off your face real soon."

"Mahito," you firmly commanded. "Stop! I'm serious!" His hand was inches away from your sex when you heard a low, "She told you to stop." You both looked to the left and relief flooded over your entire being at the sight of Nanami in his white suit, blue dress shirt. "Nanamiiiiiin," you smile, tears threatening to spill over. Nanami felt his dick twitch at the way you said his name. Now is not the time. He thought to himself. "Y/N," he held out his hand. "Come here." Without a second thought you rushed to his side crashing into him, enveloping him with a hug. With you still latched on, Nanami effortlessly unbuttoned his blazer and draped it over you. "Nanami, she's with me." Mahito grinned.

"She didn't even want to go with you-"

"Baka, baka, baaaaaaakaaaaaa bleeeeehhh." you tauntingly say to Mahito while sticking out your tongue. You swear you could see the vein in Mahito's forehead pop out but you didn't care; you were safe and warm. "Unfortunately Mr. Mahito, she has spoken. I will see you Monday. Have a good evening." Nanami escorted you out the venue towards his car. It wasn't until you both were on the freeway where the earlier events hit you: you began to shake, clutching at your chest suddenly finding it hard to breathe. Nanami swerved to the shoulder with his hazard lights on, turning up the heater. "Y/N, Y/N," he pleaded. "Y/N, look at me." You looked at him and could see how worried he was for you, one of his hands gently caressing your cheek, the other rubbing up and down your arm. "Focus on me. Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth." You found yourself mimicking the way he was breathing, your shaking slowly subsiding, your ragged breathing coming down. "Thank you." you meekly managed to get out. Nanami engulfed you in a hug. "I apologize. I realize a man's touch is the last thing you want but I'm just glad you're safe." Before you could respond, he quickly scooted away and asked, "What's your address?"

"You're taking me home?"

"Of course."

"Why?" Nanami sighed, gripping the steering wheel. "Because I don't want you to be fearful of me after what you went through."

"I'm not! I won't!"

"Y/N please-" you crossed your arms over your chest like a child throwing a tantrum. He sighed, put the car in drive, and slowly made his way back onto the freeway. You wanted to tell him that it's not the alcohol, that despite what happened earlier, that you knew in your heart of hearts that Nanami would never hurt you. You wanted and needed this man. Mahito was a different story.

"Are you dropping me off because you're going back to Jessica?"

"What?!" Nanami's head snapped in your direction, furious of the implication.

"I mean don't you like her? All the men in the office find her attractive." He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. She's drunk, don't mind her. You took his silence as confirmation and scoffed. "Of course you do. That's why you ain't sayin' shit!"

"Y/N, this isn't the right time to talk about this."

"And what is this?"

"Your feelings of jealousy."

"Jealousy? Jealousy?! Of course I'm jealous! You like Jessica and I like you! Why...why can't you like me back?" His head swiveled so fast in your direction he thought he would suffer from whiplash. "Y-you like me?" He heard soft snoring and he groaned. He made his way to your side, opened your door, knelt on one knee, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Stupid." he chuckled and carried you inside his apartment.

The rays of light pierced your closed eyes causing you to wince and groan. You turned to your side and nuzzled closer to the source of warmth. "Mmm. Squishy," Squishy? Your eyes shot open to find yourself with a shirtless Nanami. You took the time to feast on the sight before you: his defined, smooth pecs, the happy trail inching lower, the veins protruding and evident in his biceps and forearms; his sharp nose and jawline, chiseled cheekbones, blonde hair plastered flat against his forehead. You silently giggled at being able to experience a vulnerable Nanami. "Are you done staring Miss L/N?

"Eek!" you quickly scooted away from him. "Sorry." you mumble. He lazily turns on his side and greets you with a very low toned good morning, that morning voice alone sending shivers down your spine. "Thank you for saving me last night."

"Of course."

"Are wee-"

"Yes, we are at my apartment."

"Whyy-"

"You refused to give me your address."

"Why-"

"Jessica." Your hand quickly clamped over your mouth. "Ohmygod Mr. Kento! Did I...did I ruin your rendezvous with Jessica??" He sighed sitting upright. "Y/N, where on earth did you get the idea that I liked Jessica?" It was a small difference but it had the biggest impact on you: how gently he said your first name. "Well most of the men in the office find her attractive; and plus I didn't see her go in the office after you told me about my outfit." His hand slid down his face as he stated, "You were busy talking with Mahito and yes your outfit was distracting." You quickly looked down, the tears threatening to spill over. "Yes, yes how can I forget. No one wants to see arm flabs."

"That's not what I meant Y/N."

"But you said my outfit was distracting. And to be fair it was really hot that day."

"It was distracting to me." You looked over to see him with a slight pink tint on his cheeks.

"To you? Why?"

"Since it appears we're being transparent with one another, it took everything in me not to fuck you on my desk. I wanted to take you right then and there but I couldn't. You don't realize it but the other men, they stare at you too, way more than they do to Jessica. I wanted to have you, make you mine so they could stop staring. Then I saw you and Mahito talking at your cubicle and it took everything in me not to punch him in the throat; and to think he had the audacity to pull that shit at the fucking company party!? I should've killed him right then and there, with my own bare hands." He was visibly shaking, his hands clutching the sheets. You hesitantly reached out and put your hand atop of his, he turned his hand over so that your fingers were linked. "What I'm trying to say Y/N is I like you too, I've liked you for a while now."

"Really?"

He turned so that he was fulling facing you, his left hand coming up to cup your face."Yes, really. If I may be so forward, may I...may I kiss you Y/N?" You smiled, answering with, "You may." He gently pressed his lips against yours, slowly nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip. You opened your mouth more allowing him access, his tongue swirling with yours. He pulled back panting. "Fuck."

"What's wrong?" you asked in a panic.

"If we keep this up I may lose my self control and you won't be able to see me as a gentleman." Your arms snaked around his neck pulling him closer. "I want you to lose control." you whispered. In response he growled and continued kissing you more passionately, the tent in his sweats pressing against your thigh.

Monday morning came and Misty shouted, "Y/N! Where the fuck have you been??"

"Huh? Why what's going on?"

"You didn't hear? Mahito got fired. He tried to make a move on two girls at the party."

"Two?!"

"Yup. They're saying for the sake of the victims they're going to keep their identities a secret but everyone knows that it's Jessicaaaaaaohmygod is that a hickey?!" You instinctively slapped your neck, your face growing a crimson red. "Y/N L/N, who were you fucking over the weekend?"

"Shh! Misty!"

"Miss Carlisle, please use your indoor voice."

"Sorry Mr. Kento."

"And please refrain from asking my girlfriend personal questions."

"Yes sir-girlfriend?" Misty looked at you as you sheepishly grinned. "You sly bitch! Whoop whoop!" you threw your head back in laughter as Nanami came, kissed you on the cheek in front of everyone with his hand wrapped tightly around your waist and said, "See you at lunch beautiful."

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Could you imagine the horror on Lucky’s face when she meets Kid tho??? She’d just be fucking chilling and all the sudden someone’s calling her, her full government name????? I’d shit myself genuinely cause NO ONE supposed to know that??? And the Straw Hats reaction would be pure gold cause who the FUCK is (y/n) (m/n) (l/n) and why is this Red head running at Lucky full speed yelling that shit???

Lucky just vibing without a yandere around for ONCE:

Kid, rapidly approaching and about to change that: “(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N) OH MY GOD I FINALLY FUCKING FOUND YOU??? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT IN YOUR BAG??? (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N) DON’T IGNORE ME!!!” 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

Lucky having an outta body experience cause she almost forgot what her full name sounded like:

She’s on the verge of tears but Kid’s having the greatest day ever he finally found her!!! (He also feels like he’s got special privileges/connection to Lucky cause he knows her full name and it was him and his crew that found her bag he’s in his delulu era)

LMAO yeah it's like a straight up jumpscare

Lucky is scrambling to figure out how he knows her entire legal name, then there's Luffy who does know her first name but is confused about who (m/n) and (l/n) are supposed to be. There's no one else here, who is this weirdo yelling at?

I do want to quickly amend a little plot hole I noticed in my last post about Kid. I forgot that Lucky would have a bounty poster by then (gets one after Enies Lobby with everyone else), so he would already be aware of her and actively tracking down the Straw Hats at that point. The different names are a little odd, but maybe she's using an alias or whatever? The first interaction still goes the same, it's just no longer a coincidence that they ran into each other.

He would think he's special for knowing her real name, but he'd be willing to switch to calling her Lucky after she complains about it enough. Or in the Strays AU he would call her that sooner because it would be less confusing since there are three people with the same name.

[my-own-walker]

Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t’ve?) 

note: this special request was sent to me by @the-goblin1. thank you, my dear. you have the mind of a mastermind. 

summary: evan gets the hots for his co-star during a scene

warnings: sm*t, fem!reader, p in v, evan being horny lol

+++

Evan’s POV

The success of the show was unexpected. When the second season was announced, I wasn't told anything about it. Just that I wouldn't be playing Tate again.

The new season brought many changes. Doing an anthological series came with its challenges. I would be playing an entirely different character, in a different story, set in a different place.

Kit came pretty easily to me, minus his accent. That kind of challenge is what you look for as an actor, though.

It was announced that my love interest would be played by a relatively new actress named Y/N Y/L/N. In the spirit of changing things up, Taissa wouldn't be returning this season. She wouldn't be my scene partner anymore. It was like going to school after summer break and finding out your best friend wasn't in your class.

It was a total gut punch, for sure. Until I actually met Y/N.

She and I clicked really well. We had a mutual understanding of the motives of these characters and our scenes went off without a hitch. She was quick as a whip. She knew exactly how to make me laugh. We bonded over our love of acting and our tastes in music.

She got her start only a year prior to shooting Asylum. Some Disney Channel show, she said. I nearly cackled when I found out. I sort of didn't want to relive my time as Seth in 'Phil of the Future,' but she gave me no choice. We talked about our experiences with Disney sets. She had some sort of bit part, kind of like mine. She said she played the bully in the episode.

It helped her get cast in other more serious roles. She must have really sold that bully part. A couple episodes on some medical dramas and crime shows led her to the part of Grace in American Horror Story, and I couldn't complain.

It's worth mentioning that she was absolutely stunning. Just visually a marvel. I tried not to let it affect my work, but god, was she beautiful.

It was impossible to ignore my feelings for her. It physically hurt to keep myself away. I didn't want to compromise the work we were trying to do, but man I was starving for her. Ah, the genius of pain. It was like a knife in my stomach, poking and prodding at me each time she walked into the room. A constant feeling of disquiet and adrenaline.

The tension I felt worked for the story, thankfully. I found that our scenes were more believable because of how enamored I was.

It was like I had a schoolyard crush. I found myself frightened by the bite of rejection, entirely unsure of her feelings toward me. The aforementioned knife twisted every time I thought I might fall short of the mark. That she would be repulsed by me, or disinterested in the most soul-crushing way.

I didn't want to compromise our friendship. We had grown so close. The season's filming was going so well. I didn't want to risk it all and lose her due to the shame of rejection and uncomfortable feelings between us. And I for sure didn't want her or me to lose the job because our scenes got awkward.

But then came the sex scene.

+

Written into the plot was a love story blossoming between our two characters. It would come to a boiling point in an intense scene in the bakery.

It was as if a softly spoken magic spell granted my ultimate wish. Being that close to her, all over her, was all I could think about since meeting her. Now it was coming true. And in a way that made it so that I didn't have to actually put myself out there and get rejected.

The shoot started without a hitch. We were briefed by the intimacy coach ahead of filming in order to make the scene as comfortable as possible for the both of us. We were fitted with the necessary modesty undergarments that kept things sanitary, but convincing for TV.

After running through some things a couple of times, both of us felt ready to start. I began the scene, Y/N walked in and we exchanged dialogue. The lines flowed naturally, growing in intensity until I had to hoist her onto the table, hungrily gripping at her clothes.

I thought I could stop myself. I thought that being in character would prevent it from happening. But my true feelings made themselves known as soon as I had to act out thrusting inside of her. My mind wandered. I pictured her and I doing this, but for real, just the two of us. No cameras. No lights. Just real and raw. Before I knew it, I felt a tightness in my pants grow. My groin began to throb. Y/N looked down at my erection and blushed, breaking character and giggling a bit.

'Cut!'

'I'm so sorry," Y/N laughed, straightening herself up. 'We can take it again, I got distracted.' She looked down at me from atop the table and smiled. My face flushed.

Was she grossed out? Fuck. I thought.

'U-uh-' I stuttered. 'Can I actually take five? I think my uh- costume malfunctioned.'

The crew obliged and I quickly made my way to a back room, hidden from everyone on set. I was so embarrassed. My cheeks burned so hot, I thought they might burst into flames. I began to adjust myself, making sure I didn't have to clean anything up before returning to work.

'Boo,' a voice said behind me. My heart nearly stopped.

'Fuck!' I yelped, shoving my dick in my pants and turning on my heel to see a very coy Y/N standing before me.

'I thought I might find you here,' she smirked. She turned around and closed the door behind her, quietly locking it.

'Hey listen, uh-' I began. 'I'm so sorry about earlier I just-' She cut me off by putting her lips on mine. I tensed at the touch but didn't pull away. I just couldn't believe it was real life. My arms wrapped around her frame, just as they did in the scene, cradling her closely. We made out feverishly, every bottled-up desire I had bubbled to the surface.

I felt for the hem of her dress, beginning to lift it up before stopping dead and separating myself from her.

'What's wrong?' she panted, looking up at me with her big sparkly eyes. My stomach lurched.

'I just, I don't want to do this if you don't,' I muttered, sheepishly. I'm not even sure if that's what I actually wanted to say, but it came out nonetheless.

'I want this, Evan,' she whispered. 'I'll confess, I think I really like you.'

'I-'

'And I think you feel the same, based on what happened a few minutes ago,' she continued.

'Y/N, I want to be professional, but fuck, do I have feelings for you,' I replied. 'But I think, I think for work's sake, we should hold off.'

'We're playing two people in love, why would it compromise our job? If anything, it would help us,' she argued.

'If we do this, I’ll run the risk of losing you, and that’s worse,' I breathed.

She didn't reply. Instead, she grabbed me by my face and pulled me in, resuming our make-out session. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I grabbed her shoulders and led her backward, pressing her up against the wall. She moaned softly. The pressure in my pants returned. Or had it ever even left?

Her hands fumbled around at my waistband, looking to unhook my belt. I helped her out, removing it in one swift motion. She took the button of my pants in her fingers, unlatching it hastily, then at last, she unzipped my fly. I tugged the trousers off and my cock sprang out, throbbing immensely. I couldn't wait to feel it inside her warm, wet pussy.

She removed her panties and reconnected with my lips, wrapping her arms around my neck. I hoisted her up the wall hurriedly, my dick finding and sliding inside her dripping cunt almost instantly. We both let out loud moans as I thrust further into her, feeling her warmth encompassing my member. Her walls tightened almost too deliciously around me, making it tremendously hard for me to stop myself from coming. I groaned.

'Oh my god,' she cried, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. Her face was so contorted by ecstasy, it made me fuck her harder.

'I'm gonna come,' I moaned, thrusting just a few more times before blowing my load unceremoniously inside of her. Months of tension released. She threw her head back and cried out, signaling that she had as well.

I removed myself from inside of her and guided her back down to her feet, holding my hands on her shoulders to keep her steady. My knees were weak, too. Pure adrenaline was keeping me upright.

'Holy shit,' she panted. 'Holy shit.'

'You're so fucking hot,' I growled, punctuating it by peppering kisses up and down her neck and chest. Finally having caught her breath, she laughed.

'I think we may have to, you know, do our job now?' she snarked.

'The job where I get to pretend to fuck you? Don't mind if I do,' I replied, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her in close.

'We can go for round two after we nail this next take, okay?' she smirked. My chest tightened in the best way. She took my breath away.

+++

LOL I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY!!! writer's block had me in a chokehold. i have so many requests to get through i was like 'damn where do i even start???' clearly it was with this one. thanks for breaking the curse. more to come very very soon...

[seetangus]

"My Princess" - Azula x reader

[masterlist]

Azula x gn reader, oneshot, no warnings

876 words, please let me know if there are any mistakes, have fun :)

"Why are we moving so slow? I could w a l k faster than this ship is driving." For the fifth time today, you assured Princess Azula that the ship was at maximum speed and it was one of the fastest ones in the entire fire navy. If it was someone else than her, you would have been annoyed a long time ago and told her to be quiet, but in this situation you were happy that she didn't unleash her discontent in a different way than complaining. You had never met her before, but you had heard stories about those who didn't live up to her expectations, and you did not want to experience those things yourself, to say the least.

Although you couldn't see her, as you were bowing when talking to her, you could feel her gaze rest upon you, when she began to talk again: "That 'discovery' I was sent to investigate better be worth my precious time." She sat down in the chair that was delivered from the palace solely so that she could sit comfortably on this ship.

While inspecting her nails she began talking again: "What was it again, that they have found?" You had also read the letter, so you knew what was waiting for you at the southern air temple: "They call it a balloon - a ship that can drive through the sky, my princess."

"Well, hopefully that balloon is faster than this slug.", she said, pointing approximately in the direction of the engines of the ship. "I am terribly sorry that you are dissatisfied with the speed of our ship, but I assure you that the crew is doing the best they can. Is there any way in which I could calm your indignation, my princess?" You at least wanted to try to calm her, as you didn't want her to get angry at the crew.

You had expected her to command you to threaten the workers responsible for the engines or to simply dismiss you, but she really seemed to consider your offer, as it took a while until she answered.

"You may stand now.", she said. You stood straight again. She looked at you for an unusual amount of time, making you nervous. You watched her eyes roaming all around your body until hers finally met yours, making you blush and look at the floor, hoping she hadn't noticed.

Finally, she answered, a smug smile creeping on her face: "Give me a massage."

You said nothing, as you weren't sure if you had understood her right. "Won't you come and massage the shoulders of your princess, y/n?" You had, in fact, understood her correctly, she had even said your name, so it was clear that she wanted you to give her a massage, but still you needed a moment to mentally process that request.

You had to answer quickly to not let Azula wait, so you answered with a simple "Of course, my princess." and walked behind her chair. Now the difficult part began, as you were not very experienced with giving massages. You hoped your modest skill was enough to satisfy her.

But before you could start, a small chuckle escaped her throat: "You may want to remove my armour before beginning, y/n."

Only now did you realise that giving her shoulders a massage while she still wore her shoulder plates would have been a difficult task, to say the least. You were embarrassed you hadn't noticed earlier. Taking her shoulder plates off was quite easy, as you knew how to handle armor, wearing some yourself.

After you had laid them down, you finally started massaging her shoulders. At the start you were rather careful, because you did not under any circumstance want to hurt those precious, royal shoulders of hers. But over time you got used to the shape of them, you almost didn't feel the fabric of her uniform that was dividing your hands from her skin anymore. Although it was exhausting, massaging her actually felt quite nice.

Also, you finally got to think for a bit, as there were a few things needing to be sorted in your mind. For example, why did she know your name? She was Azula, princess of the fire nation; remembering the names of her subjects was not worth her time or effort. Also, you hadn't even been introduced in the first place; to her you were simply an officer in her escort. But you were happy she knew your name; it felt special to hear it from her sublime lips.

"That will be enough for now.", she said, making you immediately remove your hands from her shoulders, "You will be free to go after you put my armour back on."

You attached her shoulder plates to her armour again, bowed, and were about to go away when she stopped you to ask you something: "Also, y/n, why do you call me 'my princess'?" You didn't know what to say. You had assumed that calling her by her title was the correct thing to do; you hadn't expected to break some formal code. She grinned at your sudden consternation.

"Don't stop doing it, y/n, I like it. You may go now."

[believesthings]

Not Just A Girl - Chapter 6 // Jason Sudeikis x Reader

When Jason promised you dinner at home you had half expected him to have something delivered… he’d had an early call time that morning after all. Why hadn’t you considered that Jason wanted to cook for you? He had tried to plant you in a chair at the table while he worked but you wandered to find a better spot to watch him move about the kitchen.

You’ve ended up settling just off to his left where the L shaped counter provides a corner for you to stay tucked out of the way. Incidentally this spot also gives you the best view when he turns to the stove… Sure, you’re setting yourself up for some sort of trouble but honestly your body has been humming ever since your interrupted greeting in his dressing room.

Watching Jason cook is incredibly, wonderfully, distracting. Scratch that, watching him breathe is distracting, everything else just compounds the problem. While preparing the meal Jason entertains you with stories about his day, waving whatever utensil happens to be in hand as though it were a weapon. You eye him wielding the knife while he dices the vegetables and talks about the next few days of work.

“Though we are all well trained in swordplay we won’t be fighting with weapons – at least, not yet.”

You had always found it easier to learn without the distractions of props or costumes, but then some people complained that the added weight was a distraction later. “I’d imagine that would make it easier to learn the footwork? Or were you just looking forward to swatting at your costars?” You move close to him and reach out to provide emphasis to the comment by running your hand over one of his shoulder blades and down following the muscle definition.

He stills under your touch and then looks sideways at you over his shoulder. “Honey, it isn’t called swatting when you do it with a sword in hand.”

“Hmm oh of course not.” He stoops slightly as you stretch to kiss him on the cheek, reading your movements with ease and making it easier for you to hit your target. You have to remind yourself that the man is trying to cook, a much easier task when not dealing with distractions.

You have observed him retrieve things enough that you feel confident that you could get the flatware out to set the table. Your first attempt rewards you with the drawer of utensils. You hum as you gather what you hope are the needed items.

“What are you doing?”

You stop humming to respond. “Setting the table? Helping - I hope. Trying to stay out of the way. I miss having a kitchen – that will change soon I hope.”

“Oh? Plates are just over there.”

“Remind me and I’ll show you the pictures of the places on my phone. Todd says I just need to sign the papers for whichever place I choose. Although…”

Later. You’ll have that conversation later – after dinner, after a good night’s sleep, after they reinstate Pluto as a planet… You really don’t want to start this conversation but you opened the door, might as well walk through it.

“Todd said that they’ve decided on doing a sequel to All Your Monsters.” It comes out in a quick, nearly unintelligible stream of words.

Very good. Nice panicked transition to the conversation.

Jason has stopped what he was doing to turn to you. “That’s wonderful! Though I thought you would be dancing with excitement?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you scowl to yourself. Well done you for bringing up the topic that you wanted to avoid.

“I am excited…” you can’t suppress the smile that surfaces when Jason tilts his head down to give you a doubtful look, though your smile quickly fades again. Not entirely wanting to voice your thoughts, you lock your fingers together before unclasping them again. Why do you insist on making things awkward? You emit a small shrug, “Well, James & Mia will be filming here. All Your Monsters filmed in so many different locations. I can’t imagine that being different for the sequel. Does it make sense to stop living out of a bag? I can’t help but wonder now … Oh… Ok… ok, I can’t organize my thoughts. Sorry. Sorry…. The success of All Your Monsters – the award - which is still so astounding I’m half expecting them to call me up and ask for it back. The most I ever hoped for was a nod of recognition, maybe a ‘put in a few more years kid’, but never what actually happened.”

You’re rushing through all the thoughts that are fighting to the surface. Jason is soaking up every word that spills out, patiently letting you stumble through it, bless him.

Jason. Jason standing there before you. It is easier to focus on him alone. “Meeting you that night - I figured I’d just introduce myself as one of your fans and be done with it… swoon from afar.” This elicits a chuckle from Jason and you’re this close to telling him how deeply you’ve fallen for him but manage to contain the words. Now is not the moment, not in the middle of one of your more awkward spells. He was right, back in his dressing room. The man had found his way inside your defenses.

Your willpower to keep your language clean is slipping so you wince when a word slips out. “Fuck…. Erg, ok.… This, us. I - logically… Next month, for example…”

Jason picks up the thread midsentence, much to your relief. “You are adorable when you’re flustered. Two weeks from now you’ll be gearing up for your role as Mia.

After that - you’ll have your work, and your costars, you won’t even notice that I’m home for a while. Remember, Brett changed his schedule so he could be in the film with you. He’ll be more than happy to keep you company.” 

Is that jealously dear Mr. Sudeikis? You finally let yourself fully smile again. The way you respond to a mere look from him? Not notice? Ha.

“Brett may be a tall, gorgeous Brit but he isn’t you.” You realize Jason has just let you talk yourself back from your melancholy while also getting you to assure him of your feelings for him. Clever man.

“Ok - now that she smiles again – can we circle back to the announcement regarding the All Your Monsters sequel?”

Ah – you’d forgotten that Jason was a huge fan of the film. How on earth did you forget that? Oh right, your heart had been close to stopping, as that had been the night you met him. “Of course. Would you like me to tell you again as though I hadn’t just had a mini freak out here in your kitchen? You can ask Todd – there was an abundance of giddiness and dancing, but…” When he reaches into his pocket you stop the thought midsentence to question him, “What are you doing?”

“Placing a call.” He has his phone out and starts to dial.

“Daniel Jason Sudeikis, please don’t scare Todd with a second phone call regarding me in such a short period of time.”

Distraction. Distraction. You need to distract him. What can get him to hang up the phone?

“Jase, the food.”

He pretends to ignore you as you step towards him, closing the space between the pair of you again. He may be pretending to ignore you but you note that his free hand is quick to slide around your waist when you’re close enough. Remembering how he momentarily stilled when you touched him earlier you lightly touch at his waist before letting your hands wander up towards his shoulders. Jason clears his throat but determinedly keeps the phone to his ear. He is looking down at you now, eyebrows raised and clearly enjoying himself while the phone continues to ring.

“Phone. Down.” You wrap your arms around his neck. Pressed against him as you are you can feel his muscles move with each breath. Dear Lord you are distracting yourself more than you are him, and he knows it. You hear an answer finally on the other end of the line and stand on the balls of your feet to whisper into Jason's free ear, “Jason….”

Though he still maintains the phone call he is also egging you on – he is helping you to stay on tiptoe now by holding you tightly against his body one handed. He plants a quick kiss on your neck before speaking, “Hello again. Sorry to call back so soon…”

By now you’ve realized that getting him off the phone is no longer your main priority as your hormones have taken full control. You let your lips brush against his jaw before slowly moving your attention down towards his collar. He takes a step to propel the pair of you backward. “Yes.” Step. “Ah. Maybe. Back an hour.” Another step.

Back an hour? What? Your ears relay to your brain the conversation that is taking place. You pause your attentions as you bump back against the counter, allowing yourself to settle flat foot to the floor again. Jason rings off quickly, “Yes. Of course. Goodnight.” He holds his smile in reply to your questioning expression before putting his phone aside. “Don’t stop now that you’ve got my full attention.”

You pointedly look over at his phone and back. “Not Todd?”

“No–” He scoops you up and places you gently onto the counter before him, lifting your weight with apparent ease. “Not Todd. The car service I reserved to take you home tonight. I thought a little more time would be good. Though, if you’d like I could call Todd…”

You silence him by pulling him into a kiss. Once you release him again you shake your head. “Nope. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Leave Todd be and let’s get back to concentrating on that food that smells divine.” Anything but returning to the ever so awkward profession of emotions that you stumbled through.

“Dinner?”

Nodding your head over his shoulder towards the stove you reply, “Yes, din…” He stops your reply with another kiss. Sitting atop the counter you can’t exactly escape the man’s reach easily, not that you really want to at this point. But the already cooking food… You lean back to release your lips from his. You try for stern but end up emitting a rather breathless: “Jason.”

“Saying my name like that doesn’t make me want to concentrate on the food.” He chuckles.        

Jason escorts you out to the waiting car under the gaze of what seems to you to be a million eyes. It was the middle of the night, surely everyone has better things to do than wait to see you leaving his place. He had insisted upon walking with you out to the street after dinner. Just before shutting the door behind you he leans into the backseat to kiss you again. You grace him with a lopsided smile when he stands and does his best to stifle a yawn. “I’ll let you know when I get back to my room if you aren’t asleep by then.”

“I’ll be waiting.” You note that rather than retreating back inside he waits to watch the car drive down the street with a few photographers following. 

Tag list: @my-soupy-brain @tegan8314 @tortilla-maria1 @nerdgirljen