#my first instinct was Say So by doja cat

[spocksgotemotions]

what are songs that would be fun to edit Worf to

[lovinpelova]

salty | j. fleming

summary; arsenal win against chelsea, jessie isn't too happy about it. [SMUT]

listen to: agora hills - doja cat

the ball fell to your feet as jessie gave it away, your instincts taking over and your legs ran as fast as they could towards chelseas defense. looking for an option and seeing stina was far behind with frida trailing on the right side of her, you decided to go for it.

"don't you dare!"

jessie yelled as she finally caught up, tugging on your shirt lightly in a duel for the ball but undoubtedly failing, you dribbled past her with a nutmeg into an opening before your foot connected with the ball perfectly towards the bottom right. watching it curl towards top bins as your girlfriend got to you a second too late, knowing it went in before it even left the ground and sighing in your ear as she watched you run away to celebrate with your teammates.

the game was now 3-1 to arsenal with one minute of injury time left to play, the whistle being blown a couple seconds late as you screamed in joy. this was your first piece of silverware with arsenal in a while, so jessie could understand why it meant so much to you, especially considering you'd scored to give your side a bigger lead. you high-fived and hugged all the chelsea players before even thinking about celebrating with your teammates, saying they played well and would do better next time.

you eventually reached your girlfriend and looked into her eyes for any indication of how she was feeling, seeing sadness and a little bit of anger.

"you played well jess-"

"did you have to fucking nutmeg me?"

she asked bluntly whilst high-fiving you, giving you a quick hug as you laughed at her anger and watched her walk away to her teammates. she'd let go of it in a couple hours time when you got home after her- but for now, you had to go get drunk with leah and katie.

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"jessie? i'm home baby!"

you called out into your shared apartment whilst taking off your shoes and coat, placing your belongings on the kitchen counter beside you as your girlfriend stormed towards you. you grinned at her, picking up the medal that hung around you neck and moving it left to right, laughing when she followed it with her eyes like a dog. okay, maybe you could be a bit mean about it when you won against chelsea, but she played for one of your biggest rivals in the clubs history- could you be blamed?

"i'm not a fucking dog, stop doing that. i'm not a loser either, chelsea should have won."

"the scoresheet says otherwise my love."

you retaliated, taking off the medal and putting it with the rest of your belongings as you watched jessies lip curve up in a scowl for a moment, she grunted and took another couple steps towards you before pushing you into the counter and kissing you harshly. if jessie was anything, she was a bad loser. she tended to stay salty and defensive about it for a while and then refuse to admit she lost when she calmed down from her emotions.

right now, she was defensive. and judging by the way her lips were moving against yours and hands were gripping your waist, she was furious about the loss. chelsea had a reputation of winning all the finals they got to, reigning champions of the super league and even getting to beat manchester united in the fa cup final, so what was so different about arsenal with the continental cup?

"i am not a loser."

she growled against your lips as she pulled away, watching the way your eyes slowly opened to realise she'd shocked you beyond belief. jessie was normally soft and shy, even in bed whenever you asked her to be rough she'd still be too scared of breaking you or something, so this side of her was something new. and you loved it.

"yeah? wanna show me how much of a winner you are then?"

you teased whilst fidgeting with the collar of her shirt, both of you still in club kit with your hair tied up but jessie didn't care. as much as she hated the arsenal red she couldn't fault how good you looked in it.

the canadian picked you up with your legs around her waist and started walking towards your bedroom, her lips moving desperately against yours. you could tell she needed this. to forget about the loss and mistakes she'd made, she needed a sense of euphoria - a different type of high - and she needed it now.

if that happened to be sourced by you moaning out her name in pleasure all night long, who were you to deprive her of what she wanted?

jessie put you down on the bed and tugged her shirt off, throwing it across the room as she climbed over you and watched you take yours off, her pupils dilating even more whilst her hands trailed up your torso. her breathing grew heavier as she seemingly got lost in her thoughts, the way her stomach and chest were heaving up and down affecting you in embarassing ways.

she snapped out of her trance when you let out a small whine at the sudden slow pace, accepting the smirk she gave you and pulling her down to continue making out like you were both in heat. her hips started to grind against yours slowly as she gripped your ass and waist shamelessly, moving her lips down to your neck and chest whilst leaving marks behind. she moved down to your stomach impatiently and bit down hard, smiling at the hiss you let out as her hands tugged down your shorts and underwear, too impatient to bother with the struggle of removing your sports bra.

"you gonna stop being cocky if i fuck it out of you?"

she moved your legs to rest over her shoulders, kissing up the inside of your thighs and sucking to leave the occasional love bite with her hands gripping your thighs.

"gonna have to find out aren't you?"

you countered, hands moving to her hair and shoulders for a sense of release when she eventually did start fucking you- and that she did. her tongue dived into you like she'd been starved for years beforehand, sloppily licking up your arousal before she started flicking it quickly over your clit just the way you liked. jessie smirked as she looked up at you, hearing you moan out in surprise with your back arched and fingers tugging at her hair- god she loved it when you pulled her hair whilst she ate you out.

she wrapped her lips around the sensitive bud and started sucking, watching you writhe under her before moving further down towards your entrance, not waiting a single moment to dip her tongue inside and moan at the taste of you.

"ohh, tastes so good babygirl. already drunk off you."

she moaned into your pussy shamelessly whilst pushing her face further into you, not caring about how the dirty talk was unusual for her and deciding to continue her movements. she pulled one hand up to rub her thumb over your clit at the perfect pace whilst her tongue worked itself in and out of you, listening to the way you responded to her manhandling with a sense of pride filling her. she didn't care about losing the match anymore, she cared about making you cum all over her face.

jessie nuzzled her face into you further as you moaned out her name with a plead for more, quickly pulling her tongue out and moving it to flatten against your heat, trailing it up to your clit before she took it into her mouth and started sucking harshly again. she moved her hand towards your entrance and pushed a finger in without warning, listening to you whimper at the sudden intrusion as she pushed in a second finger soon after.

her fingers quickly curled towards your g-spot and began abusing it, the canadian grunting in annoyance when you bucked your hips as it took her mouth away from you when they fell back onto the bed. she moved her other hand to hold your waist down so she could properly move her fingers deeper into your heat, moving her head up to be level with yours and holding your hips down with her own whilst her hand went around your neck.

"stay still or i'm gonna leave you here like this."

you nodded your head in response as she sped up her thrusts, moving in to kiss you sloppily with yourself trying to kiss back. your orgasm was impending and jessie could feel it, the way your walls were clenching around her fingers tighter with each thrust telling her as she peppered kisses along your collarbones and moved her hand to massage your waist gently whilst she talked you through it.

"c'mon baby, you wanna be a good girl right? you gonna cum for me? make me a winner? gonna be my good girl, aren't you?"

"yes jessie- gonna, god i'm so close. m'gonna cum for you, so good."

you whimpered out in response to her praise as she moved her thumb to rub over your abused clit again, the extra stimulation making you fall over the edge and onto her fingers as she continued to talk you through it just the way you liked her to.

"attagirl, that's it princess. makin' me a winner, hm? so good to me baby, keep goin- just like that, there you go."

"jessie-"

you tried to speak, getting cut off with the aftershocks of your orgasm hitting you hard, especially when she licked your arousal off her fingers right in front of your face. breathing heavily and looking up at her, you smiled at each other, both apologetic.

"i'm sorry for being a dick about it."

"i'm sorry for not taking the loss well."

jessie spoke softly, leaning down to kiss you gently as you gladly kissed back, her hand holding your face as yours dragged themselves up her back whilst you moaned at the feeling of her muscles underneath your fingertips. the canadian smiled into the kiss and pulled away to grin at your blush, shaking her head at you as you shyly smiled back before she rolled onto her back and pulled you onto her waist with a passionate kiss, obviously intending to be a winner again.

[lomlhwa]

tiny baby (c.sb)

pairing: bf!soobin x gf!reader

preview: soobin knows he's big. you've been intimidated by the stories he's told you which has led to your sex life with your boyfriend being pretty much non-existent. now, you feel ready. but it requires some.... practice.

warnings/tags: fem reader, monster cock!soobin, size kink on soobin's part, size training-ish, belly bulge kink, marking, pet names (baby, my love), fingering, use of lube, top/bottom dynamics go back and forth but it's mostly top!soobin, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), multiple orgasms, creampie

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 1.5k

song recs for this fic: champagne & sunshine by plvtinum, need to know by doja cat, mmmh by kai, bad by christopher

a/n: this is so intensely self-indulgent, it's gross. please enjoy my fantasies in writing.

you’ve been with soobin since your first year of high school. high school sweethearts, as most people would refer to you. you would consider yourself pretty lucky to have kept the same boyfriend for this long.

unfortunately for the both of you, your cute love story hides a non-existent sex life. neither of you are virgins, having had an on-and-off relationship in your second/third year of dating. you’d slept around and so had he. 

well, he tried to.

see, soobin, as much play as he knew he could get, his size intimidated most of his sexual partners. he’d only manage to actually fuck 2 girls in the two year rocky period of your relationship. even then it hadn’t lasted long enough for either of them to finish.

he’s got good skills in bed, he knows that. but no one else knows that. especially not you. 

do you want to sleep with your long-term boyfriend? of course you do. you have since the beginning of your relationship. but his mistake of complaining about the intimidation of the other women he’d tried to seduce didn’t help you to not feel the same. 

he’d tried to use his seduction tactics on you but it never got very far. 

but this time, you feel ready. this time, you’re going to seduce him. you’re going to sleep with your boyfriend. no matter what it takes. you need it.

while your boyfriend worked today, you got ready for him. you bought baby pink lingerie in hopes that giving yourself an angelic appearance would appeal to him. you gave yourself blushy, sparkly makeup to give the angel look an umph. as you look at yourself in the mirror you feel quite cute. you suit soobin’s taste.

you check the clock, 10 minutes until soobin comes home. you lay out a plush blanket over the cushions of the couch. you situate yourself in a seductive position on the blanket; on your stomach, head propped up in your hands, elbows pressing your breasts together for emphasis. your legs kick around behind you, giddiness and nerves taking you over as the minutes diminish.

your heart jumps into your throat when you finally hear the jingling of your boyfriend's keys outside your front door. you momentarily wonder if this is a bad idea, but you have no time to chicken out. you swallow the lump in your throat and prepare yourself.

the door opens and in walks the love of your life. he stands frozen in the doorway when his eyes lay upon you. his eyes scan your body, the tent in his pants immediately becoming noticeable. you blush but your makeup hides it. 

“hi soobin” you say in your most seductive voice. you get up from the uncomfortable position you’d been sitting in and wave over your flustered lover. he hesitates for a moment before taking his shoes off and walking towards you.

“baby, what is this? what are you doing?” 

“you’ve just been so busy with work, i figured you could use some relaxation.”

you get up and stand in front of your boyfriend. you walk him backwards until he flops onto the couch. you situate yourself on his lap and place your hands on his shoulders. his hands almost instinctively rest on your thighs on either side of his hips.

“but baby, we’ve never done anything like this. why… why now?” 

you run your index finger over his lips, shushing him. his mouth opens on instinct and you take his tongue between your thumb and index finger. you hold it until drool pools in his mouth and spills over his bottom lip. 

“i know we’ve never done anything, but i think it’s time. we’ve been together for almost 5 years” you let go on his tongue and kiss his dampened lips. “don’t you want me?” you grind down on his lap, a groan rolling off his tongue.

“of course i do, my love” he leans his head back against the couch. this motion almost makes you cum on the spot. “but, are you really prepared enough for me? you know i’m… big.”

you nod. of course you do. that’s the whole reason it’s taken this long to get this far. “of course i know, i can feel it” you shift around again, soobin catches his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“we’ll do it, but we’ll take it really slow. i don’t want to hurt you.” 

at that, you connect your lips with his, his lips still messy from drooling earlier. you lick the corners of his mouth to pick up saliva that never fully escaped. he moans into your mouth as your hips roll onto him subconsciously. 

his hands move to grip your ass and he gets up off the couch. you wrap your legs around his waist so he can carry you more comfortably. you press sloppy kisses on his neck as he walks to your shared bedroom. 

he places you down on your bed softly. he pulls his shirt over his head and comes down to hover over you. “baby, i know i said i wanted to take it really slow, but i want to fuck you so bad right now.”

he ghosts his hands over your pretty pink bra and sighs. he cups your breasts and presses them together. he considers asking you if he could try fucking them, but he decides to leave that for another time. there’s a better focus right now.

he slides his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slides them off you slowly. he presses your knees apart and slides his fingers over your weeping hole. he slides one finger in and you gasp, your hands coming up to his shoulders for something to ground yourself. 

he adds one more, and then a third. you’re trembling at this point. you can barely take three of your boyfriend’s long fingers. are you going to be able to take the monster between his legs?

he adds a fourth and final finger which sends you tumbling over the edge. you orgasm with an abrupt cry of soobin’s name. your shaky hand grabs his wrist to get him to stop his ministrations.

“okay, my baby, do you want it raw?” he shimmies out of his pants and underwear. your breath catches in your throat. you’ve seen soobin naked many times before. but his… monster fully hard makes you clench around nothing. out of arousal and out of fear. 

“yes, raw. please” you scramble to reach into the drawer and pull out a brand new bottle of lube. “please, use this. easier slide and stretch” he nods.

he pushes your head back with his finger on your forehead. you hear the cap on the lube open and he slathers his length in it. he looks up at you for last confirmation. you nod, biting your lip. 

his tip brushes your sopping hole and he pushes in bit by bit. he’s barely in past the tip and you’re shaking like a leaf. when he finally bottoms out, you feel like you’re going to explode. you peek down and see the outline of him in your lower abdomen. 

you brush your hand over the bulge, a whine slips out of his throat. the stretch stings through your whole body. but it’s manageable. 

“please move, soobin” you whine, shifting a little to get some friction. he pulls all the way out to the tip before slamming back in. you let out shaky breaths as your beloved boyfriend sets a delicious pace. 

“my god, baby. you’re so small under me” his arms shake next to your head from using them to hold himself up. “big- ah, you’re so big soobin” your breathing is so rapid that it could be mistaken for hyperventilation. 

soobin’s finger trails it’s way to your clit, the pad of his finger rubbing fast circles. you wrap your arms around him and pull his head down to kiss him. your tongues clash and you nibble on the end of his lightly. 

“baby, baby, baby, fuck” the chant of the pet name, the grip his left hand has on your hip and the circles being drawn on your clit by his right pointer finger sends you over the edge.

the sudden clench from your orgasm trigger’s soobin’s own orgasm. he spills himself inside you, wrapping his arms around your waist, trying to get as close to you as physically possible. 

his sweaty body sticks to you as he trembles. he kisses your collarbone as he breathes heavily. 

“i love you so much baby, fuck.”

he pulls out of you to watch his own seed spill out of you. he grabs a handful of tissues to clean you off. he hands you your underwear and you pull them on. 

he pulls his own boxers back on and climbs into bed next to you, wrapping his long arms around you.

“did i hurt you?” he asks. you can hear the genuine worry in his voice.

“i’m okay, soobin.” 

you curl yourself around him and close your eyes. his soft breathing slowly lulls you to sleep. 

finally, almost five years of fear is over.

© lomlhwa 2023

[baekhyuq]

“Industry Baby.” Baekhyun(m) 2

Chapter 2

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst,

Warning: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, domestic violence, prostitution

Playlist:

Ride - Doja Cat

Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

White Noise - EXO

Word Count: 3k

Summary: “She looked like a million bucks but felt like nothing.”

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Your ears are on fire, you cover your face by instinct. “Baekhyun!” You hear his laugh echo through the kitchen as he pats your back.

“Dont worry Y/n, I wouldn’t put you through the hell of being my significant other. You’d want to strangle me the first day.” He caught the laugh that left your lips, stopping to grin at the beautiful sound.

“So I’m taking it you don’t have a girlfriend as well as a wife.”

He shook his head. “You must have a boyfriend?”

You stutter, “How did you know?”

“Only a guess…especially when..” His hand brushed your back where your bruises were. You felt your mood sink, of course Chanyeol would find his way into such a light hearted conversation.

“Ah, I..It’s not like that. He doesn’t do those types of things to me.” You lied, at the end of the day he was your boyfriend from high school. You two grew up together and had been together for years.

Baekhyun smile turned into a sad one, not allowing you to see it; he quickly changed the subject.

“I see, how was the pasta? To your standards?” He joked lightening the mood, you nodded with a small smile.

“It was delicious, I don’t usually get to have pasta.” “Oh why?”

“Chanyeol says I’ll get fa-“ You catch yourself, instantly regretting opening your mouth.

“Y/n.” He placed his hand on your shoulder, tilting his head to get your attention. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But, know I’m here for you now.” He gave you an encouraging smile. “We’re friends.”

Your heart pounded at the gesture, how could a stranger be so kind and accepting to some mess of a human. You nodded, your lips tightly shut.

“Are you ready for bed?” He asked as he finished washing your dishes. You nod, following him back to his room.

You entered behind him, picking a side of the bed to slip under the covers.

“Hey, that’s my spot.” Baekhyun joked as he clicked on his television. “Do you have something you watch before you go to sleep?” He asked curiously.

You thought for a second, your brows furrowed. “I usually listen to people play with slime.”

“Excuse me?” Baekhyun raised a brow at you, “Are you perhaps 10 years old, Y/n?”

You gasped ready to defend yourself, “I’m a normal person, there are so many people to enjoy that type of asmr!”

He tries to hold back his laughter by covering his mouth. “How about some peaceful rain, that helps me sleep.”

“I enjoy that too.” You grinned, how thoughtful. You struggled with your mind as you laid down, finding Baekhyuns bed extremely comfortable. Your thoughts raced to what he said, he wanted to help you. Was this stranger being so kind for a certain reason? You didn’t feel any evil intent, you couldn’t see Baekhyun being a bad person.

Chanyeol on the other hand, he was horrible. Forcing you to have sex with men then steal from them, to fill his pockets. Most of the time, you only got a small percentage of the stolen money. You felt awful, but you were stuck. If you ever disobeyed Chanyeol… Your lip quivered, your body flinching before you could stop yourself.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Baekhyuns cool hand slid around your waist, resting over your tummy.

“It’s okay.” He said soothingly, his eyes trained on your back. He was watching you to make sure you were going to sleep, but he saw you seize up before your body shook. He could only assume your conversations triggered bad memories for you. Baekhyun felt horrible, but he could only stand by for now. Comfort you as much as you would allow.

Your eyes became watery before you blinked the tears away. You hesitantly grabbed Baekhyun’s hand resting over your tummy. You held it more as a comfort shield, as if to calm and protect yourself all at once. You were tired of being hurt, physically and mentally. The only sense of control you felt was now when he allowed you to simply hold his hand.

Baekhyun felt your hand hold his thumb, his lips formed a small grin.

Baby steps.

With the sun rays laying over your body Baekhyun watched as you tossed and turned in your sleep. Your brows were knitted together, a slight pout on your lips.

He wasn’t sure if he should wake you, was it a bad dream? Baekhyun pouted himself, thinking back to your topics of discussion last night. He had no right to invade your personal life, especially when you’ve known him for less than a day.

Guilt set in his stomach as his eyes trailed over your face once more, your hand was wrapped around Baekhyun’s wrist. Your grip had tighten and loosened through out the few minutes Baekhyun has been awake. He figured you would be tired after a long night so he escaped the bed and wondered into the kitchen.

Baekhyun scratched the back of his head as he looked for something to make for breakfast. He usually skipped the meal all together, most likely too tired or not hungry. But he wanted to make sure you were fed before you left. He had a strong urge to take care of you after his speculations were basically confirmed.

To be truthful, he saw the club manager nod his head toward Baekhyun’s table as he pushed you out from back stage. Baekhyun thought nothing of it until last night when you had fallen asleep. Was that your boyfriend? Was he selling out his girlfriend?

Baekhyun felt his grip on the fridge handle tighten, he shook his hand closing the door. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, looking for restaurants delivering this early. He scrolled for a few before landing on a place close enough. He placed an order, shutting off his phone and chucking it back in his pocket.

He made himself a cup of coffee, leaving enough in the pot for you. He sipped the hot beverage, the liquid traveling down into his empty stomach. He furrowed his brows, sipping more as he shuffled his way back to his room.

“Ahh.” He let out a sigh at the sensation of the warming feeling he got. He slipped off his slippers, sitting on the bed. He grabbed the remote before turning on the television to the news.

This was Baekhyun’s usual morning routine if he wasn’t busy, which was more than often. He would either be overseas or out of town filming.

Baekhyun was a very famous director, but he never used his title to get him anything. He’s directed many popular movies and shows, even a few musicals. His career being built from the ground up alone, his family wasn’t supportive of his decision. Wanting him to go into finance or engineering. He refused, he could express his creative desires in the way his parents wanted him to. No matter how hard he would try, he always came back to videography.

He sighs as he listens to the news, a familiar face flashing across the television for a second. He paused the t.v, rewinding.

“Is that..” He squinted, he didn’t have in his contacts or his glasses. He searched his bedside table, grabbing his glasses.

It was the club manager from last night, with a bloodied face. Under his picture was written “Manager of Midnight Club beaten after caught stealing from customer.” Baekhyun’s eyes widened, he looked from you to the television.

Should he wake you up? This was your boyfriend, which was only his speculations.

He shook his head, turning the channel all together forgetting the event. Maybe it wasn’t her boyfriend, maybe he didn’t work at the club anyway.

He enjoyed the calm atmosphere in his room, he could hear your light snores and the comedy playing on the screen. His coffee in his hand almost finished. His phone buzzed, a text notifying his delivery arrived. He rushed to slip on his shoes, scurrying to the front door.

Cringing at the cold weather outside he picked up the bag and hurried back inside. Shivering slightly he sat the bag on the counter. He hoped you liked hash browns and pancakes.

Baekhyun caught himself pausing, why was he feeling as if it was his duty to take care of you. Would you feel uncomfortable? He honestly did want to be friends, or more than. But he couldn’t just let you walk away after meeting you, he felt intrigued.

Baekhyun’s heart stopped as he saw your tired figure walking into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes.

“Something smells good.” You yawned with tired eyes, your hair was messy and the shirt he had given you to wear was slightly hanging off your shoulder. He looked at your face restraining himself from staring anywhere for too long.

“I ordered breakfast, do you like pancakes?” He grinned, fixing your shirt, buttoning it all the way up. You raised a brow at him as his fingers did each button.

“I do…What’s up with you dressing me like a child.” You joked, taking a seat onto the cool island stools. You saw Baekhyuns eyes dart across your face before shaking his head.

“No reason. Do you have anything planned for today?” He asked, trying to make conversation.

His arms reached into the bag taking out both plates, handing you a utensil. You kindly accepted it, thanking him.

“I’ll pay you back for the meal.” You said with a mouth full of food.

He shook his head, “No, you don’t have to.”

“I will.” You insisted.

“Y/n money is not my concern, I just didn’t want you to be hungry before leaving.” He felt himself become sad at the thought of you believing you owed him. “When I buy you something don’t say that. Okay?” He pushed your arm teasingly.

You rolled your eyes, “Fine. But it makes me feel guilty. People usually always want their money.” Your words made Baekhyun feel guilty. He knew what that was like when he was scraping for change just to feed himself once upon a time. Now he had more money than he knew what to do with. So he simply found himself enjoying life, not spending his money on glamours things such as a beach house or private jet, or a trip to Italy. He simply just lived. In a quiet neighborhood, in a quiet house. He was only missing one thing; someone to share it all with.

Living alone had its down sides, being so bored some days you just stare at the wall. Having friends over, and instantly feeling sad when they leave. Having one mug on the shelf for yourself because no one else lives with you.

Baekhyun was lonely.

“Don’t feel guilty, I would love to spoil you.” It came out of his mouth before he could realize what he was saying. You looked at him before looking down at your plate, flustered. Was Baekhyun alright this morning?

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” He stuttered. You watched as his cheeks turned pink as he became flustered.

“Aww, is Baekhyun blushing?” You asked smiling. He poked at his food with a pout.

“Of course not, you should be the one blushing.” Baekhyun’s ears were becoming pink at this rate. “And why’s that?”

“Your nipples are showing through that shirt.” He tried not to laugh.

You gasped, covering yourself. “So you just let me walk around like this?” You shouted clearly embarrassed. His head was thrown back as he laughed, his eyes turning into crescent moons and his dark hair falling from his forehead.

Baekhyun shook his head, “Well if I did then I wouldn’t be able to see them.” He teased. You hit his abdomen causing him to grab his stomach. “Careful, I just had coffee and ate.” He groans.

“You’ll regret teasing me Baekhyun.” Your words did caused no threat to him as the corner of his lips turned up again into a smile, ready to laugh. “Dont laugh either. This is your fault.”

“I totally did not give you one of my dress shirts because I knew it was see through.” He sarcastically stated.

“Next time don’t give me another one of these—“

“Next time?” He asked with a small lopsided grin, tilting his head at you with curious eyes.

You paused stuttering, “I-I didn’t mean—“ You gave up instantly. “Whatever.”

“Who knows Y/n, maybe there will be a next time.” He’s closer, his breath barely touching your neck. “That’s only if you allow it, of course.”

“Y-yes.” You tripped over your response. “Yes?”

“I-I want to see you again.” Truthfully speaking, getting to know Baekhyun was fun. He was a kind and funny man, he was also very handsome.

“Ahh, so that’s your answer.” He leaned back in his stool, crossing his arms over his chest observantly. “I saw some doubt on your face only a moment ago, guess I was wrong.” Shaking his head he lets out a chuckle.

“Thank you.” You say shyly.

“For what?”

“For talking to me, feeding me, letting me stay here instead of a cold bus stop.” You smiled up at him, he returned a smile, though it wasn’t a happy one. A smile filled with sadness and yearning. A yearning to help you get out of your situation. “Dont thank me, I just wanted get to know the beautiful girl on the stage.” He winked trying to lighten the mood. “You’re a really great dancer, your smile is beautiful when you’re up there.” Baekhyun’s compliment caused you to smile brightly.

“I’ve loved dancing since I was young, doing it as my job makes me happy—“ Your smile stayed as your eyes faltered, down to the marble counter. Your mind thought back to Chanyeol hitting you when you had tripped in one of your shows, messing up the choreography. You never missed another move after that. “I love dancing.” You brought your eyes back to his.

Baekhyun’s eyes studied your face, your eyes were blank but you displayed such a full smile. He knew you were hurting right now. Placing his hand over yours in your lap he turned to fully face you.

“And I know just the way for you to become a star doing it.”

Your back hit the wall as you read over the card Baekhyun gave you. It had all the information you needed, the number, address, names. You felt nervous reading it each time, could you leave your club for a bigger opportunity?

“How do you know these people?” You questioned Baekhyun who brushed off your question. “Dont worry about it. Dont you want to broaden your options and start your own career? Y/n you’re talented, you shouldn’t let it be unknown.” He sighed watching your hesitant eyes. “Look, these people can make help you do that. I know them well, just call me if you consider it.”

His words played through your head. “Y/n you’re talented, you shouldn’t let it be unknown.” Sighing loudly, you put out your cigarette before going back into the club. Tucking away the card back into your bag you sat in your chair. You touched up your makeup lightly, sliding on your stockings and heels. One of your coworkers walked by, stopping by your chair.

“Hey girlie, how’s Chanyeol doing?”

“Chanyeol?” You raised a brow. “I haven’t seen him in a few days, dont know where he ran off to.”

“Y/n…” She gasped, “Have you not heard what happened?”

Your heart stopped for a second, “What do you mean?”

“Chanyeol was beat up badly for trying to steal from one of the customers. I presumed he was with you at home resting or something.” The girl’s brows were furrowed confused.

“If he hasn’t came home yet, where is he?”

“They might have locked him up.” She suggests, “Or maybe he’s being held.”

You shook your head before slamming your brush onto the counter angrily, “God damnit, Yeol.” You stormed outside, calling a taxi immediately.

“Why did you come now?” Chanyeol asked with black bruised tired eyes, his nose was scratched up and his lip was busted.

“What do you mean? You didn’t even call me!” You raised your voice as you drove. “I had to find out through one of the girls!”

Chanyeol left the day after the incident, he was crashing at one of his buddies house waiting for the situation to cool down. You thought the whole thing was stupid.

“As if you could do anything.” He laughed darkly, it stung. “We know what you’re only good for.”

His words jabbed your heart, piercing it and leaving you upset. You put up with Chanyeol because you two had history.

“Drop me off at the club, I need to talk to one of the guys.” He said lighting a cigarette. The rest of your day was shit, working your ass off then going home to do nothing until the next day came.

You sat in the dressing room staring at yourself wordlessly, you had no thoughts in your head it seemed. You felt stressed, stressed because of Chanyeol. Worried about the club being shut down.

Baekhyun’s words rang through your ears again.

“Y/n you’re talented.” You held onto it as long as you could. You walked out the back door of the building to get some fresh air, your anxiety was rising. Your anger levels too.

“Where are you going?” Chanyeol shouted. You turned around with an upset look. “Come here.” He commanded. “I have to get ready for our show, Yeol.” You said with a clenched jaw.

“What the fuck is your issue?” He heard the annoyance in your tone, “You should cut the bitchy act it doesn’t suit you.”

“Shut the fuck up, I go pick you up because you’re too fucking lazy to drive your ass to work and this is how you treat me? I was the only one concerned for how you were and you call me a bitch?” You couldn’t help the angry tears that stung your eyes as you shouted at him. Your pent up emotions were to tip over and spill any day now.

Chanyeol became more irritated seeing your eyes water, “Go ahead fucking cry. I wish you were like half of the bitches in this place, they know how to listen unlike you.” Your heart stung as he insulted you, “Listen? If we’re going there how about you not stealing in broad daylight you fucking idiot—“

Smack.

You fell to the ground, the gravel scraping your knee. You held your cheek as you stared up at him.

“Are you going to shut the fuck up?” He raised his hand, you flinched back, hitting your head on the wall. “Go home, you’re not performing tonight.”

“W-wait—“ You scrambled to your feet, reaching out toward his walking figure.

“I said go home.” He yelled, turning around so fast you flinched once more. His eyes wandered down to your bleeding knees and ripped stocking. “Or go make yourself useful. If they’ll take you looking like that.” He laughed dryly, before slamming the back door in your face.

You sat at an empty bus stop, nothing but your purse with you. Your head leaned against the glass behind you, resting. Your mind was empty, you were tired of thinking. Your eyes were sore from crying and your knees stung, you had no money for the bus fee. Chanyeol took your wallet.

The only thing you could do was just stare blankly at the clouds in the sky, watching the bus stop every once in a while. You waved them off as you had no money.

You closed your eyes, exhaling deeply. The sound of screeching tires filled the air, you looked up seeing a black car reverse, stopping in front of you. The window rolled down.

“Y/n?”

[aurora-daily]

AURORA for Majestic Detroit

Every time I make an album I feel like I know why I’m here,” smiles beloved-to-millions singer, songwriter, unexpected TikTok sensation and omnipresent pop enigma Aurora. “There are so many dark forces roaming around the earth but music can be such a beam of light, if you allow it to be.” In a world so beautifully overrun by multifaceted pop artists, Aurora leads the pack. Admired by many of her peers — from Billie Eilish, Troye Sivan and Doja Cat to Katy Perry and Shawn Mendes — there’s a strong case to be made for Aurora being your favourite popstar’s favourite popstar. You know Aurora, even if you don’t know Aurora. So yes, that was Aurora’s face beaming out into the darkness during the Chemical Brothers’ 2019 Glastonbury headline slot, but yes that was also Aurora’s voice on 2015’s John Lewis Christmas ad. There she was at the 2020 Oscars, performing her contribution to Frozen 2’s pivotal track Into The Unknown, but there she also was at Coachella and at Lollapalooza, and across all those US talkshows, and that’s her music on millions of TikToks and, well, you get the idea. “I suppose I am a diverse human being,” she laughs. “But then, I think all people are, deep down. I just do what I want. I’m like an animal sometimes — to be honest most of the time I relate to the animals more than humans.” In 2019, approximately 48 hours after she released the second instalment of her two-part second album A Different Kind Of Human, Aurora started thinking about her next release. “Making music is my favourite thing to do,” she reasons, “so why should I not do it all the time?” Except this time her thinking was a bit different. She thought about extremism, the creation of enemies and moral superiority; false good and false evil. She thought about religion and then she thought about the concept of shame. “I couldn’t get past the sadness of how much shame is afflicted on us, just for being human,” she remembers today. “Shame for natural urges, and natural things. Shame that’s been so hurtful for so many groups of people. We beg forgiveness for not being perfectly divine, even if in many ways we are, actually, quite perfect.” She went to Australia and wrote Cure For Me, a song about unshackling from shame. It made her think of Panacea, the Greek goddess of remedy. Something was starting to make sense. “I realised my first album All My Demons Greeting Me As A Friend was very internal: its message was, if you’re having pain, accept that pain and be with it. The second albums were about how, once you’ve mended yourself, you can look outwards and see if you can do something for the world.” Now what if, Aurora wondered, her third album completed some sort of triptych? What if, after looking inward, then outward, she now looked skyward? “And that,” Aurora says, in the way that only Aurora can really say it, “is when I rented a castle.” She chose Rosendal, a structure surrounded by mountains, to record the rest of the album. The result is The Gods We Can Touch, an elegant but provocative album about shame, desire and morality, seen through the narrative prism of greek mythology. In each of the album’s songs we meet a different god. On Exist For Love, it’s Aphrodite; with Everything Matters it’s Atlas; God of endurance. We also meet Persephone, queen of the damned (on Heathens), Morpheus (This Could Be A Dream) and Peitho, the personification of seduction and persuasion (A Dangerous Thing). “The Greeks had gods and goddesses for everything,” Aurora notes. “For anxiety, for wine, for sex… Long ago when this concept of gods and goddesses started they were more human, more relatable, and almost touchable. Most importantly, they had flaws.” It’s through those perceived flaws in even gods and goddesses that Aurora has been able to explore the redundant concept of shame. “In short, this album is a celebration of the things we should never be ashamed of,” she adds. In the middle of it all we find core values like instinct, empathy and a sense of adventure. We also find acceptance, in Aurora’s words, “of what makes us different.” Giving In To Love, one of the album’s key songs, celebrates that difference. “It’s about not letting yourself be distracted by the demands of the world, and not forgetting what makes you divine,” she says. “There are so many factors in the world today that make it extremely hard to be human. Most of those things that affect our mental health and, and self image and our pride.” She mentions Prometheus, the Greek god of fire who created humanity from clay. “Giving In To Love,” she says, “is about seeing the value of the fire that we keep within us.” Growing up surrounded by forests and mountains near Bergen, Norway, Aurora first felt the compulsion to sit alone and create at six years old; by the time she was twelve she’d written Runaway, a song that would later receive a full release and, later still and thousands of miles away, inspire another twelve-year-old, Billie Eilish, to make her own music. “I didn’t understand where the melodies or words came from,” Aurora admits. “I used words whose meanings I didn’t even know. But I knew I felt good. And I couldn’t stop. It’s been all-consuming ever since. Sometimes I struggle to find meaning in anything else, because nothing else can compare.” Aurora’s success happened quite by accident. When a local performance was posted online Aurora, still just 15 years old, was tracked down by an impressed manager, who asked if she wanted to be an artist. Her response was instant: no. “I didn’t see any point in becoming an artist; that’s not that was driving me,” she remembers. But when she realised she could become an artist without jettisoning her individuality or her strength of spirit, that no turned into a yes. And since 2015 that yes has turned into platinum discs, a million album sales and a billion streams. And surprises along the way. The Gods We Can Touch was originally planned for a slightly earlier release, then an unexpected TikTok trend brought Runaway to a whole new global audience meaning that six years after release and 14 years after it was first written, Runaway was clocking up 300m daily views. “I find it as refreshing as it is surprising,” she says now. “Sometimes there are forces bigger than us, urging us to change our habits and plans. I just let the world go where it wants to and take my music where it wants to take it.” With Runaway’s success complicating her album’s planned release date, Aurora embraced the situation and wrote two extra songs: Giving In To Love, which became pivotal to the album’s essence, plus You Keep Me Crawling, a song about powerplay and relationship dynamics. “I’d been trying to explain the soul of this album,” she says, “and when I made You Keep Me Crawling it felt like the last word. After I had written it, I wasn't hungry for more. I felt like I was satisfied.” When you hear The Gods We Can Touch you’ll realise the story, spectacular as the last six years has been, is only just getting started. The album finds Aurora reunited with longterm producer Magnus Skylstad, and this time she’s also pulled together a carefully-curated cast of collaborators: from guitarist Fredrik Svabø, to previous collaborator Askjell Solstrand on piano, to French singer songwriter Pomme (who contributed French translations to Everything Matters), and renowned bandoneon player Per Arne Glorvigen on, well, bandoneon. A lot of what you’ll hear on the album, from instrumental contributions to Aurora’s own vocals on songs like Artemis and Exist For Love, are first takes. “It’s just that kind of album,” Aurora smiles. “That’s the energy I wanted.” The spontaneity of the recordings combines with the painstakingly constructed thematic elements to conjure an intoxicating album that’s somehow both immediate and timeless. It sounds a lot like an album that was made in a castle. Aurora recalls that when she arrived at Rosendal and began converting its old stable into a recording studio, she noticed the beauty of the nearby forests. “The leaves on the trees were the most wonderful colours,” she remembers. “By the time we left, with the album finished, the trees were naked and it was snowing.” Something had changed. Something in the trees that had enveloped the recording sessions, for sure, but for Aurora herself something else had shifted. “With every album I try to figure out what music means to people and why it’s so important,” she says. “I ask myself: ‘What would people wish to hear right now? What words do they need to hear? What could do good?’” In answering that question, she’s recorded an album that celebrates how spectacular each of us can be, by reminding us how unspectacular we also are. “It’s easy to make people believe they’re crazy, and it’s scary how quickly we can believe it,” she says, returning to the album’s central theme of shame. “We’re told we’re not normal. But we are. We’re so very, brilliantly normal."

[passionanddarkness]

Oh my god I totally loved your idea (I mean it I’m not saying just because lol) it’s just sooo sweet 😭

My initials are EA, I’m a taurus and my pronouns are she/her. I would like the second option, please. (romantic relationship related)

Thank you so much 💕💕💕

🐧

Energy:

Girll you hit the jackpot.

Major soulmate energy!!

He'll be your best hype man 💕

He'll be so supportive and so damn proud of you ✨

Life is full of unexpected changes, and love is no different. your relationship, perhaps one that you didn't see coming. These aren't necessarily bad things, but adjustments may have to be made.

So maybe you'll meet him during a time, you were planning on being in a relationship but here he comes 🏃

What does he thinks of you

He considers you to be a mother-figure who is caring and empathetic but also someone who should not to be messed with.Moreover, they may consider you to be beautiful in your countenance. Royal savage energy

What does he feels about you

In his eyes you are the best person he ever met. He puts you on the pedestal. He is sure you are his soulmate.

What does he think of the relationship

they have found a soul mate but they are trying to stay balanced. 

The feelings are normally balanced about love - and they are wondering if the relationship is worth the “time taken” on their part. There is a focus on weighing up of emotions as they can be rather analytical in the approach to internal feelings. 

There is a focus on a person trying to approach a situation with the right intentions but they are worried about messing it up. They are trying to hide their lustful emotions and come across as more formal in their approach. So, in essence, they are weighing up various options of a serious relationship. But are all the same cautious?

What do you think of him

He may have shown himself to be contrary to what you have expected. His actions may seem unpredictable. He may challenge your inner belief systems. It may refer to the way he entered their life or how he have changed as a person. He'll transform you spiritually. He may change your point of view of him and life in general.

I guess he didn't make a good first impression. At first you may think of him as someone Hotheaded with an explosive temper and very domineering.

What do you feel about him

You have deep feelings for him. You can feel there is a soul connection between both of you. You might understand each other almost telepathically or feel as if you have known a person for a long time, even if you just met. You'll feel deeply connected to him.

What do you think of the relationship

You think this relationship is unhealthy for you given how much you are attached to him. You'll feel this relationship has many up and down. Many up and down of emotions. You will feel like he came in and turned your world upside down. Many truths may come out during it. You'll feel like you are always in for a surprise. I admit it can be very overbearing. In the end choose yourself if you can't handle it. Your mental health is main priority.

Advice

Keep a positive attitude. Stay focused on what you want – and have faith that it will work out.  The Universe rewards a positive mindset.

Listen to your instincts.

Step back and look at the positives and the negatives. What is your inner voice telling you? 

things will be slow to come to life. If you want to speed up the situation then you need to be positive, but accept that things will take time. The main point here is to “go with the flow” do not make things unnecessary and eventually things will happen. There is a danger to want to push a relationship so it is perfect, and trying to create an “ideal” relationship. Something that you have dreamed of all your life but you need to focus on the here and now.

I'm so happy for you 💜

Since it was a long reading. I'd appreciate if the feedback is minimum 10 lines.

Have a nice day .🐧

[watermelonsugawara]

Just Like That

...

❥ character: daichi

❥ warnings: nsfw under the cut, alcohol, just a lil booty shakin, aged up

❥ a/n: damn this is taking me forever... i kinda popped off on daichi.. who’s surprised NOT ME LOL also this is my first nsfw post dont bully me im sensitive

❥ summary: fem!reader feelin sexy and giving Daichi a lapdance. That’s really all there is to say LMFAOO

❥ wc: like 500ish jfkdjf

...

Thigh riding Daichi is literally canon so lap dances are a must with this man

dear god imagine this man in the club, sitting back in his chair, watching your every move and soaking in your touch

A silk button down shirt, sleeves neatly rolled tightly around his strong biceps, some buttons left undone

Black jeans that hug his thick thighs, small rips along the knees

My god I need a MINUTE to collect myself yall lmao

He’s really not one to shy away from a good lap dance, I mean look at you

He gets off knowing everyone’s eyes are on you, but he’s the only one indulging in the sensation of your ass against his lap, your small hands sliding up and down his muscular thighs

Your favorite song comes on, Like That by Doja Cat

The alcohol running through your system combining with the deep bass of the music put you in a trance, your hips moving in sinful ways

You feel the warmth of his large hands on your hips through your dress as you sway to the beat of the music

Don’t be scared, I ain’t afraid

Just like that, come my way

The chorus of the music sounds even better as you throw back the last of your drink, your body fluidly moving to the beat. You could practically feel Daichi’s piercing stare even with your back to him, his aching desire almost tangible within the walls of the nightclub. This, combined with the fruity concoction settling in your stomach, spurred some newfound confidence within you.

A smirk is painted across your face as you turned away from the dance floor. Daichi noticed the subtle glimmer of mischief in your eyes and he raised a brow at you. You sauntered over to the table where your boyfriend sat, and you felt the intensity of his gaze, his eyes drinking up every inch of his girlfriend. Your dress hugged your curves in all the right places, your skin glistening from small pearls of sweat adorning your skin. The fire in his eyes causes a similar heat to stir in your stomach.

Daichi sat slouched in his chair, holding a half-empty whiskey glass and resting it on his thigh. His silk button down is opened halfway, his muscular chest exposed with a delicate silver chain resting on it, with a coin pendant of your initial. His legs are spread, his lap practically screaming for you to sway and slide against it. It was damn near impossible to keep your composure, your inner thoughts begging for him to have his way with you, but you tried your best not to falter. You were taking the reins this time and you weren’t about to back down.

You squeeze past the various people on the dance floor towards Daichi. You rest a hand on his warm chest, feeling his heart pounding as you stare down at him. “(Y/N)”, he groans, and you enjoy the trance that you’ve put him in. His eyes are dark with lust, a subtle pink flush sprinkled across his cheeks, neck and chest. His plush lips are slightly parted as he silently waits for your next move.

You walk around to stand behind him, your hands sliding from his shoulders down his chest , feeling the silky material slide against your palms. You lean down and kiss the sensitive spot behind his ear, and you feel his sharp inhale as you whisper, “is this seat taken?” Eyeing his lap, the prominent outline of his cock in his jeans looked oh so inviting.

Daichi would have rolled his eyes at your comment but he’s too overwhelmed by your teasing touches and the whiskey in his system. He finishes the rest of his drink in a swift motion, the burn of the whiskey sliding down his throat is nothing compared the feel of your fingertips dancing across his skin.

You slowly make your way back around to stand in front of him again, enjoying how Daichi is becoming increasingly impatient as each second passes by. He sets down his glass on the table next to him, watching your every move and enjoying every little touch. 

You trail your small hand across his back and shoulders until you’re standing between his legs again. Daichi looked up at you expectantly, hands resting on your hips. His eyes flickered between your face and your slightly exposed chest that was conveniently at his eye level. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh at the sight of you, the colorful flashing lights of the club highlighting your body in the most delicious ways. You spun around on your heels and held Daichi’s knees as you began to arch your back down onto him, pressing your ass against his erection, swirling your hips mercilessly as Daichi writhed under your movements. You pressed your back against his chest, feeling his breath across your neck, causing you to shiver. You continued to draw figure eights with your hips as you danced on his lap, feeling his hips buck upwards slightly. You feel a deep groan vibrate against your back as you reach a hand around to hold the back of his neck. The feeling of his hard dick nestled against your ass, his thighs flexing underneath your small hands, the warmth of both the alcohol in your system and the coil in the pit of your stomach— it’s almost euphoric.

You throw your head back and Daichi takes the opportunity to pepper kisses along your neck and shoulder. You instinctively reach a hand back to grab the hair at the crown of his head, your nails slightly scraping his scalp before you the fistful of hair a tug. A deep growl vibrates against your neck as Daichi sucks on the delicate skin, intent on leaving an embarrassingly dark mark on you. His hands have been roaming across your body as you danced, finally finding a home on your waist, his hands gripping you almost too hard, pulling you out of your confident headspace. Daichi slides his hot tongue along your ear before he whispers, “It’s cute that you think you’re so dominant, princess. When we get home I’ll remind you who’s in charge-- the night is young.

[trnquilgalileo]

NCT Dream as S1 Riverdale: MARK (1)

Featuring actual plot

|SERIES MASTERLIST|

You know Kevin, yeah this is Kevin.

ONLY because Mark left Dream for like two years and just came back (ot7🥺)

Similar to how Kevin leaves like every half season to do something???

Fair warning I barely remember Riverdale and stopped watching after S3 ep 2.

But I know my dude Kevin has like 2 minutes of screen time.

Kevin being the chiefs son equates to Mark being a church boy.

Anyway we first start of with the murder of Jason(Haechan) over the summer

Now Markie boy has a little secret

He’s been sleeping with Hyuck since last year,

so of course he was a little suspicious when Hyuck didn’t come to their meeting spot

In the middle of the woods

It ain’t looking good for Markie boy

Anyways there’s a new girl boy in town! Zhong Chenle (Veronica)

He’s the first one to greet the boy when he steps into school.

“Hello!” Mark smiles wide, “I’m Mark Lee, I’m the one showing you around the school.” He grips onto his messenger bag tightly. “This is Jisung Park” (Betty)

Chenle smiles wide, white teeth gleaming, his white button up and black slacks ironed and pressed. His sunglasses delicately placed onto the top of his head, and his wrist flashes with a Rolex.

Jisung and Chenle get along splendidly

To the point where Jisung kind of forget Mark exists.

But that’s okay, because Mark has better things to do.

For instance find his missing boyfriend? Friend? Friends with benefits? L o v e r?

Anyway Homecoming!!!

There the gang finally meet with Jaemin (Archie), Jeno (Cheryl) and Renjun (Jughead)

(In this au Cheryl is part of the gang cause Ot7)

They all welcome the new kid and Mark kind of drifts from the conversation!

And that’s okay, Jeno’s been going through a lot because of his missing twin brother

And being head cheerleader for homecoming

And welcoming the new kid

And…other…things…

Anyways, Jeno invites them over for a party at his house after the game so they go

They’re kinda obligated to

Mark wanders around the Lee mansion, his eyes trailing over the furniture and his feet planted themselves outside Hyuck’s room.

It’s been a while since he’s been in Hyucks room

So he opens the door and stands in the middle of it

Meanwhile Doja Cat is blasting downstairs

And most of his friends are drunk and most likely doing stupid shit

He sits down on the bed and just opens a drawer.

Before Hyuck disappeared, Mark has gifted him a bracelet

Scarlet red beads engraved with sunflowers.

It wasn’t in the drawer, instead it was…heroin…?!

Marks church boy instincts kick in and he closes the drawer and runs out the room.

Out of the house

And back home.

His parents and brother didn’t expect him back so early but nonetheless he smiles weakly.

Markie boy doesn’t sleep that night.

In the morning, the small sleepy town gathers at the river.

Where the police, Mark’s mother, pulls out a body.

The dreamies huddle around Mark frightened but Jeno is pulled away from the group.

But Mark doesn’t notice, his eyes only focusing on the scarlet red beaded bracelet engraved with sunflowers

“Mark.” Renjun frowns, pulling on the boy’s arm. “Come on.”

He somehow ends up in Pop’s diner, sipping a milkshake mindlessly

The gang minus Jeno start spewing theories

Chenle is surprisingly silent

“Maybe the Mafia did it.” Jamin says as a throwaway comment bitterly.

Mark slams his hands on the table, drawing attention to him.

His eyes shaking as he stares at Jaemin in pure fear.

The tears building up in his eyes as he stutters.

“Don’t say that!”

Chenle looks away.

Jaemin licks his lips, “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “But come on, it isn’t Hyuck. He’s too smart to die.” Jaemin has a sour smile on his face.

“Come on.” Chenle says, “let’s get you home.”

The ride back in Chenle’s Tesla Model X P100D is quiet.

“Just so you know.” The boy looks at Mark through his rear view mirror. “If the Mafia were to kill someone it wouldn’t be a high school boy.”

“The day of the party.” Mark says.

He doesn’t know why he’s telling Chenle this, they just met.

“I found at least a pound of heroin just sitting there in Hyuck’s bedside drawer.” He starts to laugh, “I don’t even know why I was there, I his room.”

Mark’s hands start shaking, the fear clearly pressent in his eyes. “What if it really was the mafia?”

“No.” Chenle is firm, “it isn’t.” His eyes look dark as he pulls into the driveway of Mark’s house. “It’s too clean.”

Mark doesn’t know what to do, except slowly open the door and leave.

The next day, in bio.

The police come in, and Jeno automatically stands up.

“I’m guilty.”

Mark doesn’t know what to do, but stare.

[bagels-and-seagulls]

Here's my Davenzi playlist : 4 Morant - Doja cat Basic instinct - The acid Can't look away - sea fret NFWMB - Hozier Nobody - Mitski

I. 

My God, I’m so lonely

So I open the window

To hear sounds of people 

David walks down the hall with the music from his headphones playing low to hear the sounds of the people walking by, thinking of his sister’s whispers of you might like it there, might even make some friends, but as he digs his heels into the ground he doesn’t know if she’s right, doesn’t know if he wants her to be. So he keeps to himself, keeps his shoulders hunched close and his gaze down low like the profile he’s hoping to keep, and he just thinks about making it out all in one piece, all his fingers and toes in tact even though deep down- somewhere under the pessimism and the lost hope, he wanted something a little bit more, something a little more fit for the movies. 

II. 

When I first saw you

The end was soon 

It was one of those days, those days when all he’s wanted to do is grit his teeth to pass the time and crack his knuckles just to hear the sounds, when he sees him, a boy that looks disinterested in the same way that David does, like he’s waiting for something more, something bigger, something exciting, but doesn’t want to give away the secret, that maybe this isn’t all enough. And looking at him is making David’s eyes hurt, like he was looking into the sun and there are tears brimming around the corners because it’s all just so bright, but he felt like he couldn’t look away, that he shouldn’t for some reason, that if he did, he would miss it and never forgive himself for that. So he doesn’t. He looks, and he keeps looking, and turns back to look some more. And the boy does, too. David grits his teeth again and tries not to think too much about what it all means. 

III. 

I knew that we’d be more than friends 

They meet in a doorway that feels more poetic than it was and in a way that makes David feel a little bit speechless, a little bit like his throat was going dry when the sunshine boy was looking at him like he might be the interesting thing he was looking for all this time. And that kind of attention scares David at the same time it excited him, enticed him, and for some reason, with all the warning signs and sirens going off, he follows the boy because the way his cheeks look when he smiles makes David want to keep on staring. And they share a joint and laugh at shitty jokes, and it’s terrible, awful, hearing the boy’s laugh and knowing he’ll never be able to get enough of it, knowing that something he’s wanted so badly for so long is right in front of him, within his grasp, and he can’t have it, shouldn’t even try, not if he knew what was good for him. 

IV. 

Push me back in

Silent in sin

Fight in water

want it, want it

Basic instinct

David kisses Matteo in the pool because he can’t help it, because he was a fool for thinking this was going to end any other way besides Matteo being the only thing that he wants to think about, but the way that Matteo’s breath feels on his face makes his worries of going too fast melt away in a way he’s never felt before, like he was floating, like he was weightless. And David has always felt like he was selfish and a coward wrapped together, but he tells himself that he can have this, that he might be able to keep this, if only this one time, if only for a little while when the image that Matteo has of him is still mysterious and cool and shiny and new. So David let’s himself soak in the attention, take the warmth that was in Matteo’s eyes and his touch and push it down into his heart to use on another day. 

V.

I can’t handle rejection

Seein’ my reflection, damn, no one gets it

Should I be kind and remind that I’m weak?

God, it’s everything he feels like he’s ever wanted and scares him so bad that he runs. And he runs. And he runs. And he runs and runs and runs. Because that’s all he’s ever been good at, hiding away and holding onto his secrets so tight that he’s knuckles get bruised with it. David waits for the feeling to go away, the one that said that maybe he was making mistake and the other that just wanted to feel Matteo’s hands on him again, feel his smile as they kiss because no one could touch them. God, he feels so lonely, he thinks to himself as he ignores Laura’s worried glances and Matteo’s messages as he tells himself that he’s fine. 

VI. 

And I don’t want your pity

I just want somebody near me

Guess I’m a coward

I just want to feel alright 

It all goes to shit, and David feels a little bit like he saw this all coming even though it’s wrapped together with his disappointment and something else he can’t swallow down quite right. 

VII. 

All the love you gave me

You know it made me strong

Feeling alive, now back to life 

Matteo finds him, and David feels like he didn’t expect that one, feels a little bit surprised when he sees him standing there, pissed off and ready to set some sort of record straight. But for a split second, he doesn’t know why he’s surprised because how could they end up any other way? 

David screams, and Matteo screams back, tells him that he’s wrong, that he doesn’t have to hide, that everyone rooting for him, even if David doesn’t believe him. How could he not see how cool he is, Matteo asks, and David wonders if this was that moment he’s always secretly wanted but never was brave enough to think too loud, that one that was fit for the cinemas, when the two lovers reunite and get the happy ending that both so greatly deserved, the one that ends with a kiss during the sunset. Matteo mutters under his breath that he loves him, and David hears him just fine but makes him say it again to just revel in the feel of it. Maybe this was finally it, he thinks to himself and hopes he’s right. 

[laurelleghuleh]

OCAF | Ch. 6 “Homecoming”

Warnings: read the masterlist first and check Ruth’s chart.

Songs: "Hello My Old Heart" by The Oh Hellos, "Broken Bones" by KALEO, "Streets" by Doja Cat.

LEVI'S POV

I couldn't figure out where I was.

I was surrounded by the green hills and a boundless land loomed all around me. Nevertheless, I kept walking in the meadow, without a precise goal. I thought it was a farm. There was a light breeze caressing my skin and the sun was high in the sky.

All of a sudden, I heard a voice. "Levi, my sweet Levi"

"Mom?... Mom... Is that you?"

When I saw her, she was already running towards me with her arms outstretched and her hair swaying in the air. I hugged her tightly, lifting her from the ground and I felt my body naturally responding to hers like I remembered every inch of her.

"Mom..." I whispered burring my face in her hair, placing my chin on her shoulder. For a moment a sweet feeling of peace made me feel light. I felt at home.

"My sweet little angel," she said. I believed I'd forgotten that sound, lost somewhere in my mind... But no, deep down inside of me, I knew it was her.

"Mom..." I inhaled her scent as we stayed like that, embraced. After a while she moved away a little and, staring intensely at me, she started caressing my face and hair.

Her glassy eyes looked all over my face, observing my features, my contours.

Her lips twitched as she tried to say something. I rested my head on her hands and took a breath of relief. I felt so in peace there, in her hands.

Watching her carefully, she was actually different from my memories. Her face was full, her hair strengthened, her expression quiet. She seemed in good health.

"I see you are in shape. I know you're a soldier now" she said "Look at you, all grown up, Levi..."

"Mom..." I kept babbling.

"We don't have much time, Levi. I have something to tell you...Listen to me... Don't be afraid"

"Mom, what are you talking about? I'm not afraid"

"Oh, Levi... Yes, you are... Let yourself go, fearlessly..."

"Mom?"

"Don't be afraid, Levi" As she repeated my name, the sound of her voice changed, altered, and got lower, warmer, younger. Whose voice was that?

"Don't be afraid Levi"

Her face started to blur "Mom, what's happening?" Her features faded away until I couldn't recognize her anymore. Now someone else was in front of me and that's when I saw her "Daphne? Is it you?" I asked. "Don't be afraid, Levi" she said.

A strange sensation flooded all over me. I was still overwhelmed with tranquility, still serene in those hands, even if they were Daphne's. My mother's face seemed to appear again and I was more confused than ever. I shook my head and she disappeared again, suddenly replaced by a blurred image and then definitely by Daphne's features. I attempted to touch her face, trying to stop her from switching. Their voices overlapped "Don't be afraid, Levi"

I finally managed to grab her cheek and her face stopped. Daphne was now in front of me. She was wearing a long, white and plain dress, something like a tunic.

"C'mon Levi, they're waiting for us..." she said taking my hand in hers.

I didn't protest and simply asked "Where are we, Daphne?"

"Stop it with these silly questions and follow me, Levi"

We started running across the lawn, towards what seemed to be a big farmhouse. She repeatedly turned to look at me, smiling and gesturing me to hurry up. Her smile shined brighter than the sun behind her figure. She looked happy and I was at peace.

All of a sudden, the loud noise of the military alarm violently woke me up. What was that dream? As I washed my face in the sink, I tried to rewrite my dreams and rebuild all the pieces of those blurred memories I had.

My mom. Daphne. A farm. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? I had never felt so confused and rested at the same time. After all, sleeping was not so bad.

Fuck, I am late.

I went down to the cafeteria where I found Hange and Daphne animatedly chatting.

"Morning sunshine!" shouted Hange at me. Here we go again.

"Good morning, captain" calmly said Daphne, handing me a warm cup of tea and then sliding on the table a small plate with some biscuits. A faint smile appeared on her face and I politely nodded in response.

"Did you sleep well, captain?" she then added. I knew she was referring to our last encounter. If only she knew what happened in my dreams...

"It's true, Levi, you're glowing today!" Hange stooged her.

I gave both of them a dirty look and then, burring my face in the cup, I said "Yes, thank you, I slept well". If you only knew...

While I was drinking my tea, I couldn't stop thinking that maybe what happened the night before could have been the start of something. We could have been friends, or at least not jump at each other's throats at any time. We could have tried. And yet I still couldn't figure out what that dream meant, and between one cookie and another the images buzzed in my head, to the point that I could no longer stay at the table.

As soon as I was done, I tried to leave, but my attention was caught by their conversation. Hange was trying to convince her to participate in another of her goddamned experiments with the titans. Therefore, I spoke. "Daphne serves me today," I said, grabbing her by the shoulder, urging her to stand up with me, "I'm sorry, four-eyes, next time".

"Ooooh c'mon Levi, didn't they teach you the noble art of sharing?" protested Hange.

I didn't even bother to answer her, while Daphne and I were rushing off. She turned to Hange a couple of times as if to apologize, and I pulled her out of the cafeteria by the arm.

"Thanks for the rescue, Captain" she said smiling.

What is it now? First, she calls me Levi, then captain again?

"There's no need to call me Captain when we are alone. You can call me Levi" I extended her an olive branch "But not in front of the other brats. They'd get carried away" I corrected myself.

"Ehm... Ok, thanks... I'll see what I can do about it... So, what do you need me for... Levi?"

"What?" I asked her.

I had lost track of our previous conversation as I contemplated her face asking me: "You said before you needed me today"

"Ehm...Yeah. Sure. That" I pulled myself back together "So... today we'll train with the 3D maneuver gears. Since you're already pretty skilled with that, you'll help me with the brats. And after that, you'll put them away where we usually keep them"

"Oh, great. I'm looking forward to it!" she said enthusiastically.

"I see you're in a good mood today" I told her.

"Actually, I am in a good mood..." she replied, shyly.

The training went smoothly. Except for some of them. Hopeless cases.

Daphne helped me throughout the whole session. She even showed some tricks to the other cadets. I noticed she had a peculiar way to move her blades. She rotated the blade's grip with only one or two fingers, never losing control of it. Fascinating. Rather fascinating.

When I was on my way out, I walked up to Daphne and I said, "Gather all the devices and bring them down. It'll take you a while. When you're done, meet me for lunch"

She nodded, mimicking a military salute. I almost laughed.

In the meantime, I went to do some paperwork for Erwin and after I headed down to the cafeteria. Later, Daphne joined us and we all started to eat.

At one point burst into the room Hange. She threw herself into our table, crying and breathing heavily. Daphne promptly asked her, "Hange, what's going on??"

"Sonny and Bean" she kept babbling, "Sonny and Bean... somebody killed them... somebody killed them..."

We were all shocked by that news. How was it possible? No one could have killed them without the three-dimensional maneuvering devices...

Erwin rapidly commanded everyone to not move from the cafeteria and ordered his team to patrol the castle.

I turned to Daphne, who was trying to comfort Hange, and I asked "Did you see anything odd after putting the devices back?"

She shook her head "No. I recounted them several times to be sure. They were all there. And when I came back upstairs, there was no one around the hallways. They must have taken one of them while I was already here...".

I trusted her.

"All right..." I sighed deeply "Hange, you can go to your room and calm down. Daphne, if you want, go with her. I'll join Erwin in the research...".

We had already combed half the castle and actually a couple of gears were missing, but there wasn't a shred of evidence of what happened.

Soon after I met Hange, alone.

"Weren't you with Daphne?" I asked her. "I was about to ask you the same thing... When I calmed down, she told me she'd come looking for you, to help-"

It took me a second to understand. You fucked up big time, girl.

I don't know how, but my instinct told exactly where I would have found her. I took my device with me and went quickly down to the basement.

Please tell me you didn't. Please tell me it wasn't you, I kept saying in my mind.

Once there, I found a hatch on the ground half opened and, unfortunately, I realized that I was right. You fucked up big time, Dafne. You fucked up.

I still remembered vividly that time when I rescued her down there and after a while, I heard the noise of a device, her device. There you are.

"So, you decided to get yourself killed today" I said, catching her off guard.

She was about to jump off a manhole after she supposedly had broken its sides to make it wider.

"Levi..." she said, backing away from the hole and then standing up "Levi, wait..." she continued. She looked frightened. You better be.

"You know, I must admit I fell for it, lock, stock and barrel. I believed you... I wanted to believe you. And then... And then you decided to make this huge mistake right under my nose..."

"Levi, it's not what it looks like..." she began to say.

"So tell what it looks like, Daphne? Tell me!" I yelled at her, almost growling.

"I did not kill Hange's titans! I swear! I would never do that to her, you have to believe me..." she shouted, close to tears.

"Really? And you think I'll buy it now?"

"Levi, I beg you. I'm telling the truth. I just took advantage of the situation to run away, but it wasn't me! I'm just trying to get back to the Underground... I just want to see my sister again... just for a second...I beg you Levi..." she cried.

Were you really about to leave? Like this?

"While everyone's looking for the responsible, looking for who stole the device and killed the titans, you thought it was a clever choice to run away. To steal a gear to escape down here? Have you lost your mind?" I ranted as I approached her, through the filth of the slums.

"I didn't steal anything! This device is mine!" she yelled at me "I earned it! I didn't steal it from anyone!" she kept shouting.

"This device? The device you earned by putting out to half the Underground? You mean that device?"

I didn't mean it that way, but I was too angry with her to think straight.

She suddenly attacked me, driven by an uncontrollable rage. She got bloodshot eyes and she was grinding her teeth, in a rage. Not making a special effort, I only parried her punches.

Once she noticed I didn't resist, she eyed me, confused by my reaction. Therefore, she stepped backward and fell down the hole, never looking away from me. And I didn't stop her.

I felt again that strong frustration growing inside of me. I don't know what to do. I never know how to act around her. What should I do now?

I sat there for a while, contemplating the underground from the hole. Its pungent smell came up to my nostrils and brought back to me some memories I thought lost.

You don't even understand what you've just done to me, Daphne. I can't sit here and do nothing. I have to go find her. Now. Before she gets in trouble.

Fortunately, I hadn't lost sight of her and following her, I made my way over the roofs of the capital, thanks to the gear.

She went down the street, covering herself with the cape she was already wearing before. I guess she doesn't want to catch anybody's attention.

So as soon as I touched the ground, I walked around to steal a cape and hide my device and uniform. Luckily, I found a small market stall where, after threatening the owner, I got a pretty big one.

At one point I saw her entering a small road on the left, so I hurried to reach her before I lost sight of her. Where is she now?

Around the corner, I felt a knife at my throat. "Where do you think you're going?" That was her.

DAPHNE'S POV

"Where do you think you're going?" I threatened him pointing a knife on his throat.

As usual, Levi remained calm, even if I had definitely caught him off guard.

"I'm coming with you," he said.

"Forget it" I told him and then got back on my track "You're just gonna get in my way, so get the hell out of here."

"Say whatever you want. I'll follow you anyway" he stated.

I turned around and said "Look, Levi, everybody around here knows who I am, so..."

"Then, we will keep a low profile..." he interrupted me, looking at me with a serious expression painted on his face.

"What do you think you're doing, uh? First, you called me a whore and then-"

"I never said that" he interrupted me.

"Tomayto tomahto" I mumbled as I started to walk away, leaving him back.

He followed me, so I turned back again "Stop following me"

"No" he only said. I rolled my eyes and walked away again. "Then hurry the fuck up" I commanded.

He didn't complain much, but after a few steps, he told me "But I'm warning you, as soon as we're done here, I'll bring you back up to the castle and this is not up for discussion".

"Whatever..." I replied.

However, we were already close to the brothel. Therefore, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up a ladder, from which we would have had a better view of the building. We put ourselves on the last step. It was rather small for both of us to sit straight and he was literally breathing down my neck. But neither of us seemed to mind it.

"See? Over there. That big mansion. My sisters are there" I said.

"Why such a big place? How many of you are there?" he asked.

"Do you mean my sisters? When I was still there, there were eight of us: me, Abigail, Nina, Ruth, Saejin, Tabitha, Eve and Chadia. Chadia was very old and had a few affectionate clients. She died the year before I left. There are Miss Martha and the Master. His minions, about a dozen, the stableman and many other patrons. On the ground floor, there are two betting rooms. I can't tell you how many people usually hang out there, but not a few, especially at night. Looking at it now, I'd say there are even more than I remember..."

He nodded, analyzing the building "Yes, I already see a dozen only through the windows, four at the entrance, two in front of the gate...What were you thinking, uh? Let's ring the bell and say hello to everyone, perhaps?"

I twisted around to confront him. How dare you...

Turning my face, I realized how close we were. Our eyes locked under the hoods and for a moment I forgot what I wanted to say. I swallowed as I couldn't take my eyes off his. I hate the way he makes me feel.

"So?" he asked me, bringing me back down to earth.

"There is a passage..." I coughed " There's a passage I know that's gonna take us to the back of the brothel. If we're lucky, we might not find a lot of surveillance and be able to get upstairs".

He nodded and once back on the road we descended into a small and old aqueduct and finally we arrived right where I wanted. We hid behind a fence covered with weeds to inspect the building.

"Great. It's packed with these pricks. Lucky us" he commented sarcastically.

"Shut up or we'll get caught" I whispered at him.

"Look, I see someone coming outside..." he told me turning my chin in the direction of the building. At the back door appeared two men carrying a body, a dead body, and throwing it to the ground, next to the trash.

I froze up. That's not possible, I thought. Ruth.

They had thrown that body in the trash, as if it were garbage.

I would have recognized her among a thousand. It was Ruth. My poor little Ruth.

Her ebony skin was covered with pustules and various wounds, her little face was swollen. But I knew it was her. Her figure, her clothes, her hairstyle. It was her. Ruth.

For a moment I felt myself fainting. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding, crushing against my ribcage. "Ruth... Ruth..." I babbled.

Then suddenly, blinded by the pain, I shouted her name, crying desperately.

Apparently, someone heard me and those two men turned in our direction. I suddenly felt Levi picking me up and taking me away from the fence.

"No, Ruth... How dare they... How... Ruth..." I kept talking incoherently, screaming and wriggling in Levi's arms.

I couldn't even properly walk, Levi had to carry me away. I was panting and shaking. I couldn't see straight. The images of Ruth's body thrown out of the door repeated in my mind nonstop. I was only able to whisper her name or "Levi, Levi..." as he continued to carry me away from there.

"I'm not sure but I think they are following us now... Please, Daphne, move" he said still holding me tight under his arm.

"I-I can't..." I managed to stutter. I felt like everything around me was spinning and I couldn't regain my composure. Luckily, Levi was supporting me all the way.

"Ok. Now, they are definitely following us and I have bad news for you. They have the 3d maneuver gear too. We can't afford to pick a fight here. We need to change our route and find a quiet place to use our devices without being seen... C'mon Daphne, you can do it" Levi said.

I was still shaking as Levi suddenly turned right. He had practically lifted my whole body from the ground and as soon as we got there, he gently put me back down.

"C'mon I think we made it..." he whispered.

But at some point, a pair of men came out from an alley and we had to rush and change our route again. We ran away from them, hiding between the flock of people and we made it again in another deserted lane.

"Play along, I think I have a plan" announced Levi.

After getting into another street, Levi suddenly pushed me against the wall. He put his forearm over my head, hooding my figure under his coat. I still couldn't stop panting.

"Levi... Levi" I continued babbling.

"Shh, be quiet, they are coming" he whispered getting closer to me.

"Levi... Ruth is dead, t-that was her body... and she-" I stuttered, still shaking.

"I know, but please Daphne, calm down, calm down..." he said placing his forehead on mine "Shh... they are coming" he kept saying.

"Levi... Levi...I-I...Ruth..." I stuttered.

I was trying to pull myself back together, but everything seemed to blur. I couldn't slow down my breath and all I could feel was a deep pain in my chest. I put a hand on my heart and I whispered again "Levi..."

"Please, shh..." he hushed me again.

I felt one of his hands hooking mine on my chest, he looked into my eyes intensely and all of a sudden, his lips found mine.

My heart was pounding so fast in my chest I could only focus on how soft he felt against my mouth. He was gently pressing his lips on mine, but as soon as I squeezed harder his hand, he inhaled soundly and let a warm breath out of his nostrils. He immediately pulled me in and now we were glued to one another.

It felt so addictive I couldn't allow that moment to end.

As soon as I felt him slightly moving away, with my free hand I grabbed his coat and crushed my lips against his, again and again. He didn't protest and rather lowered his forearm, sliding his hand under my hood, running his fingers through my hair. I felt my knees getting weaker as he parted his lips allowing my tongue to slip inside his mouth.

Nothing else existed, all my senses were absorbed by how intoxicating he tasted.

My hands found his chest and then his neck, so I pushed him even closer to me. I was kissing him like my life depended on it.

A suffocated moan slipped out of my mouth as I felt again his hot breath and he almost lost it. I suddenly became aware of how aggressively he was responding. It felt like he wanted it so badly. As much as I wanted it too. So, I let myself go, completely, and the air got thicker. I felt my cheeks flushing, I was out of breath. None of us dared to break off that kiss. When his hands found my waist, I felt lightheaded. His touch was so gentle while his lips were hungry, possessive, consuming.

All of a sudden, he stopped and pressed his forehead on mine. We eyed each other, both out of breath. Our lips were swollen and our cheeks red. I didn't know what to do or say.

Levi swallowed noisily and then whispered, still pressed against me "I think they're gone. We have to head back now...".

[julienschuester]

THE THEME IS RICH BITCH Y2K (FT. JULIEN & IVY)

WHO: @ivystjamess​ & @julienschuester​ (mentions of @darcyclarington​) WHERE: crawford county academy  WHEN: friday, october 2nd WHAT: Julien and Ivy go to the Crawford Canaries invitational to scope out their show choir competition. 

JULIEN: For once, Julien was not pressed about the competition in the show choir circuit. With Link and Trace gone from the Warblers, he knew the private school boys didn’t stand a chance. As for the Canaries and Vocal Adrenaline? He wasn’t pressed about them either…not with their current leadership. As far as he was concerned, the New Directions were a shoo-in for first place at sectionals. Maybe he was overconfident because he was still riding out the high of beating the Trouble Tones, but alas. Despite his certainty in the talent of their team, he and Ivy still decided it would be smart to go to the Crawford County and Carmel High Invitational performances…just in case. It was never a bad idea to scope out the competition. When they arrived at Crawford, they did their best to keep a low profile and shuffle into whatever seats they could find in the back of the auditorium. “I always forget but this school is like…way nicer than ours,” Julien whispered to Ivy once they were situated, slumping into his seat as he carefully looked around for any familiar faces. “Is it bad that I’m not worried?” he added quietly into Ivy’s ear, sitting up and casually putting an arm around the back of her seat, “like…I just have a good feeling about this year. There’s no way we’re not going to go all the way to Nationals.” When he finished rambling for the sake of rambling, he pressed a kiss to his girlfriend’s cheek right as the red curtains on stage were drawn and the Canaries took the stage in perfect formation. Julien almost cartoonishly gulped when the girls started singing an acapella version of ‘Fancy’ by Doja Cat in perfect harmony. Crap. They were good.

IVY: Unlike Julien, Ivy always anticipated competition to be tough. It was a strategy to push herself to be better and ensure a win by potentially over working. Though to the untrained eye she may look arrogant, there was always a little bit more to it than that.  Sure, she fronted with an ego the size of Texas, and while there was some truth behind that, but above all else Ivy St.James was a serious competitor. She knew she could handle anything thrown her way, but that came from years of harsh training with a team of her parents, vocal instructors, and dance teachers. The same couldn't be said for her fellow glee clubbers. She didn't play around when it came to competing. If she couldn't close out her high school career with two national titles, what was the point in even staying in New Directions? As much as she cared for Julien, he was a Schuester through and through. For him it was about the journey and the teamwork and making everyone feel good. While her Mom had a little bit of that in her, Ivy was purely her Father's Daughter when it came to a competitive standpoint. It was nice to spend some time one on one with Julien as a couple even if they approached their captaincy differently. Holding hands and stealing pecks as a public item was foreign, but entirely welcome. It made her feel warm and good and almost entirely distracted from the task at hand. Almost. Tucked away in the back, Ivy laughed softly at Julien's comment, "Well duh it's nicer than our school. It's a private school for rich girls. My parents almost sent Eli and I here. Or Carmel. Thank god even back in middle school I was like the ultimate charmer." the playful rambling was cut short as Ivy cast a serious look in Julien's direction while he spoke about nationals, "Listen, Jules, I'm like really loving this optimism. Just don't let it let us get sloppy." she advised, though instantly softened as his lips pressed against her cheek. Soon enough, the Canaries set had begun. It passed in a flash of perfect harmonies, innovative choreography, and an overall clean performance. It was stunning. Despite being entirely rattled, Ivy tried not to make that apparent during the performance when her and Julien exchanged looks. He'd get discouraged way easier than she would. There was no way the New Directions were at that level technically yet. So while Ivy would proceed with a little more force than before, she wasn't going to freak and psych out her co-captain. As the lights came up, Ivy shifted, trying to seem casual as she looked at her boyfriend "So, like, what did you think?"

JULIEN: Julien stared at Ivy dotingly as she spoke, scrunching up his nose at the thought of Ivy being a Canary or god forbid a member of Vocal Adrenaline. “That would’ve been so weird,” he responded with a chuckle, making a mental note to thank her parents one day for not sending her to either of those schools. Before he could say more, the mood between them shifted as Ivy’s tone became more serious. He nodded along with what she was saying. “I know,” he said matter-of-factly, “have I ever let us get sloppy?” The answer was...probably? Even though Julien had been doing musical theater his entire life didn’t mean the rest of the New Directions had and sometimes it showed. More often than not though, Julien wanted to have fun. Of course the end result mattered, he wanted to win like...really badly. But he wasn’t a performance robot. He just loved to perform. And at their best, the New Directions felt like a family. That was the part of it that he liked even more than winning. Julien smiled at Ivy after he kissed her cheek, holding her gaze for a moment as that welcome warmth spread through his chest. This was nice. He was so distracted by just looking at her that he almost forgot what they were at Crawford for—and then the music started. Julien watched the performance from start to finish with his jaws dropped. Darcy and her teammates sounded perfect, they hit every beat with the choreo, and the entire performance was creative and overall fun. When the performance was over and the lights came up, Julien sunk into his seat and pressed his fingers into his cheeks as he shook his head. “What’d I think?” he retorted, letting out a deep sigh as he finally looked up at Ivy, “they had money guns. We had...bedazzled cowboy hats?” He sat up straight and leaned closer to her, returning to the hushed tone he’d been using earlier, “they were like...way better than I thought they were going to be. That setlist had Darcy written all over it. We...” he shrugged defeatedly, “we have to step up our game big time huh...”

IVY: Ivy continued rubbing her lips against one another in less of a nervous motion, but more of a 'i'm biting my tongue.' ordeal. Julien was endlessly sweet, which was one of the many things she absolutely adored about him, but kindness only went so far when it came to the very serious matter that was show choir. Usually Ivy's first instinct was to be brutally honest-borderline mean for the sake of bettering the team or at least clarifying where she stood. That wasn't the case with Julien though. Rather than give him a list of times his cheery disposition had lent to some New Directions sloppiness, she let the question pass as she brushed the back of her hand again against his cheek. She knew well enough they'd probably never see eye to eye about certain things when it came to running the New Directions, but seeing as he was her boyfriend she wasn't exactly looking to get into an argument with him about it. If Julien was the one to be all gushy with the team, and Ivy was the one to whip them into shape, then that would be the new routine. As much as she wanted to forget why they had come to Crawford and just enjoy being alone with Julien, the performance beginning on stage made that kind of difficult. Ivy may outwardly deny the talent of her rivals like Darcy and Rory alike, but she wouldn't be willfully ignorant about what she saw in front of her. The props weren't a problem she could tackle as long as Mckinley had a budget the size of her pinky nail, but if they didn't want to get blown away and swept out of the competition completely, Ivy had already settled with the fact she'd have to buckle down. Her current task at hand was to keep Julien from panicking completely. Even if she was slightly panicked, she couldn't let him see that, "Look, Julien it'll like, be fine." she told him, though didn't seem entirely convinced of her own words. "If we can't get props we'll just like, have a more clear direction, train harder, it'll all work itself out." Ivy attempted to assure him further by holding out her pinky to indicate how serious her promise was, "At least, like, as long as I'm your Co-Captain."

JULIEN: Julien never clung to any opinion steadfastly and it was easy to sway him in a different direction when it came to most things. He was also bad at saying no, and when he did say no (rarely), all it took to get him to say yes was asking him twice. So despite his initial fear after seeing the Crawford Canaries give a near-perfect performance, hearing Ivy’s words of assurance soothed him drastically…even if they weren’t actually all that comforting. “You’re right,” he said with a nod, glancing up at the stage in time to watch the Canaries disappear behind the curtains, “we’ll be fine.” He took a deep breath and sighed, clapping his hands down on to his knees as a way to punctuate the statement. “We’ll be fine,” he said again, doing his best to convince himself, “we just…gotta try harder, like you said. We probably like…need a plan or something. You’re way better at coming up with that stuff than me but…I’ll back you up.” Ivy was more cutthroat than him and he knew that. Even though he didn’t always think that was what the New Directions needed, he knew it was effective. That was why they made a good team, in his eyes. They balanced each other out. “Come on,” Julien said after a moment, standing up and taking Ivy’s hands to pull her up as well, “let’s get out of here. I’m all show choired out for the day.” He quickly kissed her before leading them out of the Crawford auditorium, leaving his glee club woes behind him and looking forward to spending the day with Ivy not as co-captains, but as a couple.

AND SCENE. 

[mcousland]

☎️ ♈️♉️☑️ And the 3 important people one cuz a bitch ain’t got time to find that one lmao 💛💛 for elide, bonnie, and manon

thanks ari :3c // headcanon meme

☎ :  my muse’s ringtone

Elide — Juicy by Doja Cat. 

Bonnie — Good Girl by Carrie Underwood. 

Manon — God is a woman by Ariana Grande.

♈:  the most daring thing your muse has ever done

I may be forgetting an obvious moment, but off the top of my head for Elide,, I would have to say a sequence of actions in Falmont. (Falmont is a city of vampires in the Northern region of Orothell in the world of Andaria, AKA the Lansing Campaign setting.) The city was being marched on by members of the Clandestine Providence cult and they had already set it alight as part of their siege of the castle, fires were burning all throughout and vampires were being dragged from their homes and killed in the streets. The party, along with a handful of NPC allies, were watching the chaos from the castle above, standing on a skywalk between two parts of the building. The rest of the party seemed to be frozen in place, but Elide couldn't stand there and do nothing. So she hopped onto the silver dragon companion they had with them (a whole other story) and directed her through the city. Elide utilized the dragon's cold breath to put out fires and block paths that the cult soldiers were using to advance in an attempt to buy time for escapes and coming up with a plan, and took the risk of diving down into the streets to rescue a vampire from being killed. 

Bonnie hasn't really,,, done much. She was sheltered for the better part of two and a half decades, and somewhat remains the same in False Cross even amongst the outlaws and whatnot. Perhaps it was when she finally bit the bullet and defended Morgan when her father was on another rant about how he was an outlaw and he'd only ruin her life, when she finally had enough and made the on-the-spot decision to leave home right then and be with Morgan instead. It's not an act of heroics or divine bravery, but it was the first time she saw what she wanted and took it despite her parents' wishes and forbiddance. 

Alright well, I don't have a lot for Manon yet and the campaign hasn't begun so there isn't much to go off of, sooo… She made a pretty daring fashion choice once, I suppose. Tiddies nearly out, heels just high enough to concern the passersby, wearing the colors of a noblewoman who boldly demanded nobody wear them just because she could. One day I'll have an actual answer for a question like this, but alas.

♉:  is my muse prone to jealousy?

Mm… Elide is not so much jealous as she is territorial, really. She doesn't think anything will happen between a partner and some random person flirting with them, but there's always that instinct to press herself to their side and make it Very Apparent who she is. 

Bonnie? Jealous? Not at all. Frankly, she finds the idea of jealousy a bit odd. Why feel such a way, aren't you confident in your partnership and happy?? The only time Bonnie gets jealous is when someone has a candle or blanket that she wants tbh.

(Manon voice) No reason to be jealous when a partner clearly already has the best ;) ..... Yeah, a little. Underneath the confidence she boasts, she has lots of insecurities that easily play into her getting jealous.

☑:  something my muse has accomplished that they’re proud of

There are,,, So many options to choose from here, but it didn't say the thing Elide's proudest of, so—it's not a grand feat or anything, but she's proud of managing to meet face-to-face with her uncle Ulrich without making any attempt to attack him. He has hurt the people she loves (and countless others) so deeply and has been smug about it on multiple occasions, it took an immense amount of willpower to keep herself in check in his presence. 

Bonnie had a baby! Such a cheap, Mom answer to give but if she's proud of anything, she's proud that she had the strength to go through the entire pregnancy process and make it through the birth. 

Given that Manon was never overly interested in becoming an adventurer and was content sticking to the noble's life, she's fairly proud of how quickly she was able to train in the ways of a rogue. She was never one for weapons, and she still is only truly comfortable with daggers, but she somehow managed to get there in the end.

웃:  three people that are important to my muse

Elide — Tyrus Rhogar: her boyfriend and fighter mentor, Elide is convinced they were destined to come together and believes she would go a bit mad if she lost him. Mikael Harker: her father, the softest man she has ever known and would do anything to protect from the world she has stepped into. Rowan Caerdonel: her ex, a young love that went wrong but will always hold a special place in her heart; after rescuing him from the clutches of the Providence, she wants nothing more than to make sure he stays safe. 

Bonnie — Morgan Clark: her [now] husband, the outlaw she recklessly fell head over heels and abandoned her old life for. Holland van Daal: "mayor" of False Cross and essential King of all outlaws, someone who she was initially terrified of but has grown to admire and trust. Not to mom it up again but Jasper Clark, her and Morgan's son is the obvious final answer here because she would do anything for him. (Even kill, though the idea makes her a bit ill and panicked.) 

Manon — Garrett Westbrooke: a man who saved her from an attack in the city streets and quickly became one of her dear friends; one of her party members and someone she very much enjoys flirting with to fluster. Aldric Weaver: the eldest of the Weaver siblings, Manon has always been close with her brother even with him being gone from home so often for adventuring and hopes to have his bravery one day. I'm not sure who else to go with here given the lack of development and whatnot, but she likely has some noble pal that she's known since childhood.