#whimsical to be successful)

[cariocake]

im not all the way done with ep 2 of mismag but it feels like maybe magic broke because it needs the whimsy & imagination of the wizard world in s1. just the way aabria describes failures as like "you think of all the things that need to happen for there to be ice under this salamander" it feels like maybe too much 'common fucking sense' has thrown magic out of whack.

[iron-sides]

hannah ragebaited zam by insulting her mlp knowledge i love her 😭

[creephazel-mp6]

got bored and made this

[frederikvesti]

Your tags made me immediately think this

Youre obviously correct btw like leave that child alone??

AKWIDWUEHDHD LMAO 😭😭 so true of you to think of that btw

the nolan hatred i see online (especially on reddit) is so damn bizarre fr 😭 like just admit you hate whimsy. OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY, people likely seem to forget that 1. nolan put up strong results in the junior series (3rd overall in indy NXT in his rookie season, including a couple of wins and a win in 2024 before he came to indycar), and 2. this is his first FULL-TIME season in indycar and i believe he also has a largely new crew on the 6, which takes some getting used to. people seemed to see him as an underdog at the indy 500 when he was bumped, and then less than a month later when he joined arrow mclaren full time the tides turned FAST to people dunking on him. he didn’t just come out of nowhere!!!

now, im not saying he IS NOT a pay driver. but, there also isn’t enough evidence to suggest that he IS a pay driver, either. i do believe that, after winning le mans in the LMP2 category (in which menlo ventures, the company of which his father is a partner in, sponsored united autosports, the team that he drove with, of which zak brown is somehow involved), that was a turning point for the team to take a chance on him. also remember that TK was giving nolan advice during his 500 attempt in 2024, before le mans & him joining arrow mclaren in indycar even happened. i haven’t seen menlo ventures on any of his cars since le mans and none in indycar, afaik. the real reason people hate him is because he drives for arrow mclaren and nobody would give a fuck if he was driving for a team like JHR or DCR

[heartz4shauna]

i posted a tiktok comment in june of 2023. almost two years ago and it’s still getting likes. it has 63.7k likes at this point in time. when will it end

[daydreamhowell]

idk if this is a safe space for figma users, but their april fools thing this year is figpals - a little buddy that you get to customize and it follows your cursor around or just hangs out in your design file. anyway I made mine a blue snail and I gave it a green woolhat and named it michael bc I’m unwell. but whenever I have it following my cursor its little home gets a sign that says “[real name]’s Michael” 🥺 that’s MY michael

[smallhatlogan]

i think any children's fantasy novel with escapism would have gotten kids to "love reading" if it had been marketed enough

[presswoodterryryan]

The Geopolitical Importance of the Red Sea

By Mr. Fluffernutter Greetings, young adventurers! It’s your favorite bunny explorer, Mr. Fluffernutter, back with a tale that transcends borders and oceans. Today, we embark on a thrilling journey across the mesmerizing Red Sea, where vibrant coral reefs teem with life and enchanting stories await us beneath the waves. As we set sail on this grand voyage, we will uncover a story woven with…

[batbetbitbotbut]

Mooooooood

Someone in a weaving discord I'm in saw this much-jpg'd image on Facebook. They enjoyed it and crossposted it. I enjoyed it and asked if there was a source. Alas, unattributed. We would never know.

Not so! By their magical librarianship and citation-hunting powers, @ginneke tracked the image first to Pinterest, then a long-defunct blog, then a connection with the 1960s fairytale retellings of Amadel Williams-Ellis illustrated by one William Stobbs. He had the correct whimsical art style - a hit! Another server member suggested a likely candidate tale of Baba Yaga involving a cat and a loom.

Unfortunately, these books have never been digitised, not even the tables of contents, so there was no way to know whether they might be correct. And my various libraries had never heard of the books. However, for about £7 each on ebay they were within my shenanigans budget - I was invested now.

I ordered two, mostly at random. Leafed all the way through both of them, got nearly to the end with some delightful other creatures but not yet the Loom Cat...

..... and then all of a sudden there it was! In a Baba Yaga story in Round a the World Fairy Tales exactly as predicted! Success in tracking down an 80-year-old untitled children's book illustration via several people and much joy. I'm very satisfied and will put the full Baba Yaga tale in a reblog.

[wheredidthe80sgo]

there are two types of fans of the bear and those are insufferable ones and me and the people I follow on twitter

[kannagen]

i'm getting so good at doing things alone i be shopping and wandering and shit !!! i spend too much money though oopsies. doing it scared and doing it alone is working guys i can confirm 😌

[imyourjoysims2aspiration]

4t2 Conversion of Joliebean & Arethabee’s Pink Ribbons (-ish) Collection

My first successful clothing conversion set!! This was fun to convert but my lord there were some bumps along the ride

As the title says it’s joliebean and arethabee pink ribbons set from the sims 4 for the sims 2 !!

So not ALL of the pieces have been converted but they are in the works

I want to preface that I’m still a beginner so this is not a pro 4t2 converter collection

And very disappointing adding morphs was the biggest issue, the mesh tool kit auto morphs was really fucking me over and wouldn’t show. No morphs as a result of this :c So if anyone wants to help with this issue I would be eternally grateful (slide into my dms as they're always open) !

Edit: I figured out how to do morphs !! They are coming very soon 💕

!! Update: Morphs are done !! The tops and dress have both morph states but the bottoms have only the fat morph. Also the cherry coke jeans have some MAJOR clipping issues on both body types. I've tried re-doing the mesh but, in game there is still clipping. I'll try to figure out what's causing this but as of now i have no clue :/ !!

!! The download link has been updated !!

All that yapping aside under the cut is the download link and info about each item and also everything is af only !

! pls let me know if you run into any issues !

[credits: @joliebean @arethabee @jius-sims]

DOWNLOAD: SFS

Clara dress

6k poly total

30 swatches

paired with jius' suede ballet flats originally converted by @nonsensical-pixels ( not the exact same bc i had to tweak them for the dress )

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Cherry Coke bottom

10k poly total

12 swatches

paired with jius' double-strap mary janes

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Whimsical top

2k poly

30 swatches

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Flirtatious bottom

10.6k poly

30 swatches

paired with jius';' double-strap mary janes

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Lizzie skirt

4.8k poly

12 swatches

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Clara top

1.5k poly

30 swatches

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[jarofstyles]

Cabernet

This can be read as a standalone I think, but! Here is a second part of Merlot! It's spicy and sweet so I hope you guys like it. Unsure if there will be any more parts (I’m open if you guys have more ideas!) but I do love a good dilfrry.

Check out our Patreon for early access and 200+ exclusive writings!

WC- 4.1k

Warnings- smut, age gap relationship, anal (for those who asked ur welcome!), unprotected sex, cumplay, Dom/sub elements

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Harry was by far the best man she had ever dated. 

Their age gap was evident at times, but not in a bad way. It was rather cute when he had been confused about videos she sent or his own excitement to show her the movies or books he was referencing. The added element of their dynamic was learning from one another. Harry had been teaching her about publishing and helping her flesh out the first draft of her book while she sat in his office some days, helping him out in return by getting him coffee or lunch or an occasional shoulder massage when he got particularly stressed. An unofficial assistant of sorts. 

“I feel like if I have to write the word ‘said’ one more time, my brain is going to explode.” She grumbled, pushing her laptop across the couch and leaning back on it. The leather seat in his office was by far the most comfortable one she had sat on and he happily invited her to come into the office to see him as often as she wanted. It was both practical and selfish on both ends.It was easier to work in a space like this and with the understanding that Harry really did have work he was doing, she focused on her own stuff. A quiet pair of people working in each other’s company. 

Add in the fact that he was the boss man, it made it much easier for her to come and go as she pleased. 

“Mm, sometimes authors get stuck with words in their novels. They’ll have phrases they repeat a few too many times, usually gets called out in editing and fixed. It’s not a bad thing. But with words that are action words like that, there are options. Y’know, depending on the scene and tone. Murmured, muttered, peeped, whispered, whined, moaned, huffed, grumbled. Those sorts of words.” He tapped his pen against the desk as he lifted his eyes to her. 

It didn’t get old. Seeing her pretty face sitting in his office looking the way she did, much more comfortable than the night they’d first met, but still appropriate for an office setting.

Sometimes he did let his mind wander into the roleplay aspect, wondering if she had been his real assistant if he would have made a move. If Y/N was the Y/N he knew now? Probably. Scandalous. 

Today she wore a pair of black flowy pants and a matching turtleneck, but on top she had a chunky knit cardigan that was utterly adorable. It had yellow moons and stars, a deep purple color with sleeves she had to push up so they didn’t hide her hands. His girl leaned into the office aesthetic when she came in so she didn’t stick out too much but with him or when they were at his place or out together, he loved seeing her dressed in her normal clothing. She looked soft, whimsical almost. Like a little fairy. 

“Hm. Good point. I need to write down all the synonyms in my notes app and defer to that because if I’m getting tired of writing it, I know whoever ends up reading it will get tired of seeing it too.” Her lips puffed to blow a strand of hair that had fallen from her bun, brows furrowed as she failed and made her hand ready up to tuck it behind her ear instead. 

Again, cute.

“Not necessarily.” He replied, leaning back in his chair. “We’re our own harshest critics. I doubt they’re paying that much attention to that. The majority of people will be paying attention to world building, character development, plot, sex scenes, all that fun stuff. The exact wording isn’t always the most important thing. But it shows that you care about quality.” He shot her a grin. “So you will be successful.”

“Mmm… and not because I’m fucking the publishing head?” She grinned as she stood up, stretching her arms out. 

“Well. That helps.” He wouldn’t deny it. She had a leg up, but he wouldn’t publish just anything. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t publish shit work. It isn’t worth the reputation of my company. Your writing is genuinely good, my sweet.” He knew the drill by now. Her heeled boots were kicked off by the couch and she made her way over to him, the tiredness starting to hit her as she happily perched herself on his lap. 

“Good to know.” She snorted before pressing a kiss to his scruffy cheek. The facial hair had grown but he was shaping it currently. She promised she’d be okay with whatever he did to it but didn’t want anything to happen to the mustache. That wasn’t allowed to go. “What are you working on? Anything fun?” 

“No, nothing incredibly interesting I’m afraid.” His hand squeezed her hip underneath the cardigan. “I was working on some contracts earlier but every so often I pick up some submissions and read through them myself. This one is very bland, unfortunately. There’s potential, absolutely. Their writing style is lovely, but the plot falls flat and the characters are one dimensional. S’like they chose a specific stereotype and did nothing to differentiate them.” It was unfortunate.” It was a shame he came across all too often.

“It’s obvious this person is trying but they’ve never observed or met someone with these traits. I don’t think you absolutely have to follow the rule ‘write what you know’, but I think a lot of the best works come from drawing from our own experiences. Romance, for them, doesn’t seem to be a passion. They’d do better with mystery with their writing style as it is, but they have to improve on other aspects first.” 

“Is it hard for you to see stuff like that?” She asked curiously, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. “I can tell you’re a little disappointed with it, so I have to wonder if it happens a lot.”

“It does. And it is hard when you see someone with potential not living up to it but I have faith that if we send them some constructive criticism notes that maybe they won’t see it as an attack but as a place of genuine care. I’m going to have someone meet with them I think, give them my notes and have them explain it in nicer terms than the plain ones I used. Maybe they can work on it again and add more and we’d have a best seller.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I can see they care about it in the way they put details in, but it needs more.”

There was something incredibly attractive about listening to him talk about it. It was always attractive to see someone care and talk about their passions; but Harry was on another level. She could see it on his face that he was disappointed and knew the person could do better. While it made it all the more nerve wracking for her own novel, she had him working with her along the way.

He never told her where to go with her story in terms of ideas, but how to improve the mechanics. Reading over bits and telling her to take away a certain detail and add more in other places, or giving suggestions about how things could flow smoother. He’d listened to her storyboard, after showing her the author equivalent of it, and gave his honest feedback from a publisher's point of view and then from a boyfriend’s point of view.

Sometimes it was more obvious that he was the one with miles more life experience in these instances but she couldn’t be upset about it when it only aided in strengthening their relationship. 

“I see.” She looked at the manuscript on the desk with the red pen of doom. “Oof. The red pen is out… and you’ve used it a lot.” 

“Well, there are errors.” He chuffed, kissing her cheek in return. “Did you get enough done?” The word count goal had been 3,000 for today, but he didn’t make it for her. It was all on her. He simply helped keep her accountable.

“I did more. I think… 4.5?” She tilted her head trying to remember. “Now my head feels like soup.” It did feel like mush right now. That was why the laptop was closed and abandoned and she was finding comfort in the man. It was like a reward. 

“That’s ace, my dove. Amazing.” He praised. The pride he felt for her was earned fair and square. She had been applying herself more now than ever. Since their first night together they hadn’t really separated, seeing each other at least a few times a week. Her work ethic was there as she had zeroed in on what she wanted. “Why don’t we finish this up and go back to mine, mm?” 

Harry had been holding off all week. He’d gone a bit rough one night and even though she said she was fine, he wanted to give her body time to relax. As much as he loved sex, he had wanted her body to enjoy it more than anything else. Not be overly swollen and sore the next day. 

Today was going to be the day to break that. A full week of nothing but heated kisses, and she was as needy as needy could get. He felt her perk up at the mention, sitting up straighter in his lap. 

“Please! Let’s go. We can get food on the way home but I think we have some pressing matters to attend to.” She sniffed, standing from him and offering a hand to help him up. “Chop chop. Get a move on, mister.”

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Two rounds in and he knew she could take it. Her poor cunt was a mess and he knew that as pretty as it was all drippy and swollen, she had been aching for him to get a try into her other hole. They’d had a proper discussion about it, and he had effectively been edging her the entire night. Fair? No, but she knew how he rolled. The promised pleasure first, experiments after. Just in case she wanted to stop, she got something out of the night. 

She’d been warming his cock for a bit as he held her in his arms, cooing soft praises about how good of a girl she was, how brave she had been to ask for something new tonight when he felt her get impatient. She didn’t need to say it. He knew her well enough now to understand what she wanted. Pulling his cock out and rubbing the tip against her asshole, pressing against it and spreading the sticky cum over the rim.  “Want me t’fuck this tight little ass too?  Fill you from both ends."

“Wanna try.” She nodded, panting as her cunt contracted and his cum dribbled out of her pussy. “You’re so big I… I dunno if I can take it. Go slow.” Y/N knew she was slightly cock drunk but she also trusted him. He’d made her feel good already, took his time with everything else why wouldn’t she want to test this with him?

“Okay, my sweet. Just relax.” Harry wasn’t nervous, but he was cautious. His girl was precious cargo, and he wanted to make sure it felt as good as it could. He’d done the work of stretching her with his fingers, but it was going to be a challenge to get him in there regardless. He slowly pushed his thick head past the tight rim of her back hole. Watching her face intently, his own contorted with pleasure. "You're doing so good, doll," he encouraged softly. "Just relax and let me in. You can take it."

The pressure was intense, and she hissed out a breath as he slowly pushed more and more of himself into her. His thick head stretched her wide, and he paused, letting her adjust to the new sensation. "Breathe." The reminder was whispered as he realized she was holding her breath, his hand carding through her hair tenderly.

"That's it, baby. You're taking it so well. Always do so good f’me." He praised, his voice low and soothing. He slowly pushed more of himself into her, inch by inch, his thick prick spreading her wide. She could feel every vein, every ridge, as he slowly filled her up.

As he slid deeper, Harry could feel the intense pressure and stretch around his girth. Her tight little hole was gripped tightly around his shaft, the muscles fluttering and contracting as he pushed his way inside. She felt like she was being split in two, her body struggling to accommodate his bigger size- but she was. Slowly but surely, he sunk into her fully.

She had done it. 

“Fuck.” She sobbed out, clinging to him as he got down to the base. Never in her life had she felt so full that way, so stretched. Only Harry could make her feel this way. It wasn’t just the physical feeling, but the emotional one too. She trusted him more than she trusted anyone else. His guidance was priceless.

"You're doing so good, You’ve got it all in. Jus’ gotta let it adjust." he soothed, his voice strained as he fought to keep control. Giving her a moment to adjust, his hands stroking her hair and her cheeks, his thumb brushing away her tears. "You feel so hot around me, doll. So tight. Knew y’would be."

“I wanna be… I want you to feel good.” She whispered, looking at him with wet eyes. “It’s just so big. I’m tryin’ to take it.” It surely wasn't a beginner cock but she wasn’t known for taking the easy way.

"You're doing so well, baby," he reassured her, his hands never leaving her. He slowly pulled out halfway before sinking in again, a little faster this time. "That's it... take me all the way in."

It was the fourth time he did it that she felt the pleasure. Both from the action and the thatch of hair at the base of his cock rubbing against her swollen clit, making her gasp. Her eyes fell shut as she leaned her head back, slowly relaxing into the bed.

He watched her face contorted in pleasure, his heart swelling with pride. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough. As she opened her eyes, he began to pick up the pace, his hips pressing against hers. "M’so proud of you. Look at you, taking every bit of me.”

Y/N sent him a blissed out smile as her hand slipped between them, rubbing her own clit slowly as he fucked into her ass. There was nothing rushed about it, nothing frantic, and it felt good just to be. Her muscles relaxed, making it feel even better as his cock filled her hole. Soft moans left her mouth as she curled her other hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down so he was close. “Are they the best holes you’ve had?”

Harry’s face was lax in his own pleasure as he felt her tight ass clench around his cock. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his breath hot against her lips. “They are. So fucking tight, so perfect. Can’t compare them t’anything else.” He kept up his steady rhythm, loving how her body moved with his. “You feel so good. Can never get enough of you.” He whispered, brushing a stray hair out of her face before stroking her puffy lip. They were so pretty. Kissing wasn’t something he’d thought much of before, but he hadn’t kissed Y/N. She had changed everything for him. 

“Better than that silly ex wife?” She prodded, watching with a little smirk as she watched him think it over. Y/N had a feeling she was by the way be was acting,  but she wanted to hear it.

"Way better." he grunted, his hips snapping forward. "Little minx, y’just need to ask that, hm? No need to be jealous. She never gets t’have me again. Only y-you." He stuttered as her hand moved around his neck and she squeezed down hard on him. "Her holes were nothing compared to yours, doll. Nothing."

Y/N giggled as she choked him a little bit, watching his eyes widen before pulling. It was obvious that while he was the big man in charge- she could have fun too. “That’s what I like to hear. I’ll tell you a secret, Harry.” Her lips brushed his as she kept the grip on his throat. Her lips were swollen and sensitive, the coarse facial hair brushing it and making her want to moan. “None of the boys my age have ever made me cum. They never fucked my ass. Never fucked me raw. And you did it all.”

"And I'm gonna keep doing it," he rumbled, eyes burning with lust as she kissed him. His hand tightened in her hair, tugging gently and pulling her deeper into the kiss. “You’ve got a man now, no need to think of those boys.You want me t’keep being nice to you? Keep making you cum?”

“If you keep fucking me like this, I do. Want my man to be so, so nice to me.” She gasped as he pushed all the way in, balls rested snug against her ass as he slowly humped into her, the comfort of the fullness making her fingers work harder on her clit. “Gotta- Gotta prove you can keep up with me, old man. That you c-can live up to the hype. I like the bit of silver at your temples but…” Her moan was broken as he pulled out and pushed back in, jostling her. “Gotta prove why older guys are b-better for pretty little things like me.”

"Oh, I'll prove it to you," he growled, picking up pace as he pounded into her tight ass. She had no idea just how badly he’d needed her to walk into his life. Thank god she had. This was everything he had ever wanted. "And right now, you need me to wreck this little hole until you can't walk straight. You need me to show you how a real man handles his woman. I'll give you everything you crave, everything you need. You just have to let go and trust me.” The man had every intention of proving how much better he could be for her than she could ever imagine.

"Fuck, look at this cunt." He muttered, reaching down to spread her dripping pussy apart. "It's absolutely soaked, just dripping down. Love it, hm?” The smugness in his tone would usually make her scowl but there was no denying it. The proof was right there. It was undeniable. “You're so turned on, baby. It's making it easier for me to fuck this tight little ass of yours." The glossy, hard flesh glistened with slick, dripping down onto the bed beneath her. His own cum intermingled with her own, making his movements smoother as he pushed in and out of her, coating her holes with their combined essence.

Her face was a mask of pure ecstasy, her eyes rolled back in her head as she whimpered in pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Her asshole clenching and unclenching around his thick cock with each thrust, trying to milk him for all he was worth. Her body was feeling tingly, her legs trembling as he fucking into her ass, the sound of her arousal and his hips hitting her skin filling the room. She was completely lost in the pleasure, her mind clouded by the overwhelming sensation of being thoroughly fucked.

As she reached the peak of her orgasm, he took over and began rubbing her clit with his own thumb, the sensation sending waves of pleasure cascading through her body. She cried out, her pussy gushing as she came harder than she would have imagined being fucked like this. She was so overwhelmed that she could only hold limply onto his arms as he continued to pound into her, his thick cock stretching her hole as it thrust through the waves of her intense orgasm.

His face contorted, vein bulging in his neck as he struggled to hold back. "You feel too good, baby. I can't... I can't hold back any longer." His heavy balls drew up close to his body, ready to unleash another load inside of her. The feeling of her taut muscles milking him, the way she clung to him with every fiber of her being, it was too much. He was sensitive himself, but he wanted to deliver everything she wanted.

"Please, Harry...Please,come inside me... I wanna feel you fill me up. Want it everywhere." She panted, her voice desperate with need. Half of the fun of sex was seeing him lose that control he so easily held in all other scenarios. She wanted to make him feel just as good as he made her feel. He deserved it.

His restraint shattered at her words.  "Fuck, you're gonna get what you asked for."

With a guttural groan, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and let go, his hot load pulsing into her hole in thick ropes. She felt each ribbon scalding her , marking her as his. "That's it, take it all... That’s m’girl.” He kept cumming, his cock twitching as he filled her. Ribbon after ribbon filled her up until she was overflowing with his load, almost overwhelmingly so. He finally slowed, his chest heaving, before gently pulling out of her ass, his cock glistening with the evidence of their fuck.

With a sense of possessive pride, he watched as his cum began to leak out of her stretched hole, dripping down her thighs. It was satisfying in the filthiest way. Primal and caveman in every sense of the word, he loved knowing that he had done it. He’d taken every one of her holes and made her his in the dirtiest type of way. He gently spread her cheeks apart, admiring the sight of his mark leaking from her. "Look at that... You're so full of me, S’that what you wanted?”

“Mhm.” She smiled, slightly drunk on the orgasm and the fact that he had pushed her further than anyone else had before. it was a good feeling in her body, the beginnings of soreness and the calming heat of his hands as he caressed her the way he wanted. “Exactly what I wanted. Think M’gonna have to keep you around so we can do that again.”

“I’d hope so.” He laughed tiredly, pushing back down to take her mouth for another kiss. “I’m far from finished with you, sweet little thing. But I think I’ve ravaged your body enough. Think you need a bath and some tea, get you ready to sleep.” 

Aftercare wasn’t something she’d experienced in any other relationship either, but she realized now it was probably a Harry exclusive thing. He was phenomenal at it. A lot of things, honestly. He experimented with her responsibly, took care of her after every round of sex, checked in on her, made sure she was eating proper meals, and helped her with her career. She’d lucked out with him. Whatever his ex wife was thinking, she had no clue- but she wasn’t about to waste a single bit of him.

“Do you have chamomile?” She asked softly, pecking his lips in return. 

“What do you take me for? Course I’ve got it.” He scoffed, pinching her chin. “But if I didn’t, I’d find some for you. Know it’s your favorite. Added it to the grocery list, along with your cereal, your rancid battery acid energy drinks, and the sweet and salty popcorn.” 

“It’s good battery acid, I’ll have you know.” She giggled, carding her fingers through his hair. He did have a bit of gray going on the temples but it was sexy. Just hearing how much he cared and put effort into the tiny things made her giddy. 

“Yeah, yeah. We can talk about your poison in the morning. It’s time to get clean and go t’sleep. Tomorrow may be the day you write five thousand words. You never know.”

[evesfate]

✶ 7 REASONS TO LOVE IRIS!

(like you needed more!)

𝟏. iris’s ultimate rom-com fantasy? “a love triangle — but i’m in the middle. and then we all kiss in the end, like in challengers but happier.” who do we need to call to make that happen??!

𝟐. fluent in franglais? mais oui! she grew up speaking both french and english and switches between them like it’s nothing. “it’s like my brain refuses to pick just one language, but i love it.”

𝟑. she’s a big beyoncé fan!! “i saw her once in passing and i kid you not, i stood frozen for a good 15 minutes before i could go on with my day.” she confesses. “she’s truly supernatural, her music is spiritual and lemonade deserved better, i’m just saying.” so real!

𝟒. she analyzes her favorite films and shows like it’s a sport. most people watch a film and move on. iris ? she rewatches it three times, takes notes, and breaks down the color theory, camera angles, and symbolism like she’s in a masterclass. “when i love something, i need to flip it over and watch it backwards in case i missed anything.” she says. “for example: merry christmas, mr. lawrence? fucked me up completely.” spoken like a true film nerd!

𝟓. her childhood dream was to be a martial arts olympic medalist. “i’ve practiced taekwondo (a korean martial art) from the age of 3 until 15. as a highly competitive person, i loved doing tournaments, there’s nothing like having a team of people cheering for your success, truly.” as to the reason why she abandoned the idea, iris revealed that she didn’t want the olympics to be the only big thing she does in life, and she wanted to try something else. so inspiring!

𝟔. obvi, iris is a great actress. but did you know that she’s an amazing guitarist as well? “i have my father to thank for that. he taught me everything and anything i needed to know and i really fell in love with it through him.”

𝟕. she’s a disney kid through and through. “first of all, disneyland is the most wonderful and whimsical place on earth.” she continues, “and there’s disney channel too: wizards of waverly place, high school musical, violetta & miley cyrus!! i’m sorry nickelodeon but it’s not up for debate.”

[dreamgirlvibes]

I really just want to be the most beautiful, intellectual, most successful, most healthiest, closest to God, driven, ambitious, witty, gorgeous, upgraded, feminine and whimsical version of myself!

[bad-omens-blog]

The Assistant

Summary: Bad Omens gets a new personal assistant, and Noah falls hard for her. He's been hiding his feelings for her since she has a boyfriend.

Warnings: Dominant Noah. Yearning.

Chapter 1

Princess in Charge: Noah!

Princess in Charge: Noahhhhhh, wake up or I'm coming up there.

Princess in Charge: Fine, you asked for it!

Noah lounged comfortably in his bed, a playful smirk dancing across his lips as he scrolled through the flurry of texts illuminating his screen. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room, creating an inviting atmosphere. He found himself yearning for Aurora to make her way up to his room, to knock on the door with that familiar mix of urgency and playful insistence. The thought of her demanding anything of him was amusing.

In retrospect, hiring Aurora Lane proved to be a hasty and ill-conceived choice. As DOPOM experienced an explosive rise to fame practically overnight, the band found itself drowning in the demands of its newfound success. Noah, once buoyed by the thrill of touring, quickly became bogged down by a monotonous and militant routine that drained the joy out of his passion. The relentless schedule, filled with endless meetings, rehearsals, and promotional appearances, left little room for creativity or spontaneity, fostering a growing disdain for the very idea of touring.

Recognizing the toll it was taking on both himself and the band, Noah approached Matt with a simple request: to find them an assistant who could manage some of the more mundane tasks that were piling up. It was during the auditions for this position that Noah was struck by a vivid memory—he recalled the flurry of women who had flooded the interview room, each one eager to showcase her skills. Some leapt at opportunities, some tried their best to charm their way into the role, while others resorted to strategic maneuvers to stand out from the crowd. The chaotic energy of that day contrasted sharply with the sterile feeling of the band’s current reality, reminding him of the excitement and potential that had once defined their journey.

Then Aurora stepped into the room. Though she could barely lift fifty pounds, her spirit was as vibrant as a sunlit morning. To Noah, she appeared sweet as honey, and he mistakenly assumed she lacked the fortitude to lead. How wrong he was. Aurora expertly orchestrated the band, maintaining an unwavering vision that shaped their performances to her exact specifications. Beyond her role as their assistant, she took on the roles of nurse and stylist, seamlessly blending these responsibilities into her daily routine. Jolly affectionately dubbed her their "mother hen," a fitting title for someone who nurtured and fussed over the band members like a protective guardian, ensuring they were both physically and emotionally supported as they pursued their passions.

Touring became fun for Noah again, especially since he had Aurora as his right-hand woman to attend to all his needs. Seven months later, she was priceless. She knew them like the back of her hand, their facial expressions, motions of their body on stage. . . anything and everything. There was no way Noah was ever going to let her leave.

"You!" Noah turned his head when his door opened to Aurora striding in with a mug of lemon and honey tea. She set it on his bedside table before opening his closet doors to search for what he would wear. "Get up, lazy bones. You should have been showered and shaved by now!"

Noah reluctantly acknowledged that, at first glance, no one would suspect she was part of their group. Her appearance contrasted sharply with theirs, exuding a whimsical fairy-cottage vibe that felt almost surreal amidst the surrounding styles. She wore a delicate white dress adorned with vibrant red strawberries, the fabric flowing gracefully as it skimmed her knees. Her feet were nestled in elegant yet straightforward white wedges that added a touch of height without compromising her comfort. Her hair, clipped loosely at the back, portrayed a casual charm, but her bangs, rebellious as ever, insisted on cascading into her eyes. This constant battle with her hair only amplified her appearance, giving her an air of playful disarray. The overall juxtaposition of her enchanting style against the more rocker looks of her companions created a vivid tableau, one that drew curious glances and unspoken questions from onlookers.

"I don't wanna." Noah muttered as he sipped the tea, "I hate planes."

"I will be right beside you. You can even hold my hand." She teased as she pulled out the "I Can't Be Saved" hoodie and a pair of plain black joggers. She opened his drawers and pulled out socks, underwear, and a tank top. "Go take a quick shower."

Noah drained the last remnants of his tea, the warm liquid sliding down his throat, before carefully sliding out of bed, clad only in his fitted underwear. The cool air brushed against his skin, making him shiver slightly as he stood up.

Aurora, standing at the foot of the bed, held out his clothes with a pointed look that conveyed both annoyance and amusement, her gaze unwavering despite the stark contrast in their heights. He stretched his arms high above his head, muscles flexing and tensing beneath his skin, and couldn’t help but smirk. Aurora's eyes flickered to his tattoo-covered arms and hands, tracing the intricate designs that told stories of ambition, adventure, and memories. Noah knew all too well how much she admired his inked skin, reflecting her appreciation of the artistry intertwined with his physique. The moment held a unique intimacy.

"Whatever you want, Princess." He grabbed his clothes and headed to the bathroom down the hall, trying not to laugh when he heard her huff.

"These men are trying to kill me!"

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Noah groaned as they sat in the airport, waiting for the boarding to happen. Aurora was sitting next to him, tapping away on her phone, which seemed faster than usual. He did his best not to glance over at her phone. The guys tried to give her as much privacy as they could, but the way her leg started to shake and her thumbnail went to her lips, picking at any skin she could find, made him glance at the contact.

Caden: Why do you have to stay every night? Can't Alana do your job for an hour so I can see you? I haven't seen you in weeks, and I have one night off. I don't want to be stuck backstage watching you take care of four grown ass men.

Noah's brow furrowed with concern as he leaned slightly closer, sliding his arm casually across the soft fabric of her seat. The faint hint of cologne lingered in the air, mixing with the warmth of the afternoon sun streaming through the window. He let his tongue glide over his back teeth, a habit he had developed when he was deep in thought, as he struggled to maintain a steady, calm voice. “You okay?” he asked.

Aurora's gaze quickly locked onto his, a flicker of apprehension crossing her features. "Oh, um... yeah," she said, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. She bit her lip nervously, then continued, "Do you think I could take Friday off? I can make sure everything is set up for you and the team beforehand, but Caden really wants to see me. It’s important."

Noah’s gaze darted between the group of guys gathered around him: Jolly, with his infectious smile that belied his rough edges; Nick, who leaned back casually, his arms crossed and a skeptical eyebrow raised; Matt, always the jokester, cracking his knuckles with a mischievous grin; and Nicolas, always brooding, whose intense stare seemed to pierce through the air. Each of their expressions conveyed a silent message that echoed in Noah's mind—an unmistakable chorus of, “No way in hell.”

"You know the show runs much smoother with you here," Matt said, his voice cutting through the thrumming activity of the bustling airport. He leaned forward, gaze locking onto hers with an earnest intensity. "I really need your help to keep that one from becoming a total diva," he continued, gesturing dramatically toward Noah, who was trying to keep his cool, "Only you have the magic touch to keep him grounded and in line."

Aurora's blue eyes softened. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"How about we all grab a bite to eat after the show?" Noah suggested with a casual tone, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It would be lovely to get to know Caden better—after all, he's the other important man in your life." He sensed the underlying tension in his words, and just then, he felt a swift kick from Nick below the table, a subtle reminder to tread carefully.

Aurora stifled a snort. "He's my boyfriend."

Noah nodded thoughtfully, his eyes locking onto hers with a mix of heat and understanding. "I know, princess," he said softly, his voice laced with a hint of sympathy. "But," he continued, shrugging his shoulders slightly as if to dismiss the weight of the situation, "the truth is, you spend far more time with us than you do with him. That inevitably makes him the other man in your life." He paused, allowing the implications of his words to hang in the air, but she was too sweet to truly get his possessive meaning, only rolling her eyes at him.

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Noah was seething with barely contained frustration, desperately attempting to suppress his feelings and restless energy as Aurora's boyfriend of a year strode onto the stage, scanning the group for her familiar face. The dim lights cast a warm glow over the venue, but Noah felt anything but warm inside. He tightened his grip on the microphone stand, adjusting it for the upcoming performance, while his mind raced with thoughts of how this unexpected interruption would affect the evening.

The band first crossed paths with Caden Wright when Aurora joined the crew, her bright smile radiating excitement and pride in her new role. However, beneath that cheerful exterior, Caden harbored a growing unease about Aurora’s close relationship with the others, particularly Noah. Aurora often found herself drawn to him during those tranquil late-night sessions, where they would merge creativity over scribbled lyrics and the delicate tinkering of records. While her contributions mainly consisted of tossing around encouraging word ideas and providing a warm, comforting presence, Noah cherished their time together, viewing it as a sanctuary for artistic expression.

As the days turned into weeks, the bond between Noah and Aurora began to bloom, igniting a flicker of jealousy within Caden. Tensions escalated as Caden’s feelings became more pronounced. Caden’s frustration intensified whenever Aurora spent those quiet hours with Noah, prompting Noah to console her. Caden increasingly texted and called. The insecure feelings were oblivious as Aurora's relationship with Noah deepened.

Meanwhile, Aurora was crouched near the edge of the stage, her playful laughter mingling with the upbeat music, as she tried to convince Jolly, known for his wild hair, to let her style his hair for their performance. Despite her coaxing hands reaching out to tame his unruly locks, Jolly continued to dodge her attempts with charming agility, grinning mischievously as he effortlessly evaded her grasp.

"Come here to me!" Aurora snapped, her hands on her hips, "You know, one day you're going to wake up and it will all be gone!"

"And just know I will throw you off the bus if you do." Jolly shot back.

Aurora finally threw her hands up in exasperation and surrendered, pivoting abruptly to collide with Caden's solid frame. In that moment, Noah couldn’t help but think how perfectly matched they seemed, at least on the surface. Caden embodied the quintessential all-American look—his features sharply defined and meticulously groomed, his clean-cut appearance interrupted by not a single tattoo. He had a dazzling white smile that radiated warmth and confidence, making him the kind of guy who effortlessly drew attention in any crowd. It was hard to ignore how their contrasting energies somehow complemented each other, as if they were pieces of a jigsaw puzzle finally clicking into place..

"Hi! I honestly didn’t expect you to show up for the actual performance," Aurora exclaimed, her face lighting up with surprise and delight. She stepped forward as he leaned down slightly, attempting to bridge the gap between them for a kiss. Instead, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Noah sat on the little rise, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he observed her. She was in her element, fully engrossed in her pre-show ritual. Her eyes sparkled with determination, and every precise movement she made was a testament to her dedication and passion. She tended to their needs with a fierce protectiveness, ensuring that everyone felt prepared and supported before stepping onto the stage. No matter the distractions or the concerns of her boyfriend, nothing could deter her from this sacred routine. It was her way of establishing control and confidence, and Noah admired her for it.

"Nick Foilo! You take that cigarette out of your mouth! You know the rules: no smoking in here!" She stormed toward the drummer, her determination evident in her stride. Before Noah could even register her movement, she reached the drum set, snatched the freshly lit cigarette from between his lips, and extinguished it with a swift flick of her fingers. She pulled a small pack from her tote bag, revealing an assortment of alternatives. “Here, I have nicotine gum or a patch. Which one do you want to try? You need something healthier than this,” she added, gesturing toward the remnants of smoke swirling in the air.

Noah's deep brown eyes flicked to Caden, who trailed behind her with a look of irritation etched across his face. Meanwhile, Aurora playfully shoved two bright pieces of gum into Nick's mouth, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. She then pulled out a black bandana, its fabric slightly crumpled, and handed it to him to help mop away the beads of sweat that glistened on his brow. Noah couldn't help but notice the way Caden's jaw clenched, the tension radiating from him as Nick turned to Aurora, his gratitude spilling forth as he planted a quick kiss on her cheek.

As she fluttered around Ruffilo, pulling his hair into a bun, Caden sat on the high rise with a huff.

"I really don’t think that shirt pairs well with that jacket on you. Take it off," Aurora instructed, her tone firm yet playful. Nicolas, the bassist, rolled his eyes with a hint of exasperation but complied, effortlessly peeling the jacket from his shoulders. With a swift motion, he pulled the shirt over his head, letting it fall into a crumpled heap at his feet. Aurora caught the shirt mid-air as it flew over her shoulder, her keen eye scanning the array of outfits neatly hung on their clothing rack. Each piece had its own personality, a vibrant mix of colors and textures vying for attention. She bit her lip in concentration, aware that she was running behind schedule; her earlier meeting had unexpectedly extended, and the clock was ticking.

“Is she always this attentive?” Caden inquired, his voice taut and measured, each word dropping with a hint of impatience. His brow furrowed slightly as he observed her focused demeanor.

“Always,” Noah replied, his tone clipped and tinged with a hint of disdain directed at the other man. He couldn't suppress the arrogant smile that slowly crept across his face, illuminating his features with a mix of confidence and mischief. “She knows us better than anyone else,” he added, his voice dripping with a certain pride that only deepened Caden's frown.

"Alright, Lead man," Aurora said with a playful bounce in her step as she approached Noah. A bright smile spread across her face, bringing an air of enthusiasm to the moment. "What are we doing tonight? Are we sticking to business casual like usual, or is it a more laid-back vibe with just a plain tank top?” She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a few outfits, holding them up against his chest to showcase her selections. The fabric of a crisp button-up shirt in one hand contrasted with the casual ease of a soft, well-worn tank in the other, each option reflecting her keen eye for style.

"What do you think?" Noah asked.

Aurora raised her eyebrows. "You are the control freak here. I don't want to rip this shirt off because you got too close to the fire again."

"That was one time." He smirked.

"One time too many." Aurora muttered, "Oh hell, it doesn't matter. You're going to take off the shirt anyway."

Noah chuckled and said, "Yeah. Yeah." His brown eyes glanced toward Caden, who stood behind Aurora as she sprayed Noah's hair with water. She ran her fingers through his wet hair, styling it to her liking. Moving closer, Noah let his lips hover over her cheek and teased, "I think your boyfriend is jealous."

"Stop that, " she muttered. He doesn't need any more ideas in his head." She ran gel through his brown hair, leaning close to the top of his head.

"And what ideas are in his head?" He could smell her perfume. Noah had gotten her an expensive floral scent for her birthday. Gunpowder, orange, and vanilla. He loved the smell so much that he kept a travel-size in his backpack.

Aurora pushed her glasses up her nose, "Just don't. We are already fighting, and we just saw each other." Noah frowned as she sighed, "He thinks he's more important than this job. I love this job, the ability to listen and help out when it comes to making such great music, even if it's just taking care of you four and Matt."

Noah suppressed his grin. "You like taking care of us?"

He felt pride when Aurora smiled, "Yes, but he doesn't like it."

"I don't care what he likes." Noah shrugged, "You, though, are way too important to replace."

"Just cause I know exactly how to make your tea and coffee?" She teased.

Noah snorted, "Oh yeah, that's exactly why."

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Chapter 2 will come soon. I had to stop there before my brain rotted.

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