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tenpintsof-sundrop · 1 month

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Hii !! From the smut prompts (stop rolling your eyes, I know Im predicatable!) could I request "Accidentally Sending Nudes", "Sexting" and... a secret third thing (the choice is yours, go hogwild) for Jason x Fat Fem Reader? I'm leaning more towards sub!reader but shes def a little shit about it :3

Thank you in advance if you write it !! 🌼

See, this is why it pays to send in a request with me, because even if I don't answer it right away, I keep requests in my inbox for months and come back to them later!!! (This is from December 2023)

(Also this request is just plain fun) (because Star knows exactly what buttons to push to get me lmao)

DC Titans Requests - OPEN

How would Jason react to you accidentally sending him a nude?

(Jason Todd x Fem!Thick!Reader)

Warnings: set specifically in the Titans!verse - set during season 3/mentions of season 3 plot points; spoilers for major plot points of Titans (including character deaths on the show); this is kind of enemies to lovers? (enemies to fwb, I guess); the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; the reader is described as being fat/plus sized; passing mentions of Gar x reader (I couldn't help myself); dubious consent - because of the nature of the trope, Jason sees the reader naked without her explicit consent, and he decides to keep the picture without her consent - but it does spark a consensual sexual relationship between them; passing mention of using nudes for blackmail (that does not happen); this isn't really proofread; (generally, I consider this post to be a fucking mess because it was written in Tumblr but I was still trying to have fun with it lmao.)

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Jason is minding his own business when it happens.

(For once in life, he is fully, completely, minding his own business.)

He's back in Gotham and he hasn't seen you in months - and if asked, he would say that he hasn't thought about you. He doesn't have time to think about you because he's been too busy with this therapy bullshit, training, trying to get back his title of Robin. Trying to get back in the cape. (And trying to get back in Bruce's good graces.)

But that's not exactly true. He's thought about you a lot.

(Most of those times have been with his hand around his cock, but again - he won't admit that.)

There is an occasional time that you cross his mind and it's because he's wondering genuinely how you're doing - wondering if you're well, how your training is going, wondering if you're doing okay under the Dickhead's reign. But he can't ever pluck up the courage to text you and simply ask. Because that would be admitting that he cares, and that would make him look like a weak little prick.

And that's why he's so damn surprised when you text him first.

He hasn't heard from you since he left the Tower (well, since he stormed away from Donna's funeral in what you called a 'toddler fit' - something that ended in a rather vicious text argument between the two of you). In fact, the last thing in the text history between the two of you is you calling him a 'giant, petty, whiny baby who can't deal with his own emotions'.

(You had no clue what had happened between him and Rose, so that did inform a lot of your opinion on the matter.) (And that was probably the reason why Rose still had all of her teeth after you had seen her at the funeral.)

But all of that was aside from the point.

The point being - Jason found himself smiling when your contact name popped up on his phone.

He has you in his phone as 'Pretty Girl' - along with a contact picture of you sticking your tongue out at him in response to having his phone shoved in your face with the knowledge that he was taking a picture of you. (That tongue always makes him think certain things, so even though you intended for it to be some rude thing to ruin the picture, it makes it so much better for him.)

(1) new photo

That instantly catches Jason's attention.

Perhaps you were sending him a picture just to flip him off, or sending him a picture of a dumpster to ask him if it reminded him of home - a common joke you used to make when he still lived at the Tower.

Jason grabbed his phone and opened the message, expecting another tired joke, and-

Holy fuck.

The last thing he was expecting - your naked body. Your gorgeous naked body.

(He likely would have expected a nuclear blast or for the Joker to clean up his act and actually become a decent, sane citizen before he expected this to happen.)

Jason brought his phone closer to his face, making the picture full screen in order to examine it better - he needed to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating, or that this wasn't some weird dream. But fuck, he definitely wouldn't be able to dream up this.

You were so perfect - so fucking perfect in a way that was so very real.

The picture was a fucking stunning side profile of your body - rolling curves, lacy underwear that could clearly barely contain your impressive hips with sweet little stretch marks jutting out from the fabric (jagged little marks across the softness of your skin that made Jason want to act up) - soft fat for him to grab onto, and the perfect teardrop shape of your breast, now bared to his eye in a way that he had only dreamt of before. Something that he had stared at through the oversized tee shirts you wore to bed without a bra, just wondering what you looked like underneath.

And fuck, this was so much better than anything he could have dreamt up.

Jason's cock began to harden almost instantly, and laying in bed, he reached over to his nightstand for some lube, ready to milk that picture for all it was worth, when-

His phone buzzed again.

Pretty Girl: 'Delete that.'

Jason hadn't even considered that you had sent it to him by mistake. He had been far too busy enjoying to even consider the intention or the psychology behind it.

So, he took his hand off the waistband of his sweats and texted back the first thing that came to mind.

'No.'

(He didn't hear your annoyed growl on the other end, frustrated at his downright typical Jason behaviour.)

'It's not my fault you made a dumbass mistake. Besides, it's the least I get after all the nagging from you.'

Then, something else came to mind as the bubbles popped up, meaning you were busy formulating a reply - an annoyed one, no doubt.

'Who did you mean to send it to anyway? Who are you fucking whose name starts with J that's not me?'

(You hesitated.)

Pretty Girl: 'I didn't type in J.'

'???'

Pretty Girl: 'I typed in G. And it turns out the first contact that popped up was Giant Baby. That's you.'

Jason felt annoyed and insulted on all levels. The fact that you were going to Tiger Boy for dick instead of him, and the fact that you had used such a mocking contact name for him. But when he realised that such a pathetic string of events had caused him to accidentally see you naked, he couldn't be too upset.

'I'm still keeping the picture 😈'

Pretty Girl: 'You're such an asshole' Pretty Girl: ... Pretty Girl: 'You owe me one'

'Fine, I'll owe you one'

Jason shrugged it off, thinking he had won, until -

Pretty Girl: 'No, you owe me a cock.'

This made Jason's stomach jump. You couldn't possibly mean-?

Pretty Girl: ... Pretty Girl: 'You owe me a picture of your dick. You know - an eye for an eye type stuff.'

Jason wanted to ask questions - what did you plan to do with the picture? Should he shave his balls first? Did you want more than one?

But his cock got even harder at you asking for a picture, at you demanding to see his cock, and he couldn't properly think - he couldn't even reason that you might later blackmail him with the picture.

No, instead, he found himself ripping down his pants and turning on the bedside lamp for good lighting, pumping himself up to peak rigid hardness and grasping the base of his cock in hand. And then, without hesitation, he snapped a picture for you. He made sure to get his abs in the photo - a collection of his best assets, with his pants pulled down to mid-thigh, showing off his tight stomach, the deep V leading down to his dick, and his thick seven inch cock in hand surrounded by some well-kept dark pubic hair.

(He was proud of it - and that ego was one of the things that annoyed you most about him.)

He sent it without hesitation and then you began typing several times and stopped once again. Jason's stomach churned with nerves until -

Pretty Girl: 'Fuck you' Pretty Girl: 'I thought it would be smaller'

Jason had no clue how to respond to that, and he was busy racking his brain for some clever reply, when -

Oh. Oh fuck.

(1) new photo

You had sent him another picture. And this time it was definitely on purpose.

It was a view between the plump, beautiful thickness of your thighs - your hand was inside the pretty lace of those panties, and your fingers were visible working on your clit while your needy hole dripped wetness onto the fabric.

So you had liked what you had seen.

Pretty Girl: 'What would you do if you were here right now?'

Jason's brain short-circuited then. He thought of so many things - eating your pussy until you screamed, flipping you onto your stomach and fucking you until you begged him to stop, gripping onto those gorgeous thighs, pinning them to your chest and pounding into your cunt until you finally surrendered and said that you had liked him all along, fucking your smart little mouth to finally shut you up-

Pretty Girl: 'Come on, Jay. Don't disappoint me.'

Oh, he won't.

(Another thing Jason won't admit - he came back to the Tower just for you.)

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thefallennightmare · 6 months

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Just Pretend-six

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: Please, I beg you. Don't focus too much on the whole Trey part(i mean he is an asshole.) But when Noah and Angel are listening to music, please please please listen too Eiley by Too Close To Touch. That is all.

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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"How are we feeling tonight, Milwaukee?!" I yelled into the microphone.

Cheers reverberated back from the ground up to the stage as I squinted my eyes when the stage lights cast over us.

"I'm glad you're having fun because if you weren't, this would be awkward," I joked with a chuckle while adjusting the microphone stand. "But all jokes aside, I wanted to say thank you for all of your support for Hollow Souls the last few years. It's appreciated more than you all could ever know. Because of your love and support, we're able to do what we love every night."

I pointed to Chase who did his typical ten-second drum solo then to Malcolm who strummed a few notes on his bass before giving an over-exaggerated bow. And reluctantly, I pointed to Trey who came up to me and threw an arm around my shoulder, leaving a kiss on my cheek; it smelled like vodka and cigarettes.

"Thanks, baby," he winked before chugging half of his clear water bottle that I was sure wasn't water.

Glancing over to the left side of the stage, I gave a wide smile to the guys of Bad Omens as they all watched out set. They had a killer set before us, this one I actually watched, and the energy that vibrated off of them stuck to me before I came out here, finally letting the excitement of performing to fill my veins. This was the first night in a while that I moved around on stage and put on a show for the crowd.

Noah flashed me a brief smile, memories of our day on the beach a few days ago still burning hot in my mind, and I gave him a small wave.

"So we only have two songs left," I spoke back into the microphone which in turn made the crowd boo loudly. "But you guys have to admit, we put on a killer show for you all tonight. But what about Bad Omens?"

The crow cheered but not as loud as I thought they should so I grabbed the mic off of the stand before going up to the little stage that Chase had his drums set up so I could stare down at the entire crowd.

"Oh, that was some weak shit, Milwaukee," I showed them my mock disappointment by placing my hand on my hip.

Chase looked at me with a smile, knowing what I was fishing for so he beat on his drum, hyping up the crowd.

"I want to hear every single one of you scream for Bad Omens on the count of three. Ready?!"

Cheers and screams filled the large venue hall, but I was greedy; I needed to hear it louder. These guys deserved it.

"One!" I held up one finger.

Chase drummed faster; harder.

"Two!"

Two fingers up in the air as Chase put more force into his drumming.

Looking back over to where Bad Omens were watching with bright smiles as I hyped up the crowd for them, I held up three fingers, Chase breaking out in a full on drum solo now.

"THREE!"

The screams were loud, deafening, and I took out my ear in so I could hear it for myself. My heart pounded in my chest as I ran down the steps from Chase's makeshift stage and ran to one end of the stage, throwing up my arms up in the air before doing the same thing on the other end of the stage. Malcolm played a few chords on his bass as I stood next to him.

"You guys might not think this now but Bad Omens are going to be huge in a few years. They'll be in our position selling out shows and Hollow Souls will open for them," I promised into the microphone.

Malcolm watched me with awe through the messy strands of auburn hair that covered his face. Tonight was the first night all tour that I interacted with the crowd this much and fuck, it felt so good. With the energy of watching Bad Omens play and the crowd singing to every one of our songs made adrenaline course through me and I couldn't stop.

Noah's words from our first night on tour came to mind: "Come alive out there. Have fun."

Trey watched me with pure distaste in his eyes as I hyped up Noah and his friends but I didn't care; I was feeling so good about myself that I even wore something different from I usually did. A short-sleeved white crop top with black high wasted shorts. It showed off most of my tattoos and when Trey tried to tell me to go change, I simply told him to fuck off before running out on stage.

As I walked over to the area by Chase's drum stage where I kept my water, I glanced to my right and noticed that all the guys of Bad Omens were giving me large smiles with Noah finishing it with a wink. I also had my phone on here and usually I never checked it during our set but there was this feeling deep in my gut that told me to check it. It shocked me to see it was from Mason, an old friend of mine.

I'm sorry it has to be through text but you needed to know. Keaton's gone.

My phone slipped from my grasp as I nearly choked on my breath, vacant eyes staring at the floor beneath my feet. I swear my heart stopped in that moment I read the text, almost not believing it. But knowing it came from Mason who was close with Keaton, it was true.

Keaton's gone? I just talked to him a few days ago, and we made plans to catch up once tour was over.

I sucked in a breath; the realization hitting me like a freight train, and I spun around to side stage just in time to see Noah staring down at the phone in his hand. His body was stilled straight, not moving an inch, but even from this distance I could see the cold expression that crossed his face. Nothing about his body language gave off what he was thinking; what he was feeling.

"Look at me, Noah." I muttered under my breath.

I needed to know what his eyes were saying.

Instead, he shoved his phone into his pocket before turning his back to me and disappearing from view, the rest of his friends following close behind.

"Y/N?"

Through my hazy vision, I glanced up to Chase who was kneeling on his makeshift stage so he could look down at me.

"What's wrong?" His voice was full of worry.

He must have seen me read the text and knew me so well to know something was drastically wrong.

"Uh," I blinked slowly, voice wavering, as the grief sank its feral fangs deep into the marrow of my bones. It's nails gouged through my heart, it bleeding to the depths of my stomach.

What was I supposed to do? Cancel the rest of the show?

No, Keaton wouldn't want that. He would want me to perform with every ounce I had left in me and that's what I was going to do. We could all grief together after.

"I'll explain after the show. Lets close it out strong," I nodded my reassurance to Chase before slowly walking over to my microphone stand.

I ignored the crowd as they chanted for an encore and pushed my way through the bodies of our crew members. Malcolm and Chase were hot on my heels, waiting for me to explain what the hell was going on. I rushed through the last two songs so I could get off stage and find Noah. I needed to know if he was alright.

Trey's fingers grasped my elbow in a tight grip to haul me to a stop. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you rush through the last two songs?"

"Fuck off!" I screamed while ripping my arm from his grasp.

Tears burned in my eyes, and I dug my palms into them to stop the tears from falling. I couldn't break down right now. I needed to find Noah.

When Trey tried to grab me again, Chase stepped in front of me and pushed him hard in his chest. "Leave her alone, man. Can't you see something's wrong?"

"This isn't your business!" Trey stepped up into Chase's chest.

Malcolm felt the immediate change in air, the tension growing its webs deep into the air around us, so he laid a soft touch on Chase's shoulder.

"He's not worth it, man."

Trey snickered. "You always have to come to Chase's rescue. Is that what true love is?"

Chase cursed before pushing past Malcom, laying his fist directly into Trey's jaw, knocking his ass to the floor. I yelped out in surprise while covering my mouth as Chase tried to get another hit in but now Malcolm was pushing him farther away from Trey.

"Calm down! You can't do that right now."

He spat at the floor where Trey sat while clutching his jaw. "He deserves it! I'm pissed I waited this long!"

Trey was fast on his feet to barrel past Malcom to tackle Chase down the ground, laying fist after fist into his face.

"Stop it!" I yelled with tears in my eyes.

Malcolm cursed then grabbed Trey from the back and basically tossed him to the side. Chase scrambled to his feet, spitting blood at the ground as he tried to go after Trey.

"That's all you got, pretty boy? Need your boyfriend to come save you again?" Trey taunted with a smirk.

"Fuck off, Trey!" I screamed while stepping between him and Chase, who immediately moved me behind him to block me from Trey.

"Oh, what's this?" He raised a brow. "Noah's dick wasn't enough, now she's sucking yours too?"

Trey's body crumbled to the ground, clutching his now broken nose that had blood pooling to the floor between his fingers.

Malcom cursed under his breath while rubbing his sore knuckles.

"You're a piece of shit," I seethed from over Chase's shoulder. "Not everything is about you!"

"The hell it isn't!" Trey screamed. "You're always taking everyone else side. I'm your boyfriend, Y/N! Why are you in such a hurry to find Noah? You should be with me, not some pussy kid who think he's going to be the next big thing."

Chase advantaged to Trey once more but Malcom was quick to step in front of him.

Malcolm grabbed Chase's face so he could look at just his emerald eyes. "I know, man. But look at Y/N, look at her! She's two seconds away from breaking down and we don't know why. She needs us."

Chase's nostrils flared as he gave one last glance down to Trey before his eyes fell on me, who was still covering my mouth, mind swirling with so many differnt emotions I didn't know which one to focus on. I didn't realize but tears were streaming down my face as I continued to stare at Trey.

"I can't believe you're taking their side. After everything I gave you?" He seethed while slowly rising to his feet.

I blinked, astonished he said that. "I'm not getting into this with you right now."

He spit blood at my feet, wiping it on the back of his hand. "You're pathetic."

I thought the anger would rise as he pushed past us but the grief was so strong; it outweighed all the rest.

"Y/N," Malcolm was now lifting my chin up towards his face, worry filling the emerald lights of his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I have to find, Noah."

My voice was so quiet, and I knew they didn't hear me so after clearing my throat, I held my shoulders straighter so I could tell them the words that I was dreading to say.

"Keaton. He's uh-.," I swallowed thickly. "Keaton's dead."

Chase's anger left his body as he ran a hand over his buzzed head while Malcolm gave a slow nod, my words still registering with him. We all were close with the guys in Too Close To Touch but they knew the special bond Keaton and I had. They also knew how much I was battling inside my mind.

"Come on," Chase's soothing voice encompassed around me as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, leading us through the backstage area of the venue.

Malcolm showed us his phone. "Jolly said Noah's outside, he wanted to be alone."

I nodded numbly. "Maybe I'll catch him before we leave-."

"No."

Turning in Chase's arms, I saw Nick standing at the doorway that lead out to the back parking lot. His hair was a mess as if he was running his hands through his and while his eyes were red, it looked like he was holding in his own tears.

"He won't talk to any of us, not even me. He's shutting down and I don't know how to help him," Nick said with so much defeat in his voice, it made my heart wrench in pain.

"I don't know how much help I'll be if he won't even listen to you, Nick," I shrugged.

His eyes shined with the wetness of tears. "Please."

I was already loss for words and which made me unable to say the things that crawled my mind. How would I be able to translate how I'm feeling about this when truthfully, I didn't know myself?

"Okay," I let out in one breath. "Where is he?"

"When I left him, he was pacing in front of our bus," Nick said while motioning for me to follow.

Chase left a kiss on my head while Malcolm bumped his fist with mine, his way of showing affection, and I followed Nick outside where the sight broke my heart. Noah was pacing the length of the bus, running a frantic hand through his long hair. Jolly and Folio watched from afar with their hands in their pockets, not sure what to do. Noah let out a loud noise that shook the earth beneath me, the raw grief destroying him.

"Noah," I spoke softly.

Red, bloodshot eyes, stared back at me as tears stained his face. Noah's bottom lips trembled as a broken sob crawled out of his throat.

"Is Trey around? Because I don't want to deal with that bullshit right now."

"Fuck Trey," I spat, the altercation from earlier still burning low. "It's just you and me, Noah."

Both of us stood still for a long moment before the same magnetic pull that was etched in deep in our hearts made us both break out in a sprint towards each other. I fell into his embrace, nearly knocking him over, as his arms circling around me while he buried his face in my hairline. Noah completely broke down when my hands spread over his large back, needing to feel the heat of him. I cried into his shirt as my fists grasped the back of it. We stayed like that for so long, until neither of us could cry anymore, and his raw voice spoke in a hushed tone.

"He can't-." The words died on his lips as he choked on a broken sob.

Still in his embrace, I rested my chin on his chest as I looked up at him. "I just talked to him earlier this week."

Noah tensed in my arms for the briefest of moments. "Me too."

I rested my cheek to his chest again letting the beat of his heart calm my own. One had was running fingers through the long strands of my hair while the other grasped at my lower back. This pain was unknown; I'd never lost someone so close to me like this before. I didn't know the correct way to grief but knowing that Noah was going through the same thing made it a little easier.

"Kenneth said the funeral is on Friday," Noah's chest rumbled.

I looked up at him again with my arms still wrapped around him. "What do you want to do?"

Noah swallowed the large lump in his throat, doing his best to hold back his tears. "I need to go."

"Alright. I'll book us two tickets to Kentucky. I'm sure Ethan and Matt will understand if we need to cancel the next show."

"You're coming with me?" He asked, almost shocked. "What about-?"

I gently touched his cheek. "I'm not letting you deal with this on your own, Noah. Keaton was my friend too. I'm going."

With a relief sigh, he brushed his lips through my hairline, pressing the softest of kisses there and even though I forced the butterflies deep down to the pits of my stomach, I couldn't stop the small smile that pulled at my lips.

"Thank you, angel."

Hoping out of the bathroom on one foot, I balanced while strapping on one heel before switching feet to do the same to the other. I straightened out and brushed away the stray hairs on my black dress before turning my attention to Noah, who was standing in front of the mirror in the room, staring at himself.

"I'm almost ready to go. I just need to find my jacket," I said as I rummaged through my suitcase.

He didn't say a word, just kept staring absentmindedly at his reflection and although he was already dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a black button him, something was missing from his outfit; the grey tie that hung loose from his fingers.

We arrived to the hotel in Lexington earlier this morning and almost immediately, Noah shut himself in the bathroom to get ready. I checked in on him after a while when I realized the shower was running for some time and when he called back. 'I'm alright, angel' I let him be. Noah needed time to heal and mentally prepare himself for today. I didn't want to add any extra pressure that wasn't necessary. Thankfully, both Matt and Ethan were more than alright with us taking two days off to come to Keaton's funeral. We ended up having to cancel tonight's show but once news broke online of Keaton's passing; the fans understood.

After the first initial shock of finding out about Keaton, Noah shut down. He's barely said anything to me or the guys since the other night and Nick stressed to me before we left I needed to make sure Noah didn't retreat into himself.

"He hasn't had an anxiety attack in some time but I'm afraid that with the weight of everything, it might cause him to spiral."

I promised Nick with a bone-crushing hug that I'd keep an extra eye on Noah.

Noah was already so far in his head that when we walked into the hotel room to see only one bed, he merely shrugged before shutting himself in the bathroom.

"Hey," I said softly while resting a hand on his back. "What's going on in your mind?"

He tore his gaze away from the mirror and held up his tie. "I don't know how to tie a tie."

"Here," I smiled while taking it from his hands and popped the collar of his shirt so I could slide it around his neck.

We stood in silence as I worked on tying it and Noah stared straight over my head. Our breathing was the only thing heard in the room as my eyes traveled away from the tie to the tattoo's on his neck and I bit the inside of my cheek when the urge to lick it filled me.

"Yes, it hurt."

Noah's deep voice broke me out of the trance over tracing over the design of snake, apple, and hand.

"Hm?" I peered up at him, fingers finishing the knot in his tie.

"The tattoo, it hurt. You were staring at it so I figured you were about to ask me that," he said.

The brightness of his dark eyes dulled the night we found out about Keaton and part of me worried it would never return.

"Yeah," I murmured, even though that wasn't what I was thinking about. "Well, I'm done."

Noah smiled a thanks before he grabbed his jacket off the chair in the room and slid it on. Next came the rings and bracelets and if it was a different circumstance, I would marvel at how attractive his fingers were.

I stared at him for a long moment as he stood in front of me, now fully dressed.

"What?," he asked.

I bit my lip nervously, unsure how he would answer my question. "Could I brush your hair? I can fix it so it stays out of your face today. If not, it's not a big deal. I just thought maybe-."

For the first time in a few days, Noah smiled just the slightest and handed me a brush from his bag. "Promise you won't braid it?"

"I won't," I chuckled while motioning for him to sit on the edge of the bed.

He did, and I kneeled behind him to run the brush through his hair. It dried weird after his shower and kind of a mess around his face. I figured it would bother him today, so that's why I offered; not because I wanted to take care of him anyway I could.

From the mirror in front of us, I watched as Noah's eyes shut and a pure look of bliss crossed his features. The hard lines in his forehead eased and the darkness underneath his eyes lightened just from this simple action.

"You don't have to carry everything on your shoulders, Noah," I whispered as I set the brush down on the bed but remained kneeling behind him.

My hands rested on his shoulders as I stared at him through the mirror. His eyes met mine in a dull way but there was just enough spark of life that eased the grip around my heart.

"I know, angel," he nodded while grasping my hand, giving it a squeeze.

When he stood to his feet, my hands fell from him and I couldn't lie I missed the way his strong muscles felt under my fingers.

"Ready?" I asked once I had my jacket and bag on.

"No, but I don't have a choice. I have to say goodbye," Noah ran a hand over his somber face.

It truly worried me if he'd be able to make it through the day without showing some kind of emotion.

Instead of dwelling on it, I extended my hand towards him. "Come on. Let's go say goodbye to our friend then."

The warmth from his hand as his fingers intertwined with mine made my heart flutter in my chest and he reassured me he was in fact fine with a gentle squeeze.

"I'll call you guys once the tour is over and all of us can get together for a dinner for Keaton," I smiled weakly to Kenneth.

"He'd want that," he smiled.

I wiped away a few tears before nodding. "Yea."

Mason motioned behind me. "How's he doing?"

Turning on my heels, I took in the broken sight of Noah who was sitting on a stone wall in the cemetery, pure grief on his face. The funeral wasn't easy for any of us but for Noah, it nearly brought him to his knees; if it wasn't for me.

My arm hooked through Noah's as I rested my head on his shoulder, the both of us staring down at the now filled grave. People has dispersed by now, going to the wake, but Noah wasn't ready to leave. He wanted to stay for a few minutes to say something to Keaton. But the longer we stayed in this position, I realized maybe he couldn't find the words to say.

I rested my chin on his arm while looking to the side of his face but the strands of his hair covered what I wanted to see the most so I brushed it behind his ear. "He knows, Noah."

A muscle in his jaw ticked. "It's not fair."

With a long sigh, I rested my head against his shoulder once more and looked at our friend's grave. "I know."

"Yeah, he will be. Might take some time but I'll make sure of it."

Saying goodbye to Kenneth and Mason, I walked over to Noah who slowly stood when he noticed me.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yeah," I nodded.

I planned on walking next to him but when he extended his hand towards me, my heart did the same stuttered it always did when around him. So with our hands intertwined, our hearts seemed to slowly be, I let him lead me towards the rental car.

"Are you hungry?" Noah asked.

"I could eat," I shrugged.

Once we reached the car, he opened the passenger door for me and helped me into the seat.

"Noah, I can get in the car by myself," I giggled when he even clicked the seatbelt over me.

We were so close and I could feel his warm breath cascade over my lips as I tilted up towards him, almost closing the distance. It was the same pull, only this time it was stronger, the energy vibrating in our veins. Noah leaned closer but when my phone rang loudly from my purse, he pulled away while clearing his throat.

"You should get that," he said before shutting the door.

Trey's name flashed across the screen and with a grumble, I ignored it and sent a quick four word text to the group chat me, Malcolm, and Chase had.

Going dark. We're okay.

Once my phone was shut off, I leaned back into the seat as Noah started the car and drove away from the cemetery. Trey had been calling almost every hour since I left early this morning and it was getting to where I nearly chucked my phone out the window. He wasn't happy I was coming here, especially with Noah, but I told him to go fuck himself; he couldn't tell me what to do.

Not anymore.

"Shower's open," I said while walking out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of sleep shorts and a hoodie.

Noah sat perched on the edge of the bed still wearing his clothes from the funeral, and rested his elbows on his knees. When he heard me walk into the room, he quickly wiped away tears and cleared his throat.

"Okay," he kept his gaze cast downward to the carpet of the room.

Shit, he was crying.

Then I realized, a soft tune was filling the room and felt my shoulders fall; Keaton's voice grazed my ears as Too Close To Touch played through the bluetooth speaker Noah brought.

"Noah," I said gently while sitting next to him. "Please don't hide this from me."

"Angel," he warned but any malice behind his voice was deadweight.

He was exhausted and couldn't fight, as much as he wanted too.

I brushed my fingers over his face to tilt his chin towards me and sucked in a breath when I saw how red and swollen his eyes were. Not saying another word, I brought him down to my chest while his hands immediately grasped at my sweater, holding on for dear life as if he was afraid the grief would rip apart from me and drag him deep into the dark abyss.

Noah's cries tangled with Keaton's voice as I let his tears stain my sweater, his body shaking in my embrace. I brushed the air back from his face so he didn't have to worry about it sticking to his face with the tears.

"I fucking miss him, angel. It's not fair."

I blinked away my own tears. "I know. But he's still with us in everything we do. We have pictures and messages from him to remember, we have his music."

Noah sucked in a large breath, burying his face deeper into me. "I can't believe he's fucking gone. I can't. I've lost so many people-so many. I just-. I'll miss him so fucking much."

I rested my head on top of his. "Me too."

He pulled his head away from my chest and I raised my hand to brush away his tears, one hanging on by a thread on his eyelash.

"If I'm being honest," he took a breath to steady himself. "Sitting here with you tonight has also hit me like a train."

Another pause as he exhaled the breath, body shaking with nerves or grief, I wasn't sure.

"I can't lose anyone else. I can't." Noah shook his head. "I don't-I-want-"

"Hey," I cupped his cheek, thumb brushing over the tear that hung on his eyelash. "I'm right here."

His eyes twinkled with the wetness from his tears. "I don't want to fucking lose you, angel. No matter what; I can't. I won't."

"You won't," I repeated his words back to him with my promise, tears falling from my eyes down to his lap.

After the tears were shed and Noah felt a little lighter, he went into the bathroom to change into a pair of sweats and a shirt, throwing his hair up with a claw clip. I'd made myself comfortable leaning against the headboard and Noah followed, sitting right next to me. We continued listening to Too Close To Touch, almost in a way to honor his memory. Noah's knee brushed against mine but I didn't bother to move away from him; his body heat wrapped around me like a blanket and I reveled in feeling this sense of peace in so long.

A deep yawn fell from my lips, and when I gazed at the clock, I nearly groaned. It was only four in the afternoon but with all the emotional trauma we went through today; I was ready for bed.

"Here," Noah extended his legs on the bed and patted his lap. "Lay down. You should get some rest, angel."

I hesitated. "Are you sure? We never even talked about the sleeping situation. I can go lay on the couch."

Noah rolled his eyes with a hint of a smile. "We're two grown adults, we can share the same bed. I'll even put up a wall of pillows if that makes you comfortable."

"No, you don't have to do that," I giggled. "But I definitely will take you up on that offer of laying my head in your lap."

Something dark flashed in his eyes and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "Go for it."

Ignoring the way my core clenched with the image of me doing other things in his lap, I rested my head against his thigh and almost mewled in pleasure when his long fingers ran through my hair, nails scratching lightly across my scalp.

"Is this alright?"

I nodded. "More than alright. If you keep doing this, I'll fall asleep."

Noah hummed. "That's the plan, angel."

"How can you say this was all part of your plan? Start explaining. Crafted from hope and hospital beds, she's gone."

"No," I trembled. "Not this one."

Out of all the songs, this one was the one I did not want to hear tonight; Eiley.

"It hits differently now, huh?" Noah noted.

"Yea, it does."

With the music and Noah's soft fingers through my hair, I dozed off only to awake sometime later when I felt intense eyes staring down at me. I opened my eyes in a daze and looked up to see dark eyes watching me, tracking my every movement as my lips parted in breath. His expression was something I'd never seen before; blank, lips drawn in a straight line, and his brown eyes blown dark.

I opened my eyes wider and his face lit up with a small grin.

"Hi, angel."

"Hi," I whispered.

Noah gently put his hand on my cheek to scan my face once more, almost waiting for a reaction. I met his intense gaze with my own and felt the intensity from the pull that seemed to be connected by our hearts pull me down so deep to the abyss that was Noah Sebastian and for the first time; I didn't ignore it.

I almost expected his kiss. It's always been right there between us, waiting hungrily. What I didn't expect, however, was his hands so rough, to hold my face tenderly. I didn't expect the furrow of his brows as his eyes darted from mine to my lips, almost in a silent question.

Please.

As the earth stood still, gravity nonexistent, Noah laid his lips to mine, kissing me softly, slowly. Everything around us blurring and disappearing. My fingers grasped his wrist to keep from slipping away from how light I felt with his lips on mine, gasping into his mouth at the sensation that came roaring to life inside of me.

A match lit in a dark room, flaring with brilliant light. My lips parted with that gasp to let Noah slip his tongue past mine, and then fight for dominance until eventually, he won.

He tasted fucking heavenly and when a low growl crawled from the back of his throat; I knew Noah thought the same for me.

"Fuck," I rushed out suddenly, sitting up from his lap in a start. "Oh my god, I am so sorry."

Noah raised his tattoo hand and gently cupped my cheek, his thumb grazing over my kiss-swollen lips. "Fuck, no I'm sorry angel. I shouldn't have."

He leaned in close so he could whisper his apology into the air and all noise ceased to exist. There was this tension thick between us and suddenly, I was afraid that with what happened, things would get awkward between us. But Noah broke out in a light laughter one that eased the erratic beat of my heart. I soon followed, both of us laughing away the tension.

"Nick let me bring the Super Nintendo. Want to play a few rounds?" Noah smirked.

I scoffed playfully. "Your ass is grass and I'm going to mow it."

Noah, who was still chuckling and out of breath, stood from the bed to get the game set up. "Whatever you say, angel."

Some people might think laughing and going to playing a video game right after an intense kiss like that was not normal but for Noah and I, none of this was normal. I appreciated he could tell the tension was too thick I couldn't catch my breath, so he immediately made the atmosphere breathable again, the only way he knew how, with blushing cheeks, familiar scars, and electric hearts.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert #noah sebastian smut #enemies to lovers #right person wrong time #starcrossed lovers

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guys, I wanna know 🥺🥺

what your favorite/least favorite tropes are and why?

I'M CURIOUS AND ALSO LOOKING FOR INSPIRATION JUICE

(i've stopped watching the anime but damn is this a nice gif)

I have included a list of tropes that I found below the cut for you to love/hate 🥺

Accidental Public Confession

Almost Kiss

Anger Born of Worry

Blind Date

Break His/Her Heart to Save Him/Her

Caught in the Rain

Childhood Friends Romance

“Dear John” Letter

Deconfirmed Bachelor

Dying Declaration of Love

Everyone Can See It

Exiled to the Couch

Fake Relationship

First Cut is the Deepest

First Love

Flirting Under Fire

Forgotten First Meeting

Friendly War

Friends with Benefits

Gibberish in Love

Girl of My Dreams

Green-Eyed Epiphany

Hands-on Approach

Happily Married

Her Boyfriend’s Jacket

Her Heart Will Go On

High School Sweethearts

Holding Hands

I Can’t Believe a Guy Like You Would Notice Me

I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On

I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship

I Got You a Drawer

“I love you” Stigma

I Want My Beloved to Be Happy

Imagined Love Triangle

Imagined Innuendo

Inconvenient Attraction

Innocent Cohabitation

Interrupted Intimacy

Intertwined Fingers

It Doesn’t Mean Anything

It’s Not You, It’s Me

It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies

The Lady’s Favour

Lap Pillow

Leave the Two Lovebirds Alone

Let’s Wait Awhile

Like An Old Married Couple

Like Parent, Like Spouse

Long Distance Relationship

Love Across Battlelines

Love at First Punch

Love at First Sight

Love Before First Sight

Love Letter

Love Makes You Uncreative

Love Potion

Love Triangle

Love Will Lead You Back

Married to the Job

Matchmaker Crush

Meet the In-Laws

Mistaken for Cheating

Motivational Kiss

Mrs. Hypothetical

My Girl Back Home

My Own Private “I do”

My Sister is off-limits!

Necktie Leash

New Old Flame

Oblivious to Love

Office Romance

Operation: Jealousy

Relationship Reveal

Road Trip Romance

Romantic Fake-Real Turn

Romantic Wingman

Runaway Bride

Secret Relationship

Sex Equals Love

She Cleans Up Nicely

She’s Not My Girfriend

Sickening Sweethearts

Slap-Slap-Kiss

Smithical Marriage

Star-crossed Lovers

Surprise Pregnancy

Teacher-Parent Romance

Ten Minutes in the Closet

There’s Only One Bed

They Do

Undercover as Lovers

Understanding Boyfriend

Wartime Wedding

Was it All a Lie?

Weakness Turns Her On

When Harry Met Svetlana

Why Can’t I Hate You?

You Must Be Cold

Your Favorite

#kiko asks #fanfic writer ask #fanfic writing #writing #goinko #goinko ideas #gojo satoru x original female character

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naquey · 8 days

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Me Talking About OC ships because I am feral (and live vicariously through them)

Hiiro/Bakugou Okay, yes, I'm basic for liking him. What started out solely because I liked him has blossomed into something I can solely liken to: they understand each other. Bakugo, while learning to think differently of those without quirks, meets Hiiro, desperately trying to prove he is worth it. Que mutual training, a dash of angst and miscommunication, with a pinch of mutual bullying. They are one of the couples on here that makes it seem like they hate each other.

Kaisei/Tetsutetsu Lowkey is a crack ship because of her quirk. He tries to explain his chivalry, but that doesn't mean he sees her as less than her, while she shows off repeatedly so that he doesn't view her as weak. Peak miscommunication occurs because emotions are hard for Tetsutetsu because he wants to seem as manly as Kirishima and for Kaisei because she wants to reject soft emotions, which, in turn, makes her stronger.

Kaisei/Mineta He ends up getting redemption. His crush on Kaisei scares him because he isn't attracted to her body, not when he's too afraid of the girls in his class killing him. He's afraid to admit he likes her because the girls might chop up his body and bury him, but eventually he gets over that hump. They teach him a million different things to keep him from being himself (because to them, he is a pervert on top of being a coward), Which hurts in the end because Kaisei doesn't like the fake "impressive" version of himself, but the coward who comes running and like engineering but had to become a pro hero to make people finally respect him.

Icarus/Dabi "DabIcrus" I was thinking of a post-HotWings breakup style, not like the rebound but the healthier version of someone else. When I first thought of them, that's who Icarus was to Dabi. Since then, it has transformed into giving each other the love and care they didn't receive. Icarus doesn't exactly kickstart Dabi's love for himself but nudges him there with reassurance and someone to talk to. Icarus, down the line, ends up finding an abandoned kid, and they both raise Daichi together in the League of Villains.

Jun/Mr. Compress Jun knows he's a villain but isn't afraid of him. Although she's aware he is her enemy, he doesn't feel like a threat. Compress, in turn, doesn't feel any malicious intent when it comes to her, regardless of if she is a Pro Hero. Jun gets what it is like hiding behind a mask of herself, and Compress understands performing a different version of oneself. They understand. Lovers on opposite sides, but not star-crossed lovers (unless that is the trope).

Lynde/Chisaki He softens because she cares for him—a nurse who doesn't kick or inject him with a surprise fluid. She teaches him ways to exist without his arms (spoiler alert: she could bring them back with her quirk over time). She treats him like a person, and he is whipped for the bare minimum. He has an unhealthy mindset of attention and affection, so when she talks sweetly to him, he knows he will kill anyone who dares to lay a finger on her. Technically, she is Shie Hassaikai's property now. (this is the villain being hella protective).

Chisaki Hideo/Byakuya Togami "ByakuSaki" (Height difference). They have a power imbalance, or Togami wants to see it that way. Chisaki matches the energy he gives her and talks down to him like he talks down to her. And he's finally met his match. For once, someone isn't buckling at the knees but devoted to carrying out his every whim. Chisaki knocks him off his high horse and prays that, for once, he isn't a pompous asshole. Then, they have that heartfelt moment. One that their parents don't govern. One where they can express their desires and their plans for their future. Byakuya, because he is the youngest, feels that even though he has won his rightful spot in the Togami clan, he still doesn't belong as head of the company; he wonders that by giving him a lawyer to help run the company, he is being mocked and seen as soft and helpless. Chisaki wishes to be more than her father's puppet, to one day live the way she pleases in a house she wants that is all her own. They both despise that they have to work with one another, but then they get through to one another, and suddenly, it clicks.

Rose Corvid/Ed Nygma She's the fucking enabler, she enables him. But it doesn't mean she isn't as twisted as he is. Rose enjoys killing people and enjoys the games with the GPD. She loves watching Batman crawl around looking for a clue that has been under his nose this entire time. Granted, she watches the CCTV in her room from the nursing home that Ed has put her in for safekeeping. Ed loves how she worships him and believes he is the most competent man on Earth. No one could compare to Ed Nygma in her eyes.

Juliette Corvid/Harvey Dent It was a one-night stand; she wanted nothing to do with him. So what if they had a child? So, what does her cousin have to pretend to be her husband? So what does she dream about being a family with him because he was kind and caring towards her? It meant nothing! There are no feelings about that at all from her. Harvey, on the other hand, wants that family. He wants a semblance of normalcy. He wants to prove he isn't like his father. So, he fucking kidnaps her to prove his point.

Ethan Corvid/Jason Todd Jason, stop quoting Jane Austen! Ethan is internally screaming when he finds out someone likes him. It's inconceivable to him. He figured his cat would be his companion for his life. Jason never really understood romance until Ethan smiled at him. The dude was hooked by the black turtleneck and trousers paired with a white coat. The man was floored. Then, upon realizing that Ethan was related to not one but two of Batman's rogues, he had to rethink some things a little, which caused him to push Ethan away understandably. It was like a betrayal, and it took him some time to figure out all this hurt and pain, not to mention dive back into his trauma for answers.

Sebun/Uno Sebun thinks Uno is very pretty and is very confused about his feelings toward another guy. Uno is also confused about his feelings because he has liked women all his life, but all of a sudden, some guy comes in who looks like a pathetic, sad cat, and he's giggling like a teenager. Even after Uno discovers that Sebun is genetically modified, he still doesn't want to leave his side.

Vera/Rock Height difference. Jk, jk. Honestly, I can only sum them up as a guy meets a girl, a guy falls in love with a girl, and a girl likes him back. Like—idk, it's yearning, but not like, wtf do I do yearning? Vera makes it seem like she is blind because of what Shiki did to her, but Rock doesn't care if she is or isn't blind. She still had her smile, and it always made her day.

Kazue/Hajime The husband and wife ever. Like, please kill me. They are the cutest married couple I have created, holy shit. The bond, the trust, the love. It's all here and asdgsdfhsdhdsfg. They're both intimidating, but everyone knows Kazue has a soft side.

Roan/Regulus "RoanReg" "Finchseeker" Roan puts Regulus in his place. She bests him in transfiguration, arithmancy, and divination, but not potions. These two are always tied neck and neck in that class, and Slughorn knows. He made them sit together to stir the pot. She's a mudblood; he should hate her but can't because she challenges him. Then, they duel in the courtyard, and McGonagall detains them because students shouldn't be fighting. And then, when they're older, Regulu's disappearance crushes her; she's not the same. She hopes he returns home after so long and envisions her, Arcturus, and Regulus in a home in the countryside, but she knows it will never happen.

Linnea Cygnet/Severus Snap "PrinceFlower" Sunshine x Grumpy trope, except they flip-flop. In moments when Linnea can't be the sunshine, it's Severus' turn to cheer her up. At first, Snape doesn't want the marauders to get to Linnea and possibly hurt her because she is willing to be his friend, so he pushes her away and makes it seem like they aren't friends—until she keeps asking for potions' help. He couldn't deny her that. So, after a while, he allowed himself to become vulnerable with her because she wasn't James Potter, she wasn't Sirius Black, she wasn't a bully. But she couldn't be vulnerable with him because he liked Lily, although she didn't know he'd stopped after that day he called her a mudblood. And then Linnea dyed in the forbidden forest, killed by other Slytherins whose parents were Death Eaters.

Severinus Lyall/George Weasley "WolfWhistle" The best friends-to-lovers trope is all the way. I didn't think of this beyond that, but George is most certainly the most bashful one, while Severinus is more bold and upfront. TMI doesn't exist in Severinus' mind. It's outside his dictionary.

Arcturus Black/Neville Longbottom "Nevturus" Arcturus believes he isn't worthy of love because he is missing part of himself. Neville has all the love in the world to give and quickly gives it to him. They're quiet and reserved, but Arcturus gets flustered far more easily, making Neville flush. They're just nerds in love, dorks staring lovingly into each other's eyes. It's totally gay.

Sil Valdin/Obi-Wan Kenobi Friends, acquaintances, co-workers. The Jedi are not supposed to have attachments. Sil and Obi-Wan understand each other on a surface level because they both deal with the force and see each other at work, but that's all—surface level. There is no vulnerability or breaking of the Jedi Order for one another. They're very awkward lovers, unaware of how to approach one another, but can exchange a few words in passing.

Sil Valdin/Mitth'raw'nuroudo I was thinking of Rule #34 by Fish In A Birdcage, to be honest. They're different sides of the same coin. Cut to be the exact same as others in their ranks. Sil is a temple guard meant to blend in with the crowd, and Thrawn is among the Ascendancy meant to blend in with the crowd due to status. In a way, they see eye to eye, but after all the one-sided hate on Sil's part, they can share that part of them. There is uncertainty and fear within them about being like everyone else and not having an identity. It is comforting to have someone who knows how you're feeling. Thrawn tries to preserve Jedi culture by faking affection, which turns into legitimate affection, and he can't tell if he's faking it anymore. Sil opens up and lets down her walls when she finds someone willing to talk and doesn't shove down those negative emotions. But, of course, she was betrayed because he worked for the Empire. Girl, you know it would never work out. (but I want it to).

#original characters #ocs #danganronpa #dr #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #harry potter #nanbaka #gotham #star wars #oc/canon #female oc #male oc #oc ships #oc x canon #canon/oc

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absolutebl · 2 years

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Do you have any theories/thoughts on why Semantic Error is blowing up so much and crossing into the mainstream? Don't get me wrong I am a huge fan, but I am a little surprised about stuff like the Elle photo spread, the DKZ presale numbers and the "average Korean YouTube reaction channels" reacting to it.

Also, do you think it will have a positive influence on future productions or was it just a one time fluke?

(There's obviously not one right answer, I'm just curious about your BL expertise take 🤗)

Why is Semantic Error so popular?

It really is that good. Look, I have loved me some Korean BL, it has gotten the most 10/10 ratings out of me - Color Rush, Light On Me, and To My Star - but they're all flawed. CR had faulty chemistry, LOM had a difficult love triangle (and is high school set, almost always less popular than university), and TMS has a very wonky story arc (story, what story?).

Korea hit it entirely out of the Parks with Semantic Error by doing a university set BL featuring everything we expect from BL just done exactly right. It has Korea's signature quality executed perfectly, and added bonus good story, great pacing, stunning visuals, and fantastic chemistry. You cannot ask for more from a BL, let alone a KBL.

It is basically flawless. The attention to detail in this show was mind numbing. Their continuity supervisor should win MAD awards.

ALSO

Enemies to lovers is one of the most popular romance tropes. And let’s be fair, these two actors are hypnotically beautiful both individually and together. Finally, they kissed well. Like actually kissed. In a Korean drama.

That said, plenty of flawless shows over the years haven’t taken off.

So the next question is, why now?

Not only are Kdramas but BL in general is still on the up swing. More and more new fans are being added every day. It’s constantly being discovered.

A lot of those new fans are coming to BL via Kpop. As Korea casts more and more idols, KBL gets consistently new fans. Fans who specifically LIKE Korea’s clear precision style and attention to PRETTY. Because it’s the same style and approach they take with forming Kpop groups and filming Kpop MVs.

I don’t know Viki’s true numbers, but I can take an educated guess that they at least doubled their subscriber base over the last year, possibly tripled. Hosting Kingdom, iLand and now Queendom has pulled in a LOT of Kpop stans and there’s huge BL crossover in this demographic, so a lot of them are moving into Kdramas and KBL. Initially many were following idols but now they’re delving fully into BL

In this instance we are also helped by Viki’s “Top 10″ algorithm which, unlike Netflix’s, is not filtered by user preferences. It literally just shows the Top 10 most watched stuff on the site. These days there’s always some BL in there. The more BL content Viki acquires, and the more BL fans are subscribers, the more BL shows in Top 10. Especially as BL watchers tend to be chronic rewatchers and last time I assessed it Viki’s count was based on runtime eyeballs, with no filter on IP/user. (Which means they don’t eliminate rewatches like YouTube does.) Semantic Error is still sitting there. Which means people are still recommending it and still rewatching it.

Korea is now onboarding a new wave of fans, after Thailand brought in the first wave.

There’s about to be a bifurcated BL fandom. This is inevitable. There’s now too much content for anyone but the obsessives to keep track of and try to watch everything, so we will start to get BL camps: people who are fans of one country’s BL style more than another. I think the first tribalism will be around Thai BL vs Korean BL. In fact it’s already happening.

This is not a weakness, this is human nature.

(source)

#semantic error #the state of Bl fandom #asian bl #korean bl #thai bl #new fans to bl #kpop and bl #kpop #Rakutan Viki #KBL #Kdramas #kingdom: legendary war #queendom #idols in bl

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warriorsbutnotreally · 2 years

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February Types Of Love - Warrior Cats Challenge

for the month of February I want to do types of love and specifically draw some of my favorite Warrior Cats characters with it and I'm posting this to invite you all to do the same with the same prompts.

these specifically will be exploring different types of love, love tropes, etc. Some are meant to be platonic, some are meant to be for family, and some are just straight up romantic love.

I also just wanted an excuse to draw and if you're also looking for an excuse to draw [or write if you don't wanna draw/can't draw], here it is;

1. Self Love

an obvious one, to love one's self. can be for a character that already expresses self love or one you wish deserved to feel like, in the narrative, that they are worthy of loving themselves

2. Friendship

another easy one; your favorite friendship in the books, even if it's one where you have to really read between the lines

3. "Best Friends"

"and history will say they were best friends" even though all signs point to these cats being in love

bit of a play on how straight people try to rewrite gay history

4. Healing Together

can be romantic, platonic, etc. just two [or more] cats who went through hell and are leaning on each other for support as they recover [either physically, emotionally, or both]

5. Parent & Child

the love a parent has for their child is strong and this day is for celebrating your favorite parent with their child [or children]

6. Friends To Lovers

a sadly overlooked, but sweet trope, friends to lovers celebrates people who were already close becoming even closer, while still being the best of friends

7. Platonic

any non-romantic, non-familial love

8. Fake Love Turned True

or "we pretended to get married/date and we're now in love"

9. Soulmates

another classic trope where they're pieces of a missing whole brought together

10. Love Triangle / Three Way Love

and either/or situation; if you have a favorite love triangle, you can go with that one. if not, then you're free to choose a relationship that consists of specifically three characters

11. Siblings

when siblings have a strong bond, it's nearly impossible to break. this day is for celebrating those who are siblings by chance and best friends by choice

12. Familiar Love

can be platonic or familial, but it's a strong bond, kinship, and familiarity between people. non-romantic.

13. Polyamorous

love beyond the boundaries of monogamy

14. Childhood Best Friends

platonic or romantic, but a bond between those who grew up together for as long as either of them could remember

15. Shy Affection

a small touch, a simple look, a flustered smile - a love that makes you weak in the knees and can turn the brave meek

16. Rivals To Lovers

a competitiveness turns to a strange, yet powerful love

17. Selfless Love

a love for those around you that doesn't just stop at those close, but a care for the well-being of all.

18. The One That Got Away / One-Sided

another either-or; it could be a love that slipped away to someone else, or love that stays hidden as the other watches the center of their affection without letting them know how they feel

19. Forbidden Love

technically you can do a forbidden relationship for any of these, but this one is specifically for forbidden love

20. Star-Crossed

love that was meant to be - maybe even one that felt like destiny

21. Finding Love Again

after the pain of either being scorned, losing a loved one, or being burned by a flame too bright, this is for a character finding that they can find a second chance in love

22. Showering With Gifts

admittedly not my cup of tea, but some love languages can be spoken through sharing or giving to one's partner

23. "High School" Sweethearts

high school in quotes cause it's more of a mutual apprentice crush that turned into a relationship after the two got colder

24. Playful Love / "Puppy Love"

a soft and childish love filled with affection - a honeymoon phase that never ends because they fall in love each time they see each other

25. Soft Love

laying in silence, enjoying each other's company, little whispers but nothing too loud. cuddling together, letting the warmth of your partner[s] overtake you and just being happy they're there.

26. Adorned With Flowers

very specifically chosen for flower language. flowers that perfectly describe a relationship or, at least, the two characters in the relationship. flower crowns optional.

27. "Don't Go"

can be sad or bittersweet or even just someone needing to wake up to go on patrol, it's love in which when one party doesn't want to see the other one go

28. "I Adore You"

adoration of any kind - from a powerful love to a deep respect. no matter the type of feelings, it's devotion until the end.

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if you follow along, feel free to tag me in the posts! I'd love to see what you do! All I ask is to respect my blacklist and not tag me in anything that's listed there.

also if you're doing it as well, you're free to choose between canon or OCs or even both

either way, I have some designs I need to get done before next month comes around so this blog may be a little quiet fdsakh

#warriors #warrior cats #art challenge #writing challenge #either way #you can do whatever makes you happy #i had to check how many days were in this february #cause admittedly #i forgot #i don't keep track of leap years

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fyeahbatcat · 3 years

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I did the same thing as you when T*m K*ng fucked up everything. I was buying 11 comic DC comic titles, I dropped all of them and haven't brought a single DC comic since. I know DC doesn't care or notice but honestly it makes me feel better.

I'm so weak for Batcat though that I got a second hand copies of Batman animated movies that involve Selina. I hated Hush, the part one Batman:LH was kinda meh for me, I'm hoping for better in part two. Have you seen the leaked Injustice movie? I loved them in the Injustice issues I've read, it's why I brought it (before I blacklisted DC). Then I got the game and it went downhill.

I'm tired. I just want a Batcat adaptation that commits to the relationship. Everytime they get together DC pulls them apart at the end it's so annoying.

Yeah, I feel like in almost every form of media that does batcat defaults to the will-they-won't-they-star-crossed-lovers route because they think it's more interesting than a substantial relationship, and the ironic thing is that it's so overdone that that's what's boring to audiences, especially since there's a lot more batcat featured media than there used to be. We really just want to see something different. I think Telltale Games figured this out, but unfortunately the company went under before we really got to see what they had planned.

There is this idea that the interesting thing about relationships are watching the “chase” and once a couple finally gets together that’s it. It’s over and there’s no more story to tell. When the whole wedding debacle happened He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named said he feels like Batman and Catwoman getting married should be the last Batman story. Of course in a classic Catch-22, the plan is for Batman to never end thus ensuring that story never gets told and readers are stuck in a never-ending cycle of watching the relationship get built up and capitalized on at every conceivable turn, just to be torn apart just before they really have a chance to get together.

This is such an obscenely outdated mindset. Batman and Catwoman hypothetically getting together in any type of way would be boring, but apparently recycling the same old tropes over and over again in most forms of media for nearly a century is what thrills audiences. Perhaps this lack of forward thinking and inability to build a sustainable readership is why certain folks are no longer employed at DC Comics 🤷

#ask #anonymous #personal note #oh well c’est la vie

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buzzykrueger · 3 years

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first of all i would like to thank you for always replying to asks ♡ you are the only person of this fandom i can talk to about my concerns regarding this manga/anime ;-; without your meta i would be twisting in pain lol

I wanted to ask if you feel those two princesses (the ones that planned to scape but only one survived) are some kind of foreshadowing concerning killua and gon's future *tries not to cry* because their personalities were just to similar and i don't understand why togashi felt the need to show us that kind of bond, to later traumatize us in just a few chapters. i understand he may be trying to portray how weak they actually are and how they underestimate the whole succession thingy, but it was too much. i still found so beautiful and poetic the way her nen took her form after she died only to take care of her loved one. do you.. *whispers* think killua or gon could die? i hope not, I just know i will be depressed for years. i'm not joking. still, since you have such a positive view of everything i may just be seeking comfort hehe thank you for reading me!

Hiiii! Omg this is such a late reply I’m so ashamed HAHAHAAH sorry!

I don’t think any of them could die, I really don’t! I feel like their tragic peak was at CAA, if they were to face death it should be there. Both of them were prepared to die, and verbalized it, but Killua proved that not everything must be tragical to be meaningful - and there goes that reconstruction of some well-known tropes like the “star-crossed lovers”, usually split by tragic fates.

Since Hunter x Hunter is more close to choices and humanity than to something intangible like the concept of fate, I pretty much doubt it. For me, Togashi won’t make them endanger themselves to the point of nearly dying anymore, not after Gon was pretty much 100% going to die but got saved by his beloved one.

The moment Killua faces Palm and then has his breakdown, connecting to what he sees of Gon-san and to the after battle, its a way of saying that you can live and fix things. You can fix with love. You don’t have to die in order to give your heart a voice. :)

Of course, my interpretations but HxH is very positive about how relationships change our lives for better. They got their chance to die but decided to live and see each other happy. Being capable of dying for another but choosing to live is a powerful act of love imo, even if they’re separated now, because it shows how unselfish is their real bond, the true nature of this love isn’t rooted on selfishness at all! Ofc, if they died for each other, I wouldn’t think of it as a malicious act of selfishness but you got my point hahaha just hard to put into words. So I think they’ll not die, they’ll do anything to fix this, see each other living, and follow together whenever they’re ready... it’s what I get from Togashi’s message and decision of giving Gon a second chance. No more tragedies please!!!!

Drop by again! Sorry I didn’t even mentioned the princes, this arc is so confusing so I took the liberty to focus on your main concern HAHAHAH. I am the one who should thank you :).

#ask #hxh

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leafychan · 6 years

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My shipping post

That no one asked for...

Hey everyone! I'm a crazy shipper and I've seen these going around forever, so why not do one, right? I know that I don't NEED to justify my ships, I believe in letting people enjoy things, cause shipping doesn't directly harm anyone. But that said, I love sharing and possibly meeting other fans. I'll give a little background for each, since I know not everyone is into everything. So now, in no particular order, my top ships atm!

Nalu (Natsu/Lucy, Fairy Tail)

Natsu and Lucy have this bond that's is stronger than Best Friends. They do everything together, ever since he brought her into Fairy Tail. Natsu, while protective of all his friends, is extra protective of Lucy, and she risked life and literally limb, more than once, to save him. Plus he uprooted an entire rainbow sakura tree to make her happy! These two are my current top OTP.

Gajevy/Gale (Gajeel/Levy, Fairy Tail)

I call them the Vegeta/Bulma with more feels ship. It's an enemies turned eventually to lovers pair. The super intelligent bookish script mage and the big scary dragon slayer that formally attacked her team and destroyed her guild. Once he became a member of that same guild, he started to soften to her, and she forgave him and teamed up with him, and started to fall for him. She taught him what it meant to love. His confession was heartbreaking. I just loved their development, it may have been the most of any of the "canon" couples in the series.

Kacchako (Bakugou/Uraraka, My Hero Academia)

I multiship this show like woah right now, and would take a whole post just listing them all. And yes I ship Izu*cha and Kiribaku as well, among many other combinations. I also have no expectations of THIS ship being canon at all. But it's so intriguing to me. This is more a ship of possibilities. Bakugou noticed her and recognized her strength, something he doesn't do with most people. I wanna see him become a better person, and I feel her influence, along with him caring about someone else, could help that along. Likewise I feel he could help push Uraraka to be stronger and more confident in her abilities. Plus their combined quirks would just be pretty awesome!

Adrienette/Ladynoir/Marichat/Ladrien (Adrien/Marinette, Miraculous Ladybug)

Hopeless, oblivious, cinnamon rolls. She has a crush on him in their civilian life, he has a crush on her in their superhero life. They don't know each others identities. Hijinks ensue! I'm weak for it! Of the love square, I think Marichat is my favorite fandomwise, once again, for the possibilities. If she realizes she has feeling for Chat Noir, and he realizes he has feeling for Marinette, then the square is complete, and I feel they will also have fallen for each other's most relaxed, natural personas.

Zelink (Zelda/Link, Legend of Zelda series)

I have shipped most incarnations of them together since Ocarina of Time. Sort of the classic hero/princess tropes, but with the story changing a bit each incarnation. I'm kind of hung up on Breath of the Wild Zelink at the moment. This Zelda is more science/scholarly, and rather tsundere toward Link, eventually falling in love with him.

Gourina (Gourry/Lina, Slayers)

This is my all time OTP. One of the earliest animes I got into, and one of my earliest ships. The crazy, hot headed, distructive sorceress with a good heart, and her not to bright swordsman and self appointed protector. He had vowed to stick with her for the rest of his life, and they are cute in their oblivious yet obvious way.

Sokai (Sora/Kairi, Kingdom Hearts series)

More cinnamon rolls, this time separated by worlds, trying to get back to eachother. These dorks are best friends who seem to be falling for eachother, but get caught up in a grand, multiple world saving adventure. I'll admit I fell out after KH2, not having the game systems to play all the side games. But with KH3 (hopefully) dropping rather soon, I'm falling back into it.

Cullen/Inquisitor (Dragon Age Inquisition)

Ok I have a bunch of Romance Canons in the Dragon Age Universe, and some I haven't gotten to do yet but plan to (like Dorian or Bull). But right now my favorite ship is the Inquisitor and Cullen. Especially a mage Inquisitor. It kinda makes for that whole star crossed love between a mage and a (former) templar thing, which is taboo in that universe. Cullen's been through some shit, and he's trying to better himself, and I just want to hug him. Their romance is rather sweet, in the middle of a war.

I have soooooooo many more ships that I could go on for a while, but I won't do that to your dashboard (especially since I can't put this under a cut on mobile), and you'd probably lose interest, if you had enough to read this! These are just the ships that I've invested time/energy into lately. I know not everyone will agree with all of them, but ship and let ship, its fiction, ya know?

And if you are into any of these ships, feel free to follow, this is mostly the shipping content I'll reblog! I've found some great fandom communities out of some of these! ❤❤❤

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thefallennightmare · 6 months

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Just Pretend-five

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Authors Note: Again, this chapter means so much! Please take the time to really enjoy it, its a long one.

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

NOAH

"Wait, he called her that?" Jolly asked as he leaned forward while resting his elbows on his knees.

Malcolm gave us a weak smile. "It's not the worst thing he's called her."

My knee bounced with agitation as I sat on the couch of our bus with Jolly on one side of me and Nick on the other. A while ago, Malcolm and Chase came knocking on our bus wanting to talk to us about what happened last night. We were already in the next city and spent the morning in our respective buses until recently. Chase was really worried about Y/N and needed to talk to us about it.

"Steven said it was pretty bad," Folio said from his spot at the kitchen table area, twirling a drumstick between his fingers.

Chase and Malcolm, who were sitting next to each other on the couch opposite of us, shared a look before Chase let out a deep breath.

"You guys have to promise you won't tell her you know? She's already so broken inside, the last thing she needs is knowing you all know what happened."

My burning gaze was trained hard on the floor at my feet as I fiddled with the bracelets on my wrists, anger sitting in a festering bubble low in my stomach. Chase and Malcolm haven't even told us what was said last night and I'm already trying to hold myself back from confronting Trey.

"Noah," Malcolm's usual playful voice was gone; filled with so much coldness and despair.

I snapped my eyes up to him, jaw clenched hard. "What?"

"I don't know what you said to her yesterday but I haven't seen her that bright and vibrant in so fucking long. She was beaming, man. She felt so good about herself that she wore something she knew would piss Trey off. You did that."

Chase stood up and walked past me to grab a beer from the fridge but not before giving me a pat on the back which in turn caused a small smile to slip as I nodded.

"You don't understand how much your friendship with her means to us. All we ask is if you guys remain in her life after this, which would be good for her, please don't hurt her." He said with a serious tone.

"I promise," I said. "Now, what else did Trey say?"

Chase popped open the beer, downing half of it in one go, and fell onto the couch again with a groan.

"Trey told her to go change. She stood up for herself or tried to, anyway. He called her a two-dollar whore that was only dressing like that to impress Noah."

Jolly dared a glance at me but I kept my gaze trained ahead at Chase, not wanting to deal with Jolly's questions right now.

"Trey belittled her into believing that without him, she would have nothing; no band, no friends."

Malcolm hesitated as he spoke. "Trey called her a waste of a hole. To quote him directly. "Your mouth is the only thing you're good for and even then you're pathetic.""

My face gave nothing away, almost blank, even though I was biting the inside of my cheek, and my voice was almost monotone. "What did she say to that?"

"Nothing," Chase sighed. "She shut down, Noah. Almost in a catatonic state as she stood there and let him pick apart everything he thought was wrong with her."

"You guys have only been around for part of this but us," Malcolm bumped his knee with Chase. "We've been here since day one and have seen how much she's changed. She was going to move in with us in Los Angeles but Trey won't let her. He keeps her in Vegas because he doesn't want her to live with anyone that's not him."

"Why won't she leave?" Bryan asked as he leaned against the door that led to the bunks. He'd been quiet the whole time, just listening.

"You don't know what it's like to be with someone who drains you," I muttered.

Nick was the only one who heard because he rubbed my shoulder, understanding exactly what I meant.

"She's our sister," Chase said with a broken voice. "We just want her back."

All of us were silent, letting the words hang in the air, until after a few long moments, Folio spoke up.

"We should go do something. Get her out of the bus so she's not sitting inside her own mind."

Everyone agreed, and while they discussed different things to do, I motioned to Hollow Souls bus. "Is Trey there?"

"No," Chase shook his head. "He has a radio interview so he'll be gone all day."

"Good."

As their voices faded in the background, I peered out the window of the bus to let myself calm down. I didn't want to let the others know how upset I was right now. Hearing what Trey said to Y/N and learning she didn't do anything to stop it made the anger vibrate through me. I knew it wasn't her fault; I knew all too well you couldn't blame yourself for the way others treat you.

Jesse once made a joke about how we’re shit at showing our feelings. That much is true, but when Y/N's within any distance of me or even miles apart, my feelings can’t help but bleed out. I still don’t know how to express this which only makes it fester more than it needs to only because it’s new. I hate getting attached- not since that time all those years ago. Especially when people come, eat & leave.

My biggest fear? I didn't like how much control she had over me. I've always been in control.

I’m in control, I’m in control.

The words repeated in my mind like a mantra.

Another thought that kept me up the last few nights: Am I really sitting here just waiting to have my heart ripped out of me?

Is Y/N worth the potential heartbreak down the road when the moment comes of choosing Trey over me?

I let out a long deep breath at that thought. It wasn't like we were in a relationship and I was going to make her choose so why was I so worried about the heartbreak.

Suddenly I wished Jesse was here so I could talk to him about this. His first question would be:

What’s the point of any of this?

Well shit, I don’t know now. I thought I did in the beginning but now, who the fuck knows.

Is this what love is? My mind is being ripped to shreds feelings of being led to death? What I knew of it was that I don’t know any peace without her.

I think…I think I'm fucked.

Movement from outside caught my eye, and I watched Y/N stepped onto the concrete beneath her, long hair flowing over her shoulders as the wind brushed over her. Affection and adrenaline surged through me as I shot up from the couch and bounded down the stairs of the bus doing my best to keep quiet.

It was an overcast day, the suns' rays barley breaking through the thick clouds but it was just enough to create a glow around Y/N. Almost an angelic aura.

My angel.

She didn't notice I was standing a few feet from her since she was in her own thoughts so I took this as an opportunity for our day of fun to start.

"What the fuck?"

She squealed with laughter when I snuck up behind her and lifted her in my arms, her legs dangling in the air. Her body twisted and turned until I had her thrown over my shoulder, arms smacking at my back.

"Noah! Put me down!"

I readjusted my hat, the one she almost knocked off, and let out a little laugh. "Not going to happen, angel. You can smack my back all you want, I'm not letting you go."

Her smacks to my back stopped, but she continued to squirm in my arms while I carried her over to my bus.

"Please, I'm way too heavy for you to carry me."

My feet nearly tripped over each other as I came to a sudden halt and gently let her down to stand in front of me. Immediately I noticed the dark circles under her eyes and how red the whites of her eyes were.

Fuck, she'd been crying.

"Don't say that," I said while slowly shaking my head.

Her shoulders fell. "Noah, I'm tired. I want-.What are you doing?! PUT ME DOWN!"

Her screams echoed throughout the parking lot as I scooped her up again, this time bridal style, and carried her the rest of the distance to my bus where Malcom was sitting on the last step, typing away on his phone.

"Everything alright?" He asked with a chuckle.

I set Y/N down again and she made quick work to fix her hair out of her face before hitting me with a very playful glare.

"Cute look, angel." I mused with a smile.

Malcolm shook his head with a chuckle before retreating up the stairs to our bus, leaving the two of us alone. My fingers fiddled with my bracelets as nerves away at me. This wasn't the first time we were alone with each other but every time we were, she had this effect on me.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Her soft voice broke me out of the trance she always put me under but I recovered fast by lifting one shoulder in a half shrug, lazily smile playing at my lips.

"You look good today; I can't help it."

A deep red hue brushed over her cheeks as she averted her gaze from my face down to her feet as she shifted on them.

"You're just saying that. I'm still wearing my sweats from last night," her voice was quiet but I could still hear the defeat behind it.

I took a step towards her. "What do I have to do to prove it to you, angel?"

My name fell from her lips as she finally gazed up at me and I went to reach for her hand, our pinky's brushing against each other, Bryan's loud voice called down from the bus as he stepped off of it.

"Matt's letting us borrow the crew's van but made us promise not to get any sand inside of it. It's a bitch to vacuum." Bryan mimicked in a high voice that sounded nothing like Matt.

"We leave in ten minutes."

He gave me a look as I nearly jumped back from Y/N and stuffed my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans, giving Bryan a nod.

"We'll be ready to go. I just have to grab a few things."

Y/N raised a brow between us. "Where are you guys going?"

Chase came out of the bus next and threw an arm over her shoulders. "We are going to be spending the day at the beach; all of us."

She tensed in his embrace. "What about-?"

"No, do not worry about him. We planned this day for you. So, go get dressed and meet back at the van in five minutes," Chase pushed her towards their bus.

She scoffed playfully, the brightness slowly returning to her eyes. "What if I said I was already dressed?"

Bryan snickered as he noticed how Chase stiffened before trying to explain himself.

"I'm just fucking with you," Y/N patted his cheek. "Give me ten minutes."

As she walked away, I couldn't help myself as I watched her with a fervent gaze before her form disappeared from my line of sight.

"You're staring," Chase mentioned.

"Yea, I know," I sighed before running up to the bus to grab the few things I wanted to bring with today.

NICK R.

By the time I got to the van, there were only a few spots left open. Bryan sat behind the wheel while Malcolm sat in the front seat. In the middle, Folio sat in the section row directly in the middle seat while Jolly sat in the back with Chase. Suddenly my mind whirled with an idea, a smirk crossing my face.

"Jolly and Chase, swap with Folio," I rushed out when I noticed Noah walking up to the van.

Folio gave me a look. "Why?"

"Dude, just do this. Before Y/N gets here." I hurried the three of them to swap places.

"The back is tight enough already. Now you have Noah back here with his long legs he's going to be taking up the entire space," Folio grumbled.

Jolly snickered while him and Chase now sat in the middle section of the van while Folio reluctantly sat on the farthest seat in the back. "I know what you're planning, Nick."

Hoping into the empty spot next to him, I raised my hands innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Noah walked up to the open door of the van with his backpack slung over his shoulder and scoffed when he noticed which seats were left open.

"You assholes are really sticking the tallest one here in the back?" He groaned while climbing into the back of the van.

"You'll thank me later," I smirked wickedly while nodding towards Y/N who emerged from Hollow Souls.

Noah sucked in a breath as he took in the sight of her.

NOAH

Fuck. She's breathtaking.

Her outfit was simple for a day on the beach; Black sweatpants and a sweater to match, random designs scattered over it. Her long hair was straight down her back as she tucked a strand behind her ear.

"Oh," Y/N murmured as she noticed the only empty spot left in the van was in between Folio and I.

Which meant she had to climb over me to get to her spot.

"Here, let me get out-."

I began, but she didn't bother to listen as she stepped into the van to climb over me to her spot but dropped something out of the large tote bag she was carrying.

"Fuck me," she groaned while bending over to grab whatever fell.

My attention wasn't on what fell out of her bag but her perk round ass in front of me. My heart was in my ears pounding so fucking loud I couldn't focus on anything else but Y/N bend over in front of me. Her ass was so close to my lap and I bit the inside of my cheek hoping my cock wouldn't give way how this sight was affecting me.

Chase leaned an arm over the back of his seat as he stared at us, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Fuck you," I mouthed.

Y/N sighed while tossing her back on the floor next to the door. "Sorry, guys. I'm having a off morning."

"No, you're fine," I smiled up at her as she squeezed past my legs to get to her seat.

My hand grazed over her hip to help guide her as she finally got comfortable between Folio and I. The skin of my palm still burned from my gentle touch on her hip and I had to shift in my seat to adjust myself in my jeans.

I don't need a fucking boner right now.

"Are you alright?" Y/N questioned. "Why did they stick the tallest guy in the back?"

"I'm wondering the same thing," I grumbled while staring directly at the back of Nick's head.

Even if he didn't say it, I knew he was the one that set up this entire thing.

Folio sighed while leaning forward towards Jolly. "Can you move your seat up? I've got no leg space back here."

Jolly snorted. "No."

When Bryan finally began driving, I eased into the ride by looking out the window; the scenery whipping past us before I could focus on it. While Folio and Y/N had their own conversation, I thought of ways to make this day special for her so she didn't have to think about Trey or what happened last night. She needed to see how we all saw her which is why I made sure Bryan brought his camera. It wasn't nice enough to go swimming but Jolly also brought his guitar in case we wanted to strum a song or two.

"Oh by the way," Y/N's soft hand patted my knee, and I felt a spark from her touch. "I texted Keaton to remind him about the $100 he owes me. He said he would give it to me when you let him borrow your copy of Smash Bros."

Jolly turned around so fast, his hair smacked Nick in the shoulder. "We already gave him our copy of Smash Bros."

Y/N held up her hands. "Hey, I'm just the messenger. A messenger that wants her $100."

With a chuckle, I pulled out my phone to send a quick text to Keaton while the two of them bickered.

Send Y/N her $100 and I'll buy you your own copy of the game.

Keaton responded before I had the chance to put my phone back into my pocket.

Oh shit, she's that special? Buying me a game you already know I lost?

Rolling my eyes, I typed out my response quick so Y/N couldn't see.

I'll buy it for you when I'm back in town. Even take you out on a bro date.

Only if you bring Y/N along. I think she'll be good for you. I've been trying to set you guys up for a while now.

I ignored that text and the way my stomach flipped and slipped my phone back into my pocket just in time for the view of the beach to come into view.

As soon as the van pulled into a spot in the empty parking lot, I grabbed mine and Y/N's bag while stepping out on the concrete. The sun's rays were nonexistent on this side of town, a slight breeze making me pull my jacket closer to my chest as Y/N stepped out of the van.

"I can hold my own bag, Noah," she reassured me.

I shrugged her off while throwing both of our bags on my back and motioned her to follow everyone else who began their walk down to the beach. Since it was chilly this afternoon, the only other people there were couples reading, throwing a ball for their dog, or the occasional runner.

"Careful," I looked over my shoulder to Y/N as we were walking down a pretty steep cliff.

She pushed my hand away with a smile but let out a small scream as she lost control of her footing and my hands quickly shot out to grab her. I pulled her into my chest to support her and once she was safe on her feet; I knew I should have let her go but with the way she gazed up at me through her lashes had me transfixed. Everything around us fell away like it always did and I felt myself being pulled towards her lips.

"Last one there has to vacuum out all the sand from Matt's van," she smirked before pushing past me, running in a fit of giggles.

Through all the confusion and question running in my mind, one this was crystal clear as I watched Y/N kick up sand as she ran past Malcolm, purposefully knocking off his hat, and she turned to face me with her arms up in the air. The brightness in her smile paled in comparison the bright blue of the water behind her.

"Come on, daddy long legs! Keep up, will ya!"

I'm so irrevocably fucked.

The afternoon passed by in such a furry that when it was nearing early evening; I tried to think of ways to extend our time together. Since it was too cold for swimming, we spent our time either throwing a ball back and forth, Jolly playing guitar while I sang a few tunes something I noticed Y/N watch intently. Bryan snapped pictures and videos for one of our tour vlogs and whenever he tried to get some footage of Y/N, she hid her face or move out of view.

Another thing I noticed.

Now, not a shock to anyone, everyone had stalked off to go find some food since no one brought any snacks. So Y/N and I sat quietly next to each other on a blanket as we let the sounds of the waves and seagulls fill the void between us.

Y/N had a book perched on her lap as she stared down at it transfixed at the words on the page and I marveled at the beauty of such a simple task. Malcolm tried to give her shit for it earlier.

"Who the hell brings a book to the beach?"

"I do," she stuck her tongue out at him and I swore I got hard from the brief flash of flesh.

"Everyone has their own hobby, Malcolm," Chase chastised his bandmate.

"Yeah," I agreed. "I like to go hiking when I can. Every so often, I'll bring a book with me. I'm big into Philosophy right now."

"See?" Y/N squeezed my arm. "Noah gets it."

"If you're curious about what I'm reading, you can ask," she didn't bother taking her gaze away from the book as she turned the page.

I didn't say anything, simply grabbed the camera Bryan left and snapped two quick photos.

"Oh, please don't," she groaned while covering her face with her hands and hair. "I do not look good enough for pictures."

"You look beautiful, angel," I whispered while gently removing her hands from her face then brushed away the hair.

She shook her head. "No, I don't."

My heart ached for her. Trey implanted all of these negative thoughts in her mind, stomping so hard and deep that it was going to be hard pulling them out.

"What do I have to do to make you realize it?"

My words from earlier echoed around the space between us.

“You don’t need to do anything, Noah. I’m not who you think I am in your head," she turned her head to face the water in front of us.

I shifted in my spot on the blanket so I kneeled in front of her. “I think you’re wrong and I’m a great judge of character.”

Her lips twitched as they tried to force a smile, her mewling over my words. “Hm, that part is true. You really think I’m beautiful?”

She was fidgeting with the string of her hoodie, twirling it between her fingers. She wasn't fishing for more compliments; she really wanted to know if that's how I saw her.

“You don’t think you are?"

Y/N shrugs her answer, not daring to voice her thoughts.

I took a deep breath to steady myself, knowing that what I was about to say would give way to something from my past I didn't like to talk about. "Well, I do. I know Trey fucked with your head and you might not want to talk about it now but know, I'm here for you whenever you're ready."

"It's a lot and I don't want to put that heavy burden on you, Noah. It should be mine alone to deal with."

I lifted her chin with a knuckle but she still averted my gaze.

"You shouldn't be with someone that drains your spirits. Drain the light from your soul, angel."

Her bottom lip trembled as she let out a shaky breath. "It can't rain all the time."

Suddenly, I realized that the only way to get her to realize that I knew what she was going through was to tell her something few knew.

"You know," I started, then let out a deep breath. "My ex did the same thing."

She raised her head, shocked, as the words die off of my lips. “She did? I don’t see how, you’re so-."

I raised a brow. “So what?”

The way she hesitated made my heart lurch as waited for her answer.

"You're-." She stammered before letting out a deep breath, almost as if admitting the words would put it out into existence. "You're wonderful, Noah.

The intensity even from her dull eyes made my skin buzz with the same adrenaline from before and not wanting to say anything in fear of running the moment, I snapped a few more pictures of her which made her reach for the camera.

"I don't think so!" I chuckled while rising to my feet. I readjusted my hat when she tried to reach for the camera again, her own laughter sounding like a church choir on my ears.

Eventually she gave up and let me snap a few more pictures of her as we walked together down the beach; her picking up a seashell or her walking along a rock wall that went straight out into the water.

"Be careful, angel," I warned from below on the sand. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."

She gave me a wicked smile from above. "Would you catch me if I fell?"

Even though the season changed throughout the day and with the waves crashing around us, I grinned up at her. "Though the skies are turning grey, I'll never let you fall, angel."

My favorite picture? It was the one I just took of her as she shed her shoes and rolled up the bottoms of her sweats up to her knees. She stared deep out in the vast distance of ocean and sky, eyes slowly filling with the light the longer we spent together.

I broke out in a huge smile as I pulled the camera away from my face when she tried to look at me but the rapid wind blew her hair in all different directions.

"Shit, I knew I should have brought a hair tie," she cursed while trying to flatten her hair.

"Here," I pulled off the one I always kept on my wrist and handed it to her.

Once her hair was on top of her head in a very messy bun, I snapped one last picture of her before setting the camera back down on the blanket. Y/N cringed when she saw her reflection in the camera of her phone.

"Oh, yikes. Why the hell did you take a picture of me looking like this?"

There was a long piece of hair that she missed, it was hanging on the side of her head, so with a gentle touch I tucked it behind her ear, my fingers grazing over the skin of her neck. She shivered in my touch as her face reddened.

"Well, I still think you’re a beauty. You've never seen my hair when it’s ocean fucked," I grinned.

With a gentle push to my chest, Y/N began walking into the water.

"Well, are you going to let me see that hair all fucked?" She teased.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath but quickly recovered when I realized how deep into the water she was going. "Angel, it's freezing!"

She ran her fingers through the waves. "Come on, the water's fine! Stop being a pussy."

Kicking off my shoes, I cursed when I realized I was wearing too tight of skinny jeans so not being able to roll them up; I followed her into the waves.

"You're insane," I chuckled.

Both of us were knee deep in the water, our clothes soaked, but neither of us cared. The way she came alive and free out here made me smile.

Fuck, she really was beautiful.

"If you were a bird, what bird would you be?" She asked when she came to a stop in front of me.

"Well," I ran a hand over my chin to show I was thinking deeply of this question. "According to the fanbase, they see me as a duck so I guess that."

"I love that! Oh, you know what would be funny?" She grinned.

I shrugged. "No, but I have a feeling you'll tell me."

"When you scream to Dethrone, you should be funny by saying this is dethrone you quacks, instead of fucks. It'd be a way of showing the fans you read everything online," she deadpanned before falling into a fit of giggles and looking up to the darkening skies above her.

Seeing how much that small joke made her laugh made me make a mental note to say that next tour.

"What about you? What bird would you be?"

"A crow," she answered so fast, almost as if she thought about this question in depth before. "They’re mysterious, they’re misunderstood and always take care of the ones they love.”

I hummed with her answer. "I can see that. You'd make a lovely crow."

She bumped her shoulder with me as the waves crashed harder around us. "You'd make a pretty cool duck. And we'd be bird friends."

"Well," I glided my hands through the water. "If you're a bird, then I'm a bird."

We stayed like that for a long moment, staring out deep past the horizon, and when her fingers brushed against my palm, I nearly folded when her hand linked with mine.

"Thank you for today. I haven't had this much fun since, well, the zoo."

I smiled warmly at her while looking down at our hands, still intertwined. "Anytime, angel. That's what I'm here for."

Our eyes met with fire as she turned to look up at me through lashes and I twirled the loose strand of hair between my fingers. Her hand fell from mine to play with the rosary at my neck and I drank in the sight of the way her lips parted slightly when she let out a breath, her bottom lip pink and raw from how hard she was biting it.

Her name slipped from my tongue into the air around us as I cupped her cheek while leaning down to close the distance between us. We were close, so fucking close all I would need was less than an inch to feel her lips on mine.

I bet they tasted like the chapstick she put on earlier; an action I watched closely.

Almost there.

"Fuck!" I cursed when cold water splashed up at my chest, Y/N doubling over in laughter as she splashed me again.

"You think that's funny?" I bent low at my knees with a sinister smirk on my face.

"No!" She began backing away from me. "Don't. I'm sorry."

Y/N was laughing so hard she could barely catch my breath and seeing how alive she looked right now made my heart soar into my throat. I nearly clutched my chest at the feeling.

"NOWAAH! NO!"

I tackled her into the water, bringing her underneath the waves with me, our laughter carrying us up the hill to the group of people who watched us with amusement in their eyes.

CHASE

"I haven't heard that laugh in a long time," Malcom spoke next to me.

I agreed with a nod as we watched Y/N try to dunk Noah underneath the water but she couldn't reach him and ended up tumbling in the water again; him falling in right after.

"We have to do something, Mal. We can't keep sitting by and watch him treat her like that," I said with a melancholy expression.

"She won't-."

I threw a hand toward Noah and Y/N who were now walking back to the beach, drenched from head to toe.

"That's what she deserves! Someone that makes her laugh like that. That takes countless pictures of her because he likes the way she looks."

Malcolm nodded while grabbing my arms. "I know, man. We both want that for her but we can't force that on her. She needs to realize it herself."

Nick spoke up. "You don't have to worry about Noah hurting her. That's the farthest thing from his mind. He might be stubborn as hell but when he cares about someone, he makes sure they know that."

Folio took his hat off to shake out the salty air from his hair. "He's a Scorpio, what did you expect?"

"Whether or not they admit it, they both need each other," Jolly smiled down to Noah who waved up at us.

My eyes tracked every movement Y/N made as she rung out the water from her long hair, the salt already creating waves through every strand. Even from this distance, I could see the small smile that graced the soft features of her face. There was so much hope in that tiny smile and to me, that was enough to see the light at the end of her tunnel.

"There's a restaurant around the block we can walk too. Lets go!" Jolly shouted down to them.

Noah knocked Y/N down to the sand before he took off in a race, her shouts of protests falling at his back.

NOAH

"Here, take this," I extended a dry sweater towards Y/N.

She was holding her arms to her chest, teeth chattering, as she did her best to show she wasn't cold

"N-no. I'm fi-fine."

"Angel," I warned. "Your lips are blue. Take the sweater."

We stood at the back of the van to change so we could head to dinner. I brought a jacket that I wore with the hood up and an extra hoodie which I tried to make Y/N take.

"Just take the sweater, alright? I brought extras for a reason."

Shaking hands reached for the sweater then she motioned to me to spin around. "No pe-peaking."

I made a show of covering my eyes with my hands and turned my back to her, waiting for her to change out into a sweater of mine and an extra pair of sweats that she had brought herself. Chase gave her shit for bringing extra pants but not a sweater.

"Alright, you can look now."

Her soft voice made me look over her shoulder just in time to see her hold her phone up and snap a picture of me.

"Angel, since when were you a photographer?" I smiled.

"Shut up and smile, Noah."

"Yes ma'am," I smirked while holding up my middle finger.

"Hmm, has anyone told you that you have long fingers?" She threw me a teasing stare.

And I'd love to fucking use them on you.

Clearing my throat, I tossed our bags into the back of the trunk and let it slam shut before nodding towards the guys that waited for us at the front of the van.

"What's the holdup back there?!" Malcom called out just in time as he saw us walk around the side of the van.

"Sorry, I had to change," Y/N smiled sheepishly.

While Hollow Souls walked in front of us, the guys teasing Y/N to no end about how wavy the salty waters made her hair; I hung back with Jolly and could see out of the corner of my eye he was giving me the typical DAD OMENS stare.

"I know what I'm doing, Jolly," I nodded with a smile to reassure him.

"I'm glad because we just want to make sure you don't slip and fall too fast."

As we reached the Greek restaurant, I reassured all of them one more time that I was being smart about this thing with Y/N. I wouldn't put my all into it without understanding the outcomes; not again.

Chase grabbed a table outside on the patio and Y/N went to choose a seat until I motioned towards the one in the middle. Nick sat on her left while I chose the one on her right, the one she almost chose; the one closest to the street.

"Do you want to share an appetizer?" I asked her as she browsed through the menu.

"As long as I get some tiropita, I'm all for sharing," she beamed up at me.

The salty brine from the ocean that clung to her hair and skin infested my sense and I let my racing heart calm for a few beats.

Once we ordered our food, it was then that I noticed a group of large guys walk out of the restaurant, their eyes immediately tracing and landing on Y/N. She was clueless to their stares, having a deep conversation with Folio who sat across from her.

"Shit, no way! That can't be her!"

"Dude, it is. That's their drummer, Chase!"

"We have to go get a picture!"

"Let them be, Jake. They just want to enjoy their meal in peace.

"Fuck that."

One guy stalked over towards our table with his phone out, camera app already open.

"You're Y/N! From Hollow Souls!" The guy, Jake, said.

She turned her attention away from Folio and plastered the typical 'nice to meet you' smile at the fan. "Hi."

"Would it be alright if I get a quick picture with you? I'm a huge fan."

I watched this exchange with a stern expression, eyes darting back and forth between them. My hand wanted to reach for hers under the table but I refrained.

Y/N pointed to the table in front of her. "We're actually getting ready to eat-."

"Oh, come on. Just one picture!"

Shit, this guy was persistent.

"She said no," I answered but the guy cut me off.

"Technically, she didn't." Then he looked back to Y/N. "Just one?"

Y/N swallowed thickly before pushing herself out of her chair and walked over to the fan. "Yeah, one is fine."

The guy held the camera at a high angel to get a selfie with Y/N throwing up two fingers in a peace sign. For the picture, he had his arm around her shoulder and when she went to pull away; he grabbed onto her hip, keeping her in place.

"Okay, we're done," She twisted out of his grasp.

"What about a group shot?" The fan asked hopeful.

"I said we're done," Y/N said this time with more force in her voice.

The guy nodded. "Alright, well can I get your number? I'm sure once you and Trey break up, you'll be looking for someone else. You're hot as fuck."

The sound of metal scrapping on concrete echoed down the street as I pushed myself out of the chair and calmly walked over to Y/N, wrapping a safe arm around her shoulder.

"I think we're done here."

She gave me a look of gratitude before folding herself deeper against me, soft hand sprawling across my back. Eventually the fan stalked off towards his group of friends as I let Y/N sit back in her seat, me following close behind.

Her hand squeezed my thigh under the table, fingers grazing over the small tear in my jeans and I melted into her soft touch.

"Thank you," she said with a genuine smile.

I motioned to the gyro in front of her, not wanting to let her know how bad she was effecting me. "Eat before it gets cold."

For the rest of the evening until the moon shined bright over us as we talked, I would steal glances with her doing the same. Every so often, our gazes would catch and we would quickly look away, redness creeping over our cheeks; or in her case, her nose.

The thoughts of earlier when I remembered what Jesse talked about came creeping in and in that moment, I wondered to myself if Y/N was worth it.

There wasn't a doubt in my mind she was. I'd prove that to her as long as she lets me, no matter how crazy it seemed to others.

That's what this thing was; it was the death of peace of mind.

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