#8:22pm

[xaviergalatis]

[everybodywantssomething]

I can’t believe Richard Manuel died before They Might Be Giants released any of their albums. rip Richard you missed some insane tunes.

[lilyliveredlittlerichboy]

fuck it. bedtime

[thestarchapter]

There’s typos in the set🥲🥲🥲🥲 oh well it’s 10:13pm . good night

[newforever]

https://ift.tt/yWR3aPV Tardiy - Anesthesia ( Original Mix ) HYPECUE Label

[girlyteengirlcore]

— until you learn

sevika x fem!reader

cw: established relationship, age gap (early 20s/late 30s), 🤏🏻 of obsessive sevika, verryyyyy dom/sub btw, strap-on sex, strap is referred to as “dick”, oral, dubcon (reader is a little bit intoxicated), orgasm control, clit stimulation, overstimulation, impact play, little bit of spit, squirting, degradation, aftercare

a/n: sorry for my little disappearance, this is my apology!! also, i’m so bad at the whole plot thing so i’m really sorry if the start of this sucks

wc: 3.2k

⌞friday night, 6:54pm ⌝

You had just finished getting ready for a night out with your friends, checking your phone every five minutes to see how far away your uber was. Once you got the notification that your ride has arrived you jumped up, nearly running out of the house. Your wife grabbed you by the arm, stopping you just before you reach the door.

"You forgetting something, doll?" Raising her eyebrows at you eagerness to leave.

"Oh sorry, babe," you stand on the tips of your toes, bringing your lips to hers.

When you pull away you give her a sweet smile, before turning on your heel and running out of the house. You glance back just before you hop in the car, waving at Sevika standing at the door.

"Update me regularly, please," the way she says it almost makes it sound like a question, but you know better than to assume she was asking. She was expecting you, telling you, to update her every now and then.

"Will do, love you!" You yelled your response at her from across the front yard, blowing her a kiss as you finally sat down and closed the car door.

⌞7:24pm⌝

It took about half an hour to get to the designated restaurant. Your friends spotted you from across the room once you arrived and went inside, ushering you over to your seat where you see they've already ordered some appetisers for the table. It feels like forever since you've seen them and it will probably be a while until you see them again, so you saver every hug from them as you go around the table.

You sit down and immediately get bombarded with questions about your life, you take some food as you answer all of their questions.

Once all of you had had your fill, you went up to the bar to order the first round of drinks. One round soon turned into two, then three, and once it got to four you suggested a bar hop. And when you actually found your second bar of the night, every second round of drinks signalled the trek to a new bar. However long the walk may be.

⌞10:13pm⌝

By this time it was about quarter past ten, and you only realised once you checked the time that you hadn’t been doing the thing that you promised to do. Update Sevika on the going ons of the night. She really doesn’t ask for much, truly, as she states in the multiple messages displayed at the bottom of your lock screen.

7:34pm

╰┈➤ Did you get there safe, baby?

8:06pm

╰┈➤ How’s it going?

9:03pm

╰┈➤ Baby

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤Are you okay?

9:22pm

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤ Where are you?

╰┈➤ I asked you to update me and you said you would, a simple ‘yes baby I’m fine’ would be amazing?

10:03pm

╰┈➤ I don’t ask for a lot and you can’t even do that much, I just want to know how things are going.

╰┈➤ I’m coming to get you

╰┈➤ Missed call

⌞10:16pm⌝

By the time you saw the countless messages and missed calls she left it was too late to message, she wasn’t going to answer since she was driving. You opt for the best option you could think of; sitting outside and waiting for her. You say goodbye to all of your friends, promising to see them again soon, wishing them the best for the time being. Then, you take your leave and find a comfortable space on the front concrete stairs of the establishment.

You’re scrolling on your phone when, soon enough, you hear a car pull up and park right in front of you. You look up and lock eyes with your wife through the open passenger seat window, she does not look happy.

Why were you getting excited? She’s about to berate you for disobeying her, so why are you feeling giddy?

You make your way over to the car, dragging your feet. Luckily you ordered some side dishes to eat while you were drinking, helping you to not get too drunk. But honestly, even if you didn’t, the feeling of her eyes burning into your head as you step inside the car would definitely do the trick.

“I’m really so—“

“Don’t wanna hear it.” She leaves no room for argument, no room for apologies, and absolutely no room for your endless excuses she knows you made up while waiting for her.

The rest of the drive home is silent. She left a cold bottle of water in the centre console that you graciously took, not bothering with manners since you know it won’t help your case.

You can’t lie though, the tension in the car mixing with the alcohol in your system was making you feel hot. You couldn’t help but imagine what she was going to do once you got home, smiling to yourself while looking at the window, trying your absolute hardest not to make it obvious that you were squeezing your thighs together. The butterflies in your stomach were making your clit throb with anticipation. The way she put her hand behind your head rest and turned around, using the palm of her hand to turn the steering wheel to back into the garage didn’t help the throb either.

You both sit in the stilled car for a moment, but you’re both still for different reasons. She’s thinking of what to say, while you’re waiting to be told what to do. She actually appreciates your behaviour for the first time all night.

“Sit on the bed.” You expect her to say more so you turn to face her, but once you receive a look that says ‘what?’ you get out of the car and head to the bedroom.

You’re waiting for some time before she comes in, stopping momentarily to glare at you, you shiver subtly under her gaze. She turns and closes the door, still standing facing away from you when she talks next.

“What is the one thing I asked you to do?” Turning around slowly to face you, walking over to you in a less than reassuring way.

“To update you,” your voice was small.

“Speak up, I can’t hear you,” she kneels down in front of you, staring up at you and yet it still feels like she’s looming over you.

“You asked me to update you.”

“Right. And what didn’t you do?”

“Update you.”

“I said speak up,” she says through her teeth, in an impatient manner.

“I didn’t update you. And I’m so sorry Sev, I just forgot.” Your apology was rushed, thinking she would interrupt you again. But she didn’t, she stayed silent.

“Take your clothes off.”

You swallow your nerves and lift your dress up over your head, sitting in your underwear. You don’t waste any time in taking off the rest, leaving you sitting completely bare in front of her.

“Lay on your stomach.”

You move further onto the bed, turning over and laying on your stomach just like she asked. She lifts up your hips with ease, placing a pillow underneath them. Then, the sound of her palm coming down on your ass fills the room. You hear it before you feel it. When you do feel it, it stings so badly that it feels cold.

She won’t make you count, she never does. That isn’t the point of this punishment. The point of it is to have to crying and begging her to stop while chanting empty promises along the lines of ‘I’ll never do it again!’ These pleas fall on unwillingly ears; she listens, relishing in the sobs that come out of your mouth every time she brings her hand down, then ignores you. Just like you did to her.

“Shut it. You want me to listen to you? Yeah? How do you think I feel, sweetheart?” She grabs your hair, turning your head to face her. The look in her eyes doesn’t do much to help the dripping between your thighs, but that doesn’t make it any less intimidating.

“I’m so sorry ‘Vika, I swear, it won’t hap- happen again,” stammering over your words due to your uncontrollable sobbing.

“You sure you’re not just saying that to get on my good side so I can play with your little pussy, babe? ‘Cause she looks pretty desperate,” the smirk evident in her tone.

“I’m sure.”

Out of nowhere she gets on top of you, straddling your thighs. She gets real close to your ear, make you shiver as you feel her lick the shell of it.

“Think you deserve to cum?” She hums in response when she sees you nod your head.

You feel her fingers slowly creep their way to your weeping pussy, but you stay still. You feel her knee nudge your legs open for easier access, but you still remain unmoving. It was only when her fingertip dipped slightly into you that you jolted, earning a chuckle from the woman above you. She gets off for a second and guides you to turn around. Still keeping your hips elevated but now you’re on your back.

She presses her knee to your shoulder, making it near impossible for you to move. And rubs your clit slowly with her hand, causing your eyes to close at the direct contact. You notice the light disappearing from behind your eyelids and open your eyes, only to see Sevika’s face above yours.

“Open wide, whore,” looking down at your lips with an expectant look.

You close your eyes agin and open your mouth, feeling a drop her warm saliva dribble onto your tongue. You swallow it immediately.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you?” A rhetorical question, of course. You both knew that answer.

Her other hand comes down to lift the hood of your clit up, making you clench around nothing as your clit is exposed to the cold air. Using her other hand to gather some of your arousal on a couple of her think fingers, a rub them roughly against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, back arching, and toes curling. Then, she shows you absolutely no mercy. Moving off of you and finding her place between you thighs, face to face with your drooling slit, licking her lips.

And she devours you, her hands do well to keep you from moving too much but even when you do, her face follows you. Never letting you escape the overwhelming pleasure. Sevika sucks your clit into her mouth, using her tongue to subjugate it to an unrelenting torture. As you feel your orgasm sneaking up, she lifts her head slightly, gaining your attention.

“Don’t cum yet.” What?

“I can’t hold it-“

“You’re going to have to, baby. I wasn’t asking.”

She gets right back to work, adding two of her thick fingers. While she seems to be enjoying herself, you have to fight off your pleasure while being forced to endure her tongue on your pussy. Not an easy task at all. You tell yourself to focus on your breathing, trying to hold it off for as long as possible but it doesn’t seem to be working at all. Little did you know, this is exactly what she wanted; to push to the point where you have to beg her to let you cum. Her favourite form of humiliation.

“Sev- vika, ohhh god, I can’t- I can’t hold it. Ohhhh my god, I can’t hold it— pleeeaaase baby! Fuckkk,” your pleas came out as screams through your teeth.

“Oh, I don’t know, baby. I really don’t think you deserve it, at all.”

The room was filled with the only words you could get out; pleasepleaseplease was all she heard, and she loved it. In fact, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once your hips started moving erratically, you both knew there was no holding it for any longer. She’s not worried though, she wasn’t planning on making you wait any longer anyway.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart? Go on, make a mess.”

The dam walls break, the noise you let out was ungodly. Your orgasm washing over you in such an intense way that your whole body starts shaking. The shivering didn’t stop Sevika from prolonging it, dragging your orgasm out by slightly slowing down the pace of her fingers. It was such a overwhelming sensation that you don’t even hear her get up, too fucked out from only one orgasm to see what she’s doing. The ringing in your ears stops you from hearing the sound of metal clanging together. She’s already fastened the harness around her hips and is lubing up the strap by the time you turn your head around, your eyes widening at the sheer size of it.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I c- please Sevi, I can’t cum again,” trying to give her the sweetest look you could muster up, looking for some type of sympathy.

“Don’t give me that, you’ve got plenty more in you.”

She gets on her knees on the bed, using one of her hands to lift your hips up and the other one to guide her strap into your drenched pussy. Swiping it up and down to gather all of your cum that has dripped out of you, using it as extra lube. You wince as she pushes in. Inch by inch, she’s filling you up. She’s so slow too, making sure you feel every detail of the fake dick.

Once you adjust to the size of it, she lifts both of your legs so that both of your feet are hanging over one of her shoulders. Your hips are off the bed completely and she wraps both arms around your legs, and she goes crazy. She moves back, only bringing her hips forward whenever gravity makes you impale yourself on her dick. The sound of skin slapping soon fills the room, almost drowning out the beautiful noises you were making.

Your mouth lolled open, drool finding its way out of your mouth and down the side of your cheek.

“That feel good, baby?” She already knew but she loved to hear you say it.

“Mhm,” your bottom lip finding its way in between your teeth.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Y- yessss, oh my fucking g- gooddddd!!!” Voice changing as she angles her hips slightly upwards, pressing into that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

She doesn’t stop when you cum for the second time.

“Aww, look baby. You’re creaming all over me, does it feel too good, sweetheart?”

She doesn’t stop when you squirt all over her abdomen.

“Ohhhhhh, you’re makin’ a mess.” Bringing her hand down and rubbing sloppy patterns over your clit, forcing more out of you. Making you scream through your teeth. She chuckles through her teeth and your reaction.

She doesn’t stop after you start begging her for a break.

“I thought I told you I don’t wanna hear any of that, of course you can take more.”

“I- I can’t! Vika pl-“

“Don’t make me repeat myself, we aren’t stopping. Not until you understand— not until you learn the consequences of your actions.”

And oh my god did she stick to her word. She’s still pushing into you even now, even after you’ve stopped making noise and your mouth is just hanging wiiiiide open, even after you’ve cum another handful of times, even after she starts getting tired. She’s persistent, you’ll give her that.

She pauses for a second when she hears you mumble something under your breath, grabbing your jaw. She taps your cheek lightly.

“What’d you just say, baby? C’mon, speak.”

“I— I’m sorry,” tears, real tears pour out of your eyes. Not tears from the hours of overstimulation, not tears from the overwhelming pleasure you’re still experiencing, but tears from being genuinely sorry.

“I’m sorry I didn’t li- listen, I won’t- it won’t happen again. I love you.” Your words are quiet, almost a whisper, and slurred. And your sobs and hiccups weren’t helping you to become more coherent, but she still understood what you said. You didn’t even need to say anything and she would still know.

She pauses, her eyes are darting all over your face. And she leans down to kiss your tears away softly, lovingly.

“Okay, baby. It’s alright, I love you too. You’re gonna cum one more time and we’ll be done. Yeah?”

She hums when you give her a nod, but you’re surprised when she pulls out. She’s slow with it, not wanting to hurt you. You focus your eyes to see her kissing down your stomach, until she reaches your sore pussy. You clench around nothing when you see her just looking, staring. Then, she leans in.

Immediately dipping her tongue in, her eyes rolling at the taste of your cum on her tongue. She doesn’t waste a drop, swallowing it all.

“Relax, baby. Deeeep breaths, yeah that’s good.”

She guides you through the build up, helping you to overcome to pain of your sensitive clit being stimulated once again, helping you to calm down, telling you when to breathe in… then out. During this time, you rely on her words and actions to know how to behave. She’s calm, so you’re calm.

As your orgasm builds further, you become a little erratic in your movements. Breathing becoming faster and more unsteady, hips lifting off of the bed and pulling away? or were they grinding on her face? neither of you could tell, and back arching.

“Baby, calm down.” Her authoritative voice was still so smooth like honey, making you shiver. You nod.

“I’m- gonna, gonna cum. Pleasepleaseplease- Vika I’m gonna c-“

“Yeah, I heard you. Calm down and let it alllll out.”

And when that cord inside you finally snaps, she’s there. Following your hips, forcing you to ride it out.

⌞probably veryyyyy early into the next morning⌝

Your back is against her chest, she’s running her hand up and down your torso. The warm bath water engulfing you both, making you sleepy. You could feel her watching you, so you open your eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Playfulness lingering in your tone.

“My beautiful wife,” she says without even thinking.

You smile, closing your eyes again and leaning back against her chest.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Sore.” She chuckles at your answer, letting the comfortable silence fill the bathroom again.

After a couple of minutes she speaks again.

“Don’t ever make me worry like that again.” Her voice calm, but threatening.

“Yeah, I got that.”

“I mean it, baby.”

“I know.”

“So?”

“I won’t do it again.”

“Right,” rewarding you with a soft kiss on your temple.

[heich0e]

yuuji's bedtime is 7:30 each night.

there are occasional exceptions like holidays or special events, but as a general rule jin is diligent about making sure his six-year-old is tucked up snug in his little bed by 7:30 sharp so he can get all the sleep he needs to learn and grow and thrive.

sukuna thinks that's all a load of shit.

as such, yuuji's strict bedtime routine is rarely followed when uncle sukuna is tasked with watching him for the night. partially because he thinks it's stupid, and the kid should be allowed to stay up as late as he wants, and partially to spite his older brother for asking him to babysit in the first place.

yuuji hops from one dingy tile to the next on one leg while sukuna surveys the convenience store shelves before his eyes. it's 8:15 now, a full 45 minutes past yuuji's bedtime, and the kid shows no sign of dropping anytime soon—futher proof, sukuna thinks smugly, that all that stuff his brother's always spouting about "childhood development" and "gentle parenting" is a bunch of garbage. he reaches out and plucks a bag of chips off the shelf in front of him, tossing it into the basket dangling from his hand.

"jichan!" yuuji finally lets both his little light-up sneakers hit the floor, looking up at his uncle with sparkling, expectant eyes. sukuna quirks a brow in his direction, waiting for him to continue. "can i show you my dance when we get home?"

"depends," sukuna says, turning and wandering a little further down the aisle. "'s it any good?"

"fushiguro-kun said it was really, really good when i showed him at school!"

sukuna clicks his tongue. "that so?"

"uh-huh!" yuuji replies cheerfully, watching as his uncle tosses a packet of candy into the shopping basket along with the rest of the junk food they'd set out on their after-hours excursion to procure. sukuna has every intention of letting the kid eat as much of it as he wants when they get back to jin's house, which he's sure would appall his older brother.

"if it sucks i'm gonna tell you," sukuna remarks pointedly, grabbing a second pack of the same gummy candy after deciding one was insufficient.

"it doesn't suck!" yuuji insists, trailing along after his uncle as they continue making their way through the store. the young man waves his hand dismissively as he fights back a smirk at the indignation in the brat's voice.

after grabbing a few more items—some chocolate candies, a pint of ice cream, and pack of cigarettes (which even sukuna isn't enough of a degenerate to share with the kid)—the two set off on the short walk back to jin's apartment with their spoils. yuuji is hopping on one foot again, trying to avoid the cracks in the pavement as they make their way home.

sukuna wishes the kid didn't have to stick so close, because he could really go for one of those cigarettes right now, but he resists the urge to fish one out from the pack and resolves to sneak out onto the balcony and smoke one when they get home and he can distract yuuji with the TV long enough to sneak away. in the pocket of his jacket, his cell phone vibrates, signifying a new text, and he digs it out to check the notification.

[new message - 8:22PM] how's babysitting duty?

sukuna smirks a little when he sees your name and message on the small screen in his palm. his eyes briefly flicker up to yuuji, who's wandered ahead a little bit, and then back to the device as he types out his reply.

'he's still alive.'

[new message - 8:23PM] a glowing endorsement

"ojiiiiiichan!"

sukuna glances up from the screen of his phone to see yuuji staring at him.

"what?" he asks his nephew flatly.

the noisy tyke cocks his head to the side. "why'd ya stop walking?"

sukuna blinks, he hadn't noticed he'd stopped while he was texting you.

"and why're you smiling like that?" the kid adds after a moment.

sukuna scowls, tightening his grip on the plastic convenience store bag in his hand in a way that makes it rustle. "'m not smiling like anything."

"you were," yuuji insists as the two start walking in the direction of home again, but this time he falls into step with his uncle instead of racing ahead. sukuna feels his curious eyes on his face as they near jin's apartment.

"stop staring at me," he snaps. "it's rude."

"papa says you're the rudest person he knows," yuuji remarks innocently, blissfully unaware of how scathing the comment really is.

"yeah, well your father's a cun—" he catches himself before he says what he wants to say, quickly (though awkwardly) correcting himself, "—niving guy."

"what's conniving?" yuuji asks.

"it means annoying," sukuna answers with a grunt. it's not true, but that doesn't matter to him.

"jichan, were you talking to a girl on your phone back there?"

sukuna almost stumbles in his surprise, his head whipping to the side to stare at his nephew in shock. "what the hell makes you say that?"

"hell is a bad word!" yuuji points up at his uncle admonishingly.

"i'm a grown up, i'm allowed to say whatever i want," sukuna says with a roll of his eyes. "now back to the question, brat."

"papa says that you're always talking to the girls in your phone when we're eating dinner at the table. it's part of what makes you rude."

sukuna sneers. his brother's always been a narc.

"conniving," sukuna mutters under his breath.

the apartment building is in sight now, and he's grateful because that craving for a cigarette has resurfaced with renewed vigour.

"papa also says that girls don't like ojichan because ojichan makes them cry."

"your papa doesn't know what he's talking about," sukuna grunts, irritated.

"did you make the girl you were talking to back there cry?" yuuji prods again for information.

"no, i didn't," the elder of the duo counters indignantly—weirdly indignantly, if he's being honest.

"good," yuuji says with a firm nod. he starts hopping on one foot again as the two of them approach the main entrance to the building. the lights on his sneakers dance across the pavement in the dark. "if you made her cry that would make me sad for her."

sukuna thinks about you then. you're probably at home now, waiting for him to reply to that last message he didn't get the chance to respond to. you're probably wearing those slippers you like so much, the ones he teases you about every time he comes over. probably in pyjamas already, since you tend to be early to bed. he wonders if you'll still be awake by the time jin gets home to relieve him from his childminding duties. wonders if you'll answer the phone when he calls. wonders if you'll let him come over if he asks.

"yeah," sukuna says quietly, almost unconsciously, as he pulls open the apartment door and allows his nephew to hop across the threshold ahead of him. "that'd make me sad too."

[breelandwalker]

Pink Moon - April 12 2025

Prepare for the blooming season and make sure you take those allergy meds - it’s time for the Pink Moon!

Pink Moon 🌸

Named for the appearance of spring flowers, in particular the early springtide ground phlox (also known as moss pinks), the Pink Moon often coincides with the first bloom of the season, with trees and fields in flower and a profusion of color returning to the world after the long bleak greyness of winter. Despite the name, the moon itself does not turn pink to match.

This year, the Pink Moon is a micromoon, occurring when the moon is approaching it's apogee, the farthest point in its' orbit from the Earth. The moon may appear slightly smaller or dimmer because of this when it reaches peak illumination at 8:22pm EST this Saturday.

North American indigenous names for this moon include Breaking Ice Moon (Algonquin), Budding Moon of Plants and Shrubs (Tlingit), Moon When The Ducks Come Back (Lakota), Planting Moon (Tunica), and Frog Moon (Cree). Alternate European names for the Pink Moon include Egg Moon and Budding Moon, and some modern pagan traditions call it the Awakening Moon.

The April full moon is also sometimes known as the Paschal Full Moon, being the first full moon after the spring equinox. The Christian Easter holiday, which has a floating date, occurs on the first Sunday after the Paschal Moon.

Farmer’s Proverb: A full Moon in April brings frost. If the full Moon rises pale, expect rain.

What Does It Mean For Witches? 🌸

The Pink Moon is a time for reconnecting with yourself and the world around you. The world is giving a good yawn and stretch after a long winter’s sleep and so can we! Get outside if you can and get some fresh air. Explore your area, especially if there’s something or someplace new you’ve been meaning to try. Revisit old haunts and discover what’s changed since the last time you were out and about.

Take a moment to assess your current goals and mark your progress. Celebrate your growth and learn from your setbacks. Assess your boundaries as well. Are you making enough time for yourself? Are you letting things or tasks or people intrude where they shouldn’t? Is there anywhere that you should be standing firm but aren’t?

Balance dedication to your work with playtime and relaxation. Remember that you are not required to set yourself on fire to keep others warm. Take time to care for your own needs and address those “I’m Sure It’s Nothing” health concerns you’ve been putting off.

What Witchy Things Can We Do? 🌸

By the time the Pink Moon comes around, there’s either one more cold spell working its’ way through or the first true warmth of spring beginning to appear. If the temperatures are rising to sunny pleasantry in your area, it’s the perfect time to start planting your garden.

Whether you have a few pots on a patio or a fully-planned plot or just some well-beloved houseplants, get your fingers into the dirt and transfer those seeds and sprouts to a nice fertile home. You can work various kinds of magic as you do, for growth, fertility, prosperity, tenacity, resilience, protection, whatever seems needful. (This can also be done separate from planting if you're not growing a garden.) If you grow your own plants for your magical practice, you can also bless them for their intended purposes.

If you don’t garden (and not all of us do) but still want to work some plant magic, you can grab your field guide and pruning scissors and go foraging. You can pair last month's Dig Through The Ditches exercise with some foraging and harvesting of the wild weeds growing in your area.

(This month's episode of Hex Positive addresses this exact topic!)

For a fun and easy full-moon spell, set out some gallon jugs of potable water to make Pink Moon Water. This will be excellent for watering your garden…and yourself! (Rainwater isn’t safe to drink these days, and water collected from wild sources is dicey even if you boil it, but drinking water works just fine.) You can also cast spells for creativity, change, fertility, happiness, adaptability, and growth. Use whatever methods resonate with you and remember that the most important component of any spell is the witch who casts it.

The earth is blooming, so let’s bloom with it!

Happy Pink Moon, witches! 🌕🌸

2025 Witches Calendar

Bree’s Lunar Calendar Series

Bree’s Secular Celebrations Series

Pink Moon Magic: The Thrilling Full Moon of April 2025, The Peculiar Brunette.

Pink Moon: Full Micromoon of April 2025, The Old Farmers Almanac.

Witchcraft Exercise - Dig Through The Ditches, Bree NicGarran.

Wild Weed Harvests, Bree NicGarran.

Easter and the Paschal Full Moon: Determining the Date of Easter, The Old Farmer’s Almanac.

Everyday Moon Magic: Spells & Rituals for Abundant Living, Dorothy Morrison, Llewellyn Publications, 2004.

Image Source: NY Post, April 2024.

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

Each piece of writing on this masterlist is set in the fratboy!jaehyun universe set up in chronological order of when things happen within the universe. Enjoy!!

updated June 2, 2025 most recently added fics are in bold!

/fics/

when the fratboy falls

Jaehyun is a fratboy with a notorious reputation for being a playboy, you have never heard of him. surely, he can use tutoring as an excuse to get close to you, right? OR the origin of it all

when the party's over

it was only a matter of time until this conversation came up. Jaehyun only wishes he were better at putting his feelings into words before the conversation went down

the after party

PART 2- Jaehyun realizes he’s going to need to put some real work in to try to win you back. What, he didn’t really think it would be easy to win you back, did he?

women in male fields

you’re fully aware you’re dating a reformed fuckboy/fratiest fratboy to exist but that doesn’t mean he can get away with acting like a douche without a taste of his own medicine… OR the 3 times sweetheart finds herself acting like a fuckboy and the 1 time Jaehyun calls her out

/timestamps and one-shots/

[10:14 pm]- Jaehyun is really nervous to have you attend a frat party now that he’s sure he likes you

[6:08 pm]- after a fight with your roommate, Jaehyun offers to let you stay with him while he tries not to act so nervous

[11:14 pm]- it's hard to forget that Jaehyun is a reformed fuckboy when you hear his old partners talk about what he's like in bed

he's harmless- you join the frat for a night in playing truth or dare... you get paid to kiss someone and it's not Jaehyun...

[4:22pm]- Jaehyun can't stand watching some loser flirt with you... why aren't you doing anything about it?

[6:18 pm]- you meet Jaehyun's ex and try not to be jealous, but damn, she's like really pretty

-when the party's over happens about here- -the after party happens here-

[8:48 pm]- Jaehyun crashes a facetime call with your mom

can I call her what she is?- Doyoung has a new girlfriend and she makes it very clear to you and you alone that she doesn’t like you. Too bad no one believes you

[1:03 pm]- you and Jaehyun meet each other's parents officially for the first time

[7:37 pm]- Jaehyun makes you mad and is uncharacteristically lovey dovey which is also weird for his frat brothers to see

[10:04 pm]- Jaehyun leaves a party to go take care of his girl

[6:14 pm]- Jaehyun teaches you how to drive

[10:16 pm]- Jaehyun keeps using awful holiday pick up lines on you... unfortunately they work

[7:06 pm]- Jaehyun mixed up the times for the frat formal so you have to rush to get ready. Luckily, Jaehyun’s there to help even though he’s never done it before

[2:49 am]- Jaehyun- Sleeping at the frat house is always an adventure- wait, is someone having sex right now?!

[12:22 am] why is your boyfriend's best friend on his Instagram more than you?!

[1:44 pm]- Jaehyun gets jealous when he wakes up to find you spending time with someone else instead of him

[4:19 pm]- Jaehyun comforts you when you have a bad day

I like(?) Haechan- you and Haechan are too close and Jaehyun finally admits that he's just a tiny bit jealous

[2:26 pm]- you and Johnny have to teach your boyfriend how to give acceptable feedback when you try on clothes

[12:09 pm]- You just learned that one of Jaehyun's fratbros was cheating on one of your friends and Jaehyun knew...

[2:24 pm]- how can you focus on giving Jaehyun's directions when he looks so damn good behind the wheel?

[5:11 pm]- Since when did the guys become comfortable enough to enter the bathroom while you were showering? Actually, when did you become comfortable to shower at the frat house at all??

[3:01 pm] Jaehyun gets jealous of all your attention going to a new pledge, Jisung

[2:24 am] a middle of the night bathroom run becomes a pregnancy test run which ensues in stress and anxiety

/tiktoks and other silliness/

best brother ever- you do the “best brother ever” prank on Jaehyun- he hates it

marrying ice cream- you do the “calling your boyfriend your husband prank” on your boyfriend

smudged kisses- you do the "messed up lipstick" trend with your boyfriend

no one would hear you scream- you do the "no one would hear you scream" prank on your boyfriend while on a hike with the frat

grwm while I...- Jaehyun decides to pull a prank on you. It backfires.

my boyfriend ranks...- you use the physical affection filter with Jaehyun and he ranks them

anyone could walk in on us...- you do the "pretending to give my boyfriend head" prank on your boyfriend

tell me you love me or else- you do the "hanging up on my boyfriend without saying I love you" on your boyfriend

a boy who's jacked and kind- you do the "a boy who's jacked and kind" trend with your boyfriend

we listen and we don't judge- you do the "we listen and we don't judge" trend with your boyfriend

don't smile...- you do the prank where you give Jaehyun a note telling him not to smile and you'll give him head

MY Johnny- you do the prank where his best friend pays for your nails... or perhaps your best friend paid for them

what do you mean, he?- you do the "a guy waxed me" prank on your boyfriend

what does your cup say?- you ask your barista friend to prank your boyfriend by writing a pick-up line on his cup

birthday spoiling- you do the trend where you hide sexy pics for your boyfriend to find on his birthday

bf ranks types of kisses- you use the types of kisses filter with Jaehyun and he ranks them

the booktok door trend- Jaehyun has a little peek into a book you left and decides to try something he read on you

tell me that's not permanent- you prank Jaehyun by making him think you got a tattoo of his name

pretend I'm a random guy- Jaehyun does the "pretend I'm a random guy" prank on you

I don't want to spend the night- you do the prank where you tell your boyfriend you don't want to stay the night

are you two a couple?- you and your boyfriend are interviewed by a tiktok account asking if you two are a couple

what is this going to cover?!- you prank your boyfriend by making him believe that two shoelaces are your bikini

I'm so hungry I could eat...- you and Jaehyun do the "I'm so hungry I could eat..." prank on each other

my boyfriend does my makeup- you and Jaehyun do the "my boyfriend" does my makeup trend

the "planned" date- you do the TikTok prank where you get ready for a made up date on Jaehyun

you're eating snacks with him!- Jaehyun wakes up from a nap, grumpy to find you gone and even grumpier to find you snacking with another guy!

my "current" bf/gf- you and Jaehyun do the my "current" bf/gf prank on each other

if you can make me laugh...- you do the "if you can make me laugh, we can practice making a baby" trend on Jaehyun

you're baby for a reason- you do the "babying my bf until he notices the camera" prank on Jaehyun

/extras/

birthday smau for fratboy!Jaehyun

will you be my valentine?

Sweetheart's dynamic with the rest of the frat!

/alternate timeline/ /aka fratboy!Jae but not the MAIN fratboy!Jae/

[9:35 pm]- you and fratboy!Jaehyun have been keeping your relationship under wraps until now...

how do you say...- you ask your boyfriend how to say certain things in Korean... why do they sound so flirty?

[cosmicalily]

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Fluffy Firstborn - Seungmin x Reader Pilates Princess - Changbin x Reader ★ Come To Me, Slowly - Hyunjin x Reader ★ Santa Baby - Jisung x Reader Bob The Builder - Jeongin x Reader Till You Tell Me To Leave - Chan x Reader ★ Baby, You Can Have It - Jeongin x Reader★ Taking What's Not Yours - Minho x Reader Something About Summer - Chan x Reader Never Just Coffee - Felix x Reader ♡ Heaven Is A Bedroom - Minho x Reader ★ Four Letters (L-O-V-E) - Minho x Reader (Prequel to Type It Out) Someone Bagged The Rockstar - Jisung x Reader ★ I Wanna Know Why - Changbin x Reader

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[hells-greatest-writer]

Self Love Is Hard.

Lucifer Morningstar x Fem Reader     

CW: Angst, Negative Body Image, Fluff, Self-Harm Mention.     

Synopsis: You would think that when the King of Hell himself chose you as his love, that any doubts you had about yourself would vanish... but one night the thoughts rear its ugly head once more.   Word Count: 3,481

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The night was unusually quiet in the hotel. Most mornings were left with redemption exercises that Charlie had planned with the staff and guests, while the night most people stuck together having fun. Usually, you would be with Lucifer in his workshop, reading in your chair while he worked on his little duck creations. Music would be playing on the radio that Alastor had given you that you begged Lucifer to let you keep. You usually looked forward to most nights knowing it would just be you and Lucifer together, though quiet, enjoying each other's company.     

Tonight, though it was different, Lucifer was still in the Greed ring dealing with Mammon's temper tantrum over the loss of Fizzarolli, and Lucifer had to deal with the consequences of it. You knew Mammon's temper was one that Lucifer didn't want to deal with, but you had convinced him to go after Ozzie texted you about the ordeal.     

Staring at your phone, you scrolled through the messages to Lucifer with a frown.     

12:51pm: How is it going with Mammon?     

No response     

5:22pm: Alastor found a cat today, Charlie decided to keep it as a hotel pet!     

No response     

8:07pm: Any idea when you're going to be back tonight?     

Seen     

Lucifer hadn't been responding all day, and though you knew it was because he was dealing with his duties, you couldn't help but feel a bit saddened by it. Usually, he would respond with a witty comeback about how Mammon was an asshole or make a snide remark about Alastor. Instead, though you were met with the word 'Seen' at the end of your last message that was sent hours ago. It was now rounding to eleven thirty at night, and you had thought he would be back by now.     

Most of his meetings didn't last this long, you know from past meetings, what if this time something had gone wrong? What if he got hurt in the Greed ring? Could he get hurt? That thought never crossed your mind as you never seen this man injured before. He was the most powerful being in all of Hell, could he truly be hurt? If he was... especially in Greed what would happen? You knew there was a place called Ransom, would they try to take him there? Sell him off to Charlie for a huge fee?!     

All those thoughts ended quickly as your phone dinged to life indicating you got a message. Quickly, you sat up opening the message app seeing it was a message from Lucifer.     

Luci-Love: Sorry duckling, Ozzie asked me to join him in Lust for a few drinks and to catch up. I'll be home later tonight.      

You read the message, your frown deepening as you typed out a message and deleted it a few times. Your mind was beginning to race as to what he would be doing in Lust. You knew of the Succubuses that had tried to get with him last time you and him went to Lust together. It was for an anniversary dinner a few months back.     

~ ~ ~ ~ ~     

"That woman over there won't stop ogling you." You huffed as you took a sip of your red wine glaring daggers to the woman staring at Lucifer. Ever since you two entered Lust, you could feel their stares at your boyfriend, feel the way their jealousy grew as Lucifer had pulled you closer to him. You weren't usually one to be jealous, but you couldn't help but feel that envy tug in your chest. The demons of Lust were quite beautiful, sexy even if you were honest, so the fact that they were making heart eyes to the man you were with annoyed you.     

"And that man won't stop staring at me either, but you don't seem to mind that." Lucifer smirked puffing his chest out as he knew he was being stared at by so many. Why wouldn't they want to stare at the King of Hell, he was a sight to behold! Especially tonight with the way he was dressed. Instead of his usual royal garb of his white suit, he was in a deep red tuxedo with black trims. His usual white top hat, left at home for the evening, leaving his blond locks styled perfectly back.     

You cocked an eyebrow to him as he looked at you with a slight smirk on his lips before you felt him take your hands from across the table you sat at. He gave them a gentle squeeze looking into your eyes. "But darling, my eyes are on only you." He hummed, pulling your hand up to his mouth giving your knuckles a gentle kiss.     

The simple gesture helped to calm your jealous rage down for the moment, not wanting to ruin your anniversary with him. Though the nagging feeling in your chest didn't waver as the waitress flirted with Lucifer, and he seemed to flirt back. He later explained he was simply being nice and didn't hesitate to show you just who he devoted himself to that night.     

~ ~ ~ ~ ~      

That nagging feeling was back in your chest as you remembered the Lust ring. A thought tickling the back of your head wondering how many demons were trying their hand at being with Lucifer since you weren't there. How many imps were throwing themselves at him? You knew that Lucifer was loyal, but you couldn't help the doubt that creeped in through the silence.     

With a groan, you set your phone down rubbing your face with your hands. You could feel your mind slowly slipping as you imagined what the women who were fawning over Lucifer probably looked like. Gorgeous tall women no doubt with thin waists and bigger assets that would tempt the weak. You knew your body was nothing compared to theirs. You were barely even average in your eyes.     

'What does Lucifer even see in me?' Your mind wandered as you moved off the bed, your bare feet hitting the cold wooden floor of your shared bedroom. You slipped your feet into Lucifer's duck slippers as you grabbed the robe off the headboard and wrapped it around yourself.     

You slowly walked towards the bathroom wanting to splash some water on your face. Lose the thoughts that were beginning to eat away at you. Before meeting Lucifer, you struggled to love yourself. You couldn't see what he did, how he seemed to worship your body and love every inch of you. How he was always enamored by your apparent beauty that you struggled to see yourself.     

Though through the past almost two years of being with him, he has made you feel beautiful. He reminded you daily how much he adored you and loved you. How you were the only woman he ever wanted to see.      

'If that's true, then why wouldn't he just come home? Why go to Lust?' The thought filled your head as you walked into the bathroom flipping the light on. Your eyes went to the mirror and stared over yourself. Your hand tracing your cheeks that seemed too puffy, your fingers tracing your jaw that seemed to jut out too much. Your eyes watched your movements, seeming so dull as they looked lower. Even with the robe on, your eyes were able to pick out the stomach rolls.      

Instinctively, you looked down at your stomach, and sucked it in the best you could. It wasn't enough. You could still see your stomach jutting out, mocking you. Your hands grabbed at the extra flesh that was there, squeezing at it as your vision blurred with tears. The women in Lust didn't have this pudge, they didn't have this extra weight around their waists. They didn't have to worry about how their bodies looked in clothes. They didn't have to worry about making sure their skin was fully covered to hide away the stretch marks like you did.    

You wished you could just cut the extra flesh off, just grab the scissors that laid in the bathroom drawer and chop away the fat that you were so easily able to grab.     

Your hands were shaking now as you looked back to the mirror in front of you, watching your tears roll off your round cheeks. Even your tears were hideous. How did other people cry and not look as awful as you did right now. The longer you stared at yourself in the mirror, the more the tears seemed to blur your vision.     

'Hideous beast, he pities you.' That same nagging voice mocked you in the back of your mind. That had to be it, Lucifer only felt pity for you... was only keeping you around till someone better came along or came back. Your mind drifting to Lilith now, the woman who left Lucifer all those years ago.     

You had seen images of her, she was breathtaking. Tall, thin and gorgeous with long blonde hair. She radiated beauty. Lucifer and her had been married for eons before you two met, did he still miss her? Did he still find her more beautiful than you?    

The phone buzzed from the other room indicating you had a new message which snapped you out of your thoughts, even for a moment. With a deep inhale, you left the bathroom, forgetting why you even went in there in the first place as you walked to the bed grabbing your phone. You were expecting it to be Lucifer, saying he would be home soon. Instead, though, it was just Charlie texting the hotel group chat with a new idea for tomorrow's lesson.    

With a quick grunt, you threw your phone across the room watching it slam against the wall by a photo of you and Lucifer. It was a photo of the two of you sitting in a garden together, you are laying across his lap happily giggling at whatever he had been saying at the time. The look in both of your gazes was filled with nothing but love and admiration. The longer you stared at the photo though, the more you were nitpicking each imperfection you saw.   

Your hair was too frizzy, your face was too round, the way you were squinting gave you what seemed to be crow lines.    

As you stared, your eyes moved to the photo on the dresser. It was a smaller framed photo of Lucifer with Charlie and Lilith. He had offered to get rid of it, but you thought it was a sweet memento for him to have. At the time you at least thought so, but now as you walked up to it and lifted the photo you stared at the other woman in the frame. How did Lucifer go from someone like her, to someone like you? It didn't make sense to you.    

As time passed, your mind continued down the dark path of self-hatred and you found yourself sitting on the bedroom floor, your robe long lost leaving you in just your pajama shorts and tank top. In front of you was a broken mirror, shattered after you punched your own reflection. It was obvious that you should clean your bleeding fist, but you couldn't bring yourself to. Maybe you should at least clean the broken mirror before Lucifer comes home. The idea of even moving, though it seemed too much to do, all that seemed to help was sitting on the plush carpet, hugging your legs as you stared at the broken reflection now.   

The sound of whirring seemed to snap you out of your thoughts as your eyes looked up seeing the gold and red portal appearing in the room. Through the portal, you saw the purple blue sky of the Lust ring and heard people laughing and having fun. Then, coming into view was Lucifer wearing his usual white and red clothes, except his jacket hung around his arm, and his sleeves were rolled up. The buttons of his white and red pinstripe vest were undone as well, revealing the white undershirt he wore.   

After a moment the portal closed, and the room returned to the darkness it had been for the past hour or so as you sulked in the corner.    

"Darling, are you awake?" Lucifer asked as he set his coat down on the chair. He didn't notice you weren't in bed yet. He didn't see the broken mirror that you cursed yourself for not cleaning up. Nor did he see you in all your broken glory, eyes red and puffy from crying. Your eyes watched his movements as he moved to the bed only to notice you weren't there. "Darling?" His voice called out till his eyes finally found you.  

In an instant, the lights to the bedroom snapped on as he looked at you, his vermilion eyes filling with fright. He took in the scene of the broken mirror in front of you, staring at the broken shards on the floor. His eyes then moved to your body that was trembling, hugging yourself with a bloodied fist. Then his eyes met yours, and the fright filled with a deep sadness as he finally noticed how miserable you looked.  

"Oh darling..." He whispered as he walked over to you kneeling taking your hands into his. He examined the wound on your hand, noting the tiny shards of glass that glistened in the blood. He looked upset seeing the injury you had caused yourself, his mind wondering what made you do this.  

For the first time in hours, you finally spoke, your voice cracking as you did from disuse "I-I'm sorry." You were sorry now, regretting how you felt, regretting all the thoughts you had knowing this was upsetting Lucifer now. You acted reckless, in your emotions, and now after a long day, Lucifer had to see you wallowing in your pity.   

His eyes moved from your hands to your eyes as you spoke. One of his hands tenderly reaching out to cup your cheek to comfort you while the other still held your injured hand, cradling it in his own. "Let's get you cleaned up yeah?" He spoke so gently, as though if he was too loud, you'd break once more. He was obviously concerned about the injury, wanting to make sure it was dealt with before he found out what happened.  

You didn't fight him as he helped you to your feet, all the energy you had at this point was focused on not crying once again at how soft he was being with you. You didn't fight as he took you into the bathroom, nor as he guided you to sit on the edge of the bathtub. The cold porcelain of the tub seems to help ground you from the spiraling thoughts in your mind.   

Lucifer gently let your hand go as he began searching the cabinet for the first aid kit, muttering under his breath about how it seemed to have grown legs and moved. "Other... Cabinet" you told him, pointing with your good hand at the other cabinet door that he hadn't checked. He glanced over at you with a thankful smile before he grabbed the first aid kit from the other cupboard and sat beside you on the bathtub.  

He was gentle as he picked the glass out with tweezers, and careful as he applied the antiseptic onto the wound cleaning it out. The silence of the whole procedure was eating away at you, worried about what he was thinking. He probably thought you were a mess; he probably was annoyed that he had to deal with your mistakes. The fear of him leaving you poking at your mind as tears began to prick at your eyes.  

Once your hand was properly cleaned and wrapped, Lucifer brought your hand to his lips, and gave it a gentle kiss. His deep red eyes staring into your own, and those thoughts faded immediately. He didn't look angry or annoyed like you were thinking, instead, his eyes were filled with love and care. Just like in the bedroom, he brought his other hand to your face, wiping away the tear that had escaped your eyes with his thumb gliding across your cheek.  

"What's wrong Dove?" He spoke so softly still, calling you by your favorite nickname he had given you. "What happened to the mirror in the bedroom?"  

Your gaze finally broke from his as you looked away, looking anywhere else than his eyes. How do you explain to someone who loves you so much, that you doubted that love? How do you explain to someone who reminds you of your beauty daily, that you hated your body? The words seemed to be stuck in your throat, but Lucifer waited, he didn't push as the silence festered between both of you.  

The man before you simply kept his hand on your cheek providing a subtle comfort as his thumb continued to caress at your tears wiping them away with each swipe. You couldn't speak still, instead moving your hand to your cheek, holding his. His smile was sad, worried about what was eating away at your mind. 

"Speak to me Dove... What is hurting you so badly?" He finally pressed the issue after you didn't answer his first questions. All he wanted to know was what was causing you so much grief, so much pain to have you shatter the floor length mirror in your shared bedroom.  

When he left this morning, you were happy. You both had shared a tender moment wrapped in each other's arms before he left to go deal with Mammon. Now though, you were like a hallow shell of yourself, and from the damage from the mirror, Lucifer had an inkling of an idea as to why. 

This wasn't the first time you spiraled in your relationship together. He has comforted you just as much as you had comforted him in the time you two were together. He knew firsthand just how bad your mind could be to yourself. The nights where he hugged your crying form for hours proved that. Though he has never seen you this bad before. Just how long had you been alone with your thoughts?  

The silence seemed to just grow more between you two, before finally, the tension in your throat keeping you from talking seemed to loosen. With a shaky inhale of breath, you looked at his eyes which stared at yours still waiting for an answer.  

"Why me?" You began, your hand leaving his that was still against your cheek and instead fidgeted in your lap as your eyes left his. "There are so many other women out there who are far better suited for you..." That tight knot was back gripping your throat once more making it hard to speak, but you pushed through. "S-so many more women wh-who are more beautiful. M-more appealing, More-"  

Your voice was cut off as Lucifer's lips pressed against yours gently silencing you immediately. After a moment he pulled back, his other hand now coming to hold your other cheek. 

"My love, there is no one in either Heaven nor in Hell whose beauty can outweigh your own. Even if there was, you are the only woman I desire." He spoke slowly and quietly, staring deep into your own eyes. One of his hands moved and took yours, pressing it against his chest. "My heart beats for you, and for you alone." His other hand moved and took your injured hand tenderly, bringing it to his mouth kissing it once more.  

These are words you have heard him say before, words uttered during past spirals. Words he would remind you of every chance he could, no matter how much you couldn't believe them yourself. You knew he was being genuine each time, his eyes holding no falsehoods, his voice never faltering as he spoke. It was the truth, and you never understood just why.  

"You are the one I want to spend eternity with no matter the cost. The one who holds my heart in such tangles. I thought when I fell from Heaven, that would be the last time I ever fell. Then you stumbled into my life, and I fell even harder, and I do every single day. It's because you mean so much to me my little dove." He went on, taking the hand against his chest, and brought it up to his lips as well, kissing both of your hands. 

The tears in your eyes now weren't from the pain you felt anymore, but from his words. Your partner was perfect in your eyes, always knowing the right things to say, the right movements to do. He knew the words that you needed to hear, and didn't hesitate to let you know every thought.  

Without another word you leapt at him, wrapping your arms around his chest, knocking the two of you into the bathtub. The dam broke as he in turn wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. You wept in his arms, burying your face in his shoulder. Lucifer’s hand brushed through your hair, scratching gently at your scalp to comfort you silently, letting you release the emotions you were dealing with.    How foolish you had been to let your thoughts get the better of you. How foolish you were to doubt the love this man had for you. You knew deep down you didn’t deserve him, yet he would beg to differ and would deny those thoughts of yours. He would even counter that he didn’t deserve you. When he fell from Heaven, he didn’t think he would be deserving of such love as yours’s, yet you love him day in and day out by choice, and he didn't think he deserved it either.    After some time had passed, you had finally calmed down in his arms. Lucifer's hand not leaving your head as he continued to caress your hair, placing a soft kiss on your temple. Your tears finally had dried up, or well dried more so on Lucifer's red and white vest. Lucifer took the time to sit you both up in the bathtub, having you sit on his lap with one more kiss to your forehead. "Let's not go punching mirrors anymore, okay? If you need an outlet for that rage, we can ask Satan for some pointers." He joked as he stood up lifting you with him in his arms, carrying you as though you were weightless. You couldn't help but choke out a laugh nodding as you laid your head against his shoulder. "I learned my lesson... Mirrors fucking hurt." You responded as he carried you into the bedroom. You both would be okay, even if some days are harder than the other, you both had each other to help soften the blow of those hatred filled thoughts. Even if self love was sometimes hard, you knew that even if you couldn't love yourself, Lucifer had enough love to give you in replace of it.

[ficfield]

Chris Redfield: Dad chronicles – Chaos, Crayons and a Cat named rocket. 

Request: More Chris and his baby!! It’s so adorable I cannttt I need moreeeeeee

Dad chris never fails to amuse me 😂 Enjoy my lovelies

Chris Redfield faced Tyrants, B.O.W.s, and nightmares most people couldn’t imagine. He’d walked into bioterror hot zones with nothing but a combat knife and grim determination. 

None of it had prepared him for parenthood.

Specifically, none of it had prepared him for this day.

“Rocket! No! Drop it!” Chris barked, lunging across the living room just in time to catch the family cat sauntering off with one of his son’s tiny sneakers in its mouth. Rocket, a stray that Claire had “accidentally” gifted them last year, hissed in annoyance but relinquished the shoe. 

Chris sighed, holding the slobbery thing up in mild disgust before glancing at the clock. 2:37pm. Only… several more hours to go.

“Dad!” his son shouted from the hallway. “I made a masterpiece! Come see!” 

Chris winced. Those words… they’d been said before. He trudged over, praying it wasn’t another “mural” on the wall. 

It wasn’t this time.

It was worse. 

“Oh no.” 

The boy, four years old, full of energy, and apparently blessed with his mother’s creativity and lack of caution, beamed up at him. “I made Rocket a superhero!” 

And there was Rocket, sitting in the laundry basket, covered in stickers, streamers, and sporting what Chris was pretty sure was one of his old tactical headsets duct taped around its tiny feline skull. 

Rocket meowed pitifully. Chris sighed again.

“You’ve gotta stop using my field gear for crafts, buddy,” he said, gently peeling the headset off the cat. “This stuff isn’t cheap.”

“But Rocket needs to call for backup,” his son argued seriously. “He’s fighting crime.” 

Chris groaned and ran a hand down his face. “Yeah, and I’m fighting a migraine.” 

4:03PM.

Snack time turned into a battleground. Chris set out apple slices and peanut butter, his son demanded pancakes. Pancakes, Chris explained, were a breakfast food. 

“I’m having a growth spurt,” his son declared, hands on his hips. “I need carbs.” 

Chris blinked. “Where did you even learn that?” 

“Aunt Jill.” 

Of course.

Chris made pancakes.

4:45PM.

Finger painting. Chris had been told finger painting was a good outlet for kids. No one had mentioned that finger paint somehow ended up everywhere. On the table. On the floor. On Chris’s face.

At one point, Rocket streaked past, trailing neon green paw prints around the house. 

“Your mom’s never gonna let me live this down,” Chris muttered under his breath. 

5:22PM.

They played hide and seek.

Chris found his son inside the dryer.

“Hiding in appliances is never okay,” Chris scolded. 

“But I fit!” his son protested.

Chris fought the urge to scream into his hands. “That’s not the point!” 

6:03PM

Dinner was another exercise in practice. He cooked, he begged, he bribed. His son ate three bites and then insisted he was full. 

Ten minutes later, he asked for ice cream.

Chris said no. 

His son wailed like a siren.

Chris seriously considered calling in backup. 

6:45PM.

By the time his partner, his wife, his best friend, the only other adult in the house, walked through the door, Chris was slumped on the couch, his t-shirt smeared with paint, peanut butter and cat hair. His son was shirtless, giggling, and wearing Chris’s BSAA cap backwards like he was in some kind of toddle street gang. 

“Hi,” Chris croaked, hauling himself up.

She raised her eyebrow. “Rough day?” 

Chris nodded wordlessly.

Their son ran to her, arms wide. “Mom! Mom! I made Rocket a superhero and dad said no carbs but aunty Jill said carbs are important and I got stuck in the tumble dryer but I was fine and-“

She smile, scooped him up, and kissed his cheek. “Wow, sounds like an adventure huh” 

Chris could’ve cried with relief. 

They got the kid bathed and into pajamas. Story time was mercifully brief (though he did have to read goodnight moon twice). And 8:15PM, their son was finally asleep. 

Chris melted into the couch like a man who’d just survived a two-day op in enemy territory.

“You okay there, soldier?” she teased, sitting beside him.

He groaned. “I don’t think my back will ever recover.” 

She chuckled softly, leaning into his side. “Well… good news.” 

Chris raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to give me a massage?” 

She smiled at him. Soft, warm, and just a little nervous.

“Not exactly.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny white stick with two pink lines.

Chris stared. Blinked. Stared again.

“Oh.” 

“Yeah,” she whispered. “We’re doing this again.”

Chris opened his mouth. Closed it =. Ran a hand through his hair and let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan.

“Another one,” he muttered “God help me.” 

She laughed, taking his hand in hers. “You’re gonna be fine.”

Chris turned toward her, eyes soft. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“You weren’t ready the first time,” she pointed out. “And look at you now.”

He glanced toward the baby monitor, where their son was snoring softly, one hand curled around his favourite stuffed wolf.

Chris smiled.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “Okay. I can do this.”

“You can,” she agreed, kissing him gently. “But we should probably tell Leon after you’ve had time to process.”

Chris chuckled darkly. “He’s gonna buy matching leather jackets.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

They sat there in the quiet, hand in hand, as Chris let it all wash over him.

Another baby.

Another tiny life to protect. To love. To fight for.

He exhaled slowly.

“I’m gonna need more coffee.”

[fuckingyrs]

a mass of fools and knaves — august 10th, 2020 1:04am to 8:22pm

[bitesize-astrology]

The Bigger Picture

Saturday - April 12, 2025

I tell people to be a good Astrologer you need to know astronomy, history, economics, relationship dynamics, human behavior, cultural differences, religious concepts, philosophy, and have a decent amount of common sense. When you consider astrology from these perspectives you come to learn that while YOU are important it's not always about YOU. It's about humanity.

You're not here to "save" humanity, but you are here to have a place or a role in it. What I choose will be different from what you choose, but both of us can "serve" humanity if we decide to. And I don't have to sacrifice "me" in order to do it. Literally, if I am ME then I am serving humanity.

That is the teaching of today's power-packed alignments as the Sun and Chiron conjunct in Aries @ 23°, helping you to see yourself as "healed" rather than "broken" or "victim." After this we enjoy a Full Moon at 23° Libra at 8:22pm ET, and less than an hour later Venus, the ruler of Libra, goes direct at 24°, her grand master degree.

Be a part of humanity, even if it is wacky out there right now. Pick up the phone and call someone - don't text. Engage with someone in a kind way that you may disagree with. Smile at strangers. Pray for those who have lost their way. Be the love you profess you believe in.

Humanity will keep going long after you leave this planet. Let the memory of what you did while you were here bring a smile to the face of those who were lucky enough to know you.

[stealanity]

playlist one , the boyz ( cch to src ) :

⠀

ꕤ choi chanhee ,

the so-called boyfriend ( smau , hiatus )

better

yarrow

cry for me

strawberry flavor

champagne kiss

⠀

[ 8:42pm ]

[ 10:42pm ]

[ 11:12pm ]

[ 5:25am ]

⠀

ꕤ ji changmin ,

you did well

lying eyes

first love

dream of you

dream of you ( part two )

⠀

[ 10:32pm ]

[ 2:24am ]

[ 6:17am ]

[ 6:14pm ]

⠀

ꕤ ju haknyeon ,

our secret little date

⠀

[ 12:24pm ]

[ 8:23pm ]

[ 9:36pm ]

⠀

ꕤ kim sunwoo ,

color palette ( smau , finished )

game over ( ft. eric , written serie , discontinued )

you're save

late night kiss

a to z being your boyfriend

old toy

new toy

ghost train

just friends

easier

unashamedly

⠀

[ 3:47am ]

[ 3:45am ]

[ 9:45pm ]

[ 6:38pm ]

[ 11:57pm ]

[ 11:25pm ]

⠀

ꕤ sohn eric ,

endless race ( smau , finished )

game over ( ft. sunwoo , written serie , discontinued )

age of love

broken night

never be you

roulette to your heart

because of you

black hair & red lipstick

all over

one bed

birthday present(s)

⠀

[ 3:22pm ]

[ 2:56pm ]

[ 2:24pm ]

[ 2:04am ]

⠀

ꕤ ot-eleven ,

sorry, for breaking your heart ( written serie , hiatus )

kiss or kill? ( one shot )

the boyz as the vamps' songs

october 19 : international kiss your crush day

kiss their s/o for the first time

their s/o asking them for one last kiss

their s/o having a habit of sitting on their lap

their s/o being drunk

their s/o cutting their hair short

their s/o holding hands when they're anxious / clingy

their crush not being touchy

always having an extra scrunchie for their s/o

watching a horror movie with their s/o

sharing a bed with their s/o for the first time

accidently outing their relationship on vlive

⠀

. . . link to hyung line !

[belli5]

Things fall apart — Niko Omilana

Genre/warnings: angst, trust issues, reader is from Brazil in this story.

Summary: Niko constantly coming home late, never spending time with you anymore, makes you question if the relationship can move forward.

A/n: im so sorry for not updating, I’m not in my home country so also the Wifi is expensive asf 😭 sorry if there’s mistakes, rn I’m too lazy to read it through but once I’m not gonna be, I’ll read it through 😭

Masterlist

Niko constantly came home late, these past few weeks, you understood that he has a YouTube career with the beta squad and it’s completely fine, you loved all of them like they were almost your brothers.

You were also sometimes spending your time with them, it was so much fun. But when Niko started coming home late, you refused to believe that they were filming everyday and SO LATE.

You were fine by it the first days, maybe he did have to film late or something, but not everyday.

You had confronted him about it and he didn’t see it as a big deal. Today was a day he only came earlier than he always NOW did.

“It’s exactly what I mean. We haven’t spent a lot of time together, we haven’t made love, you haven’t took me out.”

“Niko, don’t you think we haven’t spent a lot of time together lately?” You ask him, as he watches the tv on the couch.

“What do you mean?”

“Well if you want I can take you out this weekend!”

“I don’t want you to take me out because I want to,” you sigh “I want you to take me out because you want to”

“I promise you, I wanna take you out. I will pick you up at 7pm, Saturday, if you’d like that?” He promises, his promises now meant nothing to you, but you atleast hoped he meant it this time.

“I’d like that.” You smiled at him

When Saturday finally came, you just prayed he wouldn’t cancel on you once again, it was now 5:30pm you started to do your hair, make up, and finally clothes.

You wore a tube top short summer dress in yellow (lol sorry if you don’t like, I thought it was cute asf) you wanted to look good.

When you got ready it was already 6:50pm, he said he’d be there at 7pm so, you didn’t worry at first. When it came to 7:10pm, you decided to text him, because if he isn’t taking me serious and always late, what’s the point of anything?

Neeeko 🤭💗

Where are you?

Are you coming to pick me up?

7:11pm

Yes, soon.

7:20pm

When?

You’re already 20 minutes late..

7:21pm

I know. Something just came up.

7:22pm

What came up so suddenly?

7:22pm

Niko, do you even take me seriously?

7:23pm

Of course I do.

Why do you think I don’t?

7:23pm

I wonder why.

7:23pm

Don’t be like that please.

We’ll talk once I get home.

7:26pm

I left him on read, he’s literally not taking me serious. I don’t even wanna see him anymore, he promised to take me out, he lied once again. I don’t even wanna know what he’s been doing that he comes home so late.

If he thinks that coming home late is normal and not even telling me why he’s been doing it, and doesn’t even care that he has a gf waiting back home, then why am I even here?

Niko came home at 8:15pm, I already changed back into black Nike wide leg sweatpants and into a simple oversized shirt to be comfortable.

When he walked into the living room and saw me into sweatpants, he questioned “didn’t you wanna go out?”

“Before yes. Now? I don’t want to.”

“Why?” He asks, he even had the audacity to ask.

“I don’t know. Maybe you wanna go and take out the people you’ve been hanging out with since you’ve been coming home so late always.” I say out of pettiness.

“What’s this all about?” He asks, “I’ve been busy with the beta squad.”

“Oh and you were so busy today, when you promised to take me out. And exactly today you also had to be late?”

“I’m here now. I still have the reservation.”

“You can stick the reservation up you ass,” I argued, “I don’t wanna go out with you anymore.”

“Come on,” he says, coming over to me “I’m sorry I came home so late.”

“A sorry isn’t gonna change anything.” You said, he came over trying to hug you, “Niko, don’t touch me.”

You went over to your computer searching in, Britishairways.com going to look for the soonest flight to Brasilia, back home.

“What are you doing?” Niko asks seeing that you’re searching for a flight to Brazil. Niko has been to Brazil with you to meet your family.

“I think it’s gonna be better for now.” You say, booking the ticket, the soonest one was at 10:20pm, which meant you had almost 2 hours more. You called an uber so you won’t miss the flight.

“What do you mean better?” He asks following you to y’all’s bedroom where you started packing everything you needed for the time you’re gonna be away. “Running away from our problem isn’t the answer.”

“It isn’t. But we need a break from each other. I’ll be back in 2 or 3 weeks, I don’t see us going forward right now.”

“I’m really sorry Y/N. I wanna fix this.”

“You should’ve thought about this, when I gave you signs that you coming home late is bothering me.” You said getting up closing the luggage.

He helped you carry the luggage down, “I promise once you get back, I’ll fix this..” you didn’t even know if you could trust him on this one, he’s promised so many times and that meant nothing. But if he really wants us to work out, he’ll keep his promise.

“That’s fine.”

“I love you Y/n, tell me if you need anything.”