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EVERYBODY PLEASE READ THIS OH MY GOD I'M STILL NOT CALM ABOUT THIS AND I NEVER WILL BE, I JUST WANT TO PRINT THE WHOLE THING OUT AND EAT IT

BUBBLE, BUBBLE, MOON'S IN TROUBLE

Moondrop/Reader

Rating: SFW

Wordcount: 5k

A commission for @semidemi-minigod !! In which you give Moon a bath. But from Moon's POV.

It was difficult to say when it all started.

When he’d allowed himself to become so complacent. So vulnerable.

It wasn’t an entirely pleasant feeling. But you made it easier. Somehow.

Even now, when all he wanted was to slink away into the dark, far away from your pleading eyes and pursed lips.

“Come on, Moon. Please? You can look at it all if you want to. I won’t stop you. It’s really good stuff. Like, expensive stuff.”

You moved around the cleaning cart, picking up and brandishing several different items in his direction, with all the nervous excitement of a salesman trying to land a deal.

His eyes moved over each object laid out, atop the cart’s surface. Towels, fluffy and white. Bottles of cleaning solutions. Metal polish. Different kinds of scrub brushes. A few toothbrushes…?

He didn’t recognize any of the brands, which meant that they came from outside the Pizzaplex.

“…You bought these?” Cautiously, he picked up one of the little canisters and held it between his thumb and forefinger, turning the balm canister round-and-round like it was an oversized coin.

Polish cream. The fancy aluminum tin flashed under the dim lights, like the spark of a distant star.

“Yeah, I got them all from a hardware place that was nearby.” You smiled, hands roving over the assortment to grasp one of the smaller hand towels. His head tilted a bit when you held it out to him, a lopsided smile gracing your flushed cheeks.

“Feel these! I swear, I have never felt towels as soft as these.”

Curiosity burning, Moon placed the polish back down and reached for the towel. He fingered the soft, fluffy fabric in a bit of awe. It was much nicer than the old, tattered rags they had stashed away in the Daycare. Cleaner, too.

“They’re Egyptian cotton.” Your grin grew wider. “I got you a couple of sets, so you can keep some in storage for when they each get worn out.”

“…Keep?”

“Well…yeah! I mean, they’re yours now.” You gestured at the whole of the collection. “All of this is. I mean, I can keep it if you don’t have any room. But this is all for you. You and Sun, I mean. Obviously.”

He looked back and forth between you and the cleaning cart, utterly bewildered.

And, more than that, suspicious.

“Why?”

He watched your expression twist into bemusement, before you sighed dramatically and rolled your eyes.

“Because I can.”

“What if we…don’t want it?” He couldn’t stop the hint of amusement that crept into his voice. Even if there was a little bit of truth to it. It felt…wrong to accept this.

You just pursed your lips, brows raising so high they nearly touched your hairline.

“Well, that’s too bad. Cause I already bought it, and the store won’t let me return it. Which means either you take it, or I’ll just throw it all away.”

He grunted, looking back over the collection.

“Liar-liar, pants on fire.”

“Nope!” You popped the “p,” giving him a little half-shrug. “I’ve got the receipt, and it says no refunds allowed. You wanna see it? I’ll show it to you.”

Moon grunted again, tapping his fingers rhythmically against his chin and cheek.

To take it…or not…

It would be a shame to let it all go to waste.

But! But. He had one more question to ask you.

“Why me? Why not Sun?”

He can’t help but spit the name with a bit of venom. Out of the two of them, wouldn’t Sun be the easier target? Easier to work with. Easier to talk to. A better fit.

Better…in every way.

The look you give him is hard to place. It’s not hurt, not pity…a little frustrated.

A little sad.

“Do you not…trust me?”

There it is again: that feeling of wanting to hide away. A little tickle of guilt burning through his wires and sliding between his gears. He didn’t like it when you looked at him like that.

“No.”

“No, you don’t trust me? Or no, you don’t not trust me?”

“…No.”

You sighed, pulling off the bear-eared cap on your head to run a hand through your already messy hair.

“Alright. Alright…I won’t force you to do it. I just…” You looked down at the cart, eyes misty and lip quivering a bit. Like you were trying not to cry. “I wanted to spend time with you.”

And like that, he feels something in him melt.

“Fine.” He folded his arms over his chest, as if they’d serve as any sort of defense. He hates the way his whole-body tickles with heat when the sadness on your face melts away into relief.

Because it’s unfamiliar. Different.

He knows for a fact that what he’s feeling is something that he’s not supposed to be able to feel.

And yet, you make him feel it.

And that frightens him.

“Make it fast.”

Guilt is there again, gnawing at his insides when you reach up to quickly wipe the rim of your eyes clear, a breathy laugh bubbling up from somewhere inside you. Just like that, you’re so happy.

“Alright! Okay. Okay. Um, I’ll start with the—I mean, what do you want me to start with? I’ve got all this stuff, and I didn’t even think about it. God, where do I start?”

Moon watches you flit around the cart, hands moving over each object in a frenzy. You finally look up after a moment, going still.

“Sorry. Just. Give me a second, I swear I know what I’m doing.” Your eyes move to the floor, like you’re searching for something. “Do you want to sit down?”

Silently, Moon reached behind him, grasping one of the small child-sized chairs, and pulled it out to sit on without breaking eye contact.

“Okay.” You chuckled, a rag in one hand, a bottle of cleaning solution in the other. He could feel the hesitancy in your movements as you approached, like you were afraid he’d bolt at any second. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

For a moment, you hesitated, as if trying to decide where and how to get started. Moon simply sat still, watching your hands and eyes shift from his face to his arms, to his chest, then back up.

“Hang on, I can’t do this kneeling—my back hurts too much for that.”

You grabbed an undersized chair and pulled it up across from him, gently taking one of his arms and spraying a light amount of the solution across it. Moon couldn’t detect any chemicals, but it did smell slightly…fresh?

“This is just water and soap,” you explained, gently running the rag across his forearm, rubbing it between his fingers and over his palm. “To get rid of the surface stains. After that, I’ll use the stronger stuff.”

For a moment, there was a silence that stretched between the two of you. He wasn’t sure if it was comfortable or not but was more than satisfied to simply watch your tiny hands work their way up and down his arm.

You swapped to the other arm, wiping it down gently from hand-to-shoulder, then paused.

“Do you want me to do your chest or back first?”

Your voice was soft, gentle and coaxing.

Moon looked down at his arms, flexing his fingers as he thought for a moment.

“…Back.”

“Alright.”

Carefully, you placed a hand on his shoulder for balance, running the washcloth over his broad back. Moon twitched, an odd tingle rushing through his wires at the sensation of your palm rubbing little circles around the spot where the hook to his line protruded. He tried to ignore it, but you stopped again, having noticed.

“Sorry, is that uncomfortable?”

“No.” He scrambled for an excuse. “…It tickles.”

“Oh.” From the corner of his eye, he could see a tiny smile cross over your face. “I didn’t know you were ticklish.”

“We’re not,” he replied, maybe a little too fast. “Just…sensitive.”

“Sure.” The tone in your voice betrayed that maybe you didn’t entirely believe him, but you didn’t push the issue. He was thankful for that.

The thought of your little hands coasting along his metal body, trying to find vulnerable spots to attack and manipulate—it made his head spin. That was the last thing he needed right now.

Things were quiet again, as you slid the rag over the thin pieces of metal that made up his hinged neck. Anxiety raced through his system as your hand moved dangerously close to the back of his face-plate—where the switch sat.

One wrong move (or maybe, one purposeful move) and he’d be forced into Rest Mode.

“Careful—” Before he could stop himself, his hand flew up, snatching your thin wrist. “Not there.”

“Oh! Sorry, sorry, sorry…” You quickly jerked back, panic flashing in your eyes. “D-Did I hurt you?”

He searched your face for any sign of wrongdoing. Something to latch onto.

He found nothing.

“…No.” Moon finally said after a moment, letting your wrist go. He felt a little bad as he watched you rub it, knowing that he’d probably held on a little too hard. “Just…not there.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.” You scooted around the edge of the chair, rag hovering just below the edge of his neck ruffles. “I’ll start on your chest now, okay?”

He didn’t say anything but leaned his head back to give you more room. That, and to keep from having to watch you run the cloth over the expanse of his chassis. Just the feeling of it was enough to have him balling his hands tight into fists at his sides.

There was so much intimacy in the action, as simple an action it was. Your face was so close, eyes squinted as you scrubbed at the stains splattered across his metal body. Sticky hands, paint, glue, dirt, grime—there was no telling what made up the mass of it all. But the feeling of it being wiped away was a very pleasant one.

He felt lighter, almost. Like the weight of the stains were being peeled off him.

You were extremely gentle when your hands moved down to his waist, one holding him slightly in place, the other moving the cloth down his sides and across his stomach.

Moon squirmed again. If he’d had a stomach, it would have been fluttering. Full of butterflies.

“Sorry, I’m almost done.” You breathed softly, looking up at him from beneath your lashes.

“It’s fine.” He lied.

A few more moments later, you finally leaned back, and Moon felt like he could breathe again. Not that he’d ever needed to in the first place. But whatever pressure had been hanging over his head was finally lifted away, if only momentarily.

You pulled out another bottle, gently drenching a small scrub brush across its surface with the oddly colored liquid. It smelled very strongly of disinfectant, and he flinched a little.

“This is the strong stuff.” You explained, offering him an apologetic smile. “It’ll get rid of the tougher stains—you don’t have a lot of them, so this part should be quick. I’ll try not to go too hard with it.”

“Do what you need to. We won’t run.”

This part of the cleaning process wasn’t quite as pleasant as the rag and soap. But you had been true to your word—your touch was gentle. Maybe too gentle.

“Harder.” He urged, after a while of watching you scrub at his arms. “We don’t have all night.”

You blew a few stray hairs out of your face. “I don’t know how you got this dirty. When was your last bath?”

He…couldn’t remember. So, he didn’t say anything at all.

You paused to glance up at him, but after it was apparent that you weren’t going to get a response, you turned back to scrubbing.

The bristles of the brush felt…strange, against his metal skin. Not painful. Just uncomfortable. It made him want to push your hand away, but he stopped short of doing so. You were just trying to help, and it wouldn’t do either of you good for him to make this difficult.

So, like a child sitting through a well-needed (but unwanted) haircut, he forced himself to simply sit there, squirming every so often.

“I really appreciate you letting me do this for you.” You finally said, your voice cutting through the silence. “I wish I could do something about the stains on your pants, but you probably wouldn’t want me to, uh…”

Your hands moved through the air, making vague gestures, before you just gave up and offered him a little half-shrug. “Mess with those.”

Moon had to think about it for a moment. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Once more, you paused, blinking rapidly. “What? Oh, uh—I was just joking!”

A spark of mischief fluttered in his chest. Your cheeks were flushing, the rosy color reaching all the way up to the tips of your ears. You couldn’t look at him suddenly, and his internals picked up a rapid jump in heart rate.

“Nervous?” A giggle bubbled up from somewhere deep inside him, and he clicked his invisible tongue, wagging a finger in your face. “Naughty thing.”

The color on your face deepened to a shade that rivaled the ruby glow of his eyes.

“No! I mean—that’s not what I meant. Just—I just—” Your lips set in a thin line, breath coming quick and heavy.

“Want me to take them off?”

“What?”

He giggled again, quite enjoying the way your voice cracked.

“My…” His hands hovered for a moment, just above the hem of his pants. Then, he flipped them upwards, as if offering you his wrists. “Ribbons.”

Your face was so red that he wondered if you could even breathe properly. Your heart was practically leaping out of your chest. Seeing you all flustered made that bouncy, electric feeling inside him tingle and spark.

For a moment, you just glared at him, shaking the scrub brush like you were considering smacking him with it. Then, you sucked in a breath, pinched the bridge of your nose, and slowly let it out again, lowering your would-be weapon.

“I hate you.”

He snickered again, reaching out a single finger to gently tap the tip of your nose. “Liar.”

You love me.

The words were caught in his nonexistent throat. He could say it, to push your buttons even further, but something held him back. Hesitation.

He wasn’t…quite ready to push it that far, yet.

You sighed dramatically, placing the scrub brush aside, only to reach for one of the toothbrushes he’d seen earlier.

“Are we playing dentist?”

“You’re half right.” Amusement sparkled in your eyes. “This is for, like, getting into the tiny places. The seams between your fingers and stuff. I’ll be using it on your face, too, so…”

“You came prepared.”

You grinned. “I told you I did.”

“All this for little old me?” He struck a bashful pose.

“Yes, you absolute goober. Now hold still…”

The feeling of the toothbrush sliding into his seams was much more pleasant than the scrub-brush. It still tickled, enough to make him twitch now and then, but it wasn’t overwhelming.

You were so gentle with the motions, making sure to get every nook and cranny that you could work the bristles into. Moon was a little shocked to see just how much grime the brush was picking up, but then again—it had been a very long time since they’d gotten any sort of attention in the “appearances” department.

Every time you swapped to a new area, you dip the brush into a small container of cleaner, swirling it around and wiping away the dirt from the surface of the bristles. But even with such meticulous attention to detail, it didn’t take long for it to become too dirty to keep using.

You ran through at least three brushes before you stopped to take a break.

“Seriously, how the hell did you guys get so dirty?”

Moon could only shrug. There were several components that contributed to their current state, but the biggest offender was plain out negligence.

You sighed and shook your head, grabbing a thermos from behind the stack of bottles and tipping it back. His eyes followed the movement of your throat every time you swallowed—a strange voyeuristic feeling.

A rivulet of water dripped from the corner of your mouth, rolling down your chin, then your throat, then over the dip of your clavicle and down beneath the collar of your shirt…he tore his gaze away. Focused on flexing his hands in his lap, then folded them together and squeezed, one foot tap-tap-tapping away, anxiously.

“Phew! God, I’m sweating like crazy. Is it okay if I take this off?” You fingered the neckline of your shirt with one hand, using the other to fan yourself with your hat.

He really wanted to say no. Because that would make him feel weirder.

But he couldn’t, when you looked at him like that. So earnest and innocent.

Moon nodded silently, looking away once more when you reached for the buttons. It felt…wrong, to watch you undo them. The sound of fabric rustling had his foot tapping just a bit faster.

“Okay! I’m good now.” You stretched your arms up above your head with a little moan. “God, that’s so much better.”

Moon found it hard to look at you directly, now that you were sitting there in a tank top. It wasn’t anything salacious, it was just. So intimate. There was so much more visible skin now, and his eyes kept moving over the muscles in your arms, across the curve of your abdomen…

The shape of your body was so much clearer now, and that made him feel…almost shy.

 “Alright, last up is your face. I’m gonna have to get a little bit closer—is that okay?”

That was not okay. His system was on high alert.

But what was he supposed to say? You’d already gone this far, he couldn’t just say no. Despite really, really wanting to.

For a moment he felt the gears in his head grinding, a substitution for the teeth and jaw he lacked. The tension in his body felt like a rubber band pulled too tight, seconds away from snapping. It got worse when he forced himself to nod, only able to muster up a little grunt of affirmation.

“Alright. I’ll be careful, I promise.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you. He did.

This was just. Too close.

You slid off the children’s chair, half-kneeling with one of your legs on the ground, a knee between his legs to balance yourself.

Too close. It was too close.

You reached up, rag in hand. Your fingers gently cupped the side of his face, feather-light touch sending sparks through his body.

Too. Close.

He felt his whole body go stiff as you pressed the soapy rag to his cheek.

Carefully, you moved it up to his forehead, then down to his chin. Warmth trailed down the metal of his face, burning in the wake of your touch. So hot that he almost couldn’t stand it.

Your eyes moved over his face as you swapped sides, smoothing down the crescent curve of his nose so delicately that it tickled. If he’d had the ability to sneeze, he probably would have.

“Sorry.” Your teeth dug lightly into your lower lip. “I know this is a lot. You’re doing a great job, Moonie.”

That did not help his situation at all.

Your praise struck him like a bolt of lightning, and he clenched his fists so tightly in his lap that he felt his metal knuckles pop.

“I really appreciate you letting me do this for you. I really, really care about you.” You paused to suck in a little breath. “I mean that.”

He could barely hear what you were saying. It was like static was buzzing in his ears, growing louder by the moment. All he could do was focus on the shape of your lips as they formed around each word.

“I…” The words refused to come out, caught in his nonexistent throat.

“It’s alright.” You laughed a little, placing the rag aside and reaching for the final toothbrush. “You don’t have to force yourself. I’m almost done.”

That wasn’t it.

You were just so close. The warmth of your body, your smell, the shape of you…it was suffocating him. If he leaned in, just a little bit more, he’d be able to wrap his arms around you, to feel the softness of your skin against his—

The abrupt tickle of the toothbrush rubbing against the seam in his faceplate made him jerk back.

“Sorry! Sorry.” You scoot forward, the hand on his cheek holding him in place a bit more firmly. “I’m almost done.”

Your body heat is suddenly all around him, then. You’re leaning up in his lap, both knees on the chair, straddling his leg. He can catch the scent of shampoo on your hair, scented lotion on your skin. He could count every lash framing your eyes. Feel the heat of your breath on his teeth—

His hands hover in the air, fingers twitching sporadically, just inches away from gripping you by the waist.

He wants to tell you to back up. But his invisible tongue is tied in knots.

He can’t stop looking at your face. Staring at you, as you maneuver the brush into the little dots lining his crescent-sloped nose.

“You have the cutest freckles.” You say, your lips turning up at the corners.

His body makes a strange noise. A low, grinding metallic sound that could be as much a growl as it could a whine.

That’s all the warning you get before he leans in, gripping you tight by the shoulders, and all but mashes his face against yours in a pathetic facsimile of a kiss.

It lasts for only a few seconds, but those seconds feel like an eternity. The softness of your lips against his hard, unyielding smile has his processor running at full tilt, fans blasting at full force inside of his chest, trying to chase off a heat that threatens to melt his insides into a gooey mess.

He was brought back to reality, then, as his brain caught up to his body.

Moon leaned back, shame burning through him. He slowly unfurled his hands from your shoulders, bringing them up to cover his face.

Why had he done that?

“M-Moon, I—what—”

Your voice is so small, trembling, and that just makes it so much worse.

“No, no.” He rasped, clawing at his cheeks. You stumbled back as he scrambled out of the chair, knocking it over in his haste to put distance between the two of you. “Against the rules. It’s wrong. Shouldn’t have done that. No, no, no—”

“Moon, stop.”

“Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have done that. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid—” Everything was spiraling. The gears inside his head grind so hard that it hurts.

He had you. He had something good. And he ruined it.

Sun was right. He ruined everything.

He always ruined everything good.

“Moon, stop!” Your fingers twine through his own, trying to pry his hands from his face. He can hear the panic in your voice. “Stop, you’re going to hurt yourself!”

“This is bad. This is wrong. It’s wrong.” He wanted to hide. He wanted to crawl into the dark, curl up in the shadows, and stay there forever. Away from you. Away from the good thing that he ruined. His fingers try to find purchase on something, anything, to grab and pull and break. “Wrong, wrong, wrong—”

“Moon…!”

He feels your fingers curl in the thin fabric of his neck ruffles—and then you yank.

The kiss is clumsy, teeth clicking against teeth as your lips smash against his plastic smile.

Everything in him screeches to a violent, almost painful halt. You’re kissing him.

And you keep kissing him.

Every kiss is hard and passionate, lips moving across his face as far as you can get to, standing on your tiptoes. He feels you stumble a little as you lean up into him, and his hands instinctively land on your waist to help you keep your balance.

“Wait, we can’t—”

“Sit.” You command.

He sits, following your will like the loyal, obedient dog that he is. He can see the chair he knocked over in front of him, sitting in what was your seat, but that view is quickly blocked when you climb into his lap. Your hands are trembling as they cup the sides of his face.

For a moment, your mouth opens and closes. Your brow furrows. You look like you want to say something, but no words come out.

So instead, you lean in and kiss him again.

And he lets you. He holds your tiny waist in his hands and leans into your touch, allowing the chaos filling his mind to simply melt away as you pepper kisses across his face.

Cheeks, nose, forehead, smile, eyebrows, chin. Back and forth and up and down and over and over—every kiss has his head spinning.

One of his large, metal hands come up to cradle the back of your head, urging you even closer. His fingers thread tenderly through your hair. Amongst the chaos, your hat is knocked free, falling to the wayside.

The heat of your body burns so hot through the thin fabric of your tank-top, and with the other hand, he gently squeezes the flesh of your side. A part of him wants to slide his fingers lower, to dip his hand beneath the shirt to feel the soft skin beneath.

It’s hot, it’s hot, it’s so hot he can’t stand it—

But then he feels your tongue slide across the thin curve of his lower lip, and he jerks back in shock. The thin line of saliva connecting your lips to his snaps.

“I, uh—ha..ha-ha…” You laugh a little as you rush to stand, quickly reaching up to wipe the drool from your mouth. Your lips are bruised red and a little puffy, cheeks flushed a pretty pink color. “Sorry, I-I got a little…uh, carried away.”

“Naughty.” Moon purrs, wagging a finger at you playfully. “Naughty boy.”

He feels so light and…and happy. That’s the only way he can put the bubbly, buzzy, excited feeling running all through his body. He’s happy.

“Was that…was that okay? That I…did…that?”” You can hardly look at him, eyes darting back-and-forth. He can feel you starting to pull back slightly, and his fingers curl possessively over the curve of your hip, keeping you tethered.

“…Maybe.” He muses, head cocking to the side. “Maybe not.”

“Oh.” Your face falls.

“Maybe you should…do it again.” His head tilted to the other side. “To make sure.”

He can’t help but giggle when obvious relief washes over your face.

“You…” Again, your lips move, not quite forming around words, like whatever you’re trying to say won’t quite come out. You settle with an awkward, lopsided smile. “So, it is okay? That I kissed you?”

Moon nodded, swaying lightly in his seat. “Yes. It’s…okay.”

He really wishes you would do it again.

“Okay. Okay! Good. I-I’m…yeah.” You laugh nervously, your cheeks still stained pink. Your grin stretches from ear-to-ear. Then you look up at him, and your expression morphs into an apologetic smirk.

“Cause now I’ve gotta clean your face off again.”

He stops swaying.

“Ah….” Moon can’t stop the little unhappy grunt that escapes him. He can still feel the sensation of each kiss buzzing against his metal skin. “Do you have to?”

“Yes, Moon, I have to.” You chuckle again, once more reaching for the cleaning supplies. “You can’t walk around with drool all over your face.”

“I’ve done it before.”

You fix him with a look. “You can’t walk around with MY drool all over your face.”

“Boo.” He crossed his arms, slumping back in a dramatic pout. His hat slumped over his face, the bell jingling as it bounced off his nose. “You’re no fun.”

A little whistle of air escapes your nose as you settled the other chair in front of him, scooting forward until your knees were touching. You reach up, gently moving the bell back over the curve of his head and beckoned him forward.

Moon, of course, leans into your hand without hesitation.

And so, you resume where you’d left off, with you gently wiping away the remnants of your improvised make-out session.

“So. Um.” Your voice cracks a little. “Are we, like…I mean. Do you…like…me?”

“Yes.” He says simply.

“No, I mean. Uh.” You suck in a shaky breath, still struggling to look him in the eye. “Like…like-like. Do you like me. In “that” way? Like—like “that”?”

He’s not sure how he didn’t make that clear. He thought that he had.

But you look like you want to sink into the earth right now, so he can’t help but tease you a little bit.

“Maybe.” Moon crooned, daintily folding his hands between his knees and swaying side-to-side. “Do you like-like me?”

He can hear the breath catch in your throat, and you look away quickly, face flushing an even deeper shade of red.

So very cute.

“Y-Yeah. I do. A lot.” You inhale slowly, forcing your eyes to meet with his. “I-I care about you, a lot, Moon. You’re…you’re my best friend and I…I like you. A lot.”

He stops swaying (again).

“Hm. Good.”

Before you can react, he leans forward to gently bump his smile against your forehead. You, of course, stare at him, wide-eyed and mouth agape.

 “I like you…too.”

For a second, you look like you’re thinking about saying something—and Moon simply giggles when you lean in to kiss him again.

Maybe, if he asks nicely, he can keep this one.

[lynbels]

hiyaaa can i order a prompt 4 with jaehyun of bnd sort of more like how he has cuteness aggression with the other members and maybe also mixed with a number 10 please?? ik this is kind of a mdni blog but can i js take my cute stuff and then i swear ill leave😢🙏

a little bit of love, a little bit of chaos - mjy (m)

#10 Laughing until you’re both crying and out of breath + kissing your forehead + #04 mumbling “You’re my favorite person.” · prompt request list

🎀 genre fluff, humor, friends-to-lovers, slice of life - ‼️ tw chaotic friends, lots of teasing, extreme fluff, forehead kisses, confession, light cursing - ✉️ 1829wc

💌NOO idk why I’m starting to write so much smut but I swear I love writing my cutesy fluff and I totally see myungjae doing this like the way he adores his members is just so UGHH

It all started because of Woonhak.

You’d been friends with him for a while now — the loudest, most chaotic part of your life, the boy who texted you seventeen times a day and dragged you into his endless schemes without even asking. So when he told you he wanted to introduce you to his friends, you didn’t think much of it.

“They’re not normal,” Woonhak warned, grinning like he was proud of it. “You’ll see.”

You didn’t really get it — not until you were standing awkwardly in Leehan’s living room, clutching a soda and feeling about as out of place as a cactus at a water park.

That’s when you met Jaehyun.

He was… sunshine. That was the only way you could describe it. Black hair flopping into his eyes, bright grin that crinkled the corners of his face, voice a little raspy from laughing too much. He bounded over like he’d known you for years, practically tackling Woonhak into a hug mid-sentence before turning to you with a wide, sparkly smile.

“Hi!! You must be Woonhak’s normal friend,” he teased, throwing a pointed look at Woonhak, who immediately tried to punch him in the arm.

Somehow, you found yourself laughing — real, belly-deep laughing — within minutes. Jaehyun had that effect on people. He didn’t just smile; he beamed. He didn’t just laugh; he giggled and clapped and doubled over like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. He had no chill, no filter, and apparently no concept of personal space because five minutes later he was slinging his arm around your shoulders like you’d always been part of their group.

“Isn’t she cute?” Jaehyun declared, squeezing you closer while Woonhak made gagging noises in the background.

“Stop,” you laughed, shoving at him — but he just grinned wider.

Over the next few weeks, it became a regular thing: movie nights at Leehan’s place, late-night convenience store runs with Woonhak and Riwoo, getting dragged into Taesan’s weird pranks (and somehow always losing). Jaehyun was always there, a golden retriever in human form — ruffling your hair, teasing you for everything, poking your cheeks and calling you “squishy” until you smacked his hands away.

He had insane cuteness aggression, especially with the boys. He was constantly hugging Leehan out of nowhere, squishing Riwoo’s cheeks until he whined, flopping across Woonhak’s lap dramatically just because he could. He even tried to kiss Taesan’s cheek once, but Taesan saw it coming and dodged so hard Jaehyun nearly fell over the couch.

“One day,” Jaehyun vowed, shaking his fist. “I will kiss you, Taesan, you can’t run forever!”

“You’re insane,” Taesan deadpanned, but even he was hiding a smile.

It didn’t take long for your friendship with Jaehyun to shift into something… different.

It was little things at first: the way he started lingering a little longer when he hugged you, the way he found reasons to text you late at night (“i saw a duck and thought of u,” “do u think ghosts get scared too”), the way he looked at you when you laughed like he couldn’t believe you were real.

You tried not to overthink it. He was Jaehyun — sweet, touchy, impossible Jaehyun. He was like this with everyone… right?

But then there was the night you stayed over after movie night, curled up in a blanket on the floor because Woonhak had stolen the couch and the others were already snoring around the room.

You were trying not to shiver when a blanket landed on top of you — and Jaehyun sat down right next to you, tucking the edges in carefully like you were something precious.

“I really like you, y/n,” he mumbled suddenly, almost too soft for you to hear.

You turned to look at him — and he kissed your forehead, quick and clumsy, like he couldn’t stop himself.

Your heart absolutely exploded.

The next morning, Woonhak caught you two sneaking glances at each other across the kitchen and immediately groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“This is so gross,” he whined. “I regret everything. I should’ve left you guys strangers.”

“You love us,” Jaehyun teased, tossing a piece of cereal at him.

“I want a refund on life,” Woonhak declared dramatically, dodging it.

Jaehyun just laughed — bright and beautiful — and reached over to squish your cheeks.

“You’re stuck with me now,” he said, and his smile was so warm you almost forgot to breathe.

It got worse after that.

Jaehyun didn’t even try to hide it anymore. If you so much as yawned, he was draping his jacket over your shoulders like a doting grandparent. If you said you were cold, he tugged you into his side without hesitation. He kept sneaking kisses too — on your forehead, your temple, sometimes even your hand like you were royalty — and every single time, you went stiff as a board because everyone was watching.

Especially Woonhak, who looked one second away from throwing himself into the nearest trashcan out of secondhand embarrassment.

“You guys make me sick,” he grumbled one day, watching Jaehyun fix the hood of your jacket for the third time in five minutes. “Like actual stomach pain.”

“You’re just jealous,” Jaehyun chirped, poking Woonhak’s side.

Meanwhile, Riwoo was busy dramatically pretending to puke into a bag, Leehan was shaking his head fondly like an exhausted single parent, Sungho looked vaguely amused (but very much like he was taking mental notes for future teasing), and Taesan just gave Jaehyun a long, unimpressed stare.

“You’re whipped,” Taesan declared, sipping his drink. “Pathetic.”

Jaehyun only grinned, completely unaffected. “Thanks, I know.”

And then — because apparently he didn’t know the meaning of shame — Jaehyun stood up, clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention like a camp counselor about to announce a trust fall, and blurted:

“I’m asking her out.”

Silence.

You blinked up at him, wide-eyed. “Wait, right now?”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun said brightly, like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Cue absolute chaos.

Riwoo immediately dropped his phone and screamed.

Woonhak threw himself backward onto the couch like he’d been mortally wounded.

Sungho started laughing so hard he almost fell over.

Leehan looked like he wanted to say something but was too busy trying to keep Riwoo from actually collapsing.

Taesan just stood there shaking his head like he couldn’t believe he was associated with any of you.

“THIS IS HAPPENING??” Woonhak shouted from where he was lying dramatically across the couch cushions. “IN FRONT OF ME?? IN MY OWN HOUSE??”

Jaehyun ignored all of them, smiling only at you — bright and sure and a little bit nervous around the edges.

You could barely hear yourself over the chaos, but you said yes anyway — and Jaehyun beamed, grabbing your hands and spinning you around like an overexcited golden retriever.

“Disgusting,” Woonhak muttered loudly, covering his face.

“I’m getting married first,” Jaehyun sing-songed back, hugging you close.

“You’re barely adults!” Taesan called after him, but he didn’t sound all that convincing.

At that moment — messy and loud and full of too much love — you realized you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Woonhak absolutely lost his mind the first time he caught you and Jaehyun kissing.

It wasn’t even that dramatic — just a quick, sweet kiss when you thought no one was looking. You were standing by the kitchen counter, Jaehyun tugging gently at your sleeves like he couldn’t not touch you, and you leaned up to peck him on the lips.

But of course.

Of course Woonhak walked in at that exact moment, holding a bowl of popcorn, and immediately let out a sound so shrill and horrified it made everyone else jump.

“OH MY GOD!” he shrieked, dropping the bowl.

Popcorn exploded everywhere — bouncing off the floor, the counters, even hitting Riwoo in the head as he came running to see what was wrong.

“WHAT WHAT WHAT,” Riwoo shouted, skidding to a stop.

“They’re—” Woonhak pointed accusingly, like he’d just witnessed a crime. “They’re making out in the kitchen!”

“We kissed once!” you protested, laughing helplessly as Jaehyun tried (and failed) to look innocent.

“This is betrayal,” Woonhak moaned dramatically, sinking to his knees in the popcorn. “I introduce you to my friend and now you’re— you’re kissing in my kitchen! Under my roof!”

Jaehyun just pulled you closer, grinning ear-to-ear. “You’ll survive.”

“No, I won’t,” Woonhak said, voice cracking. “I’m gonna wither away.”

Meanwhile, Sungho was laughing so hard he had to hold onto Leehan for support, Taesan was filming the whole thing on his phone with zero shame, and Riwoo just started eating the popcorn off the floor like it was no big deal.

In the middle of it all, Jaehyun bent down, brushed a kiss to your cheek, and murmured — so only you could hear:

“I’m never letting you go.”

And even though Woonhak was still whining dramatically in the background, and Riwoo was throwing popcorn at Taesan, and Sungho and Leehan were trying (and failing) to restore order — you swore you’d never felt happier.

Messy, noisy, chaotic.

But full of love.

Exactly where you were meant to be.

Eventually, after what felt like forever — after Woonhak finished dramatically mourning his “lost innocence,” after Taesan finally stopped filming, after Sungho managed to bribe Riwoo away with promises of bubble tea — the others filtered out, leaving you and Jaehyun blessedly alone in the kitchen.

For a second, it was silent.

You looked at him, he looked at you — and then you both broke into laughter again, breathless and giddy, leaning into each other like you couldn’t help it.

“God, they’re so dramatic,” you wheezed, wiping at your eyes.

Jaehyun grinned, nose scrunching in that way that made your heart do stupid little flips. “You’d think we committed a felony.”

You leaned your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “Maybe we did. Betrayed Woonhak’s trust or something.”

“He’ll live,” Jaehyun said, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing just a little tighter than necessary. His chin bumped the top of your head as he murmured, softer now, “You’re mine now, right?”

Your breath caught a little — because even though he was teasing, there was something real and serious underneath his voice.

You tilted your head up to meet his eyes. “Yeah,” you whispered. “I’m yours.”

The way Jaehyun beamed — like you just told him he won the lottery — made your chest ache in the best way.

He leaned down, kissed your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips — slow and sweet and so full of feeling it made your toes curl.

“You’re my favorite person,” he mumbled between kisses, voice getting a little rougher, a little more shy.

You smiled against his mouth. “You’re mine too.”

For a long moment, the world faded out. No loud friends. No flying popcorn. No chaotic screaming. Just Jaehyun, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

And for the first time in a long time, everything felt exactly right.

prompt request list also eeee first bnd req and Drabble!

[grimmshood]

i will not participate in that resurgence for reasons but seeing people bring back 2012 dhmis padlock mjy nostalgia is insane....i turned them into my ocs so not attached to the aishaneko designs anymore but wahoo i suppose

[bloodenjoyer]

BART HERE so my lifes been going as you know I've got instergrammers now (omg yes please follow me I will add you to the close friends story) which is exciting I just post the absolute worst takes there. uhm what else has been happening oh my theatres ending show got an article written about it in the local news stuff and it was our best performing show like ever that was exciting. I've gotten so many new clown friends also I will have to show them to you they are my kids. their names are Brad (baby doll painted w juggalo makeup), Bimbly, Britches, and Bait and I got a raggedy anne doll. if you remember dpg I did hook up w him but he's now dating mjy best friends and they r so fucking cute together. then I started talking to another girl but she ended up being a huge bitch. now I maybe am interested in my two friends idk tho I may just be having a woman moment. i started working on my crust jacket !!! i think its turning out pretty cool personally. just found out my friend likes billy from stranger things absolutely sick to my stomach. ALSO I'm so sorry to tell you this but I watched and enjoyed morbius. sorry. I've got more stories Ill give them their own asks tho for real. love u sorry i vanoished from haunting your inbox.

HI BART. clown friends!!! i love all ur clowns u will have to show me the new ones...also ya i remember him good for him!! But also boo sorry abt the girl not working out but also YAY two friends also hell yes jacket also EUGH billy stranger things. im talking like an alien or something IDK and its ok that you liked morbius i think thats funny Hi ily ok now im gonna answe ur other asks mwahahaha

[foxx-queen]

MJY - ex-lovers AU for the headcanons

how dare you 

1. They meet in law school, when Lucy just wants to impress her father and doesn’t know anything about aliens or dead worlds and all she really cares about is proving herself. Alura is unexpected, and highly distracting, but also incredibly smart and funny and she has no idea who Lucy’s family is, and it’s impossible not to stay away

2. They study together, and Lucy discovers that Alura isn’t just smart, it’s like she knows everything already. Everything seems familiar to her in a way that Lucy doesn’t really get, and Alura only seems confused when she points it out. There are other things that are a little strange - Alura doesn’t like looking in the mirror, which Lucy at first puts down to self esteem issues but begins to wonder if it’s something else. It gets stranger when they start sleeping together. Lucy finds scars on Alura’s body that make her heart twist, and Alura mutters strange things Lucy doesn’t understand in her sleep sometimes. Sometimes Alura wakes up in the middle of the night and looks at her like she doesn’t know who she is, and she looks so lost when she focuses on her that Lucy knows she’d do anything she could to fix it, even though she can’t.

3. They date for almost two years, and then Alura vanishes. There’s no note, no explanation, no farewell. Lucy calls her number, and its disconnected. She shows up at their apartment, and all Alura’s things (there hadn’t been many, like she hadn’t kept anything from her life before) are gone. At first Lucy is sure it’s a kidnapping, sure that there’s something wrong, because she doesn’t understand why Alura would just leave like that. But the police point out that there’s no signs of struggle, that her things were taken, that it looks like she left, and no matter how hard she tries, Lucy’s insecurities get the better of her. She doesn’t throw out the photos she took, but she stuffs them deep into her cupboard and vows not to think about her again. 

4. Despite how much she loved Alura, and she did, she did love her, Lucy learns to live with the loss and the sting of betrayal. She becomes a lawyer, works for the military, with her father, who never once acknowledges what she’s achieved, but surely it means something, if he wants her to work with him? Sometimes she tunes out when he starts talking about Superman and aliens and their threat. Sometimes she finds herself thinking about Alura’s gentle face and her soft eyes and how she’d argue, passionately, that everyone deserved a home. The ache never really goes away. She’s not sure if its that or her father’s influence that cause her resentment towards Supergirl. There’s something about her that reminds her of Alura, in a way she’d never be able to explain, even if someone bothered to ask her. They don’t. The only person who ever really valued what she thought left her, just like everyone else. 

5. There’s some kind of skirmish involving someone from Supergirl’s world, her aunt and world domination, Lucy hears, though she’s too busy to turn on the news, and she doesn’t really want to. She’s tired of hearing about Supergirl. Her father wants to take control of the DEO, but she doesn’t really care one way or another. She doesn’t pay attention at the meeting, either, tired of hearing her father shouting, tired of hearing Supergirl’s voice, tired of everything, until someone shouts in alarm, and everyone turns to look at the screen. There’s a woman with a white streak facing away from them in the air, and above her, is Alura. Lucy would recognise her anywhere. Supergirl seems to, too, but Lucy barely hears the choked sound she makes, because she’s staring at Alura’s face, and how cold and blank her eyes are, at the strange symbol on her chest, Cadmus, someone hisses, and she thinks it’s her father, they said they wouldn’t interfere, and Lucy understands that she was wrong about being abandoned, because even after all this time, she knows there’s something wrong. 

+ bonus: Alura is Supergirl’s mother, and the woman with the streak is her aunt, Astra. Astra abandons all her plans for world domination, because apparently she loves just as intensely as her twin. It takes a while to bring her in, and Alura looks at them blankly from behind the glass, stares as Supergirl - Kara - sobs and Astra touches the glass in some hope of recognition, and all she says, again and again, is, Cadmus sends its regards. When Lucy slips in after they’ve gone to approach the cell, Alura looks at her, and Lucy wonders if it’s possible for her heart to break twice. Alura stares, lifts her hand, and says, in her real, beautiful voice, I know you. 

send me an au and i’ll write 5 headcanons 

[mad-diemoody-blog1]

Well, I was married for almost 26 years. We had two daughters and he ended up getting colon cancer. He fought that for 3 1/2 years and then in April 2016 he passed away. We had moved from Minden to Kearney, in April actually, and then he died in April. So then I started going to the E-Free church and Kearney because we had been going to the E-Free church in Minden. I had no complaints but then it got to a point where I would get ready for church And get there and I couldn’t get out of my car. I would end up at Walmart or just end up turning around and going home. It didn’t make sense because I love going to church, I love worship, and I really wanted a church home. But, it wasn’t where God wanted me. It was kind of like thorns invading a nest so the birds have to get out. That’s what He was doing. Jennifer and Todd were going to church here and so in November 2017 I told them I would like to come here and they would have to come get me and bring me to church. They said, “Okay, come with us tomorrow.” I had been here before, I had watch the boys grow up in the Christmas programs and saw Josie in the Christmas programs. I never thought she would be my daughter someday. Then, I was just coming to church here and God laid Justin on my heart. I said, “Lord, if you’re doing this, then you’re doing this. You have to put the love in my heart for him.” I thought, “He has kids and he has cancer. I don’t know if I want to deal with that again.“ I needed God to equip me with love for him and he did. I was just falling in love with him and hearing about the kids. This summer we started seeing each other. We were engaged in September and then married in October. Praise the Lord! It’s awesome we continue to walk the cancer journey. He had an MRI this week and the doctor saw something and even scheduled surgery to remove it. But I said (and this was God) “What about a PET scan?” and they said insurance doesn’t cover that. And I said that’s not a good enough reason. And the PET scan came back that it was not cancer and it was scar tissue. They found that the last two times. They went in and found out it was scar tissue not cancer, so this time they didn’t have to go in that way. We are just praising God and are so thankful for another day. He’s good and faithful. We don’t just praise Him because it looks like Justin’s getting better. God is good all the time.

#MJY

#JMC406

[annastronomer]

Chasing the Cow: an explosion unfolds in a distant galaxy

On June 17, I got an e-mail alert reporting a flash of light in the sky. This by itself was not unusual. Those of us who study the deaths of stars find flashes all the time; supernovae, the brilliant cosmic explosions that accompany the deaths of stars, are actually pretty common, and on any given night the night sky holds dozens of them. However, this particular flash appeared remarkably quickly for a supernova, and it was so bright that it was difficult to explain as a normal explosion.

In science, we try to be slow to accept that anything extraordinary has happened. I thought this was a lame attitude until one of my first projects in grad school, when I spent months pursuing a cosmic flash thinking it was an extraordinary extragalactic explosion (that is, an explosion outside our galaxy), only to find out that it was actually a star in our own galaxy, flaring up and tricking me into thinking that I was seeing something more distant. I was bummed. My advisor reassured me that this was just part of the scientific process. But I learned my lesson -- don’t get too excited too quickly. It’s probably not what you’re hoping it is.  

Every new flash in the sky is given a name, a random sequence of letters based on how many flashes have been discovered so far that year. This new flash was called AT2018cow, and pretty soon everyone was calling it “The Cow.” The Cow was “most likely a foreground [star],” said the e-mail alert. However, “to rule this out [as] being a very unusual [explosion]...or (more likely) confirm it as a foreground [star], a spectrum is required.” 

A spectrum is a more detailed observation than a picture. And although we were all telling ourselves that this was probably just a star, telescopes all over the world pointed at The Cow, not realizing that this was the first act in one of the most intensely observed cosmic events in history, probably second only to last year’s neutron star collision. 

The Cow was not a foreground star. I was walking out of a classroom when I received the news on my phone, again via an e-mail alert. A team from another part of the world reported “evidence that the transient is associated with CGCG 137-068,” the name of the galaxy, and said that “Further spectroscopic observations are encouraged.” Translating the professional science-speak: “THIS IS REALLY IN ANOTHER GALAXY!! THIS IS REALLY AN EXTRAORDINARY EVENT!!! AHHHH!!!!! EVERYONE, POINT YOUR TELESCOPES IN THAT DIRECTION!!!! WOOHOOOO!!” 

I turned around, walked back into the classroom, and held up my phone to my advisor’s face. He said, “Oh! Well.”

We sprang into action. Looking at the AT2018cow folder in my inbox, I have two e-mails from June 18, one e-mail from June 19, and over fifty e-mails from June 20, when it was confirmed to be a real explosion. One of the e-mails is from my advisor, telling me to “please be on Skype,” meaning that I needed to be on-call at all times. Many are e-mail alerts by other teams of astronomers around the world, reporting their observations. Another was from my teammate Dan, telling me that the telescope we wanted to use was currently shut down for maintenance. 

Here’s how observing works in astronomy. You might have your own telescope that you can use anytime you like. Most likely, this is an optical telescope, meaning a telescope that sees visible colors of light (red through purple), or maybe it’s a radio telescope, meaning a telescope that sees radio waves (which are actually just an “invisible” color of light, beyond the red end of the spectrum). Or, you might have guaranteed access to an expensive national facility, like a telescope in space (like the Hubble Space Telescope), or an enormous telescope on the ground (like Keck), or maybe a telescope that can see “invisible” segments of the electromagnetic spectrum, like X-rays or radio waves. For access to these national facilities, you have to write an application, saying “hey, I have this great idea for an observation, please allow me to point your telescope at this location for this amount of time.” If it’s a serious emergency, like something that will disappear within a few days, you can submit a special kind of application, saying “I REALLY NEED to point your telescope at this location for this amount of time, RIGHT AWAY.” This gets reviewed by a committee, and if they give you the green light, you can actually interrupt someone else’s observing program to do your thing. Resources are scarce, and all of these application processes are very competitive. 

There are a lot of considerations in choosing what telescope to observe with. Some are more flexible for emergencies than others, some are more powerful (meaning they can see fainter things) than others but more oversubscribed, some observe one part of the electromagnetic spectrum but are blind to others. It depends what you’re trying to do. In our case, we gambled, and went with the SMA (Submillimeter Array), a telescope that observes millimeter-length waves of light. In my field, the study of stellar death, this is a very unusual part of the electromagnetic spectrum to observe in: the success rate for catching millimeter waves from cosmic explosions is low. Also, most explosions that do produce millimeter light are faint, and the SMA can only see bright things. But The Cow was obviously unusual, and it was nearby and bright. Teams of astronomers all over the world were observing The Cow all across the electromagnetic spectrum, so why not try something a little unusual?

I immediately contacted the SMA team, and within a few hours we had approval for observations to begin that night. That day, I also wrote two other applications to use other observatories. One was rejected and the other was accepted. In the meantime, The Cow continued to stun us, and my inbox was overflowing with alerts from various teams of astronomers, reporting more observations, including the spectacular discovery of bright X-rays and radio waves. There was also an e-mail from Mansi, a professor in my department, who was aware of all the craziness unfolding and noticed the unhealthy timestamps on the e-mails I was sending. “Hi Anna,” she wrote. “Get some sleep. It has been a long day for you.” It’s good to know that people are looking out for you. 

Through this rush, it was fun to take a step back and consider the perspective of the universe. Dinosaurs evolve into existence somewhere in the Milky Way galaxy. Shortly thereafter, something violent happens in CGCG 137-068, a totally different galaxy -- maybe a star explodes, maybe a black hole rips a star to shreds. The violent event is bright. Light travels from this event, out of CGCG 137-068 and across the universe. Two hundred millions years later, the dinosaurs have gone extinct, and curious humans have taken over the Earth. Their species-long effort to understand their place in the cosmos has led to the construction of telescopes, enormous technologically sophisticated eyeballs placed over the ground and in space. These artificial eyes can even see light invisible to the human eye, like ultraviolet light and radio waves and millimeter waves and X-rays. It’s in this era that the light emitted in this violent event reaches the surface of the Earth. A telescope in Hawaii notices it, names it The Cow, and issues an alert. Astronomers receive the alert via this thing called e-mail. And then they all go crazy, pointing their telescopes in the direction the light came from, trying to understand what violence unfolded 200 million years before they came into existence. 

It was a lot of fun to be one of those humans going crazy. At the end of our first night of SMA observations, I got an e-mail from the observing staff saying that the source was easily detected. Translation: The Cow is bright in millimeter waves. THE COW IS BRIGHT IN MILLIMETER WAVES!!! The next night, we observed it again, and it was EVEN BRIGHTER! The number was 33 mJy (if that doesn’t mean anything to you, don’t worry about it, it’s just a measure of brightness, and that is REALLY BRIGHT!) I had the following highly technical and scientific e-mail exchange with Dan:

Me: “33 mJy?!” 

Dan: “Yes, it's madness!!” 

This was actually the first time any cosmic explosion had been seen brightening in millimeter-wave light. We had our foot in the door, and our investigation had begun. 

Part 2 to follow.

[elliothier]

MJY for 17

This was… insanely hard to compile into 100 words. I tried, lol, thanks

17. “Floor it!”

“Floor it!”

Alura clenches her fistsaround the wheel before flooring the pedal. This isn’t how she’d foreseen her drivinglessons to go. “Lucy, I-“

“J’onn, we need back-up,” shesays into her com, not giving Alura a chance to finish that sentence. “Cadmusfound us.”

She swallows tightly evenas she hears confirmation from the other side. “That turn looks too sharp, Idon’t think I can-“

“Yes, you can.”

“But if I can’t, Lucy, I… Ineed you to know…” She needs Lucy to know she loves her.

Lucy shushes her gently. “Iknow, but tell me after.”

[arxt1]

Submillimeter pulsations from the magnetar XTE J1810-197. (arXiv:2201.07820v1 [astro-ph.HE])

We present the first detection of pulsations from a neutron star in the submillimeter range. The source is the magnetar XTE J1810-197, observed with the James Clerk Maxwell Telescope (JCMT) on 2020 February 27, 2020 July 9 and 2021 May 15. XTE J1810-197 is detected at 353 GHz ($\lambda=0.85\,$mm) in the three epochs, but not detected in the simultaneously-observed band at 666 GHz ($\lambda=0.45\,$mm). We measure an averaged flux density at 353 GHz of 6.7$\pm$1.0, 4.0$\pm$0.6, and 1.3$\pm$0.3 mJy and set 3$\sigma$ flux density upper limits at 666 GHz of 11.3, 4.7 and 4.3 mJy, at each of the three observing epochs, respectively. Combining close-in-time observations with the Effelsberg 100m and IRAM 30m telescopes covering non-contiguously from 6 to 225 GHz (5.0 cm$>\lambda>$1.33 mm), we investigate the spectral shape and frequency range of a potential spectral turn-up predicted by some pulsar radio emission models. The results demonstrate that the beamed radio emission from neutron stars can extend into the submillimeter regime, but are inconclusive on the existence and location of a potential spectral turn-up within the covered frequency range. The observed properties of the submillimeter emission resemble those of the longer wavelengths, and support a coherent mechanism for the production of pulsations at 353 GHz.

from astro-ph.HE updates on arXiv.org https://ift.tt/33X2hGI

[klunked-moved]

you laugh but i actually have written a keith x mothman fic that could very well turn into meithmance

OH MJY GOD RILES PLEASENF OGHJF

[kpop-roleplay-factory]

{mjy} Hearing the small thud of the notebook JungYu turned and looked at Jungkook who was rubbing his cheek. Seeing the angry fan next to her, she furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Jimin bowing an apologizing. Her gaze went to the girl and sternly with a cold voice she said, ¨move.¨

Jungkook was so focused on the pain of his cheek he hadn't noticed that you were now I'm front of him. -Admin Levi

[foxx-queen]

top 5 supergirl characters and why

do i really need to answer this hfjksf okay here goes i’m going to try and base these off Canon rather than fanon and if i don’t succeed i Apologise i get mixed up i’ve lived in fanon for so long 

1. astra in ze - ummm super complex character with actual really interesting motivations (like pls... take us over... fix the world.... do it) and backstory and her connection to kara is just really amazing i can’t believe they literally invented her for the show, which is like, About Kara, so it makes sense. And honestly most of the reason why i love astra is to do with the way laura micro-expression benanti acts her like man, there’s a reason why she got a nomination for that roll. she also had so much potential to become the weird villain that turns up to save the heroes because she cares even though she Doesn’t Care and then becoming part of the family etc etc like man, she deserved a lot better and having her around gave Kara a lot more depth as well, because it allowed her to talk about Krypton and remember it and be Kara Zor-El, not just Kara Danvers or Supergirl. She’s like No One Will Stop me then the moment she meets Kara its like Conceal Don’t Feel oh no i Must save my niece oh no I care oh no im so proud of her she’s so much like her mother myriad what like honestly, love her. umm i could go on tbh but you all know why i love Astra so im gonna stop there sfhdjksf

2. alura in-ze - again the laura micro-expression benanti version i mean she’s on screen for like what... twenty minutes in total and actually gave her depth and made me emo about her like man, talk about going all out. this really shouldn’t surprise anyone and might be a bit Controversial because some people don’t like her but eh. i just really love how so much of her character is reflected in kara, and how she’s all about hope and compassion and so is kara, that she loves astra and struggles so much with that conflict with her. honestly i think you can see the most important aspects of her character from the scene where she sends kara away, and you can see that there are tears in her eyes and she’s gotta be terrified, but she still smiles, because she doesn’t want kara’s last memory of her to be of her afraid. plus i love the way the gd/mjy fandom writes her bless 

3. ummmm honestly probably alex love that gay icon especially in season 1 y’all know that’s my fav season. i love how much she loves and how family focused she is. she loves kara, and will do absolutely anything for her - including trying until the last moment to get astra to listen to her, because she understood what was really going on. and she succeeded yay!!! tbh i really like how despite the fact that alex is meant to be the cynical one, she still has so much faith. in kara, in j’onn, and hopefully in herself. she’ll do absolutely whatever she has to protect the people she loves, even if it puts herself in danger because she loves just as much as kara. tbh i just wish they’d give her a storyline that is more about Her and not about baby sitting characters or being sidelined. her becoming director seems great except apparently someone else is in charge now??? idk u all know i stopped watching properly ages ago

4. kara danvers!!!!! kara zor-el!!! the best person who has ever existed!!! like honestly do i need to go into this the whole show is about her (or should be idk she seems to have been side lined a lot) and tbh if you don’t love kara i dont know why you’re watching the show its literally About her. and honestly like she’s?? a very well rounded, complex character? yes she’s super optimistic, yes she tries to believe the best in everyone, but that’s not a weakness, and that’s what she shows us. she knows how terrible the world can be, because she’s literally lost her entire world. her faith and hope and compassion in people doesn’t come from a place of naivety or even foolishness. she’s like that because she choses to be!!! and u know what she’s got severe ptsd and depression and thinks pretty badly of herself?? this is someone who will absolutely always put others before herself, even if it means she’s going to die (see, flying fort rozz into space) and anyway i love her, and everyone should love her

5. okay um it gets tricky here cause u only gave my five and im kinda torn between cat and lucy but im gonna go with lucy. i love her so much and like, i feel like she really is a perfect example of how you can be a good person regardless of who your parents are like general lane was a grade a dick and he is about as anti alien as you can get and is into Torture and lucy choses to join the deo, and defend them, and becomes kara’s friend and listens to her conscious and is a good person! and at the same time has massive insecurity issues because she’s always been seen as lesser than her sister and her father and everyone choses someone over her fu james and that line! i want to work for a kickass woman rather than angry old men like yes! u go lucy! u move on from james cause u deserve better than someone who will not chose you first!!!! 

also cat!!! 

also bonuses cause i can’t not: lillian luthor but the not evil, good mother, actual abuse victim lillian which the show refused to do because they can only do evil 2d mothers 

do any of these surprise u... i would be surprised 

[foxx-queen]

Vanluthor 22 (or 23) and mjy 45 pls

22. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. 

note: in like, the expanded ylmitd verse, where argo city survived and lara became krypton’s ambassador so that she can spend time on earth with her son and friends. 

‘You’re working late’.

Lillian glances up at the sound of Lara’s voice, pausing when she sees the woman leaning casually against the door frame. She’s discarded her cape, leaving her in her Ambassadors robes, and Lillian tears her gaze away before she gets distracted staring. ‘Ambassador’.

Lara laughs softly. ‘You know I prefer Lara’.

Lillian swallows. ‘Lara. I’m trying to finish Alex’s suit before she needs to go into the field again’.

‘Astra tells me you’ve been upgrading a lot of things lately’.

Astra had recently allowed her to modify her suit so that the material itself was inlaid with anti-kryptonite. That way, there was no risk of any attachment being damaged, or falling off.

She’d had the impression that Alex was more thankful for the modification than Astra herself.

Lillian shrugs slightly. ‘It’s the least I can do’. There was no real way that she could make up for her time spent working for Cadmus, but she was still going to try. She glances up at Lara again, a little uneasy about the fact that she had no idea why the woman was there so late, and says, ‘is… can I help you with something?’.

‘Yes, actually’. Lara steps forward, and Lillian tries to quell the instinctive flare of alarm she experiences. ‘I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice’, Lara says softly, leaning her elbows on the table as she gazes at her. There’s a faint quirk at the corner of her mouth, like there’s something amusing about this, like she hasn’t just revealed something terrible. ‘Which I have’.

Lillian’s throat feels very dry, and she tries, vainly, to deflect, ‘and what way would that be?’

‘Like you find me attractive’.

Lillian looks away, down at the suit she’s been designing for Alex. Her hand trembles as she slides one of the diagrams over, and murmurs, ‘I’m  doing no such thing’.

‘Really?’

‘Really’. She feels very hot under her collar, and she clears her throat. ‘I look at you because I knew your son. I’ve been trying to see the resemblance’.

Lara hums, a low sound Lillian feels somewhere behind her navel. ‘And is there?’

‘You have the same eyes’.

Lara laughs, and she sounds delighted. Lillian glances at her to see that she looks even more amused, and she doesn’t quite understand why her efforts to deflect don’t seem to be working.

‘I was married’, she say at last, ‘to a man’.

‘So was I’. Lara shrugs. ‘So was Alura. And she is… what is it that Alex calls it? A raging lesbian’.

Lillian feels herself smile. It’s sudden and unexpected and she’s as surprised as Lara seems please. She coughs, and says, ‘and you?’

‘I believe I’m what your people would call bisexual’. Lara tilts her head. ‘You don’t strike me as… straight’. Lillian snorts, amused by how well Lara manages to imitate Alex’s distaste, and shakes her head. Lara’s eyes gleam. ‘So you’re not?’

Lillian blinks, and busies herself again with the suit. ‘I fail to see how that’s your concern’.

‘Well, it would be rather awkward if you weren’t interested in women, and I asked you on a date’.

Lillian balks. Her pen slips out of her hand and falls to the floor, and her face flushes. ‘I… a date?’

‘Yes’. Lara’s brow pinches slightly. ‘Is that the wrong term? Kara informed me that ‘courting’ had too many implications here’.

‘No’, Lillian says weakly, ‘that’s what it’s called’.

‘Oh. Well’. Lara smiles, that wide, charming smile that has the corners of her eyes crinkling and Lillian’s stomach swooping. ‘A date, then’.

‘I… I’m not…’

‘Interested in women?’ Lara sighs, and she sounds genuinely disappointed. ‘Pity’.

‘No, I… I am’. She has no idea where the sudden surge of honesty comes from, and her teeth snap together when she shuts her mouth.

Lara’s eyebrows quirk. ‘Ah. You’re just not attracted to me’.

Lillian stares. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not blind’. She can feel herself getting redder, and she bends to pick up her pen, simply to give herself a moment to collect herself. She stands slowly, tapping her pen anxiously against the desk, and says, ‘I don’t… date’.

Lara makes that noise of understanding, which really should forewarn her that she’s gotten the wrong idea. She stares at her for a moment, and then says, ‘so you… have one night stands? Is that the -’

Lillian chokes. ‘No!’

Lara’s brow furrows tightly, and she says, ‘I’m afraid you’ve lost me’.

Lillian groans, and turns her back on Lara to lean against the table. She covers her heated face with her hands for moment, trying to concentrate on breathing rather than how panicked she feels. A hand touches her shoulder gently, and when she glances to her left, she sees Lara standing there, not particularly close, but there, her eyes shining with concern. ‘You don’t have to explain it, you know’, she says quietly, ‘if you don’t want to… do anything, that’s fine’.

Whether it’s the words, or the touch, Lillian finds it a little easier to breathe. She takes a deep breath, and stares at the kryptonian symbols woven into Lara’s robes, rather than at her face. ‘It’s not that… I don’t… I just…’

Lara squeezes her shoulder. ‘It’s alright. Really’.

‘I’ve never really been on a date’, she says finally, exhaling the words in a rush like it’ll make them easier, ‘and not in… decades’.

Lara frowns slightly. ‘Didn’t you go on dates with your husband? Kara tells me that’s generally how relationships start on your world’.

Lillian swallows, and shakes her head. ‘No. I didn’t’.

Perhaps her tone reveals more than she would’ve wanted, because Lara squeezes her shoulder again, and doesn’t push it. Instead, she says, ‘well, there’s always time for a first, isn’t there?’

Lillian bites her lip, and hesitantly glances at Lara’s face. Her eyes are soft and sympathetic, but she’s still smiling gently, and her stomach swoops again. ‘I’m not… very datable’.

Lara raises her eyebrows. ‘Why not? You’re a sexy skyscraper’.

‘You’re remarkably caught up on our media for a new arrival’, Lillian says, inordinately proud of herself for the way her voice remains steady, ‘to have seen The Good Place’.

‘It’s one of Astra’s favourites’.

Lillian manages a small smile at the thought, before she drops her gaze again. She swallows, and murmurs, ‘Lara… I… don’t know if this it’s a good idea’.

‘You’re quite right’. She’s surprised by how genuinely disappointed she feels. It’s a strange, bitter feeling, but when she looks up again, Lara is smiling. ‘It’s a wonderful idea’.

Lillian huffs a laugh. ‘You’re very persistant’.

Lara turns serious. ‘Lillian, if you don’t want to go on a date with me, I will respect that. I simply…’ she frowns slightly, looking up at her with an expression she can’t quite identify. ‘You seem very determined to come up with reasons why we shouldn’t, and I can’t tell what you actually want’.

Lillian hesitates. It would be easy, in a way, to tell Lara that she doesn’t want to have anything to do with her, easy to turn her away and pretend she’s not interested, except…

She can’t remember the last time someone asked her what she wanted.

‘Just a date?’

Lara beams, and Lillian briefly experiences the sensation of being blinded by the sun. ‘Just a date. Alex tells me that Ocean’s 8 is a very good film. We could see that’.

Feeling utterly irresponsible, and incredibly out of her depth, Lillian finds herself nodding. ‘I… I would like that’.

‘Wonderful! You can explain certain phrases Alex has refused to expand on about the actresses’.

‘Like what?’

‘She keeps saying that Cate Blanchett has big dick energy. What in Rao’s name does that mean?’

Lillian has absolutely no idea if she’ll survive this date, but it’s hard to care, with Lara looking at her with those sparkling eyes.

[elliothier]

#6. General Danvers would be too easy, so MJY. Alternatively, #30 with MJY or GD. (or both! Everybody loves your writing so doing both would make more people happy! ;P )

To absolutely no one’s surprise, I ended up doing both of them, lol. Both for MJY, and I… Well, I’ll make no excuses regarding how this became what it became, lol. And you flatter me! Thanks!

6. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“Lucy!” Kara’s startled voice sounds. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“Uh…” Lucy tries to contain herself, like she hadn’t been waiting for Alura instead, but she can’t hide her full-body blush. “I thought I’d take a risk?” She grins sheepishly and tries to play it off with a wink.

Alura—her saving grace—appears behind Kara then, eyes wide. She quickly composes however. “Kara, why don’t you go to the living room?” A dazed Kara obliges quickly, passing Alura, and then Alura focuses on her. “Lucy, a word?”

That look means she’s in big trouble.

30. “It’s not what it looks like…”

“Sister, have you seen my—“

Alura looks up from behind her desk, jumping slightly at the door swinging open without warning and revealing Astra. It’s that exact moment when Lucy decides to look up from beneath the desk, head poking out. Astra’s mouth curls up in a smirk, and Alura protests, “It’s not what it looks like…”

“No, no,” her sister grins, already turning around. “Carry on, I’ll come back later.”

Lucy turns to Alura then, handing her the pen she’d dropped earlier. There’s a glint in her eyes as she grins, “We do have some minutes to spare now…”

[foxx-queen]

In case no one has asked yet, MJY for the ship meme! :)

my babies hfkjsdf

Which one sexts like a straight white boy?Lucy is very good at sexting, but sometimes they can read like straight white boy sexts because poor Alura really doesn’t understand how to sext and Lucy has to be very specific. When Alura actually catches on to what Lucy is trying to do, she tends to just turn up anyway. They don’t sext a lot.

Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?Alura ‘cry baby’ In-Ze bawls during most disney movies. beautiful music? check. beautiful animation? check. moving moments? she’s a wreck. she cries for an hour after the firebird scene in fantasia, and don’t let her watch either finding nemo or finding dory on her own. do not let her watch Lilo and Stitch with Astra. 

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?Alura, but only once, in her early days on Earth when Lucy was teaching her how to cook and basic things etc. she was so horrified about damaging Lucy’s property that she remembered never to do it again. 

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?Both. Alura picks it up from Astra, and Lucy indulges, though it becomes less of a ‘guess who’ and more of a greeting when one of them has had a difficult day. they’re both very good at reading the other’s body language, so it tends to lighten how the other feels. though of course, lucy can only do it when alura is sitting down, or if she stretches up.

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?Alura gets very concerned about how fragile humans can be, and if Lucy reaches for her and her hands are cold, or if the night is a particularly cold one, Alura will immediately place them on her skin because she knows that it’ll warm Lucy up. That tends to lead to other things, if they’re in private, but that certainly warms Lucy up too. 

Who had that embarassing Reality TV marathon?i can see Alura getting really hooked on reality cooking shows?? aside from that she watches a bit of everything i think because cultural education. They probably watch plenty of tv shows together, but maybe not reality tv?

Who laughs more during sex?Both. Lucy laughs, Alura giggles.

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?They switch. Lucy likes spooning Lucy (jet pack Lucy is a thing), and Alura likes sleeping with her head pressed close to Lucy’s chest. Sometimes, Lucy will lie sprawled on top of Alura, with her head resting against her chest or her stomach, and Lucy is small enough for Alura to easily tuck under her chin. As long as they’re warm, and comfortable, and can feel each other’s arms around each other, anything works. 

[arxt1]

Caltech-NRAO Stripe 82 Survey (CNSS). III: The First Radio-discovered Tidal Disruption Event, CNSS J0019+00. (arXiv:1910.11912v2 [astro-ph.HE] UPDATED)

We present the discovery of a nuclear transient with the Caltech-NRAO Stripe 82 Survey (CNSS), a dedicated radio transient survey carried out with the Karl G. Jansky Very Large Array (VLA). This transient, CNSS J001947.3+003527, exhibited a turn-on over a timescale of $\lesssim$1 yr, increasing in flux density at 3 GHz from $<0.14$ mJy in 2014 February to $4.4\pm0.1$ mJy in 2015 March, reaching a peak luminosity of $5\times10^{28} \text{erg s}^{-1} \text{Hz}^{-1}$ around 2015 October. The association of CNSS J0019+00 with the nucleus (Gaia and our VLBI positions are consistent to within 1 pc) of a nearby S0 Seyfert galaxy at 77 Mpc, together with the radio spectral evolution, implies that this transient is most likely a tidal disruption event (TDE). Our equipartition analysis indicates the presence of a $\sim$15,000 km s$^{-1}$ outflow, having energy $\sim$10$^{49}$ erg. We derive the radial density profile for the circumnuclear material in the host galaxy to be proportional to $R^{-2.5}$. All of these properties suggest resemblance with radio-detected thermal TDEs like ASASSN-14li and XMMSL1 J0740-85. No significant X-ray or optical emission is detected from CNSS J0019+00, although this may simply be due to the thermal emission being weak during our late-time follow-up observations. From the CNSS survey we have obtained the first unbiased measurement of the rate of radio TDEs, $R(>500 \mu{\rm Jy})$ of about $2\times10^{-3}$ deg$^{-2}$, or equivalently a volumetric rate of about 10 Gpc$^{-3}$ yr$^{-1}$. This rate implies that all-sky radio surveys such as the VLA Sky Survey and those planned with ASKAP, will find many tens of radio TDEs over the next few years.

from astro-ph.HE updates on arXiv.org https://ift.tt/2WvZtsJ