#sunday cider

[bedlamsbard]

went to look up whether or not South Dakota is a "no alcohol sales on Sundays" state (it's not), had to check whether my county is a "no alcohol sales on Sundays" county and -- it's not, but it is a NO ALCOHOL SALES ON CHRISTMAS county. I didn't even know that was a thing.

Memorial Day is FINE. Sundays are FINE. any hour except the hours between 2 am and 7 am is FINE.

but not on CHRISTMAS. you godless heathens.

(also, yeah, for non-Americans: this is the sort of thing that's up to states, counties, and cities.)

(I think it used to also be forbidden on Memorial Day in this county? because searching I found references to Memorial Day also being a no sales of alcohol day but this ordinance is from 2011.)

[askwhatsforlunch]

Cider Pork Roast

This beautifully juicy and tender Cider Pork Roast, simmered with my home-brewed vintage of 2022 makes a deliciously warming Sunday Lunch! Have a good one!

Ingredients (serves 3):

2 tablespoons unsalted butter

1 tablespoon olive oil

a small (695-gram/1.5-pound) pork roast

2 fresh thyme sprigs

1 fluffy sprig Garden Rosemary 

2 bay leaves

2 small onions

4 cloves

2 large garlic cloves

1/2 teaspoon fleur de sel or sea salt flakes

1/2 freshly cracked black pepper

half a litre/2 cups Cider

a dozen carrots

Preheat oven to 180°C/355°C.

Melt butter with olive oil in a large Dutch oven over medium-high heat.

Once the butter is just foaming, add the pork roast, and brown thoroughly on all sides.

Once browned, remove from the Dutch oven, and transfer to a plate; set aside.

Add thyme sprigs to the Dutch oven. Break Garden Rosemary sprig in half and add to the Dutch oven as well, along with bay leaves.

Peel onions, and cut them into quarters. Push a clove into four of the onion quarters. Add to the Dutch oven, coating into butter, oil and herbs. Cook, 3 minutes.

Peel and crush garlic cloves, and stir them into the pot. Cook, a couple of minutes more.

Deglaze with 1/3 cup of the Cider.

Season rested pork roast on all sides with fleur de sel and black pepper, and return to the Dutch oven, along with its resting juices.

Pour remaining Cider over the pork roast, and bring to a simmer. Once simmering, cover with the lid, and place the pot in the middle of the hot oven. Bake, at 180°C/355°F, for 45 minutes.

Meanwhile, peel carrots and cut them in halves.

After 45 minutes, scatter carrots all around pork roast in the Dutch oven. Cover with the lid, return to the oven, and roast, for another 45 minutes, at 180°C/355°F.

Serve Cider Pork Roast hot with the carrots, and a side of Applesauce or Parsnip and Swede Mash (or both!), and a glass of chilled Cider!

[snowbellewells]

Self Promo Sunday: "Still Here in Spirit"

This week's promo fic is just a bit of a missing moment/divergence from early season five. I was feeling a bit of angst at the end of 5x02 when Emma was left outside the diner watching the rest of her family together, and I think this was mostly born out of that feeling. I've always had a bit of a soft spot for this little one shot, and here's hoping you may enjoy it too....

Summary: Though Emma cannot be with him as he wonders just what wrong makes his love keep her distance, Killian and all her family and friends still keep the Savior close to their hearts...

Can also be read on AO3 or ff.net if that is your preference...

by: @snowbellewells

Chuckling good naturedly in spite of himself from where he leans casually against the staircase railing in Regina Mills' spacious foyer, Killian Jones watches the festive bustling and last minute preparations before the Hood-Mills-Charming families can head out on the streets of Storybrooke trick or treating. He had truly held no interest in the odd modern day custom of dressing up in unusual garb and wandering the streets begging others for sweets. Of the many strange and ridiculous-seeming practices he has been introduced to in this realm, this so-called "Halloween" seems to be one of the most ludicrous.

However, when Henry had looked at him hopefully, urging his mother's boyfriend to join them on this nighttime excursion, Killian found he could not deny the lad. There is a certain expression Swan's boy possesses – fervent, wide-eyed and engaging – that reminds him so much of Emma that day Storybrooke had been on the brink of destruction and she had looked straight into his soul and urged him to be a part of something, that he is hard-pressed to deny Henry anything, despite what his original inclinations might be. Though his weary soul had balked at laughing with light heart and playfully making merry when his love was out there somewhere, alone, cloaked in darkness and lost in her bitterness at wrongs the rest of them cannot remember committing, watching the group straightening each other's outfits, gathering Roland and little Neal's baskets for candy, and warmly trying to enjoy what they can of this moment of relative calm – even if one of their number is missing – makes him smile through the twinges of pain.

Reaching out affectionately to straighten Henry's green woolen cape and then the quiver slung over his shoulder, Killian feels the corners of his mouth pull up in a reluctant but sincere smile at the picture the boy paints in his get-up with his assorted motley band of outfitted family. There had been heated debate whether Henry should dress as knight like his Gramps or a pirate like his adopted stepfather until the boy had eventually settled the dispute by dressing like Robin as a bandit of the forest. His other surrogate parent had tried to appear casual about it, but the glimmer in his eyes as he loaned his old cape and quiver had given away how flattered he was, not to mention the Queen's grin of joyful satisfaction and the couple rogue tears she had brushed away. It warmed Killian's ancient pirate heart as well, even though he had lost out on having a miniature double for the night's festivities.

The boy gives him a nod of thanks, and pirate and young prince's eyes meet for a charged moment of bittersweet understanding, both knowing Emma should be there with them and yet not wanting to voice how much her absence hurts. Not wanting to speak sadness into an evening that is trying to enjoy the good moments.

Then, with a steadying hand on the lad's shoulder, Killian vows to follow him and make sure this "Outlaw of Storybrooke Forest" rapidly becoming a young man enjoys himself tonight. Emma would wish it, and someday – he swears to himself – he will tell her about tonight's hijinks, and her parents dressed as Bonnie and Clyde (whoever they might be) with Regina and Robin as Romeo and Juliet in tow. Little Roland looks a bit out of place in their group dressed as a "minion" – which Henry had explained was in some moving picture the little lad had just seen – and bouncing around the rest of them as if he simply cannot wait another moment from them to be off.

The night progresses beautifully, with laughter and smiles that Killian knows he will hold in his memory for years to come. Being drawn into and accepted as part of a family, and necessary for its happy celebrations, was a gift he had long since forgotten and never expected to be a part of again. Yet, he cannot help wishing Emma could be here with them, looking on proudly as Henry takes care to see that Roland doesn't get too far ahead and become lost, that his little uncle is given his fair share of their sugary haul, and constantly glancing back at the group of adults who love him as if making sure that they too are happy and content. His Swan would be so proud of the good heart and concern for others her son continues to show, despite moving into those sometimes troublesome teenage years. He wishes so fervently that she was there beside him, her small, strong hand slipped into his, her head laid gently on his shoulder, just barely leaning into his side as they walk, that his hand clenches into a tight fist at the absence. Those easy, safe, and comfortable times together seem so far removed now from the cold distance that the Darkness has formed between them.

Still, there are many good moments too: Granny and Ruby offering wolf-shaped cookies and hot chocolate to all those who come to their door, with Ruby smirking and shooting a playful wink to he, Snow and Charming from beneath the painted wolf face and ears she wears atop her dark curls and asking, "Well, what else would I be for Halloween?" with a playful giggle; Belle meeting every child at the door to the library all lit up with carved pumpkins in each window, eager to give them a handpicked book of their very own, and taking a moment to slip a gilt-edged paperback into his hand as well. "It's The Princess Bride," she whispers surreptitiously to him with a sympathetic smile. "Emma mentioned how much she liked it once, and when I re-read it, I knew that you would appreciate it too, Killian."

By the time the group reaches the mines where the dwarves and fairies are giving lighted tours of the caves and sending their guests off for home with hot apple cider to warm their hands and stomachs, Killian is truly feeling cheered – if only at the happiness of those around him and the comfort of being welcomed wholeheartedly into their midst. When he parts ways with Henry and the rest of Emma's loved ones at the loft, savoring the hug Henry gives him before bounding after Regina, Robin, and Roland to get back to their house and go through all his candy, and possibly holding on a bit too tightly to the lad for just a moment, he pauses in the street lights' glow, peering into the night and mulling his next course of action.

Eventually he turns back toward the Jolly Roger and the docks, walking slowly and trying to keep himself from whispering Emma's name into the quiet evening. He knows that bringing her to him when she is not herself will only bring him more pain; their last encounter in his private quarters had taught him that lesson all too well. However, as he boards his beloved ship, strides across the deck and comes to stand by the wheel, gazing up at the clear night's multitude of stars, he does leave her a small remembrance. "I know you're out there somewhere, Love," he whispers to the breeze. "I cannot hold you tonight as I desire, but you were never far from all of our minds. Enjoy your Halloween treat."

He slips below quickly, knowing that tangling wits and words with her now will only make things worse. Head bowed, he can only hope she will sense how much he misses her in the gesture and that she – the real Emma - will feel a moment of his care. The captain has entered his cabin, leaning against the closed door and praying desperately that she is not lost in torment somewhere with no one beside her, when on the deck above him, a swirl of magical smoke clears, and Emma appears by the ship's wheel, a tentative, tiny smile upon her lips. Picking up the still-hot cup of cider he has left for her there, she takes a sip and imagines that the warmth spreading through her at first swallow is from him being able to hold her close once more. For now, it is the only treat they can allow themselves… so she closes her eyes, thinks of him, and tries to let it be enough.

Tagging a few who might enjoy: @jennjenn615 @searchingwardrobes @kmomof4 @laschatzi @whimsicallyenchantedrose @jrob64 @apiratewhopines @xsajx @bluewildcatfanatic @lfh1226-linda @teamhook @revanmeetra87 @stahlop @sotangledupinit @justanother-unluckysoul @drowned-dreamer @gingerchangeling @gingerpolyglot @blackwidownat2814 @elizabeethan @the-darkdragonfly @donteattheappleshook @booksteaandtoomuchtv @kazoosandfannypacks @tiganasummertree @optomisticgirl @spartanguard @therooksshiningknight

[sadclowncentral]

for every picture like above, there is an accompanying picture of me holding an alcoholic beverage. and i think that's beautiful

four days at sea (atlantic, ijsellmeer, baltic sea, north sea)

[atinystarcafe]

Wooyoung fic recs

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✴ : smut ᯓᡣ𐭩 : absolute favourites [Last updated: 28.05.2025] ⋆˙⟡ If any links don't work anymore please let me know I'll get it fixed as soon as possible ^^

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Vivrant Thing - @hwaslayer ✴ | bestfriend's brother!wooyoung (COMPLETED)

after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company summer party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Step By Step | Practive Makes Perfect - @atinyslittleworld ✴ | friends to lovers au (COMPLETED)

When Y/N confides in Wooyoung about her inexperience with kissing, he offers to "teach" her. What begins as innocent lessons soon spirals into something neither can ignore.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Try Me | Part 2 - @tenelkadjowrites ✴ | coworker!wooyoung (COMPLETED)

Having to work with Wooyoung while your marriage is crumbling is frustrating. He’s a cocky brat and barely completes what he needs to. But when you find out your husband cheated on you, Wooyoung proves his worth in another way. 

Bound In Silk | Part 2 - @cyberteez ✴ |(COMPLETED)

a bound wooyoung knows no kindness

February Filth Fest - Day 7 | Part 2 - @multiwreckedmess ✴ | aphrodisiacs, !dubcon, roommate!wooyoung (COMPLETED)

Thick as thieves you’ve seen Wooyoung on good days and bad days. Both of you have done some admittedly dumb things but you’re young and hot and a little reckless. So why is Wooyoung sitting on the sofa pouring sweat in the middle of February when you come home?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Let The Heart Love Again | Asking You To Be His Valentine - @makeitmingi | parent au, single dad!Wooyoung x dance teacher!reader (COMPLETED)

When Wooyoung's daughter expressed interest in sharing his passion for dance, he immediately signed her up for the next class. However, he didn't think that he would be star struck by his daughter's teacher. Maybe, just maybe, he was ready to open his heart again.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Chosen appa | She's My Kid - @yoongissweetdream | best friends to lovers au, parent!au, best friend!wooyoung single mom!reader (COMPLETED)

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Oneshots and drabbles ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

Birthday - @ateezscupid ✴ | husband!wooyoung

Adorable newlyweds, and your husband seems stuck on wanting to have kids.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleepover - @kitten4sannie ✴ | !dubcon/coercion, perverted best friend!wooyoung, ft. comatose mingi

wooyoung is more than willing to hold you when you’re afraid during your horror movie marathon, and even more willing to help distract you like a good friend does.

Apple Cider - @linearities | bf!wooyoung

lazy sundays, matching pj's, cuddles, and an insanely amount of yapping. when your favorite dessert is brought up, your boyfriend is eager to bake you the best apple pie you ever tried! after you tie his hair for him, of course.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Overwhelmed - @itstheghostofmypast | corporate au, bf!wooyoung

No one could stop swiper when his queen was overwhelmed.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Home For The Holidays - @highvern ✴ | exes to lovers au, christmas au, fake dating au, ex bf!wooyoung

Wooyoung broke up with you months ago. In his own shame and embarrassment, he's never told his family. Now they're expecting you for Christmas, just like they have for the past 8 years. So he does the only thing he can think of: beg you to pretend you're still dating.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A Wife’s Wooyoung’s Duties - @blutyuyu | clingy bf!wooyoung x tired!reader

in which the only thing that can ease your tense shoulders after a long day at work is the comforting sight of your wif— i mean, uh, your boyfriend, cooking up his famous seaweed soup

That's not your food, Woo - @pettypuppy-jonghyun | bf!wooyoung

Wooyoung is known for stealing your food, but this time he got caught

Untitled - @m1rotics ✴ | !intoxication play

Thinking about intoxication play with wooyoung... He spends the whole night refilling your cup, simple mixed drinks that weren't too strong turn into drinks strong every sip making your skin warm and your thoughts less coherent than before.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Lock Screen Password - @littlefireball | idol!wooyoung x 9th member!reader

You're shooting for "Idol 1N2D." There are nine of you, split into three teams. The team that comes in last has to take a bungee jump. Naturally, your team ends up losing the challenge. Now, you find yourself on the platform, shaking with fear because you're terrified of heights.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Very Bad Things - @frenchkisstheabyss ✴ | mafia!wooyoung x chubby stripper!reader

When your best friend ropes you into working a bachelor party with her on your day off you're positive you know exactly what to expect. A bunch of gross drunk guys trying to put their hands on you. Instead you stumble into the exact opposite situation, finding yourself drawn to one man in particular who has you doing something you never thought you would.

Woo's Brews - @covenha | witch!Wooyoung, ft. familiar!Seonghwa

Seonghwa, Wooyoung's black cat familiar, decides to help him out with his dry spell.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Small Treasures - @solaris-amethyst | bf!wooyoung

You drag Wooyoung to a second hand shop with the promise he'll get ice cream afterwards and he ends up finding a bunch of porcelain frogs he wants to bring home and who are you to say no to your adorable partner?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Swept Away - @solaris-amethyst | pokemon au, pokemon trainer!wooyoung x pokemon trainer!reader

Wooyoung and his partner visits the Heahea beach every day in hopes of seeing the trainer who swims with their Milotic and perhaps even gain the courage to get in the water to talk to them.

Kinktober '24 - Day 16 - @jiniretracha ✴ | bf!wooyoung

Something was going on with you today. You hadn't kissed him all day. Wooyoung won't tolerate that.

What Are Best Friends For - @seobinghard ✴ | obsessive best friend!wooyoung

wooyoung's a manipulative, obsessive, jealous best friend who wants you all to himself

Challenge Accepted - @mikrokosmoslove ✴ | best friend!wooyoung

Your best-friend is an absolute brat at the best of times knowing how to rile you up and push your buttons, especially when you're gaming and especially when he flirts too much with you.

Seduced By The Bad Boy - @xomakara ✴ | best friends to lovers au, best friend!wooyoung

Your so-called 'Bad Boy' best friend Wooyoung catches you looking at adult toys after taking a nap beside you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 I Like You, I Do - @sungbeam | friends to lovers au, college au

the one where you're stuck in denial and wooyoung's determined to not be stuck in the friend zone.

Change Of Heart - @hotteoki | arranged marriage au, medieval au, strangers to lovers au, suitor!wooyoung x princess!reader

when you're forced into an unwilling, arranged marriage where your husband is decided by a competition with three contests, will an stranger be able to find his way into your life to befriend you and turn your future around?

Valentine's Lovin' - @lollixp0p ✴ | sub bf!wooyoung

It's your first Valentine's day as a couple and Wooyoung decides to take you on the best date of your life, so of course you have to reward him for his efforts ;)

Freaks On A Friday - @thisthatpinkvenom ✴ | college!au, bf!wooyoung

Your boyfriend, Wooyoung, is as cool as a cucumber. You, not so much. When you go into a jealous fit at a Friday night party, he's nothing short of amused at how cute you are. And he knows just how to simmer down your hot temper.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Puppy Love - @milfgyuu | neighbor au, strangers to lovers au

So, your dog manages to score a boyfriend before you…unsurprising with your luck. However, your four-legged companion and her beau seem to conspire to bring a little puppy love into their human’s lives as well. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wanna Be Yours - @milfgyuu | model!wooyoung x manager!reader

In which model!wooyoung is hopelessly in love with his manager and finally does something about it. 

White Christmas - @hongism ✴ | christmas au, friends to lovers au

in a week of babysitting two children together just before christmas, you think love might have slipped its way in, among other things.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Lemonade - @barsformars | bf!wooyoung

you help out at wooyoung’s brother school carnival and get mistaken for his parents.

Hold still - @stayteezdreams | bf!wooyoung

Wooyoung asks you to do his makeup for a costume party, but it's only an excuse to get close to you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Untitled - @twilightjwy | idol bf!wooyoung

you show up to surprise wooyoung after a long day of dance practice

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Good Lil Boy - @sorryimananti-romantic ✴ | royal!au, enemies to lovers au, prince!wooyoung x princess!reader

you and wooyoung may be best friends but you are also each other's worst enemies, leaving no chance to humiliate and tease the other. when you meet at prince yunho's kingdom for a 3 months retreat, things take an unexpected turn as you start to place very personal bets and find yourselves unable to keep your hands off each other, something you'd regret later as you fail to keep boundaries.

Pretty Brown Eyes - @ateezscupid ✴

wooyoung’s first time using aphrodisiac’s.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Accidentally Calling Wooyoung Your Husband - @brainddeadd | bf!wooyoung

Accidentally calling Wooyoung your husband- spoiler alert: he's insufferable

Is That My Shirt? - @yoongissweetdream | bf!wooyoung

Reader claims another one of her boyfriends shirts.

7:10 - @yoongissweetdream | girl dad!wooyoung

Wooyoung's favourite girls surprise him for his birthday.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Place In Me - @starrysvn | exes to lovers au, chef!wooyoung x chef!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 How Many Kids Do You Want? - @vent-stink

Killin It - @starrysan | enemies to lovers au, biker!wooyoung x baker!reader

Sun - @beenbaanbuun | bf!wooyoung

Mummy Issues - @beenbaanbuun | bf!wooyoung

Wooyoung Hard Thought - @joongsheartx ✴ | pottery teacher!wooyoung

ᯓᡣ𐭩 That And Then - @halaboyz | strangers to ... (this ending will forever haunt me)

Broke Your Heart, I'll Put It Back Together - @dairyminki | exes to lovers au

Coming Home Sick - @bvidzsoo | bf!wooyoung

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Spoiled Mommy - @potatomountain ✴ | babysitter!wooyoung x single mom!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Untitled - @thelargefrye | idol!wooyoung x 9th member!reader

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[linearities]

ᅟᅟᅟᅟ APPLE ౨ৎ CIDER . ｡ .

lazy sundays, matching pj's, cuddles, and an insanely amount of yapping. when your favorite dessert is brought up, your boyfriend is eager to bake you the best apple pie you ever tried! after you tie his hair for him, of course.

this fanfiction is part of my birthday event.

pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader.

genre: fluff.

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, pet names, reader and wooyoung being very much in love, mention of sex scraches yay!

a/n: hi, pookies! sorry i'm late for our event, it was supposed to start on sunday (26th) but i had a few problems and couldn't post it. but here we are, with our first fanfic of the week! we'll have more coming up on the next few days, maybe not on schedule but they'll still come. love you all, stay safe!

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divider here.

it was a lazy, cold sunday. you and your boyfriend locked in your shared apartment, laughing and watching series, tucked under the covers with fuzzy socks and matching pajamas on. yapping about everything and nothing at the same time. how hungry you were, how cute you both looked, your future plans, your future family, your work, your projects, your cravings, everything.

talking had always been easy with wooyoung. he didn’t hold back, so you didn’t feel like you ever should. he always made you comfortable with being yourself, unapologetically so. do you feel the need to be loud? be loud. need to be vulnerable? be vulnerable. need alone time? have all the time you want, my dear. he’ll be here when you feel better. so, if at almost 9PM you say that you’re craving apple pie, he’ll simply jump off the bed to make it for you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead and smiling sickeningly sweet in your direction, heading to the kitchen without giving you a single chance to protest.

except a few minutes later, when the clanking and clacking of the utensils had stopped, his call was clear for you.

“baby? would you come here for a second?” you jumped out of bed, sliding in the shadow the hedgehog themed slippers he had bought for you before pacing lazily to the kitchen, finding him with his cooking apron on, shirtless and with a knife in his hand as he diced up the apples. ”can you tie my hair for me?”

he requested, earning a giddy giggle out of you, who nodded and looked around for a hair tie, positioning yourself behind him. gathering his hair in a low ponytail, you kissed the nape of his neck before tying it properly, giggling as you watched him shiver. that encouraged you to place another kiss there. and another, and another, hugging his waist from behind and nuzzling your face in between his shoulder blades, laying a soft kiss on the naked, soft skin, still with a few scratch marks from the night before.

“i love you,” you mumbled, deeply inhaling his natural scent, ”so much.”

he smiled, waddling around the kitchen with you glued to him, ”i love you too, baby. so much.”

well that was a short one! thank you all for reading, i'll see you next time !! <33

xoxo, meggie. <3

p.s.: rip wooyoo's long hair. 🕊️

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[muwapsturniolo]

1979 🍂 M. Sturniolo

“Do you want to see my period app?”

⟢ no warnings really, just a small bit of angst, mentions of periods, and cigarettes.

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

Matt tried not to get too excited about his upcoming date with Cider. He kept reminding himself it was just a casual hangout between friends, a new friend, nothing more. They were still practically strangers who’d just so happened to cross paths and part on friendly terms.

Still, something lingered. A spark, subtle but undeniable, something they both couldn’t quite ignore.

The days leading up to Friday dragged by at an agonizing pace. He filled the time by unpacking the last of his moving boxes, arranging trinkets on shelves, only to move them again minutes later. He met up with his parents on Thursday, catching up over lunch, grateful for the distraction, but it wasn't enough.

Then came Friday.

He woke up early, lingering in the bathroom longer than he usually would. In the shower, he scrubbed every inch of his skin obsessively, determined to eliminate any trace of bodily odor. For once, he blow-dried his hair, something he never bothered with, experimenting with a new style. He considered shaving the scruff along his jawline, but after a moment of hesitation, he chose to leave it.

He decided to stick with his usual outfit—blue jeans and a sweater. It was nothing special, but it was comfortable, and it suited the weather just fine. No need to overthink it, and yet he did. He went through his whole closet, trying on different outfits and posing in front of the mirror, only for him to put back on his original outfit.

The hours crawled by, each minute feeling longer than the last. He kept checking the time on his phone, only to find it had barely moved. Restless, he lounged around the house, trying to distract himself but failing horribly.

He had decided to write in his journal, figuring it would help pass the time- and it did. His alarm went off at exactly 6:30 pm, scaring him half to death, but exciting him at the same time. He basically flies out of the house, grabbing his car keys and rushing to the car. The roads were basically clear, giving him the ability to arrive at Mazzys in record time.

Just like Tuesday, he walks into the comforting coffee shop, smiling and waving as a few people greet him. He finds the booth he claimed as his empty, making his way over and settling down.

He waits to order, figuring that when Cider is done with her set, the two of them could enjoy a drink with each other.

But that never came.

He thought she was running late at first, but as time went on, he began to think otherwise. Maybe she was just being nice to him on Tuesday. Maybe she didn't want to see him again. The butterflies and fireworks he felt in his stomach turned into moths and thunder, a sad feeling settling in his chest.

He felt as if everyone was looking at him, knowing and laughing that he was stood up. Not wanting to wallow in his embarrassment, he stands up and leaves, keeping his head down in the process.

Despite how the day had gone off track, he couldn’t shake his sense of eagerness. Something in him refused to give up— his hope clung stubbornly, even in the face of disappointment.

So what did he do?

He went to Mazzys again on Saturday.

On Sunday.

On Monday.

On Tuesday.

Each day he returned, hope flickering stubbornly in his chest, only to be dimmed a little more with every visit. What began as quiet optimism slowly crumbled into something bitter. Eventually, he stopped going. He felt foolish for showing up day after day, chasing a moment that clearly wasn’t meant to be. The sadness that had settled in his chest hardened into frustration, then resentment. He hated that he’d let himself believe in something sparked by a stranger. Hated that someone so random could leave him feeling this hollow.

"Well, did she seem into you?" Nate questions as they walk up to the front door of his home. Matt sighs and runs his free hand through his hair, proceeding to use his other to carry in the groceries.

"I-i don't know? I mean I thought so...It seemed like we clicked well, and she seemed up for the idea of hanging out." They set the groceries down in the kitchen, starting to put them away. "I honestly wouldn't even dwell on it then man. There are plenty of women out there, why fret on her? It's her loss, honestly."

"Yeah... you're right."

However, what Matt didn’t know was that Cider hadn’t stood him up.

She had every intention of meeting him—she really did. But the force of Mother Nature had other plans. Despite downing ibuprofen and cranking her heating pad up to the highest setting, it just wasn’t enough. The cramps were brutal, leaving her bedridden, curled into a ball. Every attempt to stand brought a fresh wave of nausea that knocked her right back down.

She felt awful.

The guilt ate at her, swirling through her thoughts like a storm. She wished she’d gotten his number—or even just his last name—so she could find him on social media and send an apology, maybe explain what had happened.

By Wednesday morning, the five-day nightmare had finally passed. She wiped and saw clean toilet paper—no more blood. Practically jumping for joy, she got ready in record time and bolted downstairs, heading straight into Mazzys.

"Kat!" Cider called out, waving enthusiastically at the brown-haired barista as she rushed up to the counter, eyes shining bright with urgency.

Kat glanced up from the register, already starting to smile. "Hey, feeling be— Has anyone come looking for me?" Cider cut her off, practically bouncing on her toes.

Kat blinked, thrown off. "Looking for you?"

"Yeah! I, um... I had a date—well, not a date, more like... okay, whatever. A guy. About yay high, brown hair—kind of curly but messy? Blue eyes. His name’s Matt?"

Recognition flickered in Kat’s eyes as she slowly began to nod. "Yeah... yeah, actually, he’s been coming in the past few days. I was wondering why he kept sitting in the corner booth, just kind of... waiting. Then leaving without ordering anything."

Cider’s face lit up and crumpled all at once. Kat tilted her head slightly, raising an eyebrow. "So... you had a date with him?"

"Technically, no. It was just two people hanging out... as friends..." She waved her hands, flustered about the idea of it being an actual date.

"Right..." Kat said with a smirk. "Well, you just missed him. He was in not that long ago."

Cider’s head whipped toward the door, scanning the street like she might spot him walking by.

"Did he say where he was going?" she asked, urgency creeping into her voice once more as she tapped the wooden countertop with her fingers.

"Said something about a park," Kat replied, grabbing a cloth to wipe down the counter. "Didn’t say which one, though."

Cider stood frozen for a moment, her brain flipping through every possibility at lightning speed. Then, without warning, she darted toward the side exit of Mazzys, startling Kat behind the counter.

"I’ll be right back! Two muffins and a jug of cider—please!" she shouted over her shoulder before disappearing through the door and scrambling up the cluttered stairs to her apartment.

She burst inside and made a beeline for the linen closet, yanking open the door and digging frantically through the mess of blankets and storage bins. After a few chaotic minutes, she finally pulled out what she’d been looking for:

A picnic basket.

Within seconds, she was back downstairs, breathless, slapping a crumpled handful of dollar bills on the counter. She grabbed the muffins, stuffed them into the basket, and dashed outside, circling around the building and jumping into her car—a vintage, burnt-orange Bronco, lovingly restored with modern upgrades.

As she drove, she made a few quick pit stops—grabbing odds and ends, things she thought might matter—but her focus never wavered.

“What park, what park, what park?” she muttered under her breath, her fingers tapping the steering wheel as her eyes flicked between signs and exits. There were several parks nearby, each one peaceful, secluded, and very... Matt.

She tried three. No luck.

At each one, she asked people—always the same description: brown hair, messy curls, blue eyes, leather satchel. And every time, she got the same response: a polite shake of the head and a quiet apology.

Her hope was starting to fade, but she wasn’t ready to give up. Not yet.

One last park.

This one was more tucked away, less manicured. A preserve, really. Trees stretched toward the sky in every direction, their leaves burning brilliant shades of red and orange. The air felt quieter here, like the world had slowed down. Deer grazed lazily in the distance. Squirrels darted through fallen leaves. Rabbits hopped along unbothered, unafraid.

It was one of her favorite places.

She stepped out of the Bronco, her Converse crunching on the soft dirt path, and began to walk. For minutes, she followed the winding trail before veering off, figuring if Matt was anywhere, he wouldn't be sticking to the main path.

Eventually, she reached the edge of a wide, still pond. She stopped there, catching her breath, taking it all in—the colors, the silence, the softness of the world around her.

Then, across the pond, she saw someone crouching down, snapping photos. Even from a distance, she recognized the worn leather satchel slung over his shoulder.

Her eyes lit up.

“Matt!” she shouted, voice ringing out across the water, full of hope and adrenaline.

Matt didn’t hear her enthusiastic shouts—her voice was lost to the wind and the constant chatter of the birds. Focused, he kept his eye pressed to the viewfinder, capturing the way the golden light danced across the leaves.

When he finally pulled back to review the shot, something unusual caught his attention.

A figure.

Blurry, off to the side, but unmistakably there.

He looked up, eyes scanning across the pond.

His brows knit together in confusion and curiosity as he spotted someone on the far bank, waving their arms wildly and jumping up and down like a lunatic.

He strained to hear over the rustling trees and birdsong.

“Matt... wait... there... hold!”

He blinked, stunned—and then the figure turned and vanished back into the preserve, swallowed by the trees.

He stared at the spot across the pond, confusion flickering in his eyes, a ripple of unease settling in his chest. Slowly, he rose to his feet, fingers tightening around his camera. He took a cautious step back, then turned fully and began to walk away, the gravel crunching softly under his shoes.

Just as he stepped onto the main path, a body collided into his. Both gasped in surprise, stumbling backward from the sudden impact.

“Oh my god, I’m so—” Cider’s apology cut short as she looked up, recognition lit up her face instantly. “Oh! It’s you!”

Her smile spread wide and bright, the kind that came from pure relief.

Matt.

But Matt didn’t return it.

He stared at her in silence, confusion etched across his features—alongside something colder. His eyes held a flicker of hurt, hardened into something that looked a lot like resentment.

“What are you doing here?” he asked flatly, his voice void of warmth. His expression was unreadable.

Cider’s smile faltered, but she still managed a quiet reply. “I was looking for you…”

“Crazy,” he said sharply, “because I was looking for you at the coffee shop for five days—and you were nowhere to be found.”

Her fingers gripped the woven handle of the picnic basket tighter. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the guilt pressing heavier on her chest now that she could see the disappointment behind his anger.

“I-I”

Matt cut her off before she could explain. “Look, if you didn’t want to hang out, you shouldn’t have asked me to in the first place.”

“But I did— I do wan—” she stammered, but he shook his head, already brushing past her and heading down the trail, his strides fast and final.

“Just forget it. It’s stupid to even talk about now.”

“Matt, wait—please—just let me explain!”

She followed after him, voice rising with each step, but he didn’t turn around. He didn’t slow down. It was like her words bounced off of him, unheard and unwelcome.

Finally, she stopped, her worn-out Converse digging into the dirt path as frustration and desperation reached a boiling point.

“I was on my period, Matt!”

An awkward silence followed her words, thick and lingering. Cider’s cheeks flushed with heat as Matt came to a stop. He slowly turned around, blinking at her like his brain was struggling to process the sentence.

“Your… period?” he repeated, clearing his throat awkwardly. His eyes darted everywhere—trees, dirt, sky—anywhere but her face.

Cider pressed her lips together and gave a small nod, rocking back and forth on her feet. “Yeah...Cramps, nausea, the whole package.”

Matt stared for a moment longer, processing. Then, hesitantly: “So… you didn’t just ghost me? You’re not making this up?”

She raised an eyebrow, deadpan. “Do you want to see my period app?”

The tips of Matt’s ears turned bright red. He coughed and rubbed the back of his neck, clearly flustered.

“Nah, nah… it’s—it’s good. I believe you.”

She takes a few steps closer to him, her voice softer now. "Good, because I did want to hang out with you..." She lifts the basket next to her head, a playful glint in her eyes.

"...And I plan on doing that today, if you'll let me."

Matt's figure, once tense and distant, begins to soften. His eyes flicker toward the basket, and for a moment, he looks almost relieved.

"Yeah... that sounds good."

And good it was.

They set up the picnic blanket with an easy familiarity, immediately diving into the spread of food and snacks Cider had picked up before her search for him. The impromptu picnic felt effortless, the energy between them light, just like the first time they met last week.

They laughed and talked over glasses of cider, Matt even sharing a few pictures he’d taken that morning.

“These are really good, like actually,” she said, her voice genuine. “I’m not just saying that because you’re here.” She leaned in a little closer, her arm and shoulder brushing against his.

“Thanks... it means a lot,” he says softly.

As the golden hour approaches, a warm glow blankets the park. The air feels calmer, quieter, as if time itself slows for a moment. They decide to pack up, with Matt helping her put everything back into the basket. Together, they head down the main trail, walking side by side toward the parking lot.

“I’m sorry, by the way... I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up,” Matt says quietly, his voice tinged with guilt.

Cider shakes her head, not wanting him to feel bad for emotions she believes are valid.

“No, no, no. Don’t apologize. You had every right to be upset with me.”

Matt shifts uncomfortably, his words coming out almost like a shield. “Yeah, well... it wasn’t like this was a date or anything…”

Even though he’s the one who spoke the words, a dull ache forms in his chest. Cider feels it too, a quiet tug of something unspoken. But neither of them acknowledges it. Instead, they let the moment pass, both brushing it off as they continue walking.

“There was no reason to be mad,” Matt says, his voice quiet as they reach the edge of the parking lot. “Especially knowing it was because of your—” He trails off, gesturing vaguely with his hands, clearly referring to her period.

Cider snorts softly, amused by his awkwardness, and keeps walking toward her Bronco.

“I just feel guilty,” he continues. “This is the second time I’ve been a dick to you... and the second time you’ve gone out of your way to make up for it.”

Seeing the tension still in his shoulders, she does what she does best—defuse it with humor.

“Got cheated out of my payback drink twice. A damn right shame.”

To sell the bit, she stomps her foot and swings her arm dramatically in a cartoonish ‘darn’ motion. Matt can’t help but crack a smile, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. He licks them once, then glances at her.

“Well... the offer still stands. How about I buy you a drink tomorrow?”

She smiles, nodding as she reaches into her back pocket for a lighter and a weathered box of Marlboro Reds.

“That works for me. And I promise I won’t stand you up this time.”

They both burst into laughter, the once awkward memory now something they could actually joke about—a shared inside joke rather than a sore spot.

As the laughter fades, Cider slips a cigarette between her lips, shielding the tip with her hand as she lights it. The golden light catches in her hair, smoke curling upward into the fading sky.

Something about the moment catches Matt’s eye. Without thinking, he reaches into his satchel, pulling out his camera. He steps back slightly and lifts it to his face.

“What are you—?”

“Taking a picture of you,” he says, grinning behind the lens.

Cider usually hated having her picture taken. She was the type to duck out of frame the moment a camera came up, always dodging lenses and flashes like they were spotlights she hadn’t agreed to step into. But with Matt, it felt different.

There was something in the way he looked at her through the viewfinder—like he wasn’t trying to capture a posed version of her, but the real one. The one in motion. The one laughing mid-sentence, lighting a cigarette with the last of the sun behind her, existing without trying to perform.

He didn’t shoot her like everyone else did—for show, for some curated memory that never really happened. Matt just seemed... eager to catch her as she was. And somehow, that made it okay.

He takes a few shots, the shutter clicking softly in the quiet. Then he lowers the camera, eyes scanning the screen. A smile tugs at his lips as he scrolls through the photos.

Cider leans in, trying to peek. “Hey, let me see!”

Matt immediately angles the camera away from her, grinning like a kid guarding a secret.

“No looking just yet!”

“Oh, come on! I want to see how they turned out!”

He shakes his head, smug as ever, and powers the camera off with a dramatic flourish before slipping it back into his satchel.

“Nope. You’ll have to wait until I edit them. Patience is a virtue.”

Cider rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed. She flicks the ash off her cigarette, exhaling smoke through a crooked smirk.

“Well, get to editing tonight. I better see them tomorrow,” she says, giving him a pointed look.

“Yes ma’am…” Matt grins, then hesitates just a beat before adding, “Speaking of tomorrow—just to make sure you don’t flake on me again… can I get your number?”

Cider raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh? You don’t trust me now?”

“Hey, I’ve learned my lesson. Insurance is important.” He teases her, giving a playful, pointed look that earns an eye roll and a smirk in return.

The golden skies that had lit up the park now fade into a dusky blue. A few lampposts near the trail flicker on, casting gentle pools of light across the path.

“Well, I think that’s my cue to head back and get ready for bed,” Cider says as she finishes the last drag of her cigarette, flicking it away and crushing it under her Converse.

Matt nods. “Yeah… I should probably head out too.”

They stand there for a moment, the silence settling in—not heavy, just uncertain. Both of them shift, glancing at each other, then away. A shared awkwardness hovers between them as they try to figure out what to do next—hug? handshake? a wave?

Cider shuffles her feet, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets. “Sooo…”

Matt lets out a quiet breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I’ll, uh… see you tomorrow?”

She nods. “Tomorrow.”

They exchange one last look—something warm and lingering—before finally turning in opposite directions towards their respective cars, the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet filling the space they didn’t quite know how to close.

[anyaboz]

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‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐 food prompts 𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

¹⁾ tart, fresh cherries

²⁾ milky tea

³⁾ a can of redbull

⁴⁾ cold pepperoni pizza

⁵⁾ orange segments

⁶⁾ chamomile tea

⁷⁾ burnt toast

⁸⁾ steaming masala chai

⁹⁾ bitter dark chocolate

¹⁰⁾ water-heavy pears

¹¹⁾ salty cinema popcorn

¹²⁾ smooth whiskey

¹³⁾ fluffy cinnamon rolls

¹⁴⁾ rich cuban coffee

¹⁵⁾ streetside pani puri

¹⁶⁾ fresh-baked cookies

¹⁷⁾ pomegranate seeds

¹⁸⁾ sour jellies

¹⁹⁾ homemade soup dumplings

²⁰⁾ hotel room service french fries

²¹⁾ sugared donuts

²²⁾ mexican coca-cola

²³⁾ strawberry milkshake

²⁴⁾ fudgey brownies

²⁵⁾ spearmint gum

²⁶⁾ happy hour cocktails

²⁷⁾ fairground candyfloss

²⁸⁾ salmon sashimi

²⁹⁾ airplane peanuts

³⁰⁾ takeout fried rice

³¹⁾ pistachio gelato

³²⁾ a packed lunch

³³⁾ bruised bananas

³⁴⁾ cheap instant ramen

³⁶⁾ agua de jamaica

³⁷⁾ petrol station chocolate bars

³⁸⁾ soft mangos

³⁹⁾ chicken noodle soup

⁴⁰⁾ convenience store onigiri

⁴¹⁾ lemonade from a neighbourhood kids’ stand

⁴²⁾ chilaquiles

⁴³⁾ a steaming bowl of breakfast congee

⁴⁴⁾ too-sweet instant coffee

⁴⁵⁾ a sunday roast with all the trimmings

⁴⁶⁾ high-end restaurant steak frites

⁴⁷⁾ mango sticky rice

⁴⁸⁾ salsa verde and tortilla chips

⁴⁹⁾ stale bottled water

⁵⁰⁾ rotten strawberries

⁵¹⁾ old-fashioned caramels

⁵²⁾ honey and lemon lozenges

⁵³⁾ garlic bread

⁵⁴⁾ mango loco monster

⁵⁵⁾ clumsily-made spaghetti

⁵⁶⁾ rotisserie chicken

⁵⁷⁾ madras curry

⁵⁸⁾ abuela’s caldo de res

⁵⁹⁾ dirty martini

⁶⁰⁾ tinned sardines

⁶¹⁾ arayes

⁶²⁾ the last slice of birthday cake

⁶³⁾ ripe nectarines

⁶⁴⁾ caviar bump

⁶⁵⁾ iced latte

⁶⁶⁾ sugar cookies

⁶⁷⁾ mulled wine

⁶⁸⁾ baklava

⁶⁹⁾ chocolate poptarts

⁷⁰⁾ warm champangne

⁷¹⁾ sticky toffee pudding

⁷²⁾ blueberry pancakes

⁷³⁾ birria tacos

⁷⁴⁾ hospital pudding cups

⁷⁵⁾ lobster rolls

⁷⁶⁾ fresh honeycomb

⁷⁷⁾ campfire coffee

⁷⁸⁾ sweet tea

⁷⁹⁾ hot honey

⁸⁰⁾ vanilla protein powder

⁸¹⁾ bulgogi beef

⁸²⁾ warm focaccia

⁸³⁾ chilli con carne

⁸⁴⁾ peach cobbler

⁸⁵⁾ cold watermelon slices

⁸⁶⁾ sweet stewed apple

⁸⁷⁾ coloured marshmallows

⁸⁸⁾ vendor stand hotdogs

⁸⁹⁾ dragonfruit redbull

⁹⁰⁾ blood oranges

⁹¹⁾ vanilla coke

⁹²⁾ blue raspberry slushie

⁹³⁾ nicotine gum

⁹⁴⁾ raspberry jam

⁹⁵⁾ pear cider

⁹⁶⁾ pineapple rings

⁹⁷⁾ chicken wings

⁹⁸⁾ salted butter

⁹⁹⁾ coconut meat

¹⁰⁰⁾ wild blackberries

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as per the poll results, i wrote around 2k of timkon autumnal indulgence today 🌾🍂🥧

The midmorning wind is brisk, and Tim is glad for the scarf he stole from Kon’s wardrobe earlier. It’s cozy and warm, and it smells like him, and every now and then, when Kon’s busy charming a customer,  Tim buries his nose in it just to indulge. Gertrude catches him pressing the end to his cheek once and titters again, and he looks away quickly under the guise of restocking the pickles on the end of the table.

Pretending to be Kon’s boyfriend for the morning shift at a farmer’s market isn’t the worst thing—it’s not like it’s a date, where Kon’s attention would be on him the whole time, and he’d be overthinking every brush of their fingers. It’s easy to fall into step working by Kon’s side, just like on the battlefield; he handles the cash and the logbook, helps Kon keep the tables fully stocked and neatly arranged, and refills the stand of business cards when they run low.

Kon handles most of the talking—he’s the one who can answer questions about the fruits, veggies, eggs, and the farm in general, and the regulars who swing by all already know him. Tim mostly gets to just smile and wave, nibbling on some carrot sticks between refills from the enormous Thermos of apple cider Kon made for them this morning.

It’s surprisingly peaceful, overall. Sure, it’s fast-paced work, especially when bigger groups come through, and it’s not boring, but Tim finds himself taken aback by how serene it is to stand here in the parking lot of the Smallville Community Center, listening to Kon ramble about chickens (“Hennifer and Leon S. Hennedy got into a fight over some squash pieces the other day, and when I went in to break it up, they both unionized to bite me! Can you believe, the audacity of it all!”).

Penny catches his eye from her camp chair, tipping her styrofoam cup of coffee at him with a knowing glint in her eye. “Honeymoon phase, eh?” she chuckles. “When you can’t stop looking at him and swooning. Everything he does makes you melt, am I right?”

“What?!” Tim is not—he’s not swooning. Or melting, or—or anything of that sort! He’s just standing here. Normally. Suavely, even. “That’s not—I’m not doing that!”

Penny laughs at him, actually slapping her knee as if that’s the funniest thing she’s heard all week. “Sure you’re not, sonny. Oh, you have it bad for Conner. I can’t believe he didn’t bring you ‘round sooner!”

Yeah, well, he only asked Tim to be his fake boyfriend last night, so big surprise there. Tim gulps down the last of his cider as the memory replays in his head for the millionth time.

Right before bed, as they were settling down for the night, Kon plopped down next to him, looking oddly uncertain. He was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, Tim remembers; it stood out at the time, too, because that’s something Kon always does when he gets antsy.

“Hey, Rob,” he said, cheeks pink. “So y’know how there’s the farmer’s market tomorrow? Well, the stall next to ours is run by these two ladies—Gertrude and Penny, they’re super nice, but—well, they keep trying to set me up with Penny’s grandson, and I—man, it’s getting awkward! And, I mean… you’re, you know… you’re my—you’re you, like…”

He trailed off, then, ducking his head, and then reached over and grabbed Tim’s hand. Tim blinked at him, scooting closer, and sleepily lay his head on Kon’s shoulder, and Kon relaxed again at his side.

“So, whaddya say we call tomorrow a date?” Kon’s laughter was nervous, but sweet. “I know, a farmer’s market stall isn’t, like, the most exciting date spot, but we’re in Smallville, so I dunno how high you can set your expectations for that kinda thing, anyway, and hey, it’d get Gertrude and Penny off my back by Bingo next Sunday, so…?”

And Tim’s heart did some weird, flip-floppy, delighted-but-dismayed maneuvers in his chest, because Kon was asking him on a date just to get some old ladies to stop pestering him about his love life. If only it was for real, because he wanted to date Tim, but… Tim will take what he can get, he supposes.

So he said yes, because of course he said yes—how can he ever say no to Kon, when Kon looks at him with those big, soft eyes all full of hope and warmth? Ugh. It’s no fair how cute Kon can be without even trying.

And now here Tim is.

Pining. At a farmer’s market.

[sunburstsoldier]

Some modern codywan fics that I just love

I have an EXTREMELY LONG fanfic recs document and I've been meaning to make a bunch of posts for ages so here's the first one!! non-explicit Modern AU Codywans in no particular order:

HOT2GO by Saerus2665 for dontbelasagnax | 32k | Mature |

Nurse Ben & firefighter Cody. Ben is a disaster in this and i love it. also bonus Bant is there!

“Hey,” Ben calls from the back. He holds up the forms, “You missed one.” Cody latches another one of the cabinets closed then turns to him. He doesn’t seem surprised to see him. “My bad,” he says simply. He comes to the back of the wagon and takes a seat, legs hanging over the side. He glances up as Ben hands over the forms and pen. “You’d think running down signatures would be a little below your list of duties” he says, in that annoyingly pointed way of his. That’s fine. Ben’s decided he’s done walking on eggshells around him. “You’d think a Fire Captain would be better at remembering to fill out forms he’s done a hundred times,” he returns, just as pointed. Cody smiles at him, a sharp glint in his eye. Or: Nurse Ben and the bad bitch firefighter he pulls by being a complete disaster

Turn it on to a new kind of bright by rolo_rulu, Saerus2665 |41k |

Cody is a hot surfer & Ben is a biologist and also a banana stand dude. Absolutely hysterically funny.

Someone rolls him over onto his back. “Hnnngh…” Ben blinks his eyes open. There’s a man looking down at him, haloed in the bright light of the sun. He has dark eyes, and handsome features, including an interesting scar on the right side of his face. A stray dark curl hangs down in the middle of his forehead. He’s beautiful, with the sunlight behind him. Ethereal. “Are—are you an angel?” Ben finds himself saying. He doesn't know if it's the heat or his poor instinctive attempt at flirting that makes him say it. The man squints at him, brow furrowing, clearly caught off guard. “Uh—are you a banana?” The mention of it brings him back into the reality of the situation: he’s trapped in a banana suit, 10 feet from the banana stand, with the object of his recent fantasies—because yes, this is indeed Hot-Surfer-Cody— looking down at him.

Charmed On The Wayside by TapeMonkey21 | 39k Teen+ |

Lawyer Cody, farmer Obi-Wan, aka Hallmark AU! So good I read it twice in two days, it is EXACTLY like the hallmark movie I never knew I wanted.

Cody Fett's perfect big-city life falls apart when his boyfriend breaks up with him, leaving him heartbroken. A visit to the small Vermont town where his brother Rex lives has him crossing paths repeatedly with Ben, the strange, charming, handsome, flannel-wearing owner of the local cider mill and orchard. Can Cody find love again amidst the fall leaves? Or, the fall Codywan Hallmark Movie we all deserve. Written for the Codywan Comfort flash event.

*The truth that once was spoken by Jimmytiberius | 40k | Mature  | Les Mis Theater AU.

Now with several sequel mini fics, a gorgeous love letter to theater and to our favorite boys. Really cool then-and-now structure.

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a well-known actor in London's West End who's just signed a contract to make his long-awaited Broadway debut as Jean Valjean in Les Miserables. There's just one small wrinkle. Broadway star Cody Fett will be playing Inspector Javert. Obi-Wan hasn't seen Cody since the summer he was nineteen, when they were in summer stock together... also in a production of Les Miserables. Their relationship ended badly. What will happen when they see each other again for the first time in nineteen years? Will they ever find a way to tell each other the truth about what happened at the end of that summer?

sourdough: flour, water, and starting over by Shortcuts_make_long_delays |19k | Teen+ | BAKERY AU. This one is very sweet!!

Did Cody need to be up at 3:50am? No, not technically. But he had graciously offered to take Fox’s Sunday morning shifts at their Uncle’s bakery. Donning Fox's red apron as part of a decade long joke, he works at the bakery as he attempts to figure out what he wants from life. The first time Obi-wan shows up to dinner at Anakin's after moving back to Coruscant, he arrives twenty minutes late with the bag of rolls in hand, and unable to stop thinking about the baker in the red apron. Fox, he's pretty sure the name tag said.

bury me beneath the tree i climbed when i was a child by stormwarnings | 33k | Teen + |

Cody is an EMT; Obi-Wan's house keeps catching fire. Absolutely hysterical setting, I love the way they raise the twins communally in this fic so much.

Obi-Wan meets Cody for the first time when his niece and nephew almost light his house on fire.  (Obi-Wan Kenobi and Cody Fett find their way into love slowly but steadily. There's broken bones, too much sooty turnout gear, late hours spent at EMT class, three kids, ten brothers and two adopted siblings, two weddings, and all number of laughs and inside jokes along the way. It's worth it, in the end. Family's always worth it.)

It's Raining, Dear by cafffine |10k | Modern AU 

This one feels like you're just catching pieces of their lives together and i love it. Leia loves rocks. Obi-Wan has anxiety. I love it.

Cody and Obi-Wan fall in love. They live together, Rex calls when he can, Anakin is just out of reach until he isn't, Luke and Leia grow up too fast, Ahsoka lives far away, the back deck needs to be fixed, life happens and it happens and it happens.

More to come !! enjoy!!

[lexithwrites]

MORE MOONWATER HC PLEASE

Okie I’ll try and list some for ya:

- Remus is 6’3 and regulus is 5’9/10 so there’s still a decent height difference

- Regulus is quiet and angry looking and Remus is quiet and sad looking

- both autistic in different ways and like rosekiller go non verbal together

- hand squeezes to communicate different things

- neither of them are hyper sexual but they take their time when they do have sex

- both givers

- regulus loves wearing remus’ shirts and Remus tends to wear regulus’ jewellery a lot

- Remus got regulus into dnd and took him to game nights with the others so he could watch

- Remus also bought regulus his first ever dice set

- both obsessed with having their necks kissed

- have a date night once every two weeks (they love pottery painting, playing video games, reading together, and sometimes getting high together if they have weed on them)

- late night bike rides are a must

- Remus often carries regulus to bed because he falls asleep reading or watching a movie

- regulus is a night owl and Remus is an early bird

- Remus brings regulus breakfast in bed every Sunday from their local cafe

- regulus gives Remus massages go help with his joint pain

- both get jealous but regulus is more likely to call it out

- they prefer slow, deep, passionate sex to hard and fast (they like pulling each other apart and unraveling together)

- one of regulus’ biggest kinks is cockwarming and Remus does this whilst he reads so regulus can fall asleep

- remus’ biggest kink is just having regulus sit on his face for as long as he wants

- their pub drink orders are a cider or rum and coke (Remus) and wine or gin and lemonade or a vodka cranberry (regulus)

- they’ll leave parties early because they’re tired and want to nap

- Remus has a habit of rubbing his cheek against regulus’ like a dog and regulus will often hum if you rub his back, a little bit like a cat

[biophonies]

this sunday… if anyone else is staying indoors for ... reasons... and would maybe like to communally channel your US election feelings into easily sharable art that feeds people… let’s cook!! we’ll look at food, history, and the radical power of zines, all while making a zine together. all skill levels, materials, and recipe types are welcome. sign up hereee~

i’ll be making mine on fire cider (strong easy DIY medicine great for fighting colds) and showing bits of my new work w/ Silver Sprocket that’s literally a food zine about resisting fascism through mutual aid, community building, & local plants.

the class is open to ALL, is 2 hours and begins at: 11 AM (pacific) 1 PM (central) 2 PM (eastern) 15:00 (braśilia) 18:00 (UK) & 19:00 (central europe) it’s sliding scale, but there are spots reserved for those who can’t afford it!! see site info for more on that & looking forward to hopefully drawing with y’all 🫶🏽

[ladykailitha]

Icarus Part 25

Damn. I actually hate seeing that number up there. Because that means it's done. Eight months, twenty-five chapters, 52895 words, and one hell of a ride.

I'll start posting the sequel on Tuesday, and will post Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays until it's done. I hope to get it done before October's end. But that's not looking likely at the moment.

But once it's done, I will post the epilogue. This was actually written first and was a way for me to flesh out the band members. Then I just wanted to dive right in to writing the full story. A link to the original idea here.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24

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The rest of the American tour while it had its ups and downs was pretty much was uneventful. When Steve got back to Cali, he got some actual therapy from someone Gareth’s therapist, Dr. Sam Owens recommended to him. To not only deal with the abandonment issues left by his parents and Nancy but to help deal with the sudden onslaught of fame.

It was going well.

It was the therapist that had strongly recommended going on the vacation with his two best friends. That really helped put his life in perspective.

They were out celebrating Gareth’s one year of being sober and everyone had been invited. Jeff, Brian, and Eddie, of course. Even Vickie made it out. Dustin, Will, Mike, Max, Lucas, Ellie, Hopper, Robin, all the members of The Fallen, sans persona. Gareth had really become friends with all of them, yes even Steve. Gareth and Shane became really close. It was nice to see.

“Cheers!” Jeff said holding up their glasses of sparkling apple cider that they had all brought to share.

“Cheers!” the rest of them cried, clinking their glasses together.

They had rented out a nice surf and turf restaurant for the occasion and everyone was catching up. The owner was a friend of Jonathan’s, Argyle Rivera. He had gotten his start with a pizza food truck and it just exploded.

“So what did you and Mike decide to do?” Steve asked when there was a lull in the conversation. “I know you two weren’t sure the last time I was in Hawkins.”

Mike and Will shared a bashful look before Mike said, “I wrote a children’s book and Will illustrated it. We sent it out to a couple of different publishers so we’re just waiting to hear back.”

“That’s amazing!” Dustin cried. “You guys are going to be awesome.”

“Yeah,” Will said brightly. “I finally convinced Jonathan into going in to photography at the local community collage and he’s doing really well.”

“Nancy is going to school, too,” Mike said quietly, knowing how most of the group felt about his sister.

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? What is the once great Nancy Wheeler going to be studying?”

Mike perked up a little that someone had taken a interest in what he said. “She’s actually going into journalism. Especially to be a war corespondent. After everything rightfully fell apart after the incident with The Fallen and Corroded Coffin, she took a hard look at her life and decided she hated the person she had become. So she’s been in therapy and has gotten into her dream school of Emerson.”

“That’s good,” Steve said quietly. Robin gave his a hand gentle squeeze and he returned it with a grateful smile.

“What are doing next, Ellie?” Brian asked. “Designing more epic costumes for the rich and famous? I saw that dress you designed for Lupita Nyong’o for the premier of her new movie. That was a gorgeous shade of purple.”

Ellie’s face dimpled in the force of her wide, happy smile. “Something like that. I’m just glad the dress turned out so well. I’ll be heading back to New York, to stay this time. I got a job at a fashion house that I’m really excited for.”

“What about you and Dusty?” Lucas asked, tilting his head. “I thought things were going great.”

Both Dustin and Ellie share a blushing smile.

“We’re still together,” Dustin replied. “I’ll be in Boston and she’ll be in New York. We’ll going to try and make it work.”

Max nodded. “Long distance can suck, but if the other person is worth it you can make it work.” She nudged Lucas’s shoulder and he grinned back.

“So you didn’t get traded to Lakers like you wanted?” Gareth asked Lucas.

He shook his head. “Maybe next year. But in the mean time, Max has a couple interviews at Tony Hawk’s video game company as a mo-cap performer for the female characters in his games.”

Everyone oohed and ahhed and congratulated her.

“I don’t have the job yet,” she muttered, but happily soaked up the attention anyway.

Dustin turned to Steve and Robin. “When are you two going to do something with your lives?”

Eddie winced and Steve and Robin didn’t even have to glance at each other to be suddenly on the same wavelength of doom.

If this was an anime you would have have seen the dark waves behind their heads.

“We make good money doing what we do,” Robin said darkly. “Yeah, it’s a bit jack of all trades, but it’s fun. We’re never stuck doing the same thing. We get travel all over the world. We get to meet famous people and all the perks of fame with the drawbacks of having our privacy invaded on the regular.”

“Jack of all trades, but master of none,” Dustin said to be pedantic. “Don’t you guys want to do something specific, like a teacher or a doctor?”

Robin snorted. “No.”

Chrissy hand covered hers, and Robin gave her a squeeze back. She was fine, just annoyed.

“Yeah,” Steve said. “And I don’t why being a jack of all trades is bad thing. Focusing on one thing is great for the people who can do it, but I love the different jobs. Roadie one tour, PA another, then EMT the next. It’s great.”

Dustin frowned, stabbing his plate with his fork.

“My therapist says people are like plants,” Gareth said, “some people are trees and they grow up slowly. Some are bamboo and in the right environment shoot up super fast. But some people are like periwinkle and grow out sideways. Robin and Steve are like that. It’s still growth, just not the growth you want them to have.”

“I guess,” he huffed. He looked up at Steve. “Are you happy doing what you do?”

Steve and Eddie shared a glance. “Yes, for all its faults, I am very happy.”

He nodded and they went back to celebrating Gareth’s year of sobriety. But under the cover of the loud celebration and raucous laughter, Vickie and Simon chatted quietly to themselves.

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Steve and Eddie lay on the bed in Eddie’s mansion curled up together after sex.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked Steve when he had curled up under his chin and held on tight.

“We were out celebrating,” he murmured, “and I couldn’t even tell them we were in a relationship.”

“Most of the people there already knew, babe,” Eddie murmured. But when Steve didn’t say anything it clicked. “You wanted to tell the kids. Especially after the bomb Mike dropped about Nancy moving on.”

Steve nodded.

Eddie scooted down the bed to look Steve in the eye. “Whatever you do or don’t tell them is entirely up to you I don’t care either way.”

“You don’t care that we’ll never get to go on dates or be seen holding hands or kissing?” Steve asked seriously.

Eddie shook his head. “Do you want to know why?”

“I guess,” Steve said with a half shrug.

“Because when I first got into the music business,” Eddie murmured, “I slept with anyone who would give a passing fancy.”

Steve looked up at him in confusion. “But I thought you already had a crush on me then?”

“I did,” Eddie confirmed. “But here’s the thing, sweetheart, do you know who’s partners get torn apart the most in celebrity relationships?”

Steve shook his head.

“Those with non-famous partners,” Eddie said. “If your partner is anything other than a C or B list celebrity when you’re an A-list, you get called out for ‘slumming it’ and their partners get called all sorts of nasty names, but especially ‘gold digger’. Which is the last thing I wanted for you.”

“Is that why you were okay with being with after you found out I was secretly famous?”

Eddie rose up and tackled Steve into the pillows. “You listen close, Steve Harrington. That was absolutely not why. I didn’t even show up with the flowers intending on confessing anything other than knowing your secret. It was like I suddenly saw all the facets of the diamond I’d been admiring for years and realizing any reason I had to not put myself forward were stupid.”

Steve blinked up at him in awe. “Oh.”

“Yeah, baby, ‘oh’,” Eddie huffed. “Continuing to protect you from the shame and humiliation of the slings and arrows of the media is my mission in life, okay? And if you ever decide to come out, either as bisexual as Steve or as Steve as Abbadon, I will be there for you. One hundred percent.”

Steve’s eyes welled up and he nodded. “Okay.” His lips quivered. “I love you so much. I just want you to be happy.”

Eddie kissed him fiercely. “I know you do and you make me very happy. The Fallen, Abbadon, being closeted? All that? That’s just a part of you that I love.” He bounced onto the bed. “In fact...”

He grabbed his phone and started going through it. “Eureka!” He turned the phone around to a paint of a night, shielding a maiden from the sun and a large crowd of people. This is us, babe. I am the knight and you are my maiden. I won’t get tired, or upset that you need protecting.”

Steve blushed. He sat up and pulled up his knees to his chest. “When we first started coming up with names for us, we didn’t originally all have the same letter.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “Wait, really?”

Steve shook his head. “Spence was just Death. Shane was always Astraeus. Simon was struggling with finding a name that fit.”

“And did you have your name picked out?” Eddie asked gently, knowing where this was going.

He pursed his lips and nodded. “I didn’t think we’d make it this far. I really thought we would have crashed and burned by now.” He closed his eyes and hung his head. “Part of the myth with Icarus and the wax wings that people forget was that he was flying all over the place. That if he flied straight and true like his father suggested, he would have survived. But he flew too close to the seas as well as the sun.”

Steve sighed and then looked over at Eddie. “And that’s what I thought I was doing with the band. Flying too low with the fact that we were preps wanting to break into the metal scene and then flying too high with the personas and masks. I was going to not only wreck my life but the lives of people I cared about.”

He let out a low shuddering breath. “That maybe I should have listened to my father. To go to college, to get a degree in business, to fly straight.”

“So what changed your mind?” Eddie asked. “Other than Shane wanting everyone to have all the same letter as a middle finger to everyone trying to guess your identities, I guess.”

Steve let out a watery chuckle. “Shane reminded me of the beginning of Icarus’s story. That he had grown up in the labyrinth, never seeing the sky. How could his father had not seen that of course Icarus was going to play the second they were out? That, yes they were fleeing for their lives, but this was the first time his son had seen the sun, felt the breeze on his face and touched the waves on the sea.”

“But if Daedalus had played with Icarus instead of yelling at him, his father would have been able to keep him from getting too close to the things that would have harmed him,” Steve finished. “That he would have been there to catch his son when he began to fall.”

“So what was the lesson?” Eddie prompted.

“I wasn’t Icarus,” Steve said. “I was always free, I might have fallen from grace according to my parents, but that like God in the Christian story, they were cruel and cast me out because what they wanted for me wasn’t what I wanted.”

Eddie smiled. “So you became Abbadon instead. The one that fell but God still relied on to destroy the wicked. The opposite of Steve Harrington. The boy that rose up like a phoenix from the ashes to be better than his parents dreamed.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. Icarus was the first to fall mythos wise, but Abbadon was the one people fear coming back.”

Eddie pulled him close. “Well, you’re my angel, now. Fallen or not, I’m not giving you up for anything.”

Steve kissed him softly. “I’m putting a lot of trust you, Munson. Don’t fuck this up.”

Eddie laughed and kissed him fiercely. Then he proceeded to show Steve all the ways loved him.

Steve knew he might always have doubts and fears, but now he had the support system he always needed.

It was more than past time to fly and in Eddie’s arms there was no limit to how high he could go now.

And he wouldn’t want it any other way.

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[carolmunson]

carol’s at the laundromat.

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You appreciated the quiet, frowning when a few people showed up, interrupting your lonely errand. Perks of laundry on Sunday in your neighborhood is that most people were at church in the morning. You had all the machines at your mercy; but you only used two. Your boyfriend another two.

Another jingle of the door and your head tics up, Eddie’s shaggy hair pulled up in a messy bun at the back of his head; some of it still falling over his face. In his hands two small coffees, a little brown paper bag, sugar and dark oil spots hinting at what’s inside.

“Got a little busy,” he says, sitting beside you on the creaking broken plastic chair next to you. Your knees meet while he passes you your coffee, your leggings running against his jeans. He loves errands you; cozied up in your puffy coat and scrunchy socks.

“Yeah,” you yawn.

“They had the cider donuts today,” he smirks, “Last batch before they switch over to the holiday menu.”

He opens the bag on his lap with one hand, breaking one in half and passing it to you, “Here, baby,”

“Thank you,” you smile, the 9:30 AM cool light gliding over him from the windowed walls.

“Of course,” he says, turning to you while you munch, taking you in, “You look so pretty.”

“Shud-up,” you grumble through a full mouth.

“Nah,” he shakes his head, “You do, you look pretty.”

“I look tired,” you sip your coffee, hoping it’ll change that about you.

“Tired and pretty. You can be both,” he murmurs, leaning forward to press a sugary kiss to your cheek, “How many minutes on the washer?”

“Mmm,” you wonder, leaning forward and squinting ahead of you, “16 minutes?”

He sighs, getting up and checking himself, “Six minutes, sweetheart. You need to stop forgetting your glasses.”

[bluelockhalloweek]

Your Blue Lock Halloweek 2024 prompts are here!

👻 Reblog with your favorites prompts & share with your Blue Lock crew!

👻 Find the event on Twitter @/BllkHalloweek

👻 See below for more info, typed-out prompts, & prompt examples if you need clarification or inspiration

👻 If you would like to volunteer to translate prompts so more people can join the Halloween Party, go here!

👻 Original fanart by Qoffee51 (twt | insta) and graphic design by @suosage (​​twt)!

👻 Feel free to mix and match, and take prompts as literally or as tangentially as you want!

👻 Work doesn’t have to be specifically Fall / Halloween themed as long as it fits a prompt. (If you’re writing a Wild West fic for “Cowboy,” don’t feel like you have to stick a 🎃 in a corner unless you want to.)

👻 Work can be as lighthearted, scary, or spicy as you want as long as you follow the guidelines!

👻 Find the 2024 event Archive of Our Own Collection here!

👻 The event is hosted on Tumblr, Twitter, and AO3, so share your contribution on all three!

👻 Thank you to everyone who submitted prompts! Credit to @/unhingednagi who suggested "Dance with the Devil" (😈) & the several anons who suggested an undead/resurrection 🧟‍♂️ theme. A lot of other suggestions were already on the longer list or were very similar, or might be better saved for another year. If your favorite isn’t on the list, it's perfect for “Free Prompt”!

👻 Did you like last year's prompts? Use as many as you want on Day Five for Free Prompt!

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Blue Lock Halloweek 2024 Prompts (Oct. 28 - Nov. 3, 2024)

Monday Oct. 28: Pumpkin Spice + Dance with the Devil  

Tuesday Oct. 29: Myth + Resurrection  

Wednesday Oct. 30: Whisper + Scream

Thursday Oct. 31: Sugar Rush + Haunted

Friday Oct. Nov. 1: Incantation + Free Prompt!

Saturday Nov. 2: Festival + Instinct

Sunday Nov. 3: Space + Cowboy

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Prompt Examples + Explanations 

I’ve had people ask for prompt examples in past events I’ve hosted and this event is open to any language, so here you go! These are the quick brainstorming notes I took while narrowing down the list, now expanded with links & definitions. These are only some of maaaany interpretations—go wild!

Your host is a fic-writer with ADHD, so…you’ve been warned.

🎃 Day 1: 

Pumpkin Spice: Cozy Autumn vibes. Putting up Halloween decorations, carving Jack-o-lanterns, coffee / tea shop, pumpkin patch, scented candles, baking, fall sangria, sweaters and beanies and flannels, momijigari (Autumn Hanami 🌸, basically) / admiring gorgeous fall foliage, fresh hot apple cider in an orchard. Itoshi Bros and their love of turtle/mock-neck sweaters. Pumpkin Farmer Aiku and Karasu scarecrow!

Dance with the Devil: Defined. To dance with the devil is to engage in risky, reckless, or potentially immoral behavior. Or going out dancing; Demon and priest, hell, listening to the angel or the devil on your shoulder (making a questionable decision because it’s tempting), devilish fun or spells, sin, temptation, a deal with the devil. Ohhh, Sae and Shidou, your night has come! 😈 (Suggested by unhingednagi) 

🎃 Day 2:

Myth: Myths or legends from any culture or time period. Greek, Roman, Japanese, Egyptian, etc.!! Gods and mythical creatures and beasts. Dionysus or Eros or Apollo Shidou; Persephone and Hades, so many! Hercules Kunigami!

Resurrection: reincarnation, zombies (Lorenzo!), waking up a vampire or werewolf after being bitten; …having a little too much fun on Halloween and having to pull oneself together the next day (sugar hangover, ...hangover-hangover). (Suggested by several anons!)

🎃 Day 3:

Whisper: soft voices, trying not to be caught/found/discovered, whispering a secret, whispering something spicy, hearing voices. 

Scream: screaming in fear or excitement or…; calling out for someone. Scary movies, pranks. Awkward meet-cute. Bachira’s monster. 

🎃 Day 4, Halloween: 

Sugar Rush: the “rush”/“high” or energy you get from eating a bunch of sugar! Trick-or-Treating, candy corn, so much candy, caramel corn; being sweet, a different sort of rush; ..."give me some sugar"

Haunted: Ghosts, spirit entities like yokai, strange noises in the night. GhostBusters, Ghost Adventures. Gagamaru as a friendly Yokai! Shaman. Possession, possessed or cursed objects. JJK. Ouija board game! Monk Igaguri. Real or funhouse haunted house, ghost stories; being haunted by the past; being possessed or haunted. The twisty, creepy aura thing Rin gets.

🎃 Day 5: 

Incantation: a set of words that could be a sort of incantation / magic words, any type of magic, witches, wizards, curses, Ness the Magician, Harry Potter, Quiditch, Lord of the Rings, crystal ball, tarot. Wands, spells, magical objects, magical creatures, etc.. Making a wish. Non-literal magic words in relationships (saying / hearing just the right thing). 

Free Prompt: Whatever Halloween stuff you want that doesn’t quite fit a prompt. The day to use any of last year’s prompts! 

Just listing some of the things I would draw (if I could) or write (if I had time): Video game au for Hiori! Little French imp Charles as the Joker or a jester. Pokemon! Barou as the “Cowardly” Lion in the Wizard of Oz. And finally, artists, if you’re reading this, please, please consider Noel Noa (of the 🇫🇷 French National 🥖 Team!!) dressed as Bonjour Man from Life Lessons with Uramichi Onii-san (clip, manga cap). This is my second year making this wish. This image has literally been haunting me since starting this event and the manga/anime (even the dub!) is soooo funny. And technically, Bonjour Man is a cursed spirit sooo 👻

🎃 Day 6: 

Festival: String lights illuminating festival stalls, costumes, traditional attire (Aryu looking stylish!), food and drink, games, Isagi devouring fried fair food. Fall Music festival. Mid-Autumn Festival (with all the pretty lanterns and mooncakes 🥮), Harvest / Fall Fests in general. Bobbing for apples, caramel / candy apples, carnival rides and games, Ferris wheel, corn maze. Oktoberfest; Kaiser and/or any Bastard München player in Lederhosen—please, I’m begging!! Fun house / haunted house. Day of the Dead festivities. 

Instinct: fight or flight, fear, instinct to hunt like vampires, instinct to save someone, instinctively drawn to someone, instinct to grab someone’s hand or hide behind them; that gut feeling that it’s time to leave a place. Hairs on arms raising, chills going down one's spine, one's whole body trying to tell one something.

🎃 Day 7: 

Space: All things celestial. Nightfall. Stars and moon, werewolves, moonlight, Tsukimi / moon viewing + Tsukimi dango 🎑, celestial myths and gods. Stars, moon, aliens, Star Wars, astronauts, and planetary hotline Isagi and Kurona! Kurona and Isagi planetary hotline. Astrology. Wishing on a star. Fun fact: The Orionid Meteor Shower peaks just before this event starts, the night of Oct. 21-22, and continues until Nov. 7th! Cowboy Bebop.

Cowboy: Not much is wilder than Blue Lock—except maybe The Wild, Wild West. Outlaws, Gunslinger Isagi (see recent manga chapters), sheriffs Aikuuu and Nio, horses, rodeos, Ego and his little football bolo tie in cowboy getup pleaseee, the works, Nagi and his lil Choki cactus. Ego as a gangly cowboy, ⚽️ bolo tie and all.

Okay, that’s it. Hope y'all have fun. Please reblog and spread the word 🧡🖤

PS: ...If y'all want ✨spicy 🔞 prompt inspiration, I could always make a separate post (that would be tagged #spicy; please remember to block that if you're a minor or uninterested in mature themes). Let me know!