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[lovebugism]

hello sweetheart, i read your prompt list and saw this one "hug?” “clingy, much?……” but hugs them anyway and my heart melted, i don't know if you already did this, but can we have something like that with our sweet but grumpy eddie? 🤍

ty for requesting! — eddie doesn't know why you're avoiding him (fluff, ditzy!reader, 0.9k)

Eddie lost sight of you ten minutes ago. 

You were squished between Robin and Steve on the loveseat last he saw you, giggling into your solo cup while they belted Total Eclipse of the Heart to you — at you — over the music and in their best Muppet impressions. 

He only remembers it so vividly ‘cause he was jealous. Not jealous because you were subjected to Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum’s drunken antics, of course, but jealous because you were with them. And so, so far away. 

Now you’re gone, and he misses you like a stray dog — aggressive and hungry and hurt. He walks up to Steve in the kitchen just the same. Hair wild. Button eyes glittering. Slightly reluctant. 

“Where’d she go?!” he shouts over the music, half-muffled into his drink. He uses the plastic cup like a shield ‘cause he doesn’t want people to know he’s missing you. The metalhead freak from the wrong side of town isn’t supposed to need the ball of sunshine from the suburbs. 

But alas.

“Uh, I don’t know,” Steve slurs, half-distracted as he pours himself a drink. He doesn’t need Eddie to tell him who she is. There’s only one person in the whole world he’d go looking for. “She went outside with Robin, I think—”

Eddie spins on the worn heel of his sneaker before the words can properly leave his mouth. He ducks through the bustling, drunken crowd and finds you sitting lonesome on the porch outside. Prettier than the full moon and all the stars in the velvet black sky combined. 

He walks to stand beside you, shoes thunking heavy on the wooden deck. You tilt your chin to smile brightly up at him while he slips a cig into his mouth. He cups the stick as he lights it. Pretends that’s what he came out here for. Not to see you, of course. 

Definitely not.

“What are you doing out here by yourself?” he mumbles beneath the cigarette in his mouth.

“Robin just left,” you answer plainly, half-shy.

“Why didn’t you come find me?” he asks with an air of nonchalance, still trying to play it cool. ‘Cause there’s nothing less metal than yearning.

You shrug. “‘Cause you were busy?”

It’s easier than telling him that you thought he wanted the space. Or that you actually spent the whole night aching to hang on his side — too scared of embarrassing him in front of all his friends to act on it. 

You know who you are just like you know who he is. Bubblegum pink doesn’t always go well with black. It gets in your hair. Makes everything go all sticky. It’s an acquired taste you know Eddie’s still getting used to — too much of it, and his stomach will start to hurt. So you figure it’s best to keep your distance.

You just didn’t think he was as grieved by it all as you were.

Eddie scoffs. I’m never too busy for you, he wants to say. He might’ve if he wasn’t such a coward. Instead, he blows smoke from his lungs and jokes, “I wouldn’t call keeping Argyle from crowd-surfing in the living room busy, sweetheart.”

A laugh tumbles from his plush lips. The golden sound falls over your skin like stars. You smile absentmindedly back at him as you rise from the creaking rocking chair. You plant your feet ahead of his and smooth your palms beneath his leather jacket, over his warm sides.

Eddie meets your twinkling eyes with narrowed chocolate ones. “What?”

“Hug?” you ask in a mousy voice.

The boy laughs like he’s too cool for affection, though he’d be lying if he said your offer doesn’t have his chest sparkling something fierce. He flicks the cig to the ground — sheepish gaze going with it — before snuffing it out beneath his sneaker.

“Clingy much?” he scoffs.

You nod with a proud smile. 

Eddie’s chest swirls with an unfamiliar feeling. You’re strangely brave about all this — affection and love and all things sweet enough to make him gag. 

It makes him feel like he can feel brave, too.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and holds you with all the intensity of someone wanting to swallow you whole. You hug him back just the same. “I missed you,” you murmur with your cheek squished against his chest.

“Then what’re you avoidin’ me for, huh?” he teases, chin bobbing against your head.

You pull slightly back to squint at him. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“You’ve been hangin’ out with Steve and Robin the whole night,” he grieves, hiding his sincerity behind boyish theatrics. With a feigned pout that feels totally real, he says, “And you didn’t even sit next to me when we played Never Have I Ever.”

“I thought you wanted the space,” you confess in a hushed voice.

His face screws up like he’s tasted something sour. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know…” you shrug. “You always talk about how much you like being alone and stuff, so—”

“Well, yeah! I like my space— just not from you!”

It’s likely the least metal thing he’s ever said.

“Oh,” you hum, mouth contorting into a sheepish beam. “Well… Sorry.”

“Yeah. You should be,” he scoffs, mostly joking. He pouts softly and pulls you back into him again, nosing at your hair until his chapped lips brush your temple. “Just don’t let it happen again, alright?”

[kiryoutann]

disclaimer and cw: fem! reader. one-nightstand, unplanned pregnancy, vomitting.

CALL OF DUTY MASTERLIST.

journalist! reader, abandoning her draft of an article about SpecGru's (your favorite hockey team) recent win, is forced by her coworkers to "have some fun" AND got dragged to a party. seated around a table full of alcohol that your friends have ordered, loud music blares around you almost to the point of damaging your eardrums.

they say you deserve it - something about how they know you're burying yourself in work not only because you're a workaholic and a huge fan of SpecGru, but also to distract yourself from your recent breakup with your cheating ex.

"honey, you need to forget him, at least just for tonight! look around you, that guy over there has been eyeing you for a while. why don't i hold your drink so you can say hi to him?" one exclaimed, and the others cheered in agreement.

at first, you were reluctant, continuing to plant your back against the back of the couch as if glued to it. but, glass by glass, the alcohol lowers your inhibitions and ability to think rationally. you then slam the glass on the table and approach the brunette with confidence, your friends' cheers ringing out behind you.

so why is it that when you wake up in a strange room - with strange walls and an even stranger bed - the man next to you is a blonde?

you would've just shrug this off and slip out of the bed like any other woman after a one-night stand if he was someone else. but, you recognize that face everywhere - that stubbled jaw and inked left arm peeking out from under the covers. simon riley, SpecGru's top defender.

this must be a dream, you think. this must be some weird, absurd dream you harvested after spending too much time in front of your laptop browsing about him outside of his athletic abilities (whether he's actually single, dating rumors, or some secret Instagram account he has). cause, honestly? out of all the pretty guys in SpecGru, simon is the one who catches your eye.

you slap yourself lightly, intending to wake yourself up from this too-good-to-be-true dream. one slap. two slaps. and the third one is so hard that the said man shifts and grumbles in his sleep. before you can get out of bed, he opens his eyes and looks at you confused.

"uh.. hi," you try, wincing at your own nervousness. "i'm.. well, i'll be going now."

you don't give simon time to respond because the next thing you know, you're already gathering your clothes and heading out of the five-star hotel room.

and of course. of course simon has to give you a "souvenir". cause two months after, you're sitting on the toilet with a positive pregnancy test. you've had your suspicions, but now that you have proof to hold, the fear creeps into your spine.

the cost of living alone is enough to put a dent in your bank account, let alone having a baby? with the father somewhere far and you can only see him on television every time he plays at the hockey rink.

yet, turns out, SOMEHOW, simon isn't as far away as you thought.

two weeks in limbo considering what to do, your boss assigns you to cover this sport lunch event at a hotel. his briefing is short, but you don't think anything of it. probably because you already have a lot on your plate. besides, going means more bonuses for you to receive.

but boy, it's a disaster at first sight.

simon fucking riley is there, with a few of his teammates. his presence is hard to avoid as he stands like a fucking mammoth in the room. you're smaller than him, so you hope, pray to god and the gods in the sky that your size makes it hard for him to spot you (if he even remembers you).

misplaced optimism, apparently. because firstly, simon has the eyes of an eagle. and secondly, for some reason, he remembers you (or even remembers everyone he's ever slept with? you wonder what he's got stacked up in his hippocampus.)

fucking eggs. the second you smell it, you feel your breakfast kicking, wanting to breach your throat. you excuse yourself, walking briskly towards where the toilets are probably located. out of the corner of your eye, you see simon get up from his chair, but you couldn't care less when you're at risk of staining the expensive marble.

"ma'am?" a deep voice called out to you. simon. you felt the stomach acid reaching the tip of your throat now.

to make the day better, this stupid hallway is too long, and simon turns out to be quite determined in his pursuit. when he grabs your hand, you turn to him and-

you stained his armani suit with your vomit. his face was twisted in disgust mixed with shock, but his grip on you didn't loosen. drawing a conclusion, simon knew what this was all about.

well, at least you don't have to worry about the marble now.

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[paradiseprincesss]

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Sin City | Jackson Rippner

before you ask, YES this is totally based off of passenger princess by nessa barrett. also how do we like the new layout?!

summary — you're jackson's passenger princess.

warnings — smut, p in v, riding, car sex, exhibitionism sort of, public sex but mild, mentions of drugs and alcohol, sex under the influence

word count — 1.3k

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY.

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You let out a blissful sigh as the Vegas wind blew through your hair, the speedometer of Jackson’s convertible reading 157 mph. 

Looking into the backseat, you momentarily space out as you stare at the bags of cold, hard cash and the shotgun resting on his famous leather seats. The feeling of Jackson’s hand on your thigh brought you back into reality, and you look over at him with a loving smile.

You were his favourite fantasy.

“Baby,” he called out to you over the music playing on the stereo, trying to focus on both you and the road simultaneously. “You’re so pretty.” 

You giggled, going in to kiss him on the cheek before sitting comfortably against the passenger seat, throwing your head back as the warm, midnight breeze hit you once more. The blaring music was drowned out as your mind went blurry, the euphoria and adrenaline of tonight consuming you whole.

Just hours prior, Jackson had killed a target successfully, as well as stealing millions of dollars in cash from the now dead man. Of course, you waited patiently outside in his car — his little passenger princess, as he liked to call you. 

Since the job required Jackson to travel to Vegas, he decided he wanted you to come with him so that he could spoil you (he always did). Shopping sprees to powder stashes — sex, money, and drugs — it was only fitting since you were in sin city after all. 

Anything you wanted, you could have.

Designer bags, designer shoes, and designer drugs. The world was his and he chose to share it all with you — his babygirl on board. 

The cocktail of whatever pills were in your system, mixed with the liquor you’d been drinking earlier, and the way your beloved boyfriend was driving his car made you more and more desperate for his touch by the minute. 

Your skin was burning as he was hitting full speed, your mind collectively creating images of all the things you could do in this car together, all alone on the side of the desert interstate…

“Jackson,” you said softly, reaching over to turn down the music, “pull over. I need you, like, right now.” 

He let out a low chuckle before skidding off onto the side of the road, pulling over just like you asked him to. The night sky was dark, stars littering the abyss that stood above you as the warm, summer night enclosed you both within it. 

“Right here? Now?” he chuckled, reaching over to cup your face gently. “Anyone could drive by and see us.” 

The thought of being caught only increased the thrill tenfold, especially since the car was a convertible — there were literally no walls to cover you at all if someone was to drive by or worse, if the police came chasing after you two.

“Right here, right now,” you decided, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

You felt one of his hands reach up behind your head, softly tugging on your hair as the other one reached down, gently squeezing your tits as you moaned into his mouth. The kiss was rough and dirty, there was nothing gentle about the way you two loved each other.

You could feel the arousal pooling in your stomach. Your slightly inebriated state caused you to get irrevocably turned on, getting wetter and wetter as you started to soak through your panties. “Take your dress off, babygirl,” he growled, roughly tugging your hair. He cranked your neck back, giving him access to bite down and mark it.

You did as told, taking your skimpy little dress off — if it was even considered a dress. You tossed the slip (told you it wasn’t really a dress) into the backseat, watching as it landed over the bags of cash. 

He let go of your hair after he decided he’d marked you up enough, and once he was satisfied, he sat back in the driver's seat. His bright blue eyes still shone in the darkness of the night, dialled in on you as he waited for you to come straddle his lap the way you always did when you’d fuck in the car. 

He admired your body and that pretty face of yours for a moment longer before sighing. “You’re fucking perfect, aren’t you? Say you’re all mine.”

“I’m all yours,” you whispered softly, coming to straddle his lap with nothing but black, lace panties on — his favourite. 

You reached down, freeing his cock which was straining against his pants. Pulling it out, you gave him a few strokes before pulling your own panties to the side and lining his fat tip up with your leaking hole. You and Jackson let out filthy moans as you sunk down on him, his cock stretching you open and filling you whole. 

“Fuck,” you whined as you started to bounce up and down effortlessly on his length.

“That’s it,” he praised lowly, “fuckin’ ride me, just like that. Shit, you’re so good at this, honey.”

You moaned in response, continuing to focus on bouncing up and down on his thick cock, feeling your tight, soaking hole get stretched open with every movement you made. Your dripping cunt was soaking him, the sticky liquid running down his cock and down his balls. “You’re fucking soaking me, honey. Jesus,” Jackson purred, hands resting on your waist as he helped you ride him.

“Mmph!” you whined, feeling the coil in your lower stomach tighten by the second. The tip of his cock brushed up against that sweet spot inside of you, causing you to whine out over and over as he sat back and watched you lose yourself. 

 “Are you gonna come?” he cooed softly, running his hands on your waist, then moving down to your hips and your ass. “Yeah, you wanna come?”

“F–uck! Yes, Jackson! I wanna come, let me come—” you wailed out into the night, bouncing up and down on his fat cock, chasing your release as you spasmed around him. Jackson let out a choked groan as he felt your velvety walls tighten around his cock — it was like you were begging to be filled by him.

“Come for me, babygirl. Fuck, i’m gonna fill this perfect little pussy.” 

As stars danced in your vision, you creamed his cock, screaming his name. You felt Jackson shooting his load into your needy cunt, painting your walls white as he whispered your name under his breath. After a few moments of just heavy breathing, you opened your eyes to see his icy ones already staring right at you. Offering him a small smile, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

He was at your mercy, even if he rarely said it aloud.

“Gorgeous,” he commented softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as he stayed buried in your cum filled cunt. “I love—”

But before Jackson could finish his sentence, sirens sounded off in the distance. He whipped his head around in an instant, seeing those familiar red and blue lights flashing behind him. You hopped off of him in record timing, quickly reaching over to grab your black slip from the backseat, just in your matching panties as of now. 

Jackson wasted no time putting the car into drive, speeding off so fast you swore you’d gotten whiplash again. “Sit pretty for me, honey,” he said with a small smile, looking over at you as he drove at a fatal speed, “I love you.”

The sound of the sirens were getting closer, but you knew they’d never catch you. They never did. 

“I love you too,” you said, still clutching your slip as you stayed topless in the car with your boyfriend who was evading the police once more. One of his many admirable talents you loved.

Topless or not, you knew you’d only ever be this young and this free for so much longer — and you figured you might as well spend it living on the edge with him, running until you couldn’t run anymore. 

But that’s a story for another day. 

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[cloudcountry]

Thank you for the 5 stages of grief response! I recently found this and thanks to your writing I have now passed away from joy.

Anyways, you know how each of the dorm leaders like to use their power to spoil their own s/o's? I need that for Jamil. Let's say 3rd year rolls around, character development happens (particularly on Kalim's part), and Jamil is the housewarden just the way God intended. He's great at it, puts Scarabia back in the running with the other dorms, and now has more free time cause Kalim is actually being a helpful vice (ah character development) and he's learned to delegate (sweet sweet character development).

Point is, how does Housewarden Jamil use his newfound privileges to spoil his s/o?

SUMMARY: you're dating housewarden jamil!!

COMMENTS: IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!!! i had lots of fun writing it ehehe <33

anyways, you know how each of the dorm leaders like to use their power to spoil their own s/o's? my first thought was getting more of tart because you're dating riddle JSDJSDJD

Jamil looks back on everything that has happened to him over the past year with a lens of scrutiny. He still isn’t sure if he’s dreaming or not, just like the day you confessed, just like the day he was announced as Housewarden, just like the day when he received a position over Kalim because of his own talents, not pity or underhanded tactics.

He still cooks meals for the whole dorm, but he swears it feels different. Maybe it’s because you’re there, staying out of his way as he works and handing him utensils and spices he asks for. Maybe it’s because it’s a choice he makes now, a way to keep some semblance of routine, and not an obligation he has to shoulder.

He gives you the first taste every time. He hand feeds it to you, watching with lovestruck eyes as you smile and hum, cheeks stuffed full and the corners of your eyes crinkling in bliss. It’s domestic and it’s so him, the love in each dish pouring into your mouth and warming your very soul.

When Kalim insists on holding a parade, you’re front and center along with Jamil. He insists on having you by his side, wearing your dorm uniforms as you cheer and clap to the music. Rest assured, if you’re not in Scarabia, he’ll have a uniform fitted for you just so you can participate and not overheat.

Kalim insists on using his own power for you too, much to Jamil’s chagrin. It doesn’t matter if you tell Kalim it’s fine, you don’t need what he’s offering—he’ll still find a way to give it to you. Some things may change but others stay the same, and you’ll know that all too well when you see another gift from Kalim on your bed.

Speaking of the people who surround Jamil, it’s kinda funny how Azul hasn’t eased off his flattery even though Jamil is Housewarden now. It’s nice that Jamil can shut him down with the “I’m literally Housewarden.” line, but that doesn’t stop Azul. His persistence makes you giggle whenever Jamil brings it up with exasperation.

Now that Jamil is older, he feels more confident with you. He still has a lot to learn and a lot to get used to, he knows, but he doesn’t feel like a blushing schoolboy anymore when he holds your hand. Right now, he’s just a man who loves you.

He certainly thinks he’s lucky to have you, someone who stuck by him after seeing the ugliest parts of him, the parts he tried to keep under wraps and hidden away in favor of his persona. Originally, he doubted whether you really loved him or Kalim’s servant, but with time you pried him open and slid into his heart.

It leaves him in a daze, to be honest. He isn’t sure how he let this happen—how he let you in, far more than he was planning to. He watches you as you brush your teeth, as you eat, as you stare up at the night sky and point to two stars and say “look Jamil, it’s us,” and thanks those two stars that you’re with him right now.

He knows when he has a good thing in his life. He knows when his life is better because of that thing. He knows it’s you and everything you embody, from patience to resilience to love. And he’ll love you in its purest form, giving with expecting anything back, because it's you and he knows you’ll never leave him hanging.

-> jamil's jewels . . . @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb

[casuallyanidiot]

yandere vampire whos a total sweetie most of the time, but loses his mind whenever youre bleeding?

This is so interesting and fun! Make it Victorian and it's extra yummy.

Vampire in the Garden

[Yandere M. x Gn reader] tw. noncon, blood, MDNI Nfsw under the cut 1.6k words

You're annoyed and yet flattered to have such a suitor. He's the mysterious marquis who hardly attends social gatherings, and yet he appeared in your garden near nightly. How scandalous!

But he managed to endear himself to you despite the odd visiting hours, and you found yourself waiting up later and later into the evening to greet him. His ashen skin shone even when the moon was new, and he had such a charming smile upon his visage that you found it hard to refuse him.

The marquis sent you gifts often. Flowers from his personal greenhouse, suits and gowns tailored to your form, books that you expressed interest in reading in passing from your nightly chats, and small trinkets and gems would arrive the morning after you awoke. It was truly flattering, and you felt your heart flutter softly each time you graze fingertips now.

You asked him to attend a ball with you, and he did. It caused quite the stir when the wealthy, reclusive man steps into the grand hall only moments after the sun set. He smiled, and you returned the gesture. You could hardly pay attention to the murmurs of the crowd when he had so quickly whisked you away onto the dance floor. He was so beautiful under candlelight that you were left breathless. It was almost unfair how his dark eyes could sparkle with such golden intensity when they looked at you.

He pulled you aside to a moonlit balcony after the music died down, and he slipped a ring on your finger.

"I would be delighted if you would so deign to have me as your husband, my dear," He murmured as if he was a man begging for food, for the right to have something needed to live. He clutched you to his chest in a manner so intimate that you wondered how either of you had ever managed to stay so far apart before. It was quite improper of you at the time, yet you answered not with words to his query but instead a passionate meeting of the lips.

You were married shortly after.

It had been a grand yet private affair, and your things were boxed and packaged, loaded into a carriage, and you were taken deep into the countryside where your new spouse's estate resided. You weren't used to being so isolated from people, and it was odd getting used to living outside of city life, but you weren't one to complain.

Living with Victor, your husband, was smooth and sweet. You found that he tended to sleep during the day and dine, work, and pamper you with affection once the sky streaked orange and dark navy blues. He was truly ecstatic to have you, and you found that you were settling nicely into this odd, nocturnal routine.

You tried not to think about the small, odd things that you found cropping up, though. Servants whispered in the halls about shadows that seemed to linger longer than they should. Gossip surely. Victor also sipped from crystalline wine glasses at almost every supper, and you got the faintest whiff of iron from them.

"Darling, I'm curious. You seem to enjoy your drink quite much," You mentioned one evening, and he seemed to freeze and then bashfully hang his head.

"My dear, I am afraid to say that this is far too harsh and offending for your delicate lips," He teased, and you dropped your curious queries in favor of giggling like a young maiden.

Nothing was out of place until one night, when the stars shone brightly upon your rather scantily clad self. You relaxed within the gardens, enjoying the crisp night air. The roses were in full bloom, a brilliant white shade covered the flower beds. It resembled a snowy field, peaceful and fragrant. You hummed a soft tune as you reached down to pick one of the full, unfurled blooms.

"Ow!" You cried out and hissed softly. "Oh... you fiendish little thing," You sighed and glared at the rose which had been painted with a flash of vibrant scarlet from your blood. How foolish you had been. Of course they would have thorns. Now your poor little finger was bleeding freely and staining your formerly pristine nightgown. You clutched your injured hand to your chest and turned to walk back into the manor to tend to the wound when you spotted him.

His face was downcast, shadowed and hidden from you. His shoulders were hunched, and you blinked in confusion.

"Love? Victor?" You called out to him, your pain forgotten momentarily. He was trembling, and you furrowed your brows. Whatever had possessed him to see him so... eerie? You approached him quickly, your hand cradling his face to bring it into the light.

It was then you saw his expression in all his glory.

Victor's fangs were on full display, drooling and snarling your name against the empty night. His golden eyes seemed to glow unnaturally, and you stepped back in shock.

"V-victor?" You squeaked out, unsure of whether or not you should me scared when his full blown pupils dilated and focused on you.

"Oh darling..." he half moaned as he shuddered in your arms. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest when you felt the razor sharp pinpricks of what you could only assume were claws poking into your shoulders when he gripped you far too tightly. Your lips parted in quivering terror, and all of a sudden, he was sinking his teeth into your exposed neck.

You screamed, but no one was there to help you from the man you wed.

Victor, sweet and gentile, was a beast. He shoved you into a nearby rosebush, and you sobbed as he tore your nightclothes from your trembling body. Never in the months you had been courting would you have ever imagined that he could be so brutish. Tears welled in your eyes, and the blood from your finger was smeared across his face from where you had tried to push him off of you.

Scratches littered your body, and you clutched the crook of your neck from where he had bitten into your supple skin. You whimpered as you felt the flat of his tongue lapping over the weeping cuts on your thighs. His hands gripped the plush flesh in a vice, and he spread them with a gratuitous groan.

"Oh darling, oh [name]," he murmured over and over again as he pressed hot, sloppy, open mouthed kisses to the available surface. In your chest, you could feel your heart break at the sight of how utterly depraved your lover was through the thin slivers of lights that showed off his feral expression. Through the darkness, you could still make out his flashing, toothy grin. His lips were caked with your blood, dripping like poisoned honey and planted across your legs and chest in kiss marks like it was some crude imitation of rouge.

The sound of clothing shuffling around reached your ears through the haze of burning pain and cold realization. What had you done? Who had you married? It was as if you were on some twisted mockery of a wedding night. The Victor you had pledged your vows to was not the one latching onto your neck once again. The bed of roses was that of your new consummation, and you wept as your husband stole the innocence of your soul.

He whispered sweet nothings with the grace of a snarling thing, and lined himself up with your entrance. You cried out in anguish as he took you swiftly. It was a violent affair. His slow, languishing style of making love to you was replaced by a feral, primal fucking. He clutched you tightly to him to save you for shredding your back as he thrust in you. He whispered your name reverently, and you begged him for mercy.

By the time he had gotten his fill of both your body and blood, you were on the verge of fainting and limp in his arms. Your vision was hazy and distorted, and your body bloomed with searing pain. You couldn't handle it for much longer, you hole sore and filled with his his essence, and you passed out with the white roses around you dyed with speckles of your lifeline.

When you awoke in the morning, the curtains were drawn tightly as they usually were during the day. Victor was kneeling over your bedside, his face twisted in worry.

"Darling!" He cried out and cupped your face the second he realized you were moving. You flinched from his now delicate touch, no sign of his claws, and he frowned.

"[Name]... oh my love, you must forgive me!" He said with adoring eyes and a saccharine smile. He grabbed your jaw more tightly than he ever would have before. Your entire body was covered in bandages, and you whimpered as he looked at you almost desperately. It was like he was forcing himself into the version of himself that you had become so comfortable around.

"It was a momentary lapse in judgement, though I must admit that I cannot promise it won't happen again," Victor sighed almost wistfully as he draped over your form in a mockery of an affectionate embrace. Instead it felt far too possessive and constrictive than anything he had subjected you to before. He inhaled your scent and buried his face against your hair. "You're far too sweet for me to show such restraint, my love," He laughed. He laughed like the previous night wasn't one of the most horrifying things you had ever encountered.

Maybe when you thought of him yearning for you like you were something he needed to live, perhaps you should've considered it much more harshly.

[visualtaehyun]

Today on- Random new Thai expressions I stumble upon:

ผักบุ้งลอยฟ้า Flying Morning Glory

/phak boong laawy faa/ = lit. water spinach/morning glory floating in the sky

So today I sat down to catch up on We Are and only got about 10 minutes into ep. 2. This entire scene and the lead-up to it already cracked me up with how Tan talks ("คุณมึงครับ" 555) and acts but then I looked up this dish and the way some restaurants make a whole show out of cooking it! Which is to say- this?

Accurate! It's also called ผัดผักบุ้งไฟแดง /phat phak boong fai daaeng/ = Morning Glory stir-fried over high-heat -> ผัดไฟแดง /phat fai daaeng/ = lit. red-fire stir-fry

They're missing the most ridiculous part though which is the toss at the end. The subs say flip but the word used is โยน /yohn/ and knowing what I know now, 'throw' or 'toss' is more fitting lol

Here's a clip of a restaurant in Pattaya preparing the dish:

...and a longer one from 1984 of a restaurant in Phitsanulok that shows the entire process and several throws (they also throw some ไข่เจียว /khai jiaao/ = Thai-style omelette):

Another tangent cause I can't not bring up Thai music- There's a song by Bodyslam of the same name, ผักบุ้งลอยฟ้า feat. F.HERO, that references this peculiar way of preparing the dish but goes a lot deeper. Water spinach is a really common vegetable and the stir-fry is easy and cheap to prepare so they juxtapose this modest dish with being a star and the temporary nature of that success while also expressing gratitude for their fans:

เพียงผักบุ้งลอยฟ้าหาใช่ดวงดารา /phiang phak boong laawy faa haa chai duaang daa raa/ = Just morning glory floating in the sky, not a star. ในวันที่ลอยฟ้าได้โปรดรับฉันลงจาน /nai wan thee laawy faa, dai bproht rap chan lohng jaan/ = On the day that I'm floating in the sky, please catch/accept me on [your] plate.

If you're interested in the full lyrics, you can read a translation here!

Anyway, that's how I lost about two hours to flying veggies! ...also, the reason why I'm never sure how to explain how I'm learning Thai, these odd deep-dives just kinda keep happening 🥴

---previously: ฟ้ารักพ่อ (Sugar daddy meme and song) | A pun on มุก /mook/

[daydreamingyuta]

Summer nights with 127

Taeil, Johnny & Jungwoo:

He would take you out to get an ice cream to cool you both off from the summer heat. He would hold up the line slightly, trying to decide what flavor to get because everything looks so good. Once he finally settles on a flavor, you two would watch the sunset together as you eat. Of course, you both would trade off eating each others ice cream. "Your ice cream is definitely better, can we trade again?" He asks. "You literally already ate all of yours." You say, but he gives you his best puppy dog eyes so of course, you oblige.

Yuta & Mark:

He would take you to a spot he knows so that you can stargaze together. He would bring a big blanket for you both to lay on while you look at all the night sky has to offer. He is, unexpectedly, very knowledgeable about all the stars and planets so he teaches you all about them. While you take pictures of the sky, he would sneakily take pictures of you. "You're supposed to be taking pictures of all the stars." "But you're prettier." You expected him to say that, but it makes you blush all the same.

Haechan & Jaehyun:

He would take you on an impromptu late night drive. You would be in charge of the music, playing both of your favorite songs on full blast. All the windows would be open causing the cool AC and the hot summer air to mix. His hand absentmindedly finds it’s way over to you, thrumming his fingers to the beat of the song.

“The moon looks so pretty tonight!” You say, looking up during a red light.

He doesn’t look at the moon, instead he looks at you. He leans over to you, kissing you on the cheek, catching you by surprise. As you turn to him, you kiss him back, both of you aware of the light turning green but neither of you care. With no one else around, you find yourself getting lost in his lips. The light switches from green to red a couple more times until he breaks away from the kiss and starts driving again.

Taeyong & Doyoung:

He would take you on a boba date! Getting a cold drink on a hot night was the perfect way to cool off. Your heart melts at the sight of him, sitting in front of you, drinking his boba. You find everything he does to be cute, so the way you look at him doesn’t surprise him. There’s a claw machine at the boba place, and he sees you eyeing a particular plushie.

“This one?” He says, pointing to the plushie that you think is adorable.

You nod your head at him and he hands you his boba so that he can play the claw machine. It takes him a couple of tries to finally get it but you couldn’t be happier when he does.

“Thank you!” You say as you give him a kiss. As you two walk back to his car, he puts his arm around you, clearly very proud of himself for actually being able to get you the one you wanted.

[fruitsofhell]

Yall, its time to ramble about visual/environmental storytelling cause this is silly article is driving me insane.

I won't argue for if the game should have had more constant and involved cutscenes like Robobot or Star Allies, but what I will say is that this game is VERY rich in story through the world design. The Forgotten Land as opposed to say the Land of the Sky in TD or the entire galaxy of Star Allies is like, DROWNING in writing and narrative. It builds so much mystery and intrigue through the theming of every world and even individual levels, with exploring both how the people of the land originally lived and how it's being reclaimed by nature and the animals.

I think the closest things maybe is Robobot and Halcandra in RTDL, the former having great little designs that key you into WHAT Haltmann is doing and what makes it so toxic. Halcandra though is the ultimate grand-daddy, the contrast between it and the Lor, and Egg Engines and Dangerous Dinner is full of theming and clues about the nature and history of the planet. AND THAT IS STORY, THAT IS WRITING! Especially when compared to say Star Allies, where most of the levels of the levels are just ye average Kirby themed fluff with little to say about the Jamba or the state they've left the galaxy in. But when you play through the casino levels of Robobot, as well as delightful theming and level design, you see that Haltmann is erecting literally the most predatory entertainment centers imaginable. When you step off the sleek futuristic Lor into the scrapyards and wastes of Halcandra, you get fun intimidating final worlds, and a good grasp on *why* the people who made the Lor aren't around anymore, and may even start questioning why Magolor made such a great fuss of dragging you to this horrible place. Music is also deeply important to this storytelling. Each of the factories/towers erected in ever world of Robobot's theme is a remix usually of themes related to older mechanical levels, subtly clueing you into where Haltmann go their technology from. Outside the Lor rather than the comfortable motif of Green Greens is this almost comically suspicious and disoriented theme once you're stuck on Halcandra and returning to Magolor with more doubts about his words. The final level inside of the volcano house a theme that is teasing the twist to come, and the theme for fighting Landia before the big reveal is less triumphant, and more majestic and pensive. Possibly trying to evoke more hesitance than confidence, even if most people wouldn't catch on to that on a first run.

But the cooler thing, is that while Robobot has this cool theming at key levels, and RtDL does at the end, this type of shit is pervasive ALL throughout Forgotten Land. Every world and nearly every level is a unique, well thought-out set piece! You get to see abandoned towns, cities, malls, stores, factories, resorts, and an amusement park, each which serves as more than just a fun location, but a clear picture of the world and the state its in. This intent is made clearer through the music and tone that goes out of its way to not highlight the destruction of these areas but their beauty, wonder, and mystery through the eyes of an clueless animals and our favorite pink alien. The abandoned Alivel Malls theme is a track as upbeat and peppy as what must've played over it's speakers in it's hayday, because the hustle and bustle breathed back into it by the animals and Kirby just exploring this mysterious complex is just as lively. The theme of the Everbay Coast is peaceful and sunny despite the Holine ruins because it's as part of the scenery to the animals and Kirby as the picturesque palms and sands. And Wondaria!!!!!!!!! OMG WONDARIA WHERE TO EVEN BEGIN WITH EVERY FUCKING LEVEL AND THEME IN WONDARIA!!! THIS IS WHY I CAN'T TAKE THAT CLAIM SERIOUSLY - y'know when I cried at Forgotten Land? In world 3. Not because of a cutscene or a line of dialogue, but just from the sheer emotion the setting evoked in me. The sweet, laid-back, starry-eyed wonder that it expressed from Kirby mixed with my own sense of nostalgia being aware of what that place was, and how beautiful it was to see it rediscovered and adored by Kirby and the animals of the Forgotten Land. It evokes such a strong feeling of bittersweetness, of existential dread comforted by the knowledge that the simple joys and memories we create places like amusement parks to share will continue on as long as there is life in the world. And unlike some of my musings about past games, this was explicitly intentional. What truly brought the tears to my eyes was remembering an interview where the devs were explaining how they were trying to keep the tone light and Kumazaki said specifically they wanted to evoke peace and beauty rather than loss.

LIKE THIS IS WRITING! This is storytelling, this is intention. It's just subtle, but not at all unimportant, and it ties into the more overarching plot. It raises the question constantly of where the people went that is answered by Forgo, and expresses the dichotomy between the simple innocence of the animals compared to the ambitions of the people who abandoned them and that is now possessing their leader. It creates stakes for Elfilis and Forgo's intentions to destroy everything so beautiful and pure about the current world, but as it absolves the current world of guilt, it puts into perspective JUST HOW LONG Forgo must have been locked away that things changed so much. And as softly as the exploits of the original people are portrayed by the game, knowing their treatment of Eliflis and Forgo as a thing of entertainment and tool for innovation is sickening placed in contrast with it. Like back to Wondaria, the way it shows how much space travel must have pervaded the imagination and escapism of the people either before or after Forgo's arrival is insanely smart. And it gives me chills in the best way seeing Kirby run around images of cartoon aliens from a civilization who would never meet him. Of Kirby, Elfilin, and Bandana sticking their head into a cardboard cutout of an astronaut meeting an alien, with the text "wish you were here" above in a script they don't even understand. A SCRIPT THE WRITERS MADE FOR THIS GAME SO THAT THEY COULD ADD MESSAGES LIKE THAT INTO THE WORLD FOR KEEN PLAYERS TO NOTICE AND MAKE CONNECTIONS. Like it's insane. The dedication the Hal Labs has to stuff like this is maddening! It's so sweet and heartfelt and crafty, I'm so pissed off how little respect it gets because people don't understand visual storytelling!!!!! Saying Forgotten Land is light on story is preposterous, it might just be one of the most finely crafted stories the series has had to date, and is just a really solid piece of science fantasy writing in general honestly. It is packed with environmental storytelling that drives me Up The Fucking Wall, Man.

[lousypotatoes]

♪Playlist♪

i got bored, and i decided to make a playlist for this series <33 im gonna be doing that for all my fanfics for now on

Singin' In The Rain - Cliff Edwards 

"I'm singin' in the rain

Just singin' in the rain 

What a glorious feeling

I'm happy again~"

I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift 

"I never trust a narcissist, but they love me 

So I play 'em like a violin

And I make it look oh so easy~"

When A Man Loves A Woman - Percy Sledge 

"Well, this man loves a woman 

I gave you everything I had 

Trying to hold onto your high-class love

Baby, ooh, please don't treat me bad~"

Dangerous Woman - Arianna Grande

"I wanna savor, save it for later

The taste of  flavor, 'cause I'm a taker

'Cause I'm a giver, it's only nature 

I live for danger~"

Ain't Misbehavin' - Fats Waller

"I know for certain

The one I love

I'm through with flirtin'

It's just you I'm thinkin' of~"

you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish 

"Count my cards, watch them fall

Blood on the marble wall

I like the way they all

Scream~"

All Alone - Al Jolson

"All alone, I'm so all alone

There is no else but you

All alone by the telephone

Waiting for a ring, a ting-a-ling~"

Killing Butterflies - Lou Bliss 

"Shiver like a leaf

Once you take a piece 

With your big old teeth

You will never sleep, no~"

Everybody Loves My Baby - Jack Palmer

"It's my sweetie, can't you guess?

Wild about her, I'll confess

Does she love me?

Oh yes~!"

Looking At Me - Sabrina Carpenter

"I could make it nice and easy

I'ma take the lead

They ain't even looking at you, baby

They're looking at me~"

Always - Irving Berlin

"I'll be loving you always 

With a love that's true always.

When things you've planned

Need a helping hand,

I will understand always.

All Around Me - Flyleaf

"Take my hand, I give it you

Now you own me, all I am

You said you would never leave me

I believe you, I believe~"

I Can't Believe You're In Love With Me - Jimmy McHugh

"Your eyes are so blue 

Your kisses too

I never knew what they could do

I can't believe you're in love with me~"

Need A Favor - Jelly Roll

"Hangin' in there just barely

Throwin' up prayers like Hail Marys

If You're still there, Lord spare me

Oh, my God, oh, my God, Hail Mary~"

I Wanna Be Loved By You - Bert Kalmar

"I wanna be kissed by you, just you,

Nobody else but you,

I wanna be kissed by you, alone~!"

A Sky Full Of Stars - Coldplay

"'Cause you're a sky, you're a sky full of stars 

Such a heavenly view

You're such a heavenly view

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh~"

The Song Is Ended - Irving Berlin

"The song is ended

But the melody lingers on

You and the songs are gone 

But the melody lingers~"

Dusk Till Dawn - ZAYN, Sia

"I'll hold you when things go wrong

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

Baby, I'm right here~"

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

"I had all and then most of you 

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met~"

Crazy = Genius - Panic! At The Disco

"Other boys you may have dated

Serrated your heart with a slice 

But the cut of your love never hurts 

Baby, it's a sweet butter knife~"

Don't Stop The Music - Rihanna

"Do you know what you started? I just came here to party

But now we're rockin' on the dancefloor, actin' naughty

Your hands around my waist, just let the music play

We're hand in hand, chest to chest, and now we're face to face~"

Control - Halsey

"And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"

I can't help this awful energy 

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control~?

Good For You - Selena Gomez, A$AP Rocky

"Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight

Do my hair up real, real nice

And syncopate my skin to your heart beating~"

You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile - Donald Craig

"Your clothes may be Beau Brummely 

They stand out a mile 

But brother

You're never fully dressed

Without a smile~!

Sway - Micheal Bublé

"Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance you have a way with me 

Stay with me, sway with me~"

Strange Fruit - Billie Holiday

"Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck 

For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck

For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop

Here is a strange and bitter crop~"

Fly Me To The Moon - Frank Sinatra

"All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, in other words

I love...you~"

[headkiss]

hi anna! could you do this prompt from this list with eddie? could be at school, fighting monsters, his trailer park — whatever you want!

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

hiii idk if this is exactly what u wanted (aka there’s like no angst at all it’s really just fluff) but i hope u enjoy!!! | 0.6k words 

You were on your way to Eddie’s trailer, sat in the passenger seat of his van listening to his music and you’ve heard it enough that you're able to sing along to some parts with him.

Though, sometimes you prefer to stay quiet, just to hear his voice.

You’ve been dating for a couple of weeks and it’s been a dream. He’s eccentric and teasing, caring and has a soft side that he only shows around you. He’s the sun, the moon, and the stars, all wrapped up in one.

He plays air guitar during the songs, and he does it accurately because he actually plays guitar. It makes you laugh nonetheless, and he knows it. That’s why he turns his performance up as much as he can while still driving: to hear you laugh. Melodic and airy.

When he pulls up to the trailer and parks, you’re excited to go inside. Though you’ve seen it before, you’ve never stayed over and that was the plan for tonight. Movies, snacks, kisses, and cuddling to sleep.

There are some kids from the trailer park playing soccer nearby, kicking and laughing. The sun is in the sky and it makes the fall feel warmer. The colors of the leaves brighter than when it’s dreary. There’s a breeze and it’s one that makes your skin cold to the touch, hands kept warm by your coat pockets, and sometimes Eddie’s, too.

He gets out of the van, rounds the front to open your door and let you out like he always does. He likes to make it dramatic, to bow as if you’re royalty. In his mind, you sort of are.

Though, when neither of you are looking, something hits your head. The soccer ball that the kids were using. It wasn’t the hardest hit ever, not enough to cause actual damage, but enough to knock you out for a minute. Eddie catches you easily, his arms locked tight around you to keep you upright.

One of the players comes for the ball, apologizes for making you faint, and runs back to his friends.

Eddie’s too focused on you and making sure you’re alright. He knows it’s nothing fatal, he also knows you’re prone to fainting, but he worries all the same. He checks your pulse before cradling the back of your head in one of his hands, hoping you’ll come back to him soon.

You do, not even a full two minutes later.

“Ow,” you groan, eyes shut.

“Yeah, I know. You okay?” He makes sure you’re able to stand before moving both of his hands to hold your face.

“Yeah. Thanks for catching me.”

“Well, you fainted straight into my arms,” he states. “You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“Eddie,” his name comes out in a huffy laugh, slapping his shoulder lightly in jest. The laughing hurts your head, though and he can see it when you wince a little, “ouch.”

“Poor baby,” he frowns at you, then kisses your forehead. “Let’s go put some ice on that pretty head, huh? Let doctor Eddie take care of you.”

He does exactly that, leading you inside and making sure you lay down in his bed, where he promises to join you shortly. He brings you an ice pack, a glass of water, and most importantly, comfort.

He holds you, your head on his chest and legs tangled, and tells you, “it’s been proven that cuddles from a Munson take away pain.”

And right there, in his messy but charming room, under his blankets with his hand running up and down your back, you believe it.

[https-sonshine]

Hii could you please write an imagine about a first date with Sonny? Like he's super nervous cause he really cares about you and wants to impress you and you think it's super cute but everything ends up going okay and you have lots of fun together 🥰

authors note: heyy, tysmm for your request. i also wanted to thank you for the support you've shown to my blog <3 i cant lie I'm not sure how I feel about this one but ik I'm overcritical of my own work but I really hope you enjoy this one.

word count: approx 1.4k words

warnings: none, pure fluff

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You may have been reserved around him, but your natural sense of humour and willingness to let loose won his heart over every time. When you smiled at him, he felt butterflies fluttering around his stomach. He hadn't known if you felt the same way about him until he finally asked you out, and you said yes. He remembered every detail of that day all too vividly.

"We should probably go out sometime or something".

"As in a date?" you raised your brows.

His shoulders shrugged, but the flush on his cheeks said everything. 

"Okay, why not" you replied, causing the boy to smile shyly

Now he was busy trying to decide where he would take you. He wanted it to be special and intimate. He wanted it just to be the two of you where you could enjoy each other's company. The location needed to be one where he wouldn't be easily spotted. Because he didn't want his fans or the media to have a field day, he was racking his brain for ideas when one suddenly hit him. 

Eventually, the day arrived, and Sonny picked you up, being careful to keep you relaxed and comfortable the entire time. He helped you into the car, where you saw a bouquet of roses waiting for you on the passenger seat. You quickly thank him, earning a sheepish smile in return. At the start of the drive, you don't talk much. You're adjusting to the new atmosphere of being in each other's presence with friendship far from your minds. 

"So, do you like your job at Spurs?" he breaks the silence.

"Yeah, it's nice, i��m grateful for the experience," you reply, and he smiles again. You see that he is nervously fumbling with his fingers. The urge to take his hand in yours is strong, but you hold back, not wanting to seem too forward. Unable to resist the urge, you reach over and take Son's hand, and he looks at both of our hands and smiles.

Once you both loosen up, the conversation starts flowing; about music, places you want to visit, places you've been, pets, mutual friends, and your loved ones.

Finally, arriving at your destination. You both started walking, but confusion masked your features as you didn't know what Sonny had planned. He then looks up at you and says, "It's a surprise!" and starts walking faster, full of excitement. After a while of walking, you could hear the grass crinkle beneath your feet. You wondered if Sonny planned a picnic or a night out under the stars. As you looked up into the sky, you saw a bright, colourful object slowly floating in the distance. It was a hot air balloon. You felt your heart beat faster as you watched it gracefully move across the sky. The sun's rays shone down on the balloon, making it glow; you were mesmerised by sight.

"Son, this is… I don't even know what to say."

"I went a little bit overboard. Isn't I wasn't sure what type of date you would enjoy. Is it too much?" He rubs the back of his neck nervously and turns away from you. You place a kiss on his cheek and shake your head at him.

"I like it. It's different. It's perfect."

His face lit up, holding more excitement than I had expected. 

With a big grin, he said, "Let's make it happen!" His energy was contagious, and I couldn't help but feel excited about what was to come. 

"Watch your step, y/n," Son warned as He guided your hand onto a rail. The fabric reminded me of woven straw. You felt the ground suddenly shift beneath your feet. You stumbled backwards slightly, but Son helped you regain your balance. He wrapped his arms around your waist.

Even after you regained your balance, Son continued to hold you. As you peered over his shoulder, it dawned on you that you were floating through the air in a hot air balloon. Your brown eyes widened and were filled with awe. You broke away from Son's arms and ran to the edge of the basket to admire the view. His expression relaxed as a smile spread across your face. You leaned out of the basket slightly to see the landscape below. Still not believing that he had booked the balloon ride.

In between sips of wine and delicious food, you talk about anything and everything that comes to mind. You spend most of the night laughing and telling stories to one another. You can't get enough of his smile, and you feel like you would do or say anything to keep that smile on his face.

You stand to take another look at the scenery but instead stumble onto his lap.

You look into his eyes, and for a second, you forget about the world around you. You were suddenly very aware of your surroundings, especially how your back was pressed up against the body behind you. His hands gripped your arms, and you noticed the little beauty mark on his right eye as you looked up before slowly sliding out of his grasp.

"Maybe we shouldn't move too much ?" You suggested as you walked over to collect a glass of wine, handing it back to him sheepishly. You saw the smile on his face and watched as his nose scrunched and he started to laugh. You could feel your ears and cheeks flush with embarrassment. Still, you couldn't help but think his laugh was incredibly attractive, and the more you thought about it, the more you could feel yourself becoming drawn to him. Light laughter filled the balloon, and you couldn't help but join in, the two of you standing there, smiling and giggling like a pair of schoolchildren.

"You know your laugh is probably the most precious thing I have ever heard ?" He blushes and looks away from you.

You were relieved that you agreed to go out with Sonny. His proposal is still fresh in your mind.

 You saw his normally soft features contort into expressions of what could only be described as nerves. Heung Min, Son.

 A man who shines brighter than the sun. A man with a smile that could light up a room and make anyone feel instantly at ease. Yet, concern had replaced his usual expression on this day.

"We should probably go out sometime or something." His eyes barely held onto yours, his anxious state causing him to look down at his feet. 

"As in a date?"

He shrugged it off, but the flush in his cheeks said it all.

You were deep in thought when he interrupted to confess., "I've liked you for a while — kind of struggling to believe that you actually said yes." He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand and smiled nervously at her.

"Did you really think I wouldn't? You smiled, and the flush on his cheeks deepened.

His eyes widened as he admitted, "I was terrified." To be honest, I'm surprised I was able to ask you out at all." 

"I'm glad you did. His face broke out in a relieved smile, and he looked away, embarrassed by his own admission. 

"Look at that view. It's beautiful," you said, leaning over the hot air balloon.

The sun is slowly setting, painting the sky in a spectrum of pastel colours. As the balloon rises higher and higher, a gentle breeze teases the colourful fabric of the balloon. In the basket below, you can feel the warmth of the hot air as it pushes the balloon higher and higher. The air is filled with the smell of burning fuel and the sound of the balloon's burner filling the balloon with hot air. You can feel the excitement of being so high above the ground, with nothing but the wide open sky above. As you reach the highest point of the journey, you can look down to see the ground below, the houses, the trees, and the roads, all looking small from such a great height. The feeling of freedom is overwhelming, and you can't help but smile as you savour this moment. He followed your gaze, allowing himself to enjoy the beautiful scenery for a moment.

He wishes he could capture this moment forever. The free smile on your face as you take in the view. The way the wind played through your dark hair, and Son couldn't help but feel envious of a simple breeze. Sonny moved to stand behind you. He straightened your hair and tucked the stray pieces behind your ear.

"So beautiful," Sonny thought, watching the strands of your hair lightly fall back into place. 

[9800sblog]

weekly tarot reading for each zodiac sign

june 26 - july 1

you should read about your:

• ascendant/rising sign - for the events happening in your life and your patterns of behavior this week. • moon sign - for your personal perspectives and introspection. • sun sign - for how you might react to all of it.

ARIES

so this is the start of cancer season, you're not very comfortable in this energy, you may feel defensive and offended oftenly, depressed, misunderstood and powerless. creativity is a great outlet!

picture to burn - taylor swift

key words: introspection, considering, eyes closed, microphone, offers, choices, unfair, sleep, cold.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

TAURUS

you're very comfortable this week, this may be a time when being possessive over your material goods pays off well to enjoy a nice future. not emotionally fulfilling, maybe lonely.

barbie tingz - nicki minaj

key words: loose clothes, hair down, investing, planning, fruits of your labor, selfishness, stubborn, stars.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

GEMINI

financially great time, maybe you'll get your salary this week, you're very fulfilled materially. however, you're in a minute of insecurity, you have everything, so pay attention only to the good!

talking body - tove lo

key words: imbalance, sunlight, late night conversations, rain, flowers, award, thin, exchange, family business.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

CANCER

your intuition is at an all time high and it is saying you may have neglected your mental and emotional well-being for material stability. with your intelligence, as long as you're attentive to those areas, you'll be ok! rest well, you're on the right track!

want u back - cher lloyd

key words: patience, self respect, inner confidence, perceived competition, tired, suspicious, attentive, support.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

LEO

you refuse to conform, your friends, family, job, society, spiritual beliefs might be saying one thing to you but it's not your truth and you won't settle. you're powerful when standing your ground, everyone respects you.

primadonna - marina

key words: royalty, metal, inner thoughts, imagination, the unseen, waiting, boss, confidence.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

VIRGO

your work hasn't been paying off and you're looking for different ways to increase wealth. teamwork is the key, rely on those you trust the most to help you grow! it'll work out, the cards say opportunities may fall from the sky!

misery business - paramore

key words: shiny things, mediocre, frustration, house, family, community, a helping hand, relaxing.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

LIBRA

you're coming out of a dark patch, you're not used to something this good happening but balance is sure to follow you. it is not a new idea or someone else's thoughts, this is where your soul feels at home ^^ "we're halfway there!"

love on top - beyoncé

key words: inner peace, music, beauty, power, healing, stronger, hardworking, self centered, consequences.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

SCORPIO

a time of celebration and learning, you have a lot going for you physically and, internally, you're full of introspection and a thirst for knowledge - it may cause you some anxiety if you think your outer world doesn't match with you, find ways to be who you are when you're alone while with others, talk to your walls.

i write sins not tragedies - panic! at the disco

key words: house, money, options, rethinking, family talk, dark room, cats, holding hands, secret, hidden.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

SAGITTARIUS

you may have great conversations this week, which will help get you out of a very difficult moment. you may have felt betrayed, but someone will make you think the world is not as bad as you think and you may seriously consider quitting an unfavorable job.

i kissed a girl - katy perry

key words: intoxicated, rose-colored glasses, support, healing, surprise, bored, typical, annoyed.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

CAPRICORN

waiting for something that will make you really happy is making you sad, focus on the lovely people around you and try to start a new project for distraction, fulfillment is sure to follow soon.

heartbreak girl - 5 seconds of summer

key words: happy family, pets, money, self induced heartbreak, decision, savings, prepared, working out, closing doors.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

AQUARIUS

good news may come this week and people will try to shut your excitement down, you'll feel betrayed but you know they are right, it is not the time to move yet, hold that thought and contemplate your next moves. it's a coming of age scene.

dilemma - nelly (ft. kelly rowland)

key words: rite of passage, hit the breaks, nap, newspaper, boat, pretty clothes, closing a faucet.

★☆★☆★☆★★☆★☆★

PISCES

you're bringing a good idea you had a long time ago into reality, this is something you're passionate about and it's taking you out of pain. so much fulfillment, try not to be too egotistical or do too many things at once and this will be a great week!!!

rude - magic!

key words: potions, tea, headband, excitement, delicacy, forever, much water, working out, fire party, rainbow.

[prettypei]

plot: kaeya's eyes are like stars, but maybe stars were meant to be looked at from a distance; angst!

reader: Gn! reader

warnings: hurt w/o comfort, major kaeya lore spoilers!!, use of dialogue in Dangerously Yours, death, reader is an orphan and a knight in this, kaeya betrays us

a/n: I just keep hearing those Dangerously Yours tiktok audios on replay and they make me wanna fall in love so I wrote this about my man

KAEYA ALBERICH did not want to go. But, duty called, and he had work to do, but... he had left too many memories here, especially with you. You, who was the new light of his life, his new guidance, his new... everything. You were his new moral compass, ever since his own brother thought of him as a traitor. You, who came into his life on one fateful night in Angel's Share, and he had been swept off feet by your charming smile and natural personality, and the both of you had talked the night away, about life, about the stars, about how... maybe the alcohol had gotten to his brain that night, but he confessed to you about his complicated relationship with his brother. Of course, he knows better. Trauma dumping on a stranger? He was afraid that he scared you off for good, and that his venting would make you uncomfortable, but at the moment it felt right, since you were opening up about your dead parents. But to his surprise, you listened. And you were there for him. Kaeya is still confused about why, but you keep on insisting that "it was because you're a friend, silly". Such a foolish reason, was it not? From that night on, the two of you became friends. Perhaps friends was the wrong word to describe the bond between you two, since it didn't quite feel like it. He felt that there was something more to the way you laughed whenever he told you his misadventures during his job, or the way you looked at him like he was the brightest star in the sky. Maybe he was a star, a star shining brightly like no other, because you, only you made him feel that way. But it was not the time for sentiment, nor memories. He just had to leave quietly...

"Not again..." He was startled when he heard a voice behind him, but was relieved to see that it was only you. "Hey." He chuckles when he approaches you. "So you're the one who's been sneaking out every night?" You smile as you shake your head. "What are you even doing anyways?" "Haha..." He pauses for a second. "(name), I might not be coming back for a while." "Huh?" You give him a confused look. "What do you mean?" "I'll be leaving Mondstadt for a while, tell Jean for me okay?" "Wait but why?" "I'll explain when I get back, promise." "Wait, no!" He attempts to speed off in the middle of the night, but you grab him by the wrist, jerking him back, causing pamphlets to fall out of his book bag. "What..." You bend down to examine the letters and papers, before looking up at him with a pale face.

"I-It was you? You're the traitor...?"

He knew his world was shattered at that moment.

"Give those back." Kaeya's voice is ice-cold now, sending shivers down your back as your hands tremble while holding the documents. "No... what- this isn't real! Why aren't you denying this? Y-You're not a traitor!" You're shrieking as you pull him by the wrists before he shoves you on the floor with such intensity that it makes you shudder. "Don't... ask. I'm leaving now." "So... you don't love me anymore? Our memories mean nothing to you?" You whisper with a choked breath. He stops trudging forward only then, to reply to you. "You may as well take my heart (name), it's already full of you." "Then why... why would you do this?!" You choke as you get up. "I've known you for two months... and you pull this shit on me!" "Oh no, I've known you all my life." He turns around, and only then do you see his once starry eyes start forming tears. "When I heard beautiful music I thought they'd like that, and I looked at flowers knowing that one day I'd give them to you." "Oh, stop, stop." You wail, bawling as he confesses. "But in my heart there is another love that must come before you... my country." He says this last part quietly, as if it hurt himself as much as it hurt you. "No, no please-" You sounded so desperate, begging pathetically as you tried to grab for him. "No, Kaeya, we can talk about this, you don't have to-" "You wouldn't get it, (name)." He looks at you with those, those once dreamy and wonderful eyes, causing you to sob. "I'm sorry."

Sorry? As if sorry could undo the damage that Kaeya Alberich had done to you, as if one tiny sorry could erase the burning hot passion that your heart held for him, as if one sorry could wipe away the silhouette of him that ventured out into the dark, dark night.

[shoggothkisses]

i wanna hear about the lore but the moon lore only

YEAHHHH ANON WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT THE MOONS!!!!

Okay so I'm going to keep this as tl;dr as possible because it would be VERY easy to go off on a tangent so I am sticking JUST to stuff where the moon or Moon Sisters are explicitly mentioned.

So according to Heart's Desire, vol. 3, there used to be three moons over Teyvat instead of one:

Aria - name is Italian for a single-performer vocal piece in an opera, but derives from the Latin for "air"

Sonnet - like the poem, but derives from an old proto-Romance word for "sound'

Canon - musical composition based around multi-voiced imitation; derives from Greek and Latin word for "law" or "rule."

(Make of these etymologies what you will.)

According to Moonlit Bamboo Forest(MBF), vol. 3 :

the Moon Sisters are older than Morax (more than 6,000 years old)

they're referred to as "daughters of prose and song"

they "ruled over the night sky," trading shifts in moving across the heavens in a silver carriage (think Helios in Greek myth with his chariot)

they were in love with "the stars of daybreak"/the "morning stars."

It should be noted that "morning star" is a term often associated with "dawn bringer," it may be associated with Phanes, the Primordial One (who is also known as Eosphorus/Phosphorus or Lucifer depending on which versions of Greek/Orphic/Latinized mythology you're looking at). Since MBF refers specifically to "the chambers of the morning stars," this may imply that the anthropomorphic "stars" are the Shades that Phanes made of itself.

Something caused the Moon Sisters to turn against one another, and the single remaining moon in Teyvat right now is the one remaining corpse out of three. (yikes.)

According to Records of Jueyun, vol. 4:

the three sisters were witness to a union between one of the Seelie and "a traveler from afar."

a great "calamity" fell 30 days later. (Whether the union is directly related to the calamity is EXTREMELY unclear, although some people [pooossibly myself included] theorize that the outlander who fell in love with the Seelie was the Second Who Came from beyond the firmament, who eventually challenged the Primordial One to the throne and lost. For more on this, see the Byakuyakoku Collection.)

For some miscellaneous flavor, here are some things associated with the moon/s that have caught my eye as I've played Genshin

Mondstadt literally translates to "Moon City" in German.

Liyue (璃月) makes use of the characters for "glass/colored glaze" and "moon."

Speaking of Liyue, the osmanthus flower is associated with the full moon and the Mid-Autumn festival. In Chinese legend, the first osmanthus plant is on the moon.

Glaze Lilies only grow at night.

There are WAY too many mentions of serpents consuming the moon and/or sun in various mythologies across the world. I'm probably going to have to make a mega-post about snakes and serpents in Genshin at some point.

Nahida calls herself "just the Moon" when we first meet her. In context, she means that she is only a reflection of Rukkhadevata's former glory, but I still find it relevant that she calls herself the moon when her appearance is so similar to what the Moon Sisters are supposed to look like.

The description for the Nilotpala Lotus refers to a moon goddess (singular) and the chariot. Nilotpalas only bloom at night. (It's interesting that the "fake" lotus, Kalpalata, is Nahida's ascension material and not the Nilotpala.)

The lore for the Xiphos' Moonlight sword suggests that the Moon Sisters were capable of "determining heroes' fates." This is most likely a reference to the three Fates of Greek mythology, who controlled the birth, life and death of all humans.

Aaand most recently, in Lyney's character teaser, we get to see him holding the full moon in his hands! In the Rider-Waite tarot, the Moon is a symbol for lies, deception and illusion. This doesn't just have to apply to Lyney - it's something I've been thinking about for as long as I've known about the Moon Sisters.

if you have any specific questions or want more clarification on any of this info, PLEASE ask!!!