#they will get first hand experience of the absolute realness of the sun

[zeldasnotes]

SQUARE OBSERVATIONS 🪽

Read before you proceed: These are my personal observations and not facts. The whole chart has to be taken into consideration.

Mars Square Jupiter can make someone super ambitious but it can also make someone lazy bc they want what they want NOW. And if they cant have it instantly they might be like ”f*ck it then I dont want it” and therefore dont work for it. But on the other hand these people are experts on how to find a quick way to get stuff, waiting is not for them.

Mars Square Neptune can give someone a beautiful body language. The way they walk, dance and move in general can be mesmerizing. Like a balet dancer.

If you date a Venus Square Moon/Lilith man you will know the meaning of the quote “Half of me is beautiful, but you were never sure which half.” — Ruth Feldman, “Lilith”. He got different types of archetypes in his head fighting and you will only fit one of them.

People with Sun Square Mars are some of the most ambitious people you can find when they stop putting focus on worthless competitions with other people and instead put that energy into their goals.

Sun Square Moon is having an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. Whatever choice you make the other half of you disagrees with.

Venus Square Pluto attract powerful people very easily. If you check the charts of the wives of the most powerful men in the world you will see this aspect pop up in a lot of the charts. Trophy wife aspect.

Venus Square Ascendant can make Venus very turned off by Ascendant behaviour. As a Cap Rising most Venus in Aries men were very turned off by my boring, stoic and calm behaviour.

Sun Square Mars in synastry very often leads to conflict from what Ive seen.

Ive noticed that people who have Moon or Venus Square Pluto had a mother who had a hard time bonding with them when they were babies or the mother suffer from post partum depression . Bc of this some people with these aspects experience an obsession with women since they have an inner inexplainable hunger for a motherfigure.

A situation Ive seen in the charts of some guys with Lilith Square Venus was that they hang around socially acceptable people(Venus ppl) but tend to fall for women who are considered not socially acceptable(bad rep etc, typical Lilith women) so their love life clash with their friendships and social life unless his friends learn to accept their partner.

Moon Square Pluto people have very strong reactions to others. Sometimes its their intuition but sometimes its just pure projection. Can be very quick to judge.

Getting into a relationship with someone with Sun Square Ascendant can be a real shocker bc you saw one thing and you got something else. That carefree, swaggy straighforward Aries Rising with Cancer Sun guy you met at the bar turned out to be much more passive aggressive, grudgeholding and sensitive than he seemed at first sight.

Mars Square Uranus = 0 to 100 real quick. They can get stuff done fast tho! Geniuses when it comes to fighting too.

Juno Square Venus people have a tendency to meet a partner who fits their Venus and then try to change them to become more like their Juno. For example someone with Venus in Aquarius Square Juno in Taurus meets and Aquarius Rising woman and falls for her because she is so unique, free spirited and how she goes against traditions. But when he gets her he tries to make her more traditional and might shame her uniqueness.

People who are into men and have Juno Square Mars like one kind of man in bed and another kind of man for relationships. They have two types which can be very hurtful for the guy they are into. (Im not saying they will cheat im just saying they are never satisfied)

If you want an honest answer ask someone with Mercury Square Mars. They will tell you.

People with Neptune Square either Venus or Ascendant are the most likely to have absolutely no idea how they look like.

Ceres Square Pluto can indicate someone who becomes obsessively attached to anyone who makes them feel the slightest feeling of nurture. They might baby others or want others to baby them.

Venus Square Jupiter people are so loving and generous. They really love giving.

Venus Square Saturn NEEDS to be respected and to be ”somebody”. Respect is so important to them.

Venus Square Uranus make the craziest outfits work. They have you like ”What the helll is she wearing?? But it looks kinds good…?”

Venus Square Neptune = The cool girl monologue ”Nick and Amy will be gone. But then we never really existed. Nick loved a girl I was pretending to be. Cool girl. Men always use that, don’t they?  As their defining compliment. She’s a Cool girl. Cool girl is hot. Cool girl is game. Cool girl is fun. Cool girl never gets angry at her man. She only smiles in a chagrin loving manner and then presents her mouth for f*cking. She like what he likes.”

© 2023 Zeldas Notes

[we-stan-cale]

Since I've talked about almost all the other important parts during my reread, I didn't want to forget the sealed god's test.

It's just... So good I'm not even sure where to start. Like, this is a moment where Cale really shines.

Cale. Rok Soo, which we're told means 'to always grow green, even in winter'.

And we see that in this test.

The sealed god throws him into one of the worst moments of his life, expressly to make him despair.

Instead, Cale takes that moment and uses it to rewrite the past, and erase all his regrets.

This is where we really get to see what post-apocalyptic Korea was like. And over and over again we learn how badly things went then, even as Cale makes sure it doesn't happen like that again.

We also see some of his years of experience, and maturity. Especially with how he handles Park Jin Tae, who was a bully and a tyrant - and also died in Cale's first life, fighting to save everyone in the shelter.

You can see what we've seen all along. Cale doesn't judge leaders by the petty stuff. He judges them on how well they take care of their people.

This is also where Cale, Choi Han, and Alberu really become an amazing trio.

Choi Han, who bargains a large chunk of his life away (just the time he'd be alone, as he ties the length of his life to Raons) in order to join Cale in his test.

And Alberu, who the Sun God helps possess a monster called the Dark Tiger when his real body is sleeping.

Those three are so tight knit now, it's beautiful. Real ride or die friends.

Especially when you remember where they all started.

It's also, as always, a time where you have to pay attention to the subtleties. This is Cale's past, and he's focused on making sure everyone survives... But Choi Han and especially Alberu can see the desperation, the struggle, and the near starvation of all the survivors. Alberu has a couple of moments when he's out of the test and giving updates to their friends, and you see him struggling. Because Cale asked him not to overly stress them (the kids especially) and basically say it's fine... And Alberu's like 'how can I tell them that?!?'

And then, naturally, there's Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk.

Younger versions, and not the ones Cale knew. But still, we get to learn more about his earlier found family.

We also see things going on back at home. Since his physical body is still there, his friends have to rescue him.

And we see how they're able to perform, even without Cale to call the shots.

We especially see how well Raon has grown, as he makes important decisions on how to find the monster statues.

Even more importantly, we have this at the end.

– Do you really think that this moment is the end of despair? Cale looked down at the rose gold lights burning in his hands. He opened his mouth to speak. ‘Is this moment the end of despair? No. Absolutely not.’ “This is just the beginning of the despair in this world.” It was just the beginning. Despair would reveal itself in many different forms in this world from now on. “But people have hope now.” After about a year since the world had turned into a mess… The people who had always lost, struggled, and barely managed to survive will be victorious for the first time. They would destroy this despair known as an unranked monster. The sealed god who had been silent for a moment asked as if he was sneering at Cale. – Do you have hope as well? It seemed to be implying that Cale was someone who could not have hope. That was how it sounded to Cale. Cale slowly shook his head. “No.” He did not have hope. However… “I have certainty.” Cale needed something more certain than hope. Finally, he had gotten it. “This place will draw a different future than my past. I’m certain of it.” He was certain that more people would survive than in his past. He was certain that they would have better lives. That was not speculation. Although it was a future that was yet to come, Cale believed it to be the truth. In fact, Cale wanted to be the one to finish the first step toward that certainty. The burning rose gold thunderbolts moved away from Cale’s hands. He started to speak again. “This is the first time I’m saying this to a god.” Toward the silent sealed god… To the god who had tried to give him despair… Cale said the following. “Thanks.” He really meant it. “My memories didn’t end in despair thanks to you.”

It's not that he defeated despair. That despair will no longer exist.

But there's hope, and he is certain that the future will be better.

And even more so - he is grateful that he had this chance to change his memories.

He took this thing that was supposed to break him, and used it to fix himself instead.

[captain-mj]

May tumblr endure the pain of all the angst fics on it's sight for eating your askbox.

Well then, I'm really glad you liked the Selkie!Ghost prompt I sent in :D, I loved what you did with it ^^ -X/3NH

(If you want the old prompt just tell me)

Okay new prompt: Ghost is a monster that lives under the bed and in the closets of children. Soap has been the singular person he's haunted, not by choice, just because Soap won't have a single nightmare related to him. In fact, Soap sees him as a friend.

Ghost's kind feeds off nightmares related to them, so he's latched to Soap until he can get a singular nightmare out of him. But Soap is now in 141 and he still hasn't had that nightmare relating to him.

So Ghost now protects Soap because he's grown attached.

(Do what you want w this concept, but I was thinkin Ghost takes a shot for Johnny, but gets that nightmare he wants so bad, it's about him dying in Soap's arms. Ghost's now free, free to choose another contract, but he doesn't want to get anymore nightmares, he wants to be with Soap. (also his family isn't too nice cause "he's the reason SOap doesn't experience nightmares, he's doing it wrong" (No soap is just a massive fan of monsters and doesn't feel scared around them)))

Wow thats a lot, well enjoy ^^

Hello friend! I want to say, I absolutely adore your asks and I'm sorry for always taking so long to answer them! They usually need to be a tad longer than my normal stuff and I want to do them justice! Also, did some very mild experimentation with some formatting/punctuation. Nothing super noticeable but if you notice something looks weird, its on purpose!

Also, Ghost is also a child for the first portion of this. He matures a bit faster but their age gap is only really a year (felt weird writing about an adult monster under some kid's bed)

Ghost had never, ever heard of a kid like Soap. The kid was... well. If changelings were real, Ghost would put money on him being one.

Soap regularly grabbed spiders and played with him. Not the cruel playing of little tyrants that ripped their legs off, but a genuine, loving little thing. He'd pet them and let them crawl over his hands and set them outside when they started to get agitated.

Snakes fascinated him. The first time he managed to see one at school, he came home, sat on the floor and told Ghost all about it. How the scales moved and reminded him of Ghost's arms. Then he asked Ghost if he was a snake which made him lash out and try to yank the kid under the bed.

However, since Soap feared him no more than he feared snakes or spiders or soft kittens, he just went straight through him. It looked more like he tried to pat him than anything else.

Ghost couldn't believe it. Other monsters his age were back home! Bragging! And here he was, taking way too much time.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Soap sighed. "You're always so grumpy. Do you want me to make you a cup of tea?"

"...I guess." Ghost pouted.

Soap smiled at him, radiant. Ghost wondered if he was made out of the sun.

The tea was delicious. He even got biscuits on the side.

"Why do you want me to be scared of you anyway?"

Ghost refused to talk to him about it, worried it would ruin his chances of ever going home. Soap smiled at him.

"Is it like a grade? If you scare me, you get a better grade?"

"Something like that." Ghost agreed. "I need to scare you."

"I will do my best to be scared by you!" Soap smiled at him and finished eating.

On Soap's thirteenth birthday party, far far after when Ghost should be long gone, he asked for some odd things. Horror posters and books about mythology. Ghost knew he was trying to get more information on him, probably to banish him.

Soap never did anything though. He continued to be his friend with so much ease. He also never told anyone else. At some point, Soap realized this was abnormal and instead of panicking like Ghost had hoped or maybe telling someone, he just moved on.

"We're friends. I couldn't endanger you like that." Soap had answered honestly when Ghost asked.

"We are NOT friends."

Soap smiled easily. "I'll get you to admit it one day. I promise." He gently nudged Ghost's shoulder. Ghost hadn't been touched in a while and the fact that Soap could touch him but he couldn't quite touch Soap was... weird. A little scary.

Soap smiled at him gently.

Ghost hated the day that... man put the idea of the military in Soap's head. He inspired Soap apparently. Sent him on this spiral to try to get into the military.

"Fucking hell, Johnny. The military?" Ghost sat on his bed and stretched out. His shadows had shifted from... well shadows into dark clothing. Recently, he had gotten used to adjusting them to look like a leather jacket, leather pants and dark gloves. If this so happened to be exactly like Soap's most recent movie crush, then it was purely coincidental. And if maybe, just maybe, Ghost enjoyed the lingering gazes from Soap, that was also coincidental.

He cropped up in Soap's dreams sometimes, but it was never frightening. The only reason he even knew was because Soap sometimes muttered his name in his sleep.

"It would be great! Going out there, helping people, good innocent people. Going on missions and adventures."

"Your brains being splattered against the ground. Dying. Fucking up and hurting people that don't deserve it." Ghost grinned, ignoring Soap's scrunched up face.

"Stop being such a bawbag. This isn't going to scare me so you're just doing it to be a dick." Soap hit Ghost with a pillow.

Ghost laughed and laid flat on his bed. He went quite when Mrs. MacTavish passed by, asking if either of them needed snacks. "She can't hear me, can she?"

"Course she can. Why couldn't she?" Soap tilted his head.

Ghost frowned. At this rate, he might as well just become human. He already fucking was. "How long?"

"About two years now. She thinks you're super shy." Soap explained, not understanding how terrible this was for Ghost.

Ghost dissolved, slinking under the bed.

"Wait, Ghost!" Soap looked under the bed. "Come on. Are you sad about your family again?"

"LEAVE ME ALONE."

Soap flinched and sighed. "I'll make you tea, okay?" He left Ghost alone for a bit while he did.

Ghost did miss his family. He couldn't go back until he fucking got a stupid nightmare and he was hungry because Soap's dreams were so fucking devoid of any fear. Stupid asshole.

The tea made things a little better.

When Soap finally got everything together to join the military, he was 15. Too young to actually join, but that wasn't going to stop the asshole. He planned to join and Ghost had to go with him.

The problem? While Ghost was roughly 16, he didn't have any papers saying he existed and he couldn't just wait for Soap to come home on his leaves. So he just made some stuff. Fake documents and different things. he was also very, very fleshy. Soap and him had touched hands and his skin felt the same way.

It disgusted him. He really, really hoped that while they were in the military, Soap would learn fear.

But that didn't happen.

Because Ghost was accepted and Soap wasn't.

"You're clearly too young. Try again next year."

Ghost felt his heart drop.

Shit.

This did not occur to him as a possibility.

Soap immediately started in on the man while Ghost sat there, stunned. He tried to smoke away. Dissolve and reappear miles away and back home.

His body refused. Panic flooded him.

No.

Fuck.

Ghost spent... three years? Time was weird. But he bumbled around the military. For the first time... ever, he ate what he was supposed to. Nightmares. None of them were good enough. They weren't Soap. It was better than the nothing he had been experiencing the past 19 years. That's when they reunited again.

Soap flinched when he saw him before hearing him speak and immediately brightening. "Hello... Simon."

"Hello, Johnny."

So Ghost watched out for him. He had to keep him alive and safe. Both because of his job and also because Soap needed to dream of him to set him free.

Soap still dreamed about him. Ghost could hear him speaking his name in the dark of night. Saying it with a tone that Ghost heard other people use in these scenarios. It was different than the playful manner of when they were younger. For some reason, it made Ghost's chest flutter.

Somehow, Ghost became a Lieutenant and Soap became one of his Sergeants. They worked together well and no one ever suspected it was because they were old friends.

Ghost had long since felt human. Any connection he had to being a monster gone. Even if he fed off the fear of his comrades, they weren't exactly Soap. He still had to eat human food and had human problems like cold hands.

Still felt pain.

The bullet went straight through his chest and the blood from his wound splattered all over Soap's face.

Soap's blue eyes widened. He was finally afraid.

It tasted rather bitter.

Ghost collapsed into him and Soap cradled his body. His blood covered them both.

"MEDIC!"

Soap screamed his little head off. So loud and insistent.

Ghost wanted to dissolve. Wanted to sink back into the darkness and hide under Soap's bed again.

"never wanted to join the military."

"Why did you then?"

"wanted to stay close to you." Ghost admitted, panting. His mask felt tight around his face. "it wasn't just a job for me. hadn't been for a while."

"The military?"

"No. Johnny." Ghost leaned up and kissed him through the fabric.

He finally dissolved.

His consciousness floated somewhere. It felt like home. He could still smell the soap Mrs. MacTavish used on the sheets.

Soap dreamed of him. Ghost was rather violently dragged into it, spectating whatever Soap finally put together.

The fear and adrenaline was intoxicating. Finally rid him of the awful feeling of being hungry that had plagued him for so long.

Soap held his body. It looked much worse than it was. The entire world seemed tinged with Ghost's blood.

"Please. Please. Stay with me." Soap begged, rocking his body.

Ah.

Johnny wasn't afraid of Ghost. He was afraid for Ghost.

How endearing.

The bond between them, the hold, snapped. Ghost felt himself start to spiral away from Soap, his body wanting to spin back into smoke.

But he dug his heels in.

"No." Ghost mumbled. "Got this fucking far. Can't ditch now." He had spent the majority of his life with Soap and he was realizing now that he wanted to spent the rest of it with him too.

It continued to drag him and he struggled and thrashed until his eyes flickered open to see Soap staring at him.

"You're awake."

"Fucking hell, don't stare at me like that. And I'm supposed to be the monster here." Ghost sat up, fully healed.

Soap went to stop him before pausing. "Always forget you're not human. You okay?"

Ghost nodded.

"Do you remember what happened?"

He nodded again.

"All of it?" Soap batted those damn eyelashes at him.

"If you're asking for another kiss, you can just lean down."

This kiss didn't have fabric between them.

[xstevex-world]

(Part 1 of the pop star Chrissy AU)

“So what you’re saying is that you are 100% positive that I’ve spent my day with, not only an actual, real life international pop sensation; but the same Chrissy Cunningham that you have been fangirling over since senior year of high school?”

Robin hears Steve groan on the other end of the line. She can't blame him though, she’s made him explain her exact situation to her 3 times over.

“Yes Robin, that’s definitely her,” he sighs.

Robin falls back down on her bed, she can’t believe this. If she had been honest with herself, that entire day felt like a fever dream, a fantasy she had conjued up from weeks of sheer boredom. It was hard to ignore, the feeling that her day shared with her was a one time thing, especially after Chrissy apologetically declined to meet up with her the next day, saying she had to do work stuff.

Thinking about it, in retrospect, the signs were there. She had absolutely talked about how she worked in music and had been travelling a lot with it recently - yeah, Robin thought she was probably in a small band or was a session musician by the way she talked so casually about it.

But this? Shit, this whole situation she's found herself in? it’s like something out of those stupid romance novels her mom and Steve like talk about.

She always had it in her head that pop stars were meant to be over the top and flashy, but Chris just seamed so…sweet. She was listened to robin ramble on and on about everything and nothing, laughed loudly at her terrible jokes before giving her perspective or talking all about her own experiences

And when she smiled? She radiated happiness and joy as if she was the personification of the sun. There would be an etching of that smile in her brain for the rest of Robin's life.

“Robin!”’ His voices takes her out of her trace, grounding her in reality. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah,” is all she mandages to say.

“So you have two options,” Steve explains, and gods, she wishes he was here so she could at least see his eyes roll at her obvious awkwardness.

“The first is you just ignore that this whole meeting ever happened,” which, yeah is she absolutely not doing. Even if she never got to meet Chrissy again, at least she would still have the memory of meetng that deity of a human being.

“Or?” She asks, hoping that even 3637 miles away, Steve would be able to bring her down from her wild panic.

“Or; you listen to me and go see her.”

Steve has always been rather blunt, it’s what Robin likes so much about him. He tells her exactly what he means, no in between meaning to his statements.

“She’s playing a concert tomorrow night in the city, it’s probably why she said she couldn’t hang out tomorrow, she has sound checks and rehearsals and stuff," he explained, as if he knew her entire schedule (what was she kidding, he probably did.) "I'm going to get you a ticket, so you go to see her tomorrow night, enjoy the show, take a photo and dm her telling her how good her performance was, ok?”

He makes it sound so simple.

“But what if I go and do all this and it turns out that-“

“She’s straight? Robs, she’s very open about being bisexual-“

“No, dingus!” She yells into the receiver, running her hand through her hair. “What if I read the entire thing wrong and she was just being nice? I’m famously not good at reading the room and, for all I know, she could have thought this was just all a friendly thing that we have going? Like, listen to me Steve, I’m me, and if she’s the same pop sensation that you’ve talked drones about for as long as I’ve known you then what could she gain with a romantic endeavour with me? She could have anyone and not the person who she met yesterday who’s…”

“Who’s what, robs?”

She can’t answer that, knows if she says what she wants to that Steve will deny it, but she knows who she is - she’s annoying, too much all the time and knows that logically she wouldn’t be anyone’s first choice in friend, let alone girlfriend.

Sometimes she thinks it’s a miracle that Steve has been her friend for as long as he has.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he interrupts her inner monologue, voice softer than she’s used to with him. “But you have to stop thinking that you’re not good enough. The only person who’s allowed to talk shit about my best friend is me…and probably Erica, but I think she thinks you’re too cool to actually insult you much.”

Robins audibly snorts, falling back onto her bed.

As hard as it was being away from her family and the rest of their little friend groupd, the thing she misses the most is Steve. She was so used to having her platonic soulmate with her at all times, ready to latch onto for whatever the reason may be.

And right now? She could really use a hug, pecifically one from Steve "The Hair" Harrington.

“Robs, just trust me, she wouldn’t have spend they day following you around Paris is she wasn’t completely gone for you - she would have been at Disneyland with Corroded Coffin getting pictures with Darth Vader and shouting about how it's a capitalist utopia while eating the churros…" he pauses momentarily, and robin knows exactly what he's going to ask next. "...actually, speaking of, did she-?"

“Talk about Eddie Munson? Well, considering that I didn’t know that it was the same Eddie that you’ve had a raging boner over for the past year despite the fact-"

“Robin!”

“It’s true!” She yells, face now beaming from her laughter. “I’ll make you a deal, Stevie, if you plan works then I’ll put in a good word with Chrissy for you, she’s bound to know what gonna bring you into Munson’s raider-"

“Robin, stop!”

"-because I have some stories, Steve, and you’re lucky I was listening because if I didn’t like Chrissy so much I know wouldn’t remember, which would suck for you because i now know a few rather scandalous stories about the guy-"

“ROBIN!” Steve shouts through the receiver, making robin jump. “Focus!”

She shuts up, smiling to herself.

“I wish you were here, dingus,” she admits, rolling onto her stomach. “At least you’d be able to help me out, maybe, if this works, make sure I don’t pass out in front of her.”

“Of course it’s going to work” he states with every syllable oozing that signature Harrington’s smugness. “But only if you wear those plaid pants you have, the ones that hug your thighs in all the right places-“

“Gross, dingus!”

But sure enough, she listens, but if Steve’s right about one thing it’s how to leave a lasting impression, especially in the “you look good” department.

So, the following evening, she dons blue, plaid pants with a plain black tank, slicks back her hair using whatever hair products Steve left during his last visit and makes up her face: brushing electric blue pigments onto her eyelids before smudging kohl against her waterline.

It takes her serval pep talks in the mirror to finally convince herself to actually leave the apartment, but she did it, managed to walk to the venue and wait, nursing her beer whilst leaning against the against the back wall.

Robin kind of regrets not tagging along to all the Chrissy Cunningham concerts that Steve invited her too in the past, maybe then she would know what to expect.

(Or, maybe then, she wouldn’t be in this exact situation, but who was she kidding, of course she would be, nothing straight forward ever happens to her).

The entire thing is overwhelming, the venue has been crowded since before she arrived, (since it was well after the opening act ended) which really isn’t her scene. She’s already nervous and her hands won't stop shaking and she's about to call it quits, text Steve that she'll pay him back for the tickets in actual money rather than their original plan and walk out the doors of the theater where she can crawl back into bed and scream into her pillow-

The lights dim, and everyone around starts screaming as the first notes of the synth play, Chrissy's voice carrying through the room.

Robin can't help but stare, she's so beautiful, stunningly gorgeous with the voice of an angel, she doesn't even notice the rest of the band join her one by one or the two dancers who have a hand on Chrissy's shoulder. She doesn't even realise the opening number has finished, can't pay attention to anything other than the cascading curls of chrissys hair, the way her body moves in one with the music, the same smile that struck her heart in the first place- the smile that shines brighter than any spotlight ever could.

She doesn't register much, barely hears anything other than Chrissy sing about new moons, staying when she shouldn't or sending her love to Wayne; songs she know she's probably heard before, probably from (just being in close proximity to steve Harrington), but none of that matters, shes memorised by her.

And when the final act is coming to a close, she almost misses it, but she can feel eyes on her even this far to the back of the crowd.

Robin only meets Eddie Munson’s eyes for a second, impossibly wide eyes staring her down in disbelief before seeing his cue to exit the stage. She almost drops her half-drank pint, a string of curses running through her head - but the whole interaction has her frozen. 

Her brain tells her to "RUN! GET OUT!" before it escalates any further, the churn of pure anxiety in her stomach reminding her that this was a stupid plan, she shouldn't have come. She cant do this, won't do this-

She leaves before lights go black.

⭐💘🎫🎤🎫💘⭐

So thank you all so much for the support on the first post, I was not expecting it to get traction buy you all loved it??? My heart is swelling omfg. Thank you for being patient with me with this part (I'm dyslexic and work full time, on top of just being very slow at producing, well, anything lol).

I'm hoping to have either 5 or 6 parts altogether if you guys keep enjoying it ((sorry not sorry to make you steddie fans sit through the Buckingham part first, Robin needs to get her girl!!!))

Shout out to my gf (who's not an st fan) for beta reading this with comments like "is Robin a useless lesbian?" Or "do they really say dingus in the show?" Or "wow, she really needs some loops!"

As a bonus treat, the concert playlist can be found here! Included are songs that represent or resemble the tracks on the set list of the gig that Robin goes too see (including the CCxCC material that would be played as the encore in the final three songs)

Taglist (if you wish to be added, I just ask you be polite about it x): @maya-custodios-dionach @papermachedragons @mildgendercrisis @vampiregirl1797 @lizard-dyk3 @hellomynameismoo @beckkthewreck @eboyawstenn @justmiiriam @gregre369 @korixae @victor-thee-corvid @yes-im-your-mom @bisexualdisastersworld @questionablequeeries

[pretty-toru]

always golden┆gojo satoru

୧ genre: fluff

୧ wc: 1.0k

୧ synopsis: young megumi learns what love is through the affections you and gojo share after being unofficially adopted by both of you.

Behind Satoru's steady gaze resting upon your soft expression as you fell to your quiet musings again, there's a warm sun-lit current in the unmeasured azure of his eyes pulling you towards him. Your body tries not to squirm just as his muscles relax a little and through Megumi's viewpoint, he can see the small touch of radiance in the swooping arcs of his smile that spreads into every part of him. When he opens his mouth to speak, the young boy can feel his smile extend through the lilt of his voice and the choices of words he uses when addressing you.

"Why do you always do that? Stare at Y/N like that?"

Megumi was nearly eight years old when he began to develop a concept of what a loving relationship between couples looks like after being taken in by Satoru and you and observing the way you two interact. The sweet glances as you're both holding hands and doing the little things for one another such as getting your coffee ready in the morning or draping a cozy blanket over the lanky man after passing out from exhaustion all contribute to his understanding of romance and love, even when he has to turn himself away when his mentor would purposely kiss you in front of him to make him uncomfortable.

Satoru breathes out a soft chuckle as he veers his attention to the pre-teenager and a wide grin spreads across his face because this is the first time Megumi expressed any real interest in his relationship. But he guesses that the young sorcerer is around the age where love interests and such are bound to happen so he decides to indulge him because he knows you're listening in on the conversation. "Well Megumi-chan, isn't it already obvious? It's because of how pretty she is and how lucky I am to be with her!"

There's nothing you could do about the blossoming smile on your face, and when Megumi turns to look at you there's a faint glow of happiness making itself home in your features because if there's one thing you know for certain about Gojo Satoru is that he's always honest with you and Megumi 一 sometimes to a fault. "Good answer. I was going to make you sleep on the couch if you gave a bad one."

"Heh? You know I'd never do anything to make you upset, sweetheart." When Satoru registers your warning gaze, his throat suddenly became dry and goosebumps prickled down the length of his spine as he sensed that you were about to recall the recent troubles he caused you. "...Or at least, not on purpose anyway. Ahem! Does it feel hot in here? Would you like something to drink, honey? I'll get you something to drink. How does a sparkling cherry-ade sound?"

"Sounds perfect, actually. Thank you, 'Toru."

"No problem, baby. And Megumi?"

"Just a glass of water."

"Gotcha, sport. Be back in a jiff."

With that said, your boyfriend saunters into the kitchen and begins pulling items from the pantry and refrigerator as he hums a gentle tune to fill the space. Between your fingers tapping on the keyboard of your laptop and returning to your thoughts about tomorrow's errands and dinner plans, you could feel Megumi's eyes weigh heavily on you as though he wants to say something. "Hm? What's up, Megumi?"

"How do you know? That Gojo-sensei is the one?" He was sincere about his question and you can see the curiosity brimming behind midnight blues, but for a split second the thought of Satoru putting him behind this did cross your mind because he has a penchant for hearing you say he's the absolute best significant other in the world and all the wonderful traits you love about him. As you lean back into your chair and carefully think about your response, the feeling of how indescribably happy he makes you was your biggest indicator.

"Everything is better with him around. If there's something I'm doing on my own, I'd wish that he was there to share the experience with me. My world just feels much brighter with him in it." You don't notice that Satoru's humming came to a halt so he could hear you say those words, and he had to pretend his heart hadn't swelled up three sizes too large when he enters back into the common area with a tray of cold beverages.

"Even when he can be a big idiot sometimes?" Megumi says, serious and nonchalant. Your soft laughter causes his stoic expression to lighten a moment as the corner of his mouth twitches upward and your hand reaches to ruffle the dark tendrils atop his head.

"Yes, even when he can be a big idiot sometimes."

"Hey now, I hope you two weren't just bad-mouthing me behind my back." Satoru strides in with scrunched-up brows and pouty lips, still adorned in his cute kitchen apron as he sets down the tray on the coffee table and distributes the drinks between the small crowd of three. You and Megumi like to play coy saying how you two wouldn't dream of it, but he understands it's just harmless jokes and teasings that even he participates in every now and again. When he goes to hand you your drink, there's a slight pause with a gentle brush of your fingertips against his and he lowers his head to place a tender kiss on top of your head before murmuring,

"Here you go, angel. And you know, if you ask me I find myself enjoying the small things too. Just because I was doing them with you."

Megumi knows that neither of you were perfect but it was abundantly clear that Satoru loved you deeply and you loved him back just as much. People can easily say things like "I love you" but from watching you both over the years and making a mutual effort for one another in every aspect of your relationship, he can see for himself what real love is supposed to look like. Comfortable, warm, and content with a touch of playfulness and sweet gestures for the little joys in life and gleams of sunshine. But most importantly, no matter what happens at least you have each other.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

just really needed a hug sort of hug

for the soft prompts <3

Uhhhh this is a little angsty and vibey sorry about that! Set a few years in the future in a world where the lightning strike had bigger and longer lasting impact on Buck than it did in canon. Send me soft prompts! The rest I’ve done are on a03!

Eddie is pinching the skin by his elbow, the shiny part where it's new. Well, a few months old at this point, Chimney supposes, but he still gently smacks the man's bicep as he passes him to sit at the table.

"Quit it, Diaz."

Eddie makes a face at him but he puts his hand flat on the table. He then makes another, more stressed out face, and waves the hand in the air in a vague but emphatic motion.

"I want to call Buck again."

"You were on the phone half an hour ago."

"Yep." His palm presses into the wood again. "I am aware of that."

Chim hooks his left ankle over his right knee. "You two ever get word…"

"Every test came back fine- within normal- they didn't find anything. They have no fucking idea why his blood pressure dropped like that." Eddie crosses his arms. "Between the two of us we've funded the Los Angeles ambulance budget for the fucking year and the best advice anyone had was for him to 'rest and drink plenty of fluids.'"

"Shit."

"Mhmm." Eddie's knee is bouncing anxiously, and he looks exhausted. He has looked exhausted, frankly, since a fourth story floor went out from under him in June and he gained the dubious honor of being the first member of 118 A shift to sustain third degree burns. He doesn't pinch at it again, but he's gripping the scarred bend of his arm tight enough that it might fall under Buck's strict instructions to tell him to leave it alone. "He shouldn't have been back at work yet."

"He seemed fine, Eddie."

Eddie exhales, shaky and unpleasant. "He seemed like he was getting better from the flu, and then Chris found him on the kitchen floor. He seemed better on Thursday and then-" he shakes his head, breathes in, blows the air out slowly. "I've told myself that a lot today - he was ok when I left this morning, he’s fine, he’s texting me, it’s going to be ok. But he was ok when I left those mornings too." He blows out air again, and it whistles through his clenched teeth.

Chimney thinks Eddie wouldn't appreciate it, but he thinks very hard and loud that the universe should give the Diaz family a fucking break. He extends his leg so his boot taps into Eddie's.

"He was doing so good- he felt good in a way he hasn't in a long time." Eddie makes direct eye contact for the first time this conversation. "We were talking about him working towards recertification. Coming back here. He really does love the call center and he’s good at it, but he misses being a part of the team, still. And then-" he makes an unhappy little sound. "He exhausted himself taking care of me and now this… We can both say 'healing isn't linear' until our mouths bleed but he’s almost back to where he was right after the strike and- and he's disappointed, I know he is and just- just not knowing what life is going to be like one day to the next- It's just been… a rough fucking year." Eddie's mouth turns up in a real grimace of a smile. "But we have experience with those. So… we'll just keep getting through it."

Two memories play out in Chimney's head.

First: A beach day, sometime in the first summer after Buck and Eddie were married. The jeep had arrived first, but as Chimney did what Maddie referred to as his Dad Jog to the trunk of his own car to start unloading he noticed that none of its occupants had got out yet. From the place he was standing he could see Buck, lit up golden in the afternoon glow, twisted sideways in the passenger seat and gesturing wildly as he talked, absolute glee written all over his face. Eddie in the driver's seat and Chris, unbuckled in the back, leaned their whole bodies towards him like plants seeking photosynthesis. Chim had wondered if the sun had been lonely before it had planets to orbit it, and then laughed at himself for being poetic, and anyway he wasn't sure that's the order the universe formed in. Buck would know, he'd have to ask him.

Second: Thursday, when Buck had made it through pneumonia like a champ and then gone back to his job at dispatch only to take a nap in the break room that no one could really wake him up from. It gets more ethically dubious by the year for any of the 118 to treat each other what with their tangled web of marriages and less official family ties, but Maddie had sounded panicked over the radio, and they’d been the closest first responders, and Chimney is certain that even if they weren’t nothing could have stopped them from coming for their brother, son, husband. Chimney remembers Eddie kneeling in front of the couch, the exact quiet tone of his voice as he’d said “Honey, I’m right here,” and the lethargic movement of Buck’s hand coming to weakly grip his shoulder. But the real thing, the clip that’s going to stay in his mind forever and repeat without permission, is looking up from establishing a line in the ambulance and watching how Eddie was curled down towards his partner as he tried to keep a flash of blue appearing between fluttering eyelids. Eddie was talking and Chimney doesn’t remember any of the words because he was also stroking his thumb over Buck’s brow and Chimney can’t stop thinking that he has never seen a human being touch another that gently.

Eddie’s phone buzzes and he looks at it, huffing a laugh and scrubbing a hand over his face. “He’s asking about pasta shapes. Wait- is he in the kitchen?” He frowns and hits dial, and the phone only gets out a single ring before Buck picks up.

“Hey,” his voice drifts, tinny, into the room and Chimney feels some tight little thing in his chest relax a little.

“You better not be cooking, Buck, you’re on speaker so I have back up if I need to yell at you.”

“I’m not, I’m not,” Buck laughs. “I’m exploiting child labor.”

Distantly, Christopher says “Hi, dad.”

“And you’re not helping at all?” Eddie raises his eyebrow and Chimney bets Buck can see it, miles away at their home.

“Chris is doing all the work, I swear, and we’re just gonna dump on the sauce I made, uh- Wednesday? Tuesday? Whatever, I can supervise boiling water. I didn’t even pick a pasta shape, c’mon, farfalle or fusilli?”

“Fusilli. You should be resting, Buck.”

Buck sighs, staticky over the speakers. “All I did today was move from the couch to the kitchen table, and I walked very slowly. I’m wrapped in a blanket and everything.” There’s a faint rustling sound and then Buck continues in a quieter voice. “I promised I’d tell you if something felt wrong. I’m alright, Eddie.”

Eddie bites his lips, and then takes the call off speaker and steps towards the kitchen. “You’re ok? You feel alright?” He spins his silicone wedding band around his finger as he listens. “Yeah. Yeah, before you wake up, probably.” He says “Buck” and Chimney always wondered how Eddie said that name and made it mean so much, folding in care and exasperation and adoration like he’s laminating butter between layers of dough. “Alright, I love you. I love you. Yeah. Tomorrow.”

He hangs up and as he exhales the alarm goes off overhead, because of course it does. Eddie starts towards the stairs but Chimney hurries forward and grabs him first and pulls him into the tightest hug he can. Eddie clings onto him for a moment, and they can only spare seconds for this attempt at comfort but he looks grateful when he pulls back, looks a little less tense.

"I love you, bud," Chimney says, and Eddie actually laughs at him as they head down the stairs. Chim swipes at the back of his brother in-law in-law's head as they pull on their gear and load into the engine and Eddie dodges with the practiced ease of a man with siblings. When they're in their seats and headed to the scene, though, Eddie leans forward and knocks his elbow into Chimney's knee.

"Love you, too." Eddie smiles. Three silhouettes in a car. A gentle touch. Things are going to be ok.

[bleedingoptimism]

Steve has always had trouble sleeping, it takes him a long time to feel safe enough to close his eyes.

At first it was about being a child in a big dark empty home, then it was about monsters being real, but he’s always had trouble falling asleep and as a result he feels like he never gets enough.

His movements are slow in the mornings, and he refuses to open his eyes until he absolutely has to, he’s grumpy sometimes too, but mostly pliant.

.

When Eddie finds out about this they are not together, not even close.

Eddie is pining, harboring a huge crush, Steve is completely unaware, they have just started to become more than friends, meaning they are becoming good friends and nothing else… yet.

Steve had come over for a drink after his shift at Family Video, but one drink became two and two became three and three goes well with a joint… they end up laughing and talking about anything and everything until Steve’s eyes start closing on his own, so Eddie offers him the couch (it's safer that way)

The next morning Eddie thought he’d wake up to the sound of Steve rummaging through his kitchen, he has no idea why he imagined Steve was a morning person but he finds him still sleeping when he emerges from his bedroom. He tries to make as little sound as possible as he starts cooking them breakfast.

He’s just started up the coffee pot when he hears a soft groan behind him, turns around and locks eyes with Steve still lying down on the couch, he frowns and hides his face under the covers Eddie lovingly placed on top of him when he fell asleep the night before.

He mumbles something, Eddie just catches the word ‘time’ so he answers what he thinks was asked, “It’s 9.30.”

He’s rewarded with another groan and then a sigh as Steve sits on the couch and grabs the covers,  rearranges them around him and makes a cocoon for himself. He sighs again, cracks his neck, both sides and blinks at Eddie slowly and ‘oh god’ Eddie thinks, ‘that’s not fair’ because Steve looks like… ‘fuck’

Steve is looking at him with half lidded eyes, his hair is an absolute mess, mouth slightly open, pink lips swollen, pillow marks on his cheek, and the morning sun coming in through the window illuminates his face, brings out the ever changing color of his eyes, lightens the tips of his hair and he looks so devastatingly beautiful that it takes Eddie breath away.

It feels like a punch to the gut and he gasps but quickly turns it into a snort when Steve’s brows rise in question, “I take it you are not a morning person” he says as he pours coffee into two mugs and hands one to Steve.

Eddie sits on the coffee table in front of the couch so they are facing each other, watches as Steve takes the mug and hugs it close to him, smells the hot beverage and sighs, “Thanks” he tells Eddie and his voice sounds rough with sleep and it warms Eddie inside more than the mug in his hands ever could.

It's a nice, quiet morning and when Steve leaves for work he’s barely speaking more than two words at a time but he smiles sweetly at Eddie as he waves him goodbye.

.

After that day Eddie becomes a little obsessed with the soft, beautiful Steve he got to experience that morning. He finds himself wondering what it would be like to wake up next to him when he’s like that, he wants to know what he would do if he woke up to Eddie kissing his shoulders, his jaw, his cheek, the corners of his eyes.

He wonders if he could leave the bed without disturbing him and wake him up later with breakfast in bed.

He thinks about maneuvering him into the shower while he’s still sleepy and washing his hair as he slowly wakes up.

Sometimes, when he’s being a horny little creep he wonders if Steve would like it if he woke up with Eddie's mouth around him. He imagines the feeling of Steve getting hard inside his mouth, the noises he would make.

.

The morning after their first time, Eddie does none of those things, because waking up and seeing Steve sleeping beside him is better than anything he could ever imagine.

He lifts his hand and slowly takes a lock of Steve's hair and moves it away from his eyes and behind his ear. Steve opens his eyes and immediately closes them again, moves closer to him, buries his face in Eddie's chest and groans.

Eddie’s heart lights on fire and he laughs, he can't help it, he’s so happy, so in love,

“You know, I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time,” he tells Steve.

The only answer he gets is Steve rubbing his face on his chest, one of his arms is around Eddie's waist and his hand draws small circles on his spine.

And Eddie keeps talking, he tells Steve about all the things he thought about, everything he fantasied doing with him, to him.

He feels Steve’s body reacting to his words, his breath gets heavier, the hand of his back clenches, he brings his body closer,

“Jesus, Eddie” Steve says when Eddie finishes his little speech by saying he wants to wake up with Steve everyday for the rest of his life and when he looks at him his eyes are wide open, he’s completely awake.

Eddie chuckles “You’d like that?” Steve nods eagerly and kisses him deep and dirty “Yes, yes to everything”

[anxious-witch]

Okay, I think I mostly gathered my thoughts. So

My personal highlights from the second Zagreb concert (11/11/2023)

Meeting my friend's friends in the queue and us sharing snacks while freezing outside

Managing to get to almost exact middle of the stage in the third row

4 of us playing "finish the sentence" for an hour while we waited and two girls joining us and laughing so much because we kept fucking up

I know I said Jan's magnetism is fascinating, but now that I was closer, I definitely see why sm ppl recorded primarly Bojan. When he meets your gaze for a second it's like. Okay, let me just breathe for a second

Experiencing Kris on the stage too, since I could bareky see him yesterday! I know he was feeling unwell but he still had that ethereal glow to him

Getting to see irl how differently Jan and Kris handle guitars? Like, I am absolutely no expert but Kris seems much more controlled and precise and Jan just...goes to twon with his guitar 😂 love them both it's just interesting how different their styles are

I finally got to see Jure omg. His drum solo was so good and I don't think I realized how much force he puts in his movements before. He is panting because his entire body is moving constantly while he plays the drums. Insane. I love him

A friend's friend throwing a bra with Umazane Misli on it and Bojan picking it up and showing it off

Also, during Umazane Misli, Bojan sending a microphone to one girl who had a sign, another girl taking it and Bojan looking like a disapproving teacher(dw they both got to sing in the end)

Bojan hitting his titties with his hand. 10/10 no notes

Bojan and Nace interacting on several ocassions

Bojan giving Jan the rose and Jan literally holding it with his teeth while he plays

JAN GIVING THE ROSE TO NACE AFTER THE SONG

Jan doing his guitar solo. Kris looking extremly bored and like he just wants Jan to stop showing off 😂 Nace looking at Jan like he hung sun and the stars in the sky

Jan falling(on purpose or not idk) on the floor and still playing his guitar

Bojan circling around Kris and Kris moving away before he can touch him 😂😂 legit got the vibe of "we are having an argument" couple

Bojan kneeling in front of Kris at the end of the second SSOL and Kris smirking slightly while Bojan was turned to the audience

MAKS' GOODBYE AND HIM HUGGING EVERYONE

Like. Bojan hugged him first after the announcement and Maks was very clearly flustered and turned to leave the stage. And then Kris pulled him into a hug from the side and then everyone took turns hugging him

Again, I am probably forgetting things but overall, both concerts were an amazing experiences and I am just floored. I looked forward to this for so long I thought real experience couldn't compare to how I imagined it but boii, I was wrong. I am so thankful I got the change to experience them live

[sinfulsalutations]

hello!!! i absolutely LOVE your writing!!! could i maybe request a smut where the reader is between hunter and crosshair, and they’re constantly trying to one up each other in how good they can make her feel?

thank you so much, and i hope you’re well!! <33

��𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥! ⋆*･ﾟ𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ & ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴘᴏʟʏᴀᴍᴏʀʏ, ᴀʟʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴇx, ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx (ꜰ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ʙᴀꜱᴛᴀʀᴅꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴏʀʀʀʏ

⋆ ★ ᴏᴍɢ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ… ᴇᴀᴅ;ᴊꜰᴀ;ɪᴇʀᴀ;ʟꜱᴋᴅꜰᴊ (ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ). ᴏᴋ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ, ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴇxᴀᴍꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪ'ᴍ ᴄʀᴀᴍᴍɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴅᴋ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ/ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛɪᴇꜱ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴏ!

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

You would complain. No, really, you would. The two are acting like literal children. Picking useless and nonsensical fights with each other only creates tension and mistrust between the three of you.

It's no secret to the rest of the batch you have been exploring relationships with each of them. First with Hunter, on a night when the two of you finally acted on your festering desire and indulged in passionate lovemaking until the sun rose. Then with Crosshair, which was something far more harsh and selfish. Your first night with him left purple love bites littered all over your neck and a sweet soreness between your thighs.

However, no matter how much they insist that one experience must have been better, they were both equally perfect in their own unique ways. You might be starting to tire of this endless unspoken debate the two are having.

Not about who gets to have you, no. They have no problem sharing. At least, not together. Yet.

Maybe once they get over this you'll ask them to. But for now, trying to make you moan and whine as loud as possible so the other can hear loud and clear will do for them. So will leaving you fucked out and their spend rubbed all over your skin, muttering a sly 'top that!' in their brother's ear when they pass by each other afterward.

An unspoken rivalry has developed between the two of them; it being judged purely on how good they can make you feel.

Of course, you haven’t actually expressed any real disapproval of the two of them. Mostly (entirely) because of how much pleasure you’ve been able to wring out because of it.

You’re somewhere cramped in a tucked away booth at 79’s; the other members of the batch are scattered around the bar getting drinks or absolutely jamming out on the dance floor (Just Wrecker, actually). All the while you and Hunter can't seem to tear your eyes away from each other, even as Crosshair's side is pressed to you.

A pair of lips dance lightly against your jaw, and you squeak softly in your throat when fingers tickle your skin unintentionally when he decides to wrap an arm around your waist. His mouth trails up your face, breathing hard and intentionally against you before nipping softly at the shell of your ear.

Not once do your eyes shift away from Hunter. His fingers curl tightly around his cup of whiskey rocks and a dark stare overtakes any higher thinking. A steady thumb taps the cold surface of the glass, the other hand curling and twisting his vibroblade between two fingers. His posture is all too casual compared to how intensely he looks at you. 

It's so much. Crosshair's hand on your waist rubs your skin through the fabric of your shirt, riding it up until his long, cold fingers make contact with your stomach. He's admiring you, doting on you, even though you know he's doing it all to make Hunter more mad. 

“You look good tonight,” He compliments you, the deep trills of his voice sending pleasant vibrations down your back. With a soft, delicate flutter of your eyes, you incline further into Crosshair's body, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. You can feel the smirk against your skin. The hand wrapped around your waist drifts further down, fingers hovering above your skin and brushing against it like a soft tickle until he holds your knee firmly, thumb brushing the skin thoughtfully.

And then, he moves his hand. Further and further up your leg until he’s slowly dipping it past the bottom of your skirt, caressing your thigh with the heat of a thousand suns. The tips of his fingers tease the innermost part and you hiss under your breath,  so close to breaking your eye contact with Hunter. But he does it before you. They drift a few inches higher than where your eyes lie, his look of intensity suddenly having a wave of petty anger fall over it. You don't have to see Crosshair's face to know they’re staring each other down.

Crosshair whispers warmly into your ear again,

“Good enough to eat, don’t you think?”

And you scoff at the cheesiness. All to get a rise out of his brother, you realize. Yet it still has the most desperate inducing effect on your senses. You turn your head, ashamedly hiding the fact in his neck and letting the meekest whine hum deep in your throat. A chuckle ruptures in his stomach.

"That's my girl," He praises lowly before taking your waist and hoisting you out of the booth. Finally, you tear your eyes away, looking at Crosshair with the stare of a lost puppy. Maybe he could pause this little petty fight to give you what you need right now.

Hunter, to no surprise of anyone, doesn't look as satisfied with himself as Crosshair is when the two of you return; your clothes have been rustled and your thighs are pressed together tightly, a new coat sheen rubbed on the lower half of Crosshair's faced paired with a cocky smirk.

Tech's the first to comment on it, making a strange remark that perhaps Crosshair is using a new aftershave, and Hunter grumbles under his breath.

All while you're positively fucked out, your entire body leaning onto Crosshair when you all finally leave 79's, head tucked into his neck and lips ghosting over the skin, any skin you can reach. He's soaking up the rays of your satisfaction, how pleased you look in his grasp all from his ministrations.

When the two of you pass by his brooding stature, he slyly whispers in his brother's ear,

"Made her come four times," He brags. Hunter turns to him with a questioning raise of his eyebrow, but Crosshair doesn't falter. "Think you can beat that?"

Hunter laments something bitter under his breath, something you can't pick up on in your state of bliss. But he makes sure that Crosshair hears, loud and clear, straight in his ear,

"Try me, vod."

***

"Fuck, Hunter," You whine breathily, neck lazily moving from side to side on the pillow. Hunter has his tongue all over you, licking long, warm patterns over your cunt. He's already had you finishing over his mouth, his fingers, and his cock so many times tonight, but he doesn't seem to be done, even as you can feel tears running uncontrollably down the crest of your cheek and staining the mattress.

He leaves a heavy petted kiss on your clit and you buck into his hips involuntarily with a small cry. He only hums into you and presses your hips down further with his grasp.

"It's- too much, Hunter, too much-"

A shush subsides your begging, and Hunter trails his lips up, leaving a soft kiss on your stomach. You do your best to lift yourself onto your elbows to see his face. His bandana, still tightly knit, has been adjusted so now all of his hair is lifted into a man-bun, all for better access to you. He flashes you a look of mischief before reaching up and softly pecking your lips.

"I know, mesh'la," He says softly when you break away. But when you flash a pout his way, he doesn't seem very keen on stopping just yet. "Can you give me one more?"

Lost in the haze, you simply nod. 

With a smile and another brief kiss, he dives back into your pussy. You gasp with the touch, all of it just teetering on too much, too overwhelming, but it's somehow bordering constantly, leaving you in a state of pure perfection. It doesn't take you long to come again with a sigh, and then a few moments later fall sound asleep, chest rising and falling heavily. 

Oh so conveniently after Hunter has you tucked into your Crosshair decides to walk in. Hunter turns, and his neutral expression quickly switches into something smug. Without speaking, he walks up to his brother, holding up the shoulder pad of his kit and pressing to his chest chauvinistically. Crosshair with a perplexed gaze looks down, seeing the carves left on it by Hunter's vibroblade; six tally marks.

"Beat that, vod," Hunter says with a proud puff of his chest, bumping their shoulders together one last time before leaving their barracks, his face covered in the same shine Crosshair had boasted so exclusively two nights before.

tags: @starstofillmydream @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420

[fluffyhare]

Like Real People Do, Part 4! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Casper and Avery's relationship grows. Avery comes over to watch a movie that has an unexpected *scene* for Casper. Shenanigans ensue.

☁️ Warnings: Suggestive, very romantic, STUPID gay, the tickles you've been waiting for™, classic Avery teasing -- ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

☁️ Author's Note: If you feel like I didn't go off the rails enough here, stay tuned because I swear to god, I'm just getting started~

This is a series now!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 *you are here

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

Avery came to visit me the night after we went to the fair. And the next. And the next. 

Occasionally we'd skip a day or two, if he was working on research late into the night, or if I had after-hours systems testing at my job, but before long we had spent the equivalent of a week together. Then a month. Then two. 

Sometimes I would cook for him, helping him experience all the culinary delights he had denied himself due them being “unnecessary” pleasures. He found most dry food intolerable, but he loved all kinds of soup, fruit, and especially ice cream. I made sure to always have a case of sparkling water on-hand, too, just for him. 

Some nights, he would take me back to his lighthouse and we would spend the evening together there, sipping tea and playing board games on his tiny kitchen table (Avery usually won). We shared affectionate hugs and glances. Sometimes, he would touch my hand across the kitchen table as I pored over how to beat him at cards, making me lose my concentration. He always carried me home before it got too late. 

When we weren't together, we texted; sweet greetings, inside jokes, photos from our lives. We playfully competed against each other for who could make the most bored face while working, or who could take a prettier sunset picture. True to his word, he also texted me when he needed things; strange mechanical parts, books about advanced scientific concepts, refills for his tea cabinet. 

I let him take point and followed his lead, never initiating, allowing him to discover and express his feelings in his own time. He was shy, but he could be playful at times, too – I wasn't sure if he knew it, but his teasing flustered me out of my wits. I was fairly certain he didn't know about… that, but there had been some close calls; a good-natured nudge to the ribs that sent me reeling, or a hug that ended with his fingertips lightly grazing my sides. I recalled one incident at the movie theatre when he whispered a little too close to my ear, necessitating me to hold my breath until he was done speaking. That time, I thought I wouldn't make it. 

It was autumn, my favorite season. I had not grown up around deciduous trees, and I was delighted to watch the foliage in Port Oleander cycle through a rainbow of warm hues. The sun was beginning to set as I stood in my kitchen, gently stirring a pot of homemade miso soup – Avery's favorite – when my phone buzzed. 

What are you doing, dewdrop? 

makin soup for you :3 

Ooh, what kind? 

its a surprise!! 

I'm sure I'll love it. 

Hey, I wanted to ask you something… Do you want me to stay the night tonight? 

“Wow,” I thought. That was a big step for Avery. We'd cuddled a bit before, but not in bed, and we'd never spent the night, either. My heart beat a bit faster. What if I did something embarrassing in my sleep? Would he notice if I wasn't wearing my binder? Would he care? 

I took a bit too long to answer, so he followed with:

If you're not comfortable, I totally understand. 

no!! i would love for you to stay over. my beds not as big as yours but i think it's comfy.

Sounds good! I can't wait to see you, dewdrop. I'm bringing a movie to watch. 

which one!!! 

Hehe… it's a surprise. 

can't wait💙

+++ 

It wasn't long before Avery arrived. As I opened the door, I grinned at the sight of him in his fall outfit. It was the first really cold day of autumn, and he'd worn an alpine sweater, a blue scarf, and jeans instead of his usual slacks. I rushed into his huge embrace, burying my face in his soft chest. He was especially tall and fluffy that day – I estimated he was about six-foot-five (195cm ♡) – which told me he was well-hydrated and full of energy. I inhaled as I nuzzled into his chest -- he smelled like cloves and old books. 

“Hello, dewdrop,” he said fondly, squeezing me close to him and stroking my hair. “It smells wonderful in here." He took a seat on the couch, setting a DVD on the coffee table. 

“It'll be done soon! Are you hungry?”

“Casper, I'm always hungry when you're cooking.” 

I giggled, sampling the soup as I walked over to him. “Is this the movie you brought?”

“Yes, I wasn't sure if you'd seen it, but you said you liked old animated films. This is one of my favorites, so I thought I'd share it with you.”

It was a copy of The Secret of NIMH. It made sense that Avery liked it – understandably, he had a penchant for fringe science and supernatural concepts.

“Oh, I love this movie!” I had a copy of it, too, but it was in storage somewhere. 

I brought two bowls of soup over to the couch. Though I was pleased with how it came out, I wasn't particularly hungry; I was too riled up, thinking about Avery staying the night. I noticed that he'd brought a canvas bag with him. I wondered what his pajamas looked like. I wondered about a lot of other things, too. 

“Ahh, you scamp, this is my favorite! Thank you for making it, it's delicious,” Avery chirped, sipping the clear broth greedily. I never tired of watching him eat; the liquid entering his mouth and then being swept up in the swirling vortex of his head, disappearing in an instant. The hot soup made him steam a bit, little whips of vapor rising from his skin. 

I put the movie in and turned off the light, snuggling into his side. Though his sweater was soft, I wished that I could feel his bare arm instead as he wrapped it around me. His cool fingers rested on my forearm, and I could feel the wind rushing beneath his skin. 

We watched the movie quietly, every now and then making comments on the score and animation of the Don Bluth film.

“Justin reminds me of you,” I said, grinning. 

“Oh, really? Hehe. He is charming, isn't he? He's just like me, for real.” Avery put his hands on his hips and struck a playfully haughty pose, just like in Justin's introduction scene. The temptation to take him down a peg was immense, but somehow, I resisted. 

“Dude, you cannot pull off slang like that at all,” I said, laughing. 

“Got you to giggle though, didn't I?” 

I blushed, but summoned some confidence and fired back anyway. 

“Pfff. Just like Mr. Ages said about Justin, you're a feather-head, too.” 

Avery laughed openly, causing me to get a terrible case of butterflies as he trembled against my body. 

“I can't argue with that,” he said. 

We watched the movie a while longer. The scene with Jenner in the auditorium ended, and the next scene featuring Jeremy started to play. He was tangled up in his string, as usual, and was involved in some banter with the suspicious old shrew, who was admonishing him for sneaking around. She paced back and forth on screen, rigging up Jeremy's string to nearby branches and hoisting him into the air.

Suddenly, I remembered this scene. My body stiffened a bit against Avery, and I felt my ears beginning to flush. Without meaning to, I held my breath. 

The mice kids were calling Jeremy a turkey, and demanding to know where their mother was. One of them jumped on top of Jeremy, clawed fingers scratching his sides as he laughed, crying, “No, stop! You're tickling!” 

Luckily, the scene was over quickly. I exhaled as quietly as possible, but then, Avery paused the movie. My heart dropped. 

“I've noticed something about you,” he said slowly. 

“Y-yes?” I tried to sound normal. I sounded nothing close. 

“Whenever this topic comes up, I observe a kaleidoscope of emotions from you. You flush, stutter, look away, squirm, and hold your breath. I've let it slide many times, but now, I'm curious. This tickling… has an interesting effect on you that it doesn't seem to have on other humans. 

“I know what tickling is, in theory, but it’s a human behavior that doesn't exist in Cirropa. I'm dying to know what about it gets you so… flustered like this? And why you're so desperate to hide it from me.” 

I swallowed hard, suddenly and painfully aware of every contact point between Avery’s body and mine, especially his fingers resting on my arm. How could I explain this without saying it out loud? 

“Ahh, well, um… it's… I just…” I babbled incoherently. My breath came in short gasps as my fingers and toes grew clammy. 

Avery shifted on the couch, turning to face me. In the glow of the TV screen, his eyes were intense, but there was the faintest hint of a smirk playing around his lips. 

“I am a scientist, you know. If you don't tell me, I'm not afraid to test a hypothesis. But let's clear this up first, at least – does it make you uncomfortable in a bad way? Is it painful for you? I have a feeling it's the opposite… very opposite… but I have to be sure.” 

“Ahh, errrr… no…” 

“No, what?”

“No, it… doesn't make me uncomfortable in a bad way, and it isn't painful.”

“Hmmm… what isn't?”

“What?”

“What isn't painful, Casper?” 

“...” 

“Oh, stars. This ruffles you so badly you can't even say the word, can you? Oh, dewdrop… you know I have to try it, now.” 

Alarm bells went off in my head as I felt my blush flood from my ears, to my cheeks, to the rest of my face. I scrambled backwards from Avery, but with such speed I almost couldn't detect it, he was on top of me, one knee on each side of my hips. 

I screamed. 

“No Avery! Nohohoho plehehehehease don't hahahahaha!”

“My god, I haven't even touched you yet! I hear you saying no– do you really want me to stop?” His smirk was huge now, and I could barely stand to look at him. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

I hid my face in my hands, causing Avery to giggle.

“I knew it! Humans are so cute sometimes! Here, sweetheart, I'll give you one last out. If you want me to stop, snap your fingers.” 

A moment of silence passed, my hands still firmly covering my face.

“Hehehe… Alright, then. You quite literally asked for it.”  

With that, I felt Avery's fingertips light on each side of my ribcage. He started softly and deftly flexing them, gently skittering along the sides of my body. 

I'd been tickled plenty of times before, by previous partners and friends. Generally, they were so excited to tickle me, so caught up in a moment of playfulness that they dug their fingers into me… which did usually tickle quite a lot, but it also hurt a bit, too, and made it difficult to enjoy. 

Avery's tickling was entirely different. He was methodical, comprehensive. Playful, but gentle. His fingertips were incredibly soft and dexterous as they prodded and kneaded along my ribcage. Avery worked with delicate scientific instruments, and he tickled like he did, too; it was like nothing I'd ever felt. 

“Ahahahahahaveryyyy!! Hahahahaha!” I cried, squirming beneath his fingers, my unrestrained hands grabbing uselessly at his forearms; he was so strong, it didn't seem to phase him in the slightest. 

“Hehehe, you are so sensitive to this! Oh, this is so cute, Casper! If I had known you liked this sooner, I would have already played with you like this so many times. I wonder where else you're ticklish? If we go by evolutionary theory, it would probably be a vital point, like here,” he teased, his soft fingertips moving from my ribcage to the sides of my neck, his cool fingers gliding merrily along my bare skin. 

I blushed so hard, I was sure my whole body must be red. 

“AAAHAHAhahahaha!” I squealed, reaching my hands up to protect myself. I could feel moisture beginning to bead in the corners of my eyes. Avery's fingertips tickled so much, it was like an eclipse for my mind, blocking out any thoughts and leaving only the delicious torture of sensation. 

Avery stopped, looking down at me with concern. 

“You're starting to cry, are you okay?” He asked, his brow furrowed as he reached out to cup my hot cheek in his soft palm, gently wiping my tear with his thumb. 

“Hehehe… I'm okay, Avery… I cry when I laugh sometimes,” I said, placing my hand reassuringly over his. His cold skin was a relief, as I was already starting to sweat. 

“Hmm… if you do things like cry, and say ‘stop’ out of instinct, how will I know when you're ready for me to really stop?” 

“Aheh, well… time for some vocabulary, I guess. That's called a safeword, but safewords don't always work with this, because sometimes you're laughing so hard you can't get it out. I've found it's better to tap out,” I showed him by tapping my fingers on the couch, “but it's always good to check periodically, too.”

“What other words should I know?”

“Well… there is ‘ler’, which means someone who likes to ‘teekay’ other people, and ‘lee’, someone who likes to be ‘teekayed’.” 

“So… does that mean you're a lee?” 

I chuckled; my turn to smirk. 

“No, I'm the ‘secret third thing’ – a switch. Someone who likes both.” 

“O-Oh.” Avery blushed exquisitely. 

“You wanna give it a try?” 

“It does seem like fun…” 

My heart was pounding. “Why don't we move to the bed, then? You can't really stretch out on this couch like I can. You'll be more comfortable there.”

“Hehe… lead on, dewdrop.” 

[khaleesiofalicante]

Okay, so I got NO work and No writing done today. The weather was too cozy so I just drank lots of tea and listened to music hehe.

So, instead of an LMCH or LBAF update, you get a glimpse into the Lightwood-Bane family in the RWRB AU. I'm so excited for you to all to meet them next week (?).

What was that mean tweet he read at the Jimmy Kimmel interview last year? 

President Lightwood’s family looks like the cover of a diversity brochure of a community college. 

Max had laughed out loud so hard that he almost fell off the chair. Because despite being mean, it was absolutely hilarious and you gotta give credit where credit is due. 

Despite this kind of criticism, the Lightwood-Banes used their diversity to their advantage. They each had their own strength and a target group they controlled. 

Dad, who was called the Orion of the Democratic Party - for his targeted initiatives and unmissable victories. His father, if he set his mind to something, always saw it through. Dad had the rich people and the white people and especially the rich white people under his thumb. The Lightwoods were famous long before Dad wanted to become president, so it also helped that their family came from old money and had friends in all the right places. 

Bapak, who was nicknamed Saint Magnus, is kind of like a modern-day Mother Theresa – perfectly balancing Dad’s straightforward and no-bullshit personality with soft smiles and gentle words. Bapak, who used to be a refugee himself, got most of the minority votes –including racial minorities and second-gen immigrants. He was very appealing to the liberals - especially the activists and the scholars and the feminists.

People liked Dad. But people were in love with Bapak. 

Well, not all of them, obviously. 

Just because they have a gay president now, it doesn’t homophobia was dead and equality is achieved. 

This is still the real world. 

Rafael, who had dubbed America’s Future, is the visionary among them. Because what Rafael lacked in experience, he made up more than enough with his passion. Despite spending all his free time with bapak, if there’s any, and hogging all of bapak’s attention like the unapologetically selfish asshole he is, Rafael is a mini-Dad. Max, who grew up with the man, saw it a long time ago. But the people started to see it too. 

However, while Dad had the upper class covered, Rafe wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty – not literally though. Bapak taught him to protect his cuticles. 

Rafe is one with the people of the working class. He got his first part-time job at the local diner when he was in middle school, he volunteered for everything damn charity project under the sun during high school and by the time he was in college, he was already helping Dad with his next campaign. 

While the rest of his family worked really hard to earn these titles and support, Max had barely done anything at all. He, anointed and appointed as ‘America’s Sweetheart, by the people themselves, just needed to be himself. A sweetheart. 

It wasn’t the press the gave him the name. Max’s target demographic is Gen Z and the name turned into a thing shortly after someone random person on TikTok made an edit of him to Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince. 

He’s fine it. Honestly, it’s much better than being called America’s Future. Yikes. 

Since Max’s key demographic is chronically online and would rather die than go out, much of the work he does is also online. This means he needs to have a consistent social media presence and do the allocated number of livestreams every week and meet the expected number of social media reach every day. 

It’s a little exhausting. But it’s nothing compared to what Rafael does, which is to do real work in the real world. 

But there you have it. 

The First Family of the United States of America. 

The Orion, Saint Magnus, America’s Future, and America’s Sweetheart.

[imdayyydreaming]

wwdits season 6: why laszlo's science experiments might just be a metaphor, and how they've hidden the cure to vampirism in plain sight (or here's how everyone will find a beautiful existence, eternal or not)

laszlo's science experiments largely failed. by the end of the season, he had come nowhere near figuring out why guillermo's transformation had been stymied or how to complete it, even though the real answers were so simple.

but one experiment didn't fail, and that was using guillermo's sweat to go out into the sun and survive. guillermo's sweat stopped the sun from taking full effect on vampiric skin, and here was our first hint. here, also, is what laszlo did right. guillermo's sweat had this property, not because he wasn't a full vampire, but for the reason he wasn't a full vampire: his van helsing dna.

laszlo, by using guillermo's sweat, began to understand that it had a property to fight off the vampirism of his undead skin enough for him to survive, even though his skin did still burn. so, if merely applying guillermo's sweat could allow a vampire to defy their nature and go out in to sunlight, what could a stronger substance do? a substance like blood?

so, this is what i think. guillermo's van helsing blood, if enough is taken in, could be the cure to vampirism. it would reverse all vampiric properties until none remained. sure, guillermo eventually did turn, but his body put up a good fight against it and it only happened after guillermo had actively drunk human blood.

the vampires, particularly nandor, seem to be tiring of vampirism. he arranged for guillermo to be given a choice, one that it has been heavily implied he was not given with "vampirism is a curse", etc, etc. so if the direction of the show is not for guillermo to become a vampire, it might just be for nandor to become a human.

nandor, who has seen laszlo experimenting all season. nandor, who saw laszlo restore life to colin robinson after all his energy was drained. here's where the metaphor comes in- it's laszlo's energy transfer machine.

it can transfer the energy to bring someone back to life, but it cannot bring back the person who transferred the energy and died as a result. therefore, laszlo cannot make someone a full vampire through science (bringing back someone already dead at the hands of the machine) but he sure as hell can bring any other dead person back to life, and so can reverse vampirism with his experiments.

so, i think we're going to see nandor become further disillusioned with an eternal existence pretty much straight away in season 6. it's as the baron said- "with the right company, it can be beautiful". nandor will not have the right company. nandor will not have guillermo, who he gave the choice to become human again to. as we expected, we saw nandor remove guillermo's vampirism, but against what we all thought, he didn't do it out of spite and instead did it out of love.

this is just going to grow in season 6. nandor and guillermo's relationship will finally get the chance to blossom when nandor asks the question that season 5's ending made inevitable: if not to become a vampire, why are you staying? guillermo's answer will be because they are a family. he loves all the vampires, wants to be close with them, no matter whether he is human or vampire. but the one he loves the most is actually nandor.

at this point, or maybe sometime before, nandor will realise exactly how much love he holds for guillermo and exactly what type of love that is. this will be the final catalyst to him realising that he no longer wants to be a vampire. he wants to spend the rest of his existence with guillermo, but most importantly, he just wants to be a human again.

then, he is going to laszlo, who will eventually realise that guillermo's blood is the cure. guillermo will give his blood to nandor to drink, only after making absolutely sure that nandor is making a decision he truly wants to make. in other words, giving nandor a choice in becoming human that he never got when he was turned into a vampire. the same choice nandor gave him. here, we will see them truly equal.

they will be humans, together, going out into the world and no longer existing in the shadows. nadja and laszlo will likely stay vampires- they do have the right company that the baron described, and the only time nadja showed an inclination to have anything other than immortality was when she was ignored by laszlo. the vampiric lifestyle suits them perfectly. nandor and guillermo, not so much.

this way, everyone gets their happy ending, and the show can conclude. this way, everyone has an existence, whether eternal or not, that they see as beautiful, in or out of the shadows.

[kimsohn]

maya can i request ''let's kiss, just to see what it's like'' for wonyoung

icarus . wonyoung x gn!reader about . 647 words, fluff warnings . none

"wonyoung, i have a question."

wonyoung rolls around, the bedsheets bunching around her as she drops her phone next to her and focuses her attention on you. her hair is all messy from all the shifting around she did while you both carried out your weekly movie night just moments prior, and you card your fingers through the ends of her hair to smooth it out as she nods for you to continue.

"what's so great about kissing? everyone around us has been talking about how great it is, but i honestly don't see the point."

the only response you get from wonyoung is a laugh, to which you frown at.

"hey! i'm being serious here."

"honestly y/n," she starts, slowing down her breathing, "i don't know why you're asking me this question. it's not like i would know, cause i've never kissed anyone either."

"oh," you realize, your hand releasing wonyoung's hair strands and coming to lay on your side, "well that's true, but so many people run after you. i feel like you'd know at least something good about it."

"the only thing i know about kissing is that gaeul recently had her first one. she told me it was terrible and that she would never kiss someone again. and i also know how cute andrew garfield's kiss was in the amazing spiderman. god, i wish spiderman was real—"

"okay okay, i get it. we're both clueless. but do you think it seems all that attractive? i feel like everyone puts so much build up on it."

"i don't know y/n, but to be honest, i've always wanted to experience what it's like."

and suddenly, the lightbulb goes off in your head.

"you know what? let's kiss, just to see what it's like."

wonyoung stares at you incredulously.

"are you crazy? we're best friends y/n, and i'm pretty sure best friends do not kiss."

"oh relax wonyoung, that's exactly why i suggested it! if we do end up kissing, it'll be consensual, and it'll be with a person we both trust. even if the kiss ends up going horribly, it won't affect us in any way other than maybe a little awkwardness."

she ponders over your words for a little bit, and you see the gears turning in her brain before she answers.

"okay then. come over here."

"wait— now? as in right now, because i don't even—"

she cuts you off by gently pressing her lips to yours, and for a few seconds, you both lay there silently, absolutely still, as if the world had pressed pause and you could do nothing but comply. mere milliseconds later (although it felt like eternity) is when she decides to move, softly pulling you closer as humanly possible, resting her free hand on the curve of your collarbone.

kissing wonyoung does not bring you fireworks, nor does it bring you butterflies. instead, it brings you the calm waves of an ocean, moving almost imperceptibly as the water spans farther and farther and father, meeting gazes with the sky for an eternity.

at this very moment, you feel like you are the sea and wonyoung is the sky. and god, if this is what the horizon feels like, you'd wish to stay there forever.

but the feeling breaks once she pulls back and deeply breathes, and suddenly she isn't the sky; she's just the sun, but she is so beautifully enticing in this very moment that you wish to be nothing but icarus, one who flies so close to the sun that ultimately becomes the last of their memories as they fall to their demise.

"can we," you start, hoping that wonyoung can see the longing in your eyes, "can we do that one more time?"

and there's nothing stopping you from becoming her icarus as she kisses you over, and over, and over again.

[yanderelovlies]

Dino anon at it again with the post work horny thoughts! Enjoy my dumb horny musings, courtesy of a boring ass day at work: Imagine Snake Hybrid!Jack! He is such a clingy little jackass, even more so than in canon. He just loves to snuggle your warm body and just to be close to you, and it doesn't help when he likes to occasionally flick his tongue in your face to smell you or smell whoever you've been around and become just a tad more jealous. He isn't a bad guy though! (At least, as far as you know) But if he gets a whiff that you're feeling rather horny? He is all over you in an instant, having you wrapped up in his coils as he bounces you on his cock... or both at the same time. >3c All you can hear is his moans and constant gasps of your name with praise for taking him so well. It's even worse when he is in heat. He barely lets you go in those few weeks! He is determined to fill you up with his love as much as he can/knock you up if it is possible! He isn't letting you go and his stamina just seems endless as he thrusts into your warm heat over and over again, making your belly bulge from both of his dicks and growling all sorts of naughty things. "Sunshine, do you see how well you take me? You're so full of my love, please, let me fill you up even more! I need you so badly, please, let me give you more! Let me fill you up, make you full and grow fat with our babies, our own little sunspots of our own, please!" He is basically begging to nothing but thin air when he cums inside of you again, and your belly bulges more from another load of his cum inside of you. It isn't long before he is hard again and going at it yet again... And if he does knock you up? Jack is absolutely over the moon about it... if not a little melancholy at first as if he never got to experience this before. He didn't, before meeting you. But that feeling dies down as your stomach grows and the little sunspot you made starts moving and kicking, a sure fire sign that this is real. He's so overjoyed as he thinks about it again, with you wrapped in his loving but protective coils, one dick inside of you (the other isn't, he doesn't want to risk hurting you or the baby!) as you make love yet again, both hands intertwined and his mouth sucking on your milky breasts as he savors such a divine taste. Jack is so ready to meet your little sun spot once they were ready to be born. He was sure it was more then one, but you were sure it was only one. Even so, he was so happy, and you were as well. Maybe you'd have more in the future. The more the merrier, right? -Dino Anon

DDDDDDIIIINNNNOOOOOO HOLY FUCK

Come here and let me give you kiss for blessing me with such beautiful writing

[friendlyfaded]

insanely soft sam and darlin’ headcanons that definitely aren’t inspired by real life at all—

sam gets so incredibly flustered by cheesy romantic shit. darlin’ finds this out early on in their relationship and makes full use of this fact to get sam blushing bright red and laughing nervously. they once compared his eyes to the moon and it took them half an hour to get him to stop hiding his face in his hands.

every once in a while, sam will ask (read: lovingly demand) darlin’ to send him a picture of the inside of their fridge. if it isn’t adequately stocked, he will drag their ass to the nearest grocery store as soon as the sun is down.

the first time sam went to darlin’s place after they started dating, darlin’ wrapped one of their flannels around his shoulders. sam refused to take it off the whole time he was there.

darlin’ has a million cute pet names for sam that they only really use when they’re alone. sam’s favorites are angel and cher.

darlin’ is absolutely ready to fight anyone if sam asks them to. he never would, obviously, but they’re more than willing. it’s because of this that sam hasn’t ever brought them to certain places with him, because he knows there are people at those places that darlin’ would go after without hesitation because of his past experiences with them.

sam loves to play with darlin’s hair. he thinks it’s soft and nice to run his fingers through. darlin’ always melts into it and presses their head into his hand. he also loves that when he tugs gently on the hair at the base of their scalp, he can get darlin’ to whine, although they’ll vehemently deny it.

most of the time when sam manages to fluster darlin’, they turn the tables on him by being blunt. he’ll be complimenting them and showering them with love, and they’ll turn it around with “i’ve literally never felt more connected and in love with anyone before in my life” and sam bluescreens from the sheer sentiment.

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Pleased to show off my finished card and badges for the @guardianbingo! Thank you so much for organizing this. I had an absolute blast coming up with ways to fill all the prompts. I don't think I have ever been as productive in fandom as I have been in the past year, and it's all thanks to you and this wonderful event ❤️❤️❤️ I'm sad it's over, but I am so so happy that I got to participate!

The story will keep on going indeed.

List of all my creations, with links and descriptions, under the cut:

B1 – Bears Art of bear!Shen Wei napping on the couch with his head in Zhao Yunlan's lap.

B2 – Role reversal Raw: novel-canon fic in which the Ghost Slayer's ghostly side comes out, and Zhao Yunlan takes care of him for once.

B3 – Alternate first meetings Exchange: fic in which a young Zhao Yunlan approaches Hei Pao Shi with an impossible request.

B4 – Powers Reconnections: fic in which Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei struggle with the traume of returning to life after canon, and a desperate Dixingren takes matters into her own hands.

I2 – One bed Art of Shen Wei, Zhao Yunlan and Da Qing curled up in bed.

I4 – Guo Changcheng Learning curve: fic in which Guo Changcheng struggles with his new job, and professor Shen gives unexpected advice.

I5 – Cooking Art of Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan preparing for an SID team dinner.

N1 – Alliance Reconnections chapter 5.

N2 – Summer to bring the sun down to his knees and have him taste the rainbow: Zhubai RPF fic that is an hommage to the sun and to love.

N3 – Free square Art of Shen Wei as Hei Pao Shi wrapped in Christmas lights.

N4 – Students The grace of care: fic in which Shen Wei isn't coping, and neither is Jiajia, but they figure things out together.

G1 – Revelations The shared art of drowning: Zhubai RPF fic in which I wax poetic about Zhu Yilong from Bai Yu's perspective.

G2 – Saving the world Reconnections, chapter 6.

G3 – Sofa The starlight after rain: fic in which Cheng Xinyan takes care of Shen Wei after the infamous rain scene.

G4 – Kitchen The easy part: fic in which Zhao Yunlan cleans the kitchen after the equally infamous kitchen scene.

O1 – Alternate Universe Art of a verse in which everything is the same, except Shen Wei wears heart-shaped glasses.

O2 – Interrogation Art of Da Qing who definitely doesn't know where all the fish snacks went.

O3 – Flirt Petrichor: fic in which Da Qing is witness to Zhao Yunlan flirting with Hei Pao Shi.

O4 – Betrayal Art of the bag of sugar-free lollipops that is the reason why Shen Wei is not allowed to do the shopping alone anymore.

O5 – Light Twi(n)light: fic in which Shen Wei and Chu Shuzhi get to know each other, and come to an agreement.

Bonus Prompts

March – Take a leap A painted face, a window to the soul: Zhubai RPF in which they meet Ni Ni, and an experiment takes place.

May – Acceptance Art of Weilan's final promise in the void.

June – Twins Art of Shen Wei definitely coping with his brother's death just fine.

August – Constellations Measured, charted, seen: sequel to the starlight after rain, in which Shen Wei learns and teaches about stars, and Cheng Xinyan goes on that camping trip anyway.

September – Moon Art of Kunlun and Shen Wei on the cliff under the moonlight.

October – Disguise Art of novel!Shen Wei showing Zhao Yunlan his real face.

December – Renewal The light of new beginnings: fic in which Zhao Yunlan watches Shen Wei sunbathe, reflects on the meaning of light, and they make a promise to step into a bright new future, together.