#this is the first time i've done one of these

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

A Dance Through Time

This took me about two months to finish and it's the biggest piece I've ever done. Inspiration came while I was listening to Fast Car by Tracy Chapman one day, and the vision of Hunter and Omega swaying to the rhythm together came to life before my eyes. Listening to it more brought a realization that some parts of the song fit the story of these two almost perfectly, taking them on a journey from the very first episode of the show to the day peace is restored in the galaxy - like the first verse talking about their beginnings and the second one describing the struggles of living from job to job that we see in season 2. But the core of the story - of the show, of this duo, and of these characters separately - can be brought down to these four lines:

You got a fast car

Is it fast enough so we can fly away?

We gotta make a decision

Leave tonight or live and die this way

In case Tumblr messes with the quality, you can find the separate pieces, in order, under the cut.

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these are observations i've made due to people i've been around and celebrity charts i have looked at x

♇ scorpio placements like to be praised for everything they've done.

♇ online personalities who have really loud personas usually have a sag placements, ex berleezy, trap celeb, oli london, ekane etc...

♇ during a solar return chart having a stellium or more than 4+ planets in your 1h means you will REALLY be in your head, might face a lot of mental challenges.

♇ people with beneficial planets in their 9h ex jupiter or venus, specifically, usually do okay within in education, like no matter how back they are, they always pass

♇ pisces placements can RAMBLE and talk for a long time without actually saying anything.

♇ pisces mars men, the worst. the ones i've come across usually don't know what they want. but pisces mars women >>>

♇ aries degrees, specifically the 13th degree could insinuate you could be the first person to do something. janice dickson has the 25th degree and she is known as the first supermodel, beverly johnson has the 1st degree and is known as the first black supermodel, eva is the first black woman to win america's next top model and she has the 13th degree.

♇ sagittarius placements... laughing and smiling for no reason...

♇ leo moons and having hair that grows fast. for example, my brother and my nephew are both leo moons and they can cut their hair and a month later it grows back to their shoulders. i believe this could apply to 5H moons.

♇ those who have their 12h ruler conj or positively aspect their moon do become famous, [moon rules over audience] ariana grande has moon conj venus and megan has moon conj mars. if there's a negative aspect, it is still a fame indicator, but they would like get their fame after, for example chapelle roan who has moon square mercury.

♇ a lot of cancer asc men are insecure. the ones i know pity themselves so much too.

♇ much sag sun women like to dance, could be sag in big 6 + jupiter as well

♇ a fixed sign specifically scorpio in the 11h is a strong indicator of having a big online platform. but the one that is stronger than that is having moon in the 11h, most people that have this placement or even cancer in the 11h told me that they have a big platform.

♇ people with saturn or lilith in the 7h might be put into uncomfortable situations with their friend and their friends s/o, like their s/o might always likes them.

♇ uranus in 3h people might like to make up languages? or learn new ones

♇ your jupiter persona chart can talk to you about your future spouse as jupiter is the main planet to look at when it comes to your wife/husband.

♇ nara smith has jupiter in cancer and her spouse is very domestic and traditional, he even helped her give birth to their newest child, whimsy lou.

♇ dove cameron has a gemini ascendant with the 12th degree [pisces degree] probably why people say she has so many faces, she also has a heavy 8h which points to she got many procedures, khloe kardashian has a gemini moon and is also said to have many faces, also have pluto in the 8h.

♇ scorpio placements really dont like it when you enter their room all the time.

♇ a lot of dhanistha moon women have upturned eyes, or like to wear eyelashes that give them that look.

♇ people who have moon in the 11h do friend-crush a lot.

♇ aries venuses are the type to hate the people they crush on, their feelings can be quick changing but it is still intense!

♇ the reason some virgo and cancer ascendants are normally confused with each other is because they both have cat faces.

♇ its funny that when jupiter in taurus was at its peak which is the 29th degree, chef-influencers became more known on social media.

♇ people with a strong sag+virgo combination could be obsessed with perfecting their future

♇ people with scorpio/aries in their chart are likely to become alcoholics.

♇ saturn in cancer natives are likely to be less submissive to men.

♇ people with moon in the 11h or have cancer in their 11h tend to have big followers online [can work if the ruler of your 11h is in cancer]

♇ the "rumours" are true, aries venuses do get disinterested pretty quickly.

♇ the 6H in astrology can tell you what kind of skills you have, for example, if you have a venusian ruled 6H [Libra, Taurus, Venus in 6H], you could be talented a makeup, fashion etc.

+ the kalogeras sisters have leo/sun influence in their chart and they're known for their curly hair, [leo rules the mane].

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[rosesaints]

REQUEST PLEASE- no but november with yuuji and yuuta

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ I CAN'T TAKE IT, I'M IMPATIENT, TELL ME, BABY .ᐟ

̀➛ with yuuta okkotsu, yuji itadori, and megumi fushiguro .ᐟ

summary how the jjk men handle no nut november, or a month of no sex! cw college au! aged up characters, f!reader, no sorcery, f!reader, unprotected sex, overstimulation, oral f! receiving, teasing, handjobs, penetrative sex

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . yuuta okkotsu LASTS 4—5 DAYS .ᐟ

yuuta tries his best, he really does, but he just didn't expect that you'd make it so hard. when you first suggested the idea to him, a whole month of having to go without your touch, forbidden to even touch himself, he wanted to protest but one angelic coo of his name and he was putty in your fingers. "it'll be worth it, i promise," your voice is sincere, but the twinkling gleam in your eyes say otherwise.

of course, you start small, so as to not overwhelm him, lingering just a bit longer in his periphery, looking at him in a way that you know gets him all hot and bothered, delighting in the way he flushes a pretty shade of pink from head to toe at how unashamed you're being.

you wanted him to crack within a day, but yuuta's tougher than you thought. it doesn't mean that he's invincible, however, and you've caught him muttering curses under his breath, fiddling with his collar in an attempt to escape how you're driving him insane.

from there, you just amplify your efforts. short skirts that threaten to reveal perfectly innocent undergarments that you know he adores, low necklines that force him to maintain eye contact with you, only to have to avert his eyes entirely to stop focusing on the way you chew on the plump bottom of your lip.

you would almost think your efforts were in vain, but the way he walks away from you at times, as if in a grievous amount of pain and just barely able to restrain himself brings you an immense amount of satisfaction. your prim, collected yuuta, coming apart at the seams and the thought of him finally, finally giving in has you all hot and bothered in turn.

on the fifth day, you get downright mean. you wore a white top under the guise of matching with him, only to "accidentally" spill water all over your front, showing off yuuta's favorite, a lacy white bra that's adorned with a pretty pink bow. you watch as his eyes widen, and something seems to crack.

ever the gentleman, he offers you his own white button-up and you're so grateful, so lucky to have such a caring boyfriend and you know you've got him hook, line, and sinker when he excuses both of you to go back to his dorm, not even bothering with a half-formed, believable lie.

once he's got the door to his dorm closed, he's got you pressed up against the wall, groaning and pressing so, so close to you and you can feel him, hard and hot and heavy against your stomach. "o-oh!"

"i'm done with this game," yuuta pants, pressing his forehead against yours, feverish with need. "i... i need to fuck you now. i've missed you so much, please, please, just let me," he hisses when you press your hand against him, cupping him just to feel. "i-i'll be so good, i'll make it worth it."

he cums within seconds under your grasp, jerking him off in the entryway of his dorm, gasping and eyes shut closed as he ruts against the smooth palm of your hand, painting your arm and his button-up that you're wearing with his cum.

"can we... can we go again?"

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . yuuji itadori LASTS 2 HOURS .ᐟ

"are you sure about this?"

yuuji's always been so needy, practically attached to your hip, prone to pouting and becoming moody when you deprive him of your pussy for even one night, who undoubtedly has the highest sex drive out of anyone else you know. that's why you're shocked when he suggests participating in no nut november.

his voice was still upbeat and excited then, thrilled at the idea of prolonging his need for you. "c'mon babe, it'll be a fun challenge," yuuji grinned. "besides, there's this thing called destroy dick december that todo told me about—"

if he even makes it to december. "fine. but i'm holding you to it. no sex for the entire month. not even by yourself." that last part was a little unnecessary, you know that ever since you started dating, he hasn't been able to cum from his hands alone, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

to his credit, yuuji's face doesn't even waver at your harsh words, which makes you raise an eyebrow. maybe you judged him a little too soon.

a couple hours later, you're getting ready in his bathroom for another sleepover, minding your business and brushing your teeth when yuuji snakes up behind you, strong hands skirting underneath the hem of his shirt, sending kisses down the side of your neck.

you groan. "yuuji, you promised, remember—"

yuuji hums in respond, nibbling and sucking at your skin enough to make you gasp, a rough, padded finger going to pinch and squeeze one of your hardened nipples. "it's called no nut november, right? i mean, technically i can still, y'know, do things, i just can't cum!"

god, he was a menace. but you let him push you up on the counter and sink to his knees anyway, his greedy hands already pulling your panties down and sniffing your cunt, moaning when he discovers you're already so soaked. "see? knew she missed me, can't leave my girl hanging."

it's been less than a day, but okay.

"o—oh! yuuji, yuuji, oh my god, mmmf! feels s' good, oh—" one thing about yuuji is that he knows how to worship your pussy just right. minutes later, you're breathless as he licks a hot, wet stripe up your cunt and sucks particularly hard on your clit, eyes shutting closed at the overflow of sensations.

he's got two fingers scissoring inside you simultaneously, and you can hear how wet you are, how you're dripping down to his hand. distantly, you can also hear him chuckling under his breath. "you close, baby?"

"m—mhm! o—o—oh! right there, right there, god, don't stop!" you cum with a broken wail, grinding further down his face until the aftershocks pass and you slump against the wall, content and satisfied until you see the look on his face. "what?"

yuuji's sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to avoid eye contact with you. "so... i may have already lost no nut november..."

no way. "no way."

"she just tasted so good! couldn't help it, besides," he's back to his usual, cheery self as he ascends to meet your height, surrounding you on the bathroom counter with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "now that that's over, means we can go again!"

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . megumi fushiguro LASTS UP UNTIL THE VERY LAST MINUTE .ᐟ

quite frankly, megumi thinks the whole thing is stupid. he's not some wild, untamed animal who can't control himself, he's not like a certain pink-haired individual who can't keep his hands to himself. he has restraint and manners and a little reprieve from fucking you, even though it's so fucking good, he can tolerate at the expense of proving you wrong.

at least, that's what he originally thought.

you bring it up to him during a chill date night, tangled up in each other on your cozy futon while watching one of your guys' comfort shows and it's one of his favorite past times, arms lazily wrapped around you.

at some point in the movie, he's abandoned the plot altogether and has one hand starting to snake down your shorts, and you giggle, pressing kisses to the side of his face. yes, you've already fucked twice that day, but he wants you for the third time. "hm, so needy for me again?"

"n....no! i'm not... i'm just... whatever! i'm just the normal amount of needy for you."

your voice in his ears, teasing and lilting. "oh yeah? bet ya can't last a whole month without me."

"you're on."

the first week is fine, if not a bit jittery. megumi snaps a bit harsher than he should when someone merely asks him a simple question, and he still enjoys your presence, studying side by side and grabbing lunch together.

the second week is when he starts to grow restless with need, gnawing at the inside of his cheek when he picks you up to walk you to class and you're still in your pajamas, sleepy and eyes barely trying to stay open. he thinks he might just combust at your doorstep when your voice, still laced with sleep, asks if he wants to come in and cuddle for a bit.

oh god, his dick instantly gets rock hard, and he has to mutter a thousand half-baked excuses, escaping your dorm in a hurry and leaving you confused.

during the third week, he's like a man starved, so much touchier and needier, but still refusing to concede even though you can tell how much he desperately wants you. "so stubborn."

on the last week, he's counting down the days until he can prove you wrong even though he's racked with so much nervous and boundless energy, practically attached to your hip but still refusing to lose.

when it reaches the last day, he can almost see the finish line, and he feels lighter than he's ever been for the whole month, so of course he obliges when you ask if he wants to go with you to a little house party yuuji's throwing.

megumi's situated on your futon, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, when you walk out of your bathroom, beaming and excited and all dolled up in the way he likes your hair and makeup, but your dress, an absolutely criminal dress that hugs your curves just right, is what pushes him over the breaking point.

"we're not going to that party."

so maybe you won, but when megumi cums for the first time all month, with you reduced to a puddle of moans and helpless, needy pleas, dress hiked up to your hips and bent over your coffee table as he pounds into you like he'd die if he doesn't make a home out of you, he feels like losing never felt so sweet.

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[thornsnvultures]

18+ nsft pegging Eddie, oral, lots of bodily fluids and fluffy emotions, some performance anxiety, 1.6k words

afab!plus size!reader (no gendered nicknames or body descriptions beyond genitalia, r has chronic pain)

inspo by @raccoonboywrites 🖤 perv (affectionate)

"It's fine, I promise. You're doing great," Eddie smiled back at you over his shoulder. His hair, what of it wasn't twisted up in a messy bun, curled at his nape and forehead, slick with sweat. You wanted to swipe away one of the locks curled next to his twinkling eyes, feel his flushed skin beneath your fingertips, but Eddie was getting restless.

"It feels so good, baby. You're doing so good." He bit his lip and arched back against you some more, pressed into your hand gripping his backside. "Please don't stop."

Your breath caught in your chest and you nodded. Biting your lip as your fingers returned to his slicked up hole, you circled his rim with two fingers before pushing in slowly. Eddie relaxed against the intrusion, exhaling as he sucked you in. You'd tease him for how easy he was, how soft and open for your touch, if he didn't look so pretty while he did it. His eyes rolled back as they fluttered shut. A slight twinge at his brow when you pushed a little further, but only for a second before he was panting again. Light little puffs of wanting as you stroked a hand up his spine, slick with sweat.

"Is that good?" You asked when your fingers found a rhythm. The twist and push of Eddie's hips against your hand gave you your answer but you needed to hear it out loud.

"Yes, yes, yes. So good," Eddie groaned into the mattress. "Deeper, baby, fuck me."

You'd give him deeper, but for now you wanted him to beg for it. It was selfish, the way your fingers twisted as he pleaded with you for more, more, more. Your clit pulsed with every whine, stretching him out as you became wetter by the second. 

"Are you ready?" You whispered, your hand still and stuck inside as you leaned over to press a kiss to his spine.

"Ready. So, so ready. Please, angel."

Slowly, you slid your fingers free, watching as he clenched around nothing. Like his hole was begging you to come back. Eddie caught his breath as you got ready, silently willing himself not to come at just the sound of you tightening on your strap. You could tell by the way his dick kicked, hanging between his thighs, and his balls twitched and drew up tight that he was having a hard time.

A soothing hand stroked his flushed cheek as you poured a copious amount of lube on your bright purple appendage.

"You ready?" There was a slight hesitation to your voice. The two of you had done this once before and thoroughly enjoyed it, but there was still a twinge of doubt in your mind that this time would be different. This time you wouldn't do it right, would get the angle wrong, your back pain would flare up and you'd have to stop. Your mind raced as you stroked the lube over your thick, fake cock. Thoughts moving so fast you didn't hear Eddie respond at first.

"Angel, it's okay," Eddie grabbed your wrist and gave it a little shake. Those big, sweet brown eyes looking back at you lovingly. Trusting you. Letting you see this part of him, trusting you to take care of him. You wanted to make him feel good. So good.

You nodded and lined up, pressed slowly into his tight heat. Eddie groaned into the mattress again, longer and louder this time, panting with the sensation of being filled to the brim. You rubbed the base of his spine once you were in all the way and gave him a second to settle and adjust.

"This deep enough?," you teased.

"Fuck me," Eddie choked out.

"I am," you smiled softly, finally giving in to the urge to brush the curls from his face. Eddie's eyes fluttered open and he smiled back at you. You leaned down and kissed him slow, savoring the way he panted into your mouth as your hips ground down into his.

"Please, angel. Need you," Eddie whined against your lips.

"I've got you," you said as you pulled away. Eddie watched, dazed and red-faced as you pulled out slowly. Once you were almost all the way out you reapplied more lube, the squirting of the bottle almost obscene in his quiet room.

Snapping the bottle shut and tossing it aside, you gripped Eddie's hips and nudged back in slow. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched his face for signs of discomfort, but there was nothing but aching bliss. Eddie's eyes lidded and heavy, his breath coming in short, sweet pants, mumbling his praise. How good you felt, how much he loved you, how lucky he was to have you inside him.

"Harder, please," he whined between punctuating slaps of skin against skin.

So you gripped his trim waist harder, pressing him into a deeper arch, angling his body how you wanted. Eddie loved you like this. Using him, tearing into him, finding that punishing spot deep inside that had him leaking all over his sheets. He cried out, eyes wet with unshed tears.

"Please, please, please. Gonna come, angel. Please let me come."

Eddie sobbed when you reached under him to grab his cock, giving it just a few sharp tugs before he came with a shout.

"That's it, baby. Come on my cock."

Eddie panted, shuddering out his release. He whined as you slid out slowly, staying up on his knees to avoid laying in his mess. He looked so pretty, presenting his sloppy hole for you like this. Cock covered in come, all loose and open, not caring how he looked in this moment.

It drove you insane. The trust he held in you. You loved him so fucking much and you told him so before bending over to press a kiss to his cheeks. Eddie twitched and moaned when your tongue explored his reddened flesh, swirling around his hole and trailing down his sensitive sac.

"Angel, fuck. Too much," he whined.

"Just a taste, Eddie," you whispered, trailing your tongue down the ridge on the underside of his softening cock. You opened your mouth to suck on his tip. Eddie shouted and tried to squirm away, but you held tight to his hip, lapping up the last of his release before letting go with a pop.

"You're evil. Pure fucking evil," Eddie groaned.

"What happened to 'angel'?," you laughed as Eddie turned over and pulled you with him, narrowly missing the wet spot. Your legs were jelly, your back starting to ache from exertion.

"A fallen angel then, a devil sent to ruin me," Eddie grinned, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead as he wrapped his arms around you.

"I'll take it," you hummed.

Eddie sat up and gave you a brief kiss. More of his curls were mussed up and free of his hair tie, framing his pretty face. He helped you slide your harness off and tossed it off the bed to be cleaned later.

"Not it," you giggled at his exasperated face when you touched the tip of your nose.

"So first you obliterate my asshole and now you won't even clean up the scene of the crime? Just cruel. Cruelest angel I've ever met," Eddie complained dramatically. His arms flexed as he tugged you down the bed, ignoring your peals of laughter as he settled you where he wanted you. Eddie shouldered his way between your legs.

"You're lucky I like it when you're mean to me," Eddie hummed against your soaked folds. He grabbed your hand, placing it on his head where you instinctively sunk your fingers into his sweaty locks. "Grab hard if it's too much," he said as he kissed and licked at your sensitive flesh, nosing his way to your clit. "Doesn't mean I'll stop, just wanna know if I'm doing a good job."

Eddie grinned at your slack jawed face and laughed when you smacked the side of his head. A second later you gripped his hair just like he said as he sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking fast and hard over the sensitive nub.

"Fuck, Eddie, right there," you shouted, your thighs shaking. You were already so close, gripping him tight. Eddie just moaned against you, humming the sweetest vibrations. His big hands gripped your thighs, calloused fingers digging into them as he buried his face deeper. Shaking his head back and forth as he nuzzled in close. You stared at each other, watching Eddie's eyes flutter as he tasted you, the same way they did when you filled him up with your cock. Pure fucking bliss. You tugged on his hair so hard you thought you'd pull the roots from his scalp, but Eddie kept going until you were screaming. Hips bucking and thighs trembling under his hands as you screamed through your release. Eddie didn't stop until your tremors did, licking you clean. His face was covered in your slick, chin and cheeks shiny like the mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

"So I did a good job?"

You laughed and pushed at his head, boneless and tired. "Yes, you dork."

"Good," Eddie kissed you and you kissed him back, not caring about the mess. "You were amazing too, angel. I love you."

"You're such a sap," you teased with no heat behind it. Eddie laid down on you, his head on your tummy. "I love you too, Eddie Munson."

"Ooh, full name. Should I write my vowels?"

"Like you don't have them written already," you scoffed. "How's your butt, dork?"

You ran your fingers lightly through his hair, scratching at his scalp.

"A little sore, but I'm fine," Eddie smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your tummy. Soon you'd both get up and clean sheets and shower, but all that could wait. You'd never felt more complete.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

BANG-ABLE | Jeon Jungkook One Shot | Teaser

Summary: You've been single for way too long and you're done with causal sex and all the drama that comes along with it...so why not try something new? Pairing: f!reader x Sex Bot Jungkook (idk man 😂) Warnings: Smut and Explicit language (obvi lmao) a/n: I've been working on this for a while and I wanted to put out a teaser to see how well something like this would be received. It probably won't be going up for another two weeks or so since I'm trying to keep to a more manageable posting schedule so I hope you'll look forward to it! Feel free to comment down below if you'd like to be tagged! P.s. Ava is her best friend but it's pretty obvious lmao

"'How to bang your robot' sounds very informative" Ava giggles and I scoff, "That's not what it says dummy" I groan, thumbing through the manual until I find the most important piece of information, how to turn him on...well power him up so to say. The other part I guess I'll figure out later on when we're alone, although I'm sure she would love to watch.

I don't think I'll ever be able to understand how she can talk about things like sex so openly but I guess that's part of her twisted charm.

I brush some of the hay-like packaging off of him so the both of us can finally see what he looks like and my breath hitches once his face comes into view.

"I did a good job huh?" she says while elbowing me in the side, groaning when she hits the new tattoo I got on my ribcage the other day. "Oh shit I'm sorry! I forgot!" she says, apologizing but I brush it off as an accident and go back to inspecting him.

After taking more of the packaging off I finally find where his on switch is, which happens to be on his peck. "Really? I haven't even turned him on and I already have to violate him?" I say, hesitating for a second and then just rip the bandaid off so to say and lift his shirt up.

"Damn those abs are drool worthy" Ava whistles and I wack her in the arm, "You're not helping" I groan and find the plate that is covering the on switch, looking between him and her, contemplating on if I should go for it or not.

She nods her head, urging me to do it and after a second or two I give in and flip the switch quickly and fix his shirt so he's all covered up again. He might be a robot but I still think he deserves to be treated with respect.

Even if his whole purpose is to just fuck me senseless.

We both watch for a second and hear a few of the mechanisms start to move about before he takes his first breath. Well...kinda.

He opens his eyes and blinks a few times and I know for a fact that Ava hit it right on the head in her description. She knows me too well at this point if she was able to create a Mr. Right for me with a few clicks on her keyboard.

That or he's just very attractive to begin with.

He looks around for a second before turning his head towards me, our eyes locking for the first of many times and I can already feel my cheeks start to heat up. 'I'm fucked'

[katsu28]

first time for everything

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: a lot of things were in the cards for oscar’s first home race. he just wasn’t expecting confessing his love for you to be one of them. (3.3k)

warnings: maybe a swear word idk

a/n: my first oscar fic! not sure if i've got his personality down quite yet but hopefully i've done him justice :)

“You’re nervous.” 

Oscar tore his attention from his phone camera, where he was messing with the swoop of his hair for what had to be the fifth time. He shook his head, though you could probably see right through him. “No, I’m not—I just didn’t sleep that well last night.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you were nervous for today.” 

“I’m fine.” 

“It’s okay to be nervous, Oscar. I’d be more worried if you weren’t.”

You were right, he was nervous about a lot of things—this weekend was his first home race, the first race you were able to attend during his time as a driver for McLaren. But the first thing he learned from competing at this level was to never let his nerves show. Put up a front, make it seem like he was cool as a cucumber so people wouldn’t doubt him, let his skills on the track do all the talking. 

Normally, Oscar was good about that. But you could see right through him. You knew him well enough to know how he was feeling and how to help, even if he himself didn’t quite understand it. 

The story of you and Oscar was quite the cliche, really. He knew of you through a friend of a friend and was instantly intrigued without even meeting you, managed to reach out, and the rest was history. 

You hadn’t even met each other face to face until a month into your constant texting, but when you did finally find the opportunity to meet up in person, it was like you’d both found the other half of yourselves in each other. While Oscar was more of a straight to the point, cut and dry kind of guy, you managed to bring him out of his shell a little bit, to get him to expand his horizons (within reason, of course). 

You were the opposite—always smiling, always happy to try new things, warm and sunshine-y and everything in between. Oscar toned you down without holding you back, reminded you to take a breather before immediately jumping into the next exciting thing, to enjoy what you had while you had it so you wouldn’t miss anything. 

He’d only just gained the courage to ask you out a few months back, but it only seemed fitting that you were here with him for his first race in front of his home crowd.

“It’s a lot to process.” Oscar admitted, letting his shoulders creep up towards his ears in a shrug. You leaned against him, looping an arm through the crook of his elbow and slipping your hand into his for a reassuring squeeze, pressing your chin against his bicep. “I just don’t wanna let anyone down, y’know? Wanna make everyone proud.” 

“You’re going to do great. I promise.” You said firmly, reaching up to push his hair into its perfect place. Oscar nuzzled into your touch on instinct, letting you cradle his cheek in the palm of your hand. Your thumb swept over his cheek a few times, lulling him into a sense of contentment. 

“Forget me. How are you feeling?”

“I’m excited! I’ve never done something like this before.” You replied, letting your hand drop. “And kinda nervous, but it’ll be fine, right?” 

“Yeah, ‘course it will.” 

“Have any sage words of wisdom for a first time paddock goer?” 

“Oh, you know me. Keep your head down, walk fast. There’s gonna be a lot of cameras, lots of fans, they’re all gonna want something from you. I’ll be with you as long as I can, so I’ll be there in case things start to get out of hand.” 

“Can I say hi to the fans?” 

“If you want to, yeah. They already love you.” 

That was another thing Oscar had to be worried about. Today was a day full of firsts, it felt like, because it was also the first time you’d be making your public debut as a couple. You’d already become a fan favorite when the two of you were just friends (two very mutually pining friends, no less), but making your relationship paddock official seemed daunting. 

Oscar wasn’t at all worried about what people would think. In fact, he didn’t really care. He was happier than he’d been in a long time and nothing would change that. What he was worried about was how you’d be treated. Oscar loved the fans, he really did, but there were always that handful who thought they knew him—knew what was best for him. Knew who was best for him. 

If he could protect you from any harm that could possibly be aimed your way, he’d do it in a heartbeat, but things could get so very unpredictable out there. The best he could do was keep you close. 

Your grip on Oscar’s hand tightened just the slightest bit at seeing the sheer amount of people outside the window. Noticing this, he rubbed his thumb along your knuckles soothingly. 

“You don’t have to come along.” He said softly. You tore your eyes away from the passing crowds to look at him. “There’s a back entrance, you can go through there.” 

“No, it’s alright! I’ll be fine.” 

“You sure? It’s okay if you're having second thoughts, sweetheart.” 

“I’m not, I promise. It’s kind of a lot, but nothing I can’t handle.” You said firmly, more for yourself than anything. Oscar squeezed your hand with a soft smile. “If you can do it, I can do it.” 

“There you go. You’ll be the star of the show. Everyone’ll be like Oscar Piastri who? There’s the most beautiful girl in the world, and just some guy.” 

You had to bite back a laugh at his words paired with the deadpan expression gracing his face. Oscar always seemed to know how to get you to relax. 

“Well, you’re the hottest just some guy I’ve ever seen.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling at how his fair skin immediately flamed hot under your lips. 

Despite your previous hesitation, you looked entirely in your element as you made the walk hand in hand, looking around with bright eyes and an even brighter smile. Oscar couldn't help but watch you take it all in, not bothering to mask the awe in his eyes as he did so. He wouldn’t be surprised if photos of him looking at you made it to fan Twitter by the end of the day. 

Oscar was whisked away as soon as you got through to hospitality, giving him barely enough time to say goodbye to you before he was shuttled to meeting after meeting, press conferences and pre race interviews, a thousand things to do in the few hours he had before he had to get ready for free practice. 

He was already exhausted by the time he made it back to his driver’s room, pushing open the door with a heaving sigh. You glanced up at the commotion he was making, smiling at him warmly and setting aside your phone.

“Hey, you,” You hummed, holding out your arms towards Oscar as soon as he closed the door behind him. 

“Hi.” Oscar sighed, folding you into his embrace as comfortably as he could in the cramped alcove. There was barely enough room for one person on the bench, let alone you and your boyfriend with his broad shoulders. You shifted sideways to solve the problem, throwing your legs over Oscar’s lap, to which his hand immediately came to rest on your knee. “I missed you.” 

“Wish I could say the feeling was mutual.” You teased. Oscar rolled his eyes goodnaturedly, giving your leg a gentle pinch that you giggled at before leaning in to press a quick peck to his cheek. “I missed you too.” 

“What did you get up to while I was gone?” 

“Oh, so much! I took a walk around the paddock just to check everything out, and I kinda got lost, but someone helped me find my way back eventually.” You shrugged, not noticing the way Oscar’s eyebrows flew up into his hairline. 

“Wait, you got lost? Why didn’t you call me?” 

“You were busy.” You said, very as-a-matter-of-factly. He blinked at you slowly, a blank expression present on his face. “I’m a big girl, Osc, I can find my way around just fine.”  

That made Oscar falter. You were right. He cared so much, especially about you—so much so that sometimes he forgot you were entirely capable of taking care of yourself. 

“A lot of people asked to take pictures with me. Me! Isn’t that crazy?” You exclaimed, beaming bright. “I promised one of them your sweaty fireproofs in return, but that’s beside the point.” 

“You what?” He spluttered, eyes widening almost comically. His fingers froze in their fiddling with the rings adorning your fingers. 

“I’m kidding, obviously. Lighten up, Oscie, jeez.” 

Oscar rolled his eyes playfully. “Right, well I’m glad you’re having fun.” 

“You know what would make this day even more fun?” 

“I don’t think I want to.” 

You stuck your tongue out at him before continuing. “Can I meet Charles Leclerc? Is that something you can pull off?” 

Technically speaking, it would be extremely easy for him to pull off. All he really had to do was bring you over to the Ferrari motorhome for a quick introduction, and he was sure Charles would take a liking to you, just like every other driver you’d gotten to meet so far. You had that kind of persona; one that made people want to get to know you. 

Oscar quite liked that about you. What he wouldn’t like as much was you being immediately wooed by the driver’s seemingly irresistible French charm. And yeah, you were Oscar’s girlfriend and Charles also had a girlfriend of his own, but still. Nobody wanted to see the girl they loved fawning over another man, even one as cool as Charles Leclerc.

But Oscar would never tell you that, because he loved you, and he’d do anything to make you happy. 

“Uh…yeah, sure. I could probably get you an intro, if that’s something you really want.” He heard himself saying, scratching the back of his neck. His heart thudded a little harder in his chest at the way your face lit up. 

“Really?” 

Oscar smiled tightly. “Why not? D’you wanna go now? There’s some time before we need to be on track.” 

“That would be amazing, Osc.” 

“Right then, let’s go.” He nudged your legs off him, heaving himself to his feet with a groan that would usually be associated with someone much older than him. You threaded your fingers through his as soon as he finished popping all his joints like an old man, following his lead out of the room and the motorhome, all the way to the bright Ferrari red building a few doors down. 

Luckily, Charles was sitting at one of the tables in the main area, so you didn’t have to look far to find him. 

“Charles, mate, you got a second?” 

The aforementioned Monegasque tore his attention from his phone upon hearing Oscar’s voice, an easygoing smile already present on his face. “Oscar! What can I do for you, mate?” His eyes found you next, and he nodded politely. “Hello!” 

“Hi.” You said quietly, clinging to Oscar’s hand tightly. This feeling was foreign to you. You’d never been so stunned into silence by someone before, but maybe that was because you’d never met someone as well known as the Charles Leclerc. 

“This is my girlfriend. It’s her first time in the paddock and she’s a big fan of yours, figured I could introduce the two of you. Y/N, Charles. Charles, Y/N.” 

“Ah, yes, I’ve heard much about you!” Charles exclaimed, popping to his feet. He moved forward to embrace you, wrapping you in a warm hug like he’d known you for a long time, let alone just met you not even fifteen seconds ago. 

Oscar never really understood the whole hugging thing Charles had going on. Maybe it was a French thing. Either way, the hug seemed to have shaken you out of whatever starstruck daze you were in, because you straightened up. 

Charles smiled warmly. “Welcome to your first race. I trust they are treating you well over at McLaren?” 

“There’s definitely a few perks.” You replied, returning his infectious smile. You squeezed Oscar’s hand as you said it, and part of him felt a smidge proud that you considered him a perk. Charles laughed goodnaturedly. “I hate to sound so forward, but I wanted to say I love your music. The way you play piano is…the only way I can think to describe it is beautiful.” 

“Oh wow, you—thank you! That means a lot, thank you. Do you play?” 

“A little bit, but I haven’t had much time to sit at the bench lately.” You replied, giving a haphazard shrug. Charles nodded sympathetically, like he understood the troubles of carving out time to play. “D’you mind if I ask you a bit more about your inspiration while I’ve got you?”

“Of course, yes, yes, I would love to talk about it!” 

Oscar touched a hand to the small of your back to snag your attention for a second. He liked music as much as the next person, but not as much as you and Charles, it seemed. “I’ll be over there.” 

You nodded, popping up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek before returning to your animated conversation with Charles. 

Now, Oscar wasn’t a jealous guy by any means. On the contrary he was always quite calm and collected, so he thought he’d be fine. Secretly a little miffed, sure. It was nothing he couldn’t handle, but actually seeing you go starry eyed while talking to Charles sparked something inside him. He didn’t know how hard he was squeezing the can in his hand until he felt liquid trickling down the sleeve of his fireproofs. 

“Ah, shit.” He muttered, shaking out his arm frustratedly. 

“Stare at her any harder and she might burst into flames, mate.” 

Oscar glanced to his left to see Lando standing there, arms crossed over his chest, expectant brow arched. 

“Dunno know what you’re talking about.” Oscar grumbled, moving to toss the now crumpled can into the nearest rubbish bin. Lando looked wildly unconvinced. “What?” 

“Don’t feed me that shit, Oscar, you’re way too easy to read for me to believe you’re not absolutely fucking in love with Y/N.” 

Oscar made an offended noise from the back of his throat. “I am not easy to read.” 

“Mate, you’re the openest book in the history of open books right now.” 

“Openest isn’t a word.” 

“Whatever! Stop deflecting.” Lando scoffed, wrinkling his nose. “You love her. Tell her that.” 

“I can’t. I mean, I shouldn’t.” 

“Why not?” 

“What if it’s too soon? What if she doesn’t feel the same way yet?” 

“You’re kidding, right? Please tell me you’re kidding.” Lando groaned, letting his head tilt back in exasperation. Oscar squinted at him, unamused. “Oh, you’re serious? Mate, come on. Just today, in the half a day I’ve known her, I’ve seen the way she looks at you when you’re not looking. I see the way you look at her when she’s not looking. It’s obvious. You’re both obnoxiously in love with each other, and it’s sickening.” 

The corners of Oscar’s mouth lifted into a grin. “Really?” 

“Oh my god, yes, really. I mean honestly, how dense can you be?” 

“A lot, it seems.” Oscar cast another glance at you, feeling a lot better than he had a few minutes ago. You were laughing at something Charles had said, but now all that was running through his mind was how pretty you looked when you laughed. How happy you looked talking to a person you held a lot of admiration for. Professional admiration, nothing more. 

Part of him felt a little guilty. He should’ve been supportive the whole time, not sulking around being a jealous little prick thinking you would ever choose Charles over him. 

“No point in overthinking it now, bro.” 

“Since when did you become such a wise old man?” 

“Oi, watch it, you muppet. I’m only two years older than you.” Lando huffed, rolling his eyes. “And I’ve always been wise, thank you for noticing.” 

“Sure you have.” 

“Tell her.” 

Oscar nodded once, accepting the clap on the shoulder Lando gave him. “I will. Thank you.” 

“Of course. And if you ever need any more advice, come on down to Lando’s love shack, where you can get—” 

“Leave now, I’m begging you.” Lando took the hint, wandering away to go wreak havoc somewhere else, leaving Oscar alone with his own thoughts as he waited for you to finish up. It wasn’t long until you were making your way back over, practically aglow with excitement as you approached him. “Made a new best friend, have you?” 

You snorted, clearly amused. “Oh, of course. We’ve already arranged to go on a double date when we’re all in Monaco at the same time.” 

“Ha ha, very funny. You do know Ferrari’s one of our top competitors, right?” Oscar laced his fingers through yours once more, letting your joined hands swing between the two of you as you walked. 

“You know what they say—keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. Consider my blossoming friendship with Charles your way into the heart and soul of Ferrari’s strategies. You’re welcome.” 

You were just joking, of course, and it made Oscar smile. Lando was right. Oscar was in love with you. He tugged you off the main path suddenly, leading you to a more secluded area between motorhomes. 

“Osc? What’re you—” You were entirely cut off by him stopping in his tracks, and before you could comprehend what was happening, he was kissing you. He curled a hand around the back of your neck, the other coming up to cup your cheek gently. 

It was by all means a sweet kiss, but a completely unexpected one nonetheless. Oscar had never been a public display of affection sort of guy before, so for him to kiss you out of the blue where anyone could see you…well, let's just say there was a first time for everything.

To say you were taken aback was an understatement. You let out a noise of surprise, but returned his kiss wholeheartedly as soon as you realized what was happening. 

“That was new.” You breathed as soon as he pulled away, splaying your palms across the firm plane of his chest to steady yourself after he’d kissed the living daylights out of you. Oscar’s eyes fluttered open slowly, a dazed grin stretching his lips. “You feeling alright, babe?” 

“I love you.” 

Immediately, you beamed, lighting up faster than a bonfire on a warm Melbourne night. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Well, it’s about damn time you said it.” You poked his chest playfully, stifling a giggle at the way he did the biggest double take ever at your words. 

“You—hang on, what?” 

“I was waiting for you to be the one to say it first.” You shrugged. Oscar’s brow scrunched in confusion now. “Didn’t wanna scare you off and lose one of the best things in my life.” 

“So…you do feel the same way?” 

You reached up, smoothing a stray curl away from his forehead fondly. “Do I love you? ‘Course I do. I think I’ve loved you since the first time we met.” 

“That was a good one, I should’ve said that. You’re so much better at this than I am.” 

“What can I say? I’ve got the best just some guy as my inspiration.” 

“I see what you did there. That’s gonna become a thing now, isn’t it?” 

“Oh, Osc,” You sighed, patting his cheek affectionately. “It already has.” 

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[misfitgirlwrites]

Lucifer Having A Crush On You/How Would He React?

I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'M NOT--

It's time for my fictional love and life and all I hold dear in my daydreams. Bitches, bros, nonbinary hoes, and genderfluid fucks, I present to you the Big Dick in Charge

I may reference works that I've read and when I do I'll drop their @ and link to their story it is law that you read it if you read mine, I don't make the rules

CW: none, slightly angsty but nothing too intense!

Alright, doves, this is post-season one. Lucifer now resides in the hotel with everyone and is slowly adjusting to being graced with Alejandro's Alastor's presence every day.

Let's be honest, our baby pays attention but puts in minimal effort. Saying that the days went by in a blur would be an understatement. Even conversations would be forgotten after a few short moments. On to the next task. Full focus on this thing. Once that's done? Well onto the next task! No tasks? Free time to spend with Charlie!

Things would start slow, and to really interact, you'd most likely start to approach him first. Maybe you've spent long enough watching the blond anxiously bounce around the hotel and graciously give himself a bit too much for even the Big Boss of Hell.

A timid approach from you, offering to help with whatever he's currently doing. Maybe you make snacks for everyone in the hotel and hand him his personally :)

And so it begins! A greeting here, a greeting there, slightly awkward conversations that slowly start to feel less forced with the little information you learn about each other along the way.

It's...nice! Refreshing! Lucifer would be more excited than anything and talking to you would become a part of his regular routine without much thought on the matter. You'd occasionally be on his mind just a little more, and he'd start to seek you out himself too.

I know you're already seeking him out. Bitch I'M seeking him out.

Helping with chores around the hotel quickly turns into simply enjoying the other's company.

One day you gift him his very own ceramic duck! You could have paid for it from somewhere or made it yourself.

Either way, he'd fucking LOVE it! Honestly, if you decide to try your hand at making it, he'd love it even more with all the rough edges and little bumps (it was made out of love for my babies who never touched clay in their lives)

In response, please expect many gifts in return. I like to think it's been a while since he's gotten a genuine gift like this

(Bonus headcanon: Charlie will see this and will come to you the next day with a list of things she wants to gift him and you two are unofficially officially the Buy Lucifer Anything Duck-Themed duo)

Lucifer loves how you react when he gifts you your very own rubber duck. Your smile and happiness always seemed contagious to him. It only led to him making/getting you more things.

You will have a rubber duck collection by the end of this, but what can you really say? Each one of them is based on something you mentioned before. A movie character, a book character, a cartoon character, even friends or family members if they were mentioned. The gesture is way too sweet for you to turn down, even if it is the 30th duck you've received.

Now prepare for what I like to call the "get along t-shirt" phase but both parties are willing LMAO.

Lucifer will be by your side as long as you'll accept the company and if you're reading this and we brain the same, that will be all the time.

I love the GenZ!Reader memes and fics. Someone show this man bacon pancakes and if it was already done, SHOW ME.

Between his relationship with Charlie and with you, Lucifer actually feels the need and wants to be a little more present bit by bit. He notices that he is spending less time in his head, but he continues on in fear of fucking it up if he thinks too hard about it.

So instead he'll 100% focus on the little familiarity of happiness, as small as those moments may be sometimes. This is EXACTLY why the thought of him potentially feeling romantic interest again goes right over his head.

Who notices first, you ask? Charlie, of course. You slowly but surely became one of his main topics in conversation, it wasn't hard for her to pick up on it and ask.

Baby boy would straight up deny it at first. Him?? Liking someone else??? LMAO, am I right? Of course, after he does this, he'll have the time to actually pay attention to his actions.

So then he'll notice how excited he is every morning knowing that you'll be the first face he sees. He'll notice how he managed to fit you into any task he had to do. When he'd get lunch for himself and Charlie he'd have the automatic thought of making something for you as well. Even when the day was over, he'd be thinking about spending the next day with you. To be frank, you were constantly on his mind. 

Once he notices it's a big mental "fuck". Nothing about you is wrong of course, it's him, or so he thinks.

Let's start with the elephant in the room, or shall I say the ring on his finger lmao

In Lucifer's mind, he's still married technically. Even thinking about it in a technical term was a new development and it made him feel absolutely horrible. Lilith left, sure, but who knows what happened? Regardless of how he felt, he didn't want to hurt her.

But at the same time what about him? Lucifer hasn't been happy in a long time and he's finally building that again, not just with Charlie, but with you as well. He didn't want to just cut you out, he didn't want to hurt you either.

Plus, did you even like him? How would he even approach you? If he wanted to, even after thinking about everything.

Who was he kidding, of course, he still wanted you!

@liveontelevision *drops to my knees and bows* they worded it extremely well here and if you're reading this but you haven't read this already or you clicked the link then clicked back here, go back and read it. I don't care how long it is. Do the thing then come back.

Welcome back. It was good, wasn't it? I know.

The only awkward period for you two is the week-long contemplation of everything (half him attempting not to do what he always does when stressed but by the time he realizes he already made like 30 ducks--)

He would clearly go out of his way to either try and talk to you or avoid you. Or a cute mixture of both where he makes a scene approaching you, realizes he's not ready yet, then makes a scene so he can disappear *finger guns*

A little crisis here, a few little rubber ducks there, and a looooonnnggg conversation with Charlie and Maggie Vaggie.

Those are the ingredients to a semi-stable Lucifer with enough bravado to talk to you normally again.

He'd apologize for the times he basically pulled a Houdini in your face and he'd explain himself fully, all while also confessing his love for you.

It's choppy, it's fast-paced in some areas, and the poor blond was ready to disappear at any given moment, but that's what made it so real for you.

The weight that's lifted off of him couldn't be described, and neither could the joy that welled in him the moment he saw your beautiful smile and heard nothing but your acceptance and love.

What an emotional roller-coaster, am I right?

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Stranded | Part Four

Featuring : Azriel x Fem!Reader, Eris x Reader (platonic), Rhys x Sister!Reader

Summary: A certain male visits you in Autumn to do some grovelling. Requested by @sidthedollface2 here.

Warnings: 18+ only, kind of short, not proofread (i'll do it later), let me know if anything was forgotten...

Disclaimer: I do not own SJM’s characters, only the ones I create for the purpose of this story. This is a work of fiction. I do not give permission to repost my work on any other platform or medium. Please be respectful.

Dividers from @saradika

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Azriel was standing on the other side of the door. He shifted on it feet, something you'd never seen him do before. "Thank god you're still here." He said, looking at your with wide, tear filled eyes. "I have been absolutely horrible to you." He said.

You stood there, arms crossed. "You have." You said simply, looking at him. You weren't going to give him an inch.

"I'm sorry for paying attention to Elain all this time. I figured she needed help. But- I need to be here for you." He said.

"You weren't here for me for 50 years."

"For Cauldron's sake, (Y/N). It was a mistake! I've apologized, I've done everything I could have thought of to fix it. How was I supposed to know you were going to be locked out?"

"You left me!" You yelled, tears welling in your eyes. "How can I be sure you won't do it again?" You asked, your voice getting quieter.

"Because I will never leave you again. I will do everything in my power to stay with you. To prove to you that I will be by your side when you need me. Or when you don't. I will always be with you." He said, reaching out his hands for you.

You took one of them in yours, searching his eyes. Tears fell down his cheeks just as they did yours. You looked down and traced the scars on his hands. How could you be mad at him when what he did wasn't on purpose? How could you be mad when your mate had been doing everything he could to win you back. To earn your trust. Even when he was helping Elain, it was really to help Feyre. Elain felt comfortable around Azriel, probably because he was so quiet. And Feyre was your High Lady. Of course he would do anything to help her.

"(Y/N)... Please give me a chance. Give us a chance." He said. You searched his eyes again, finding only sincerity and a hint of blooming love.

"Okay." You said, taking a deep breath. "I will give us a chance.. Only if you promise to never leave me again. Not without telling me." You said.

"I will make a bargain with you, if that is what it takes." He said truthfully.

You shook your head, not needing a bargain to trust Azriel. You had known him for centuries. You grew up learning how to fight from him, when your father and your brother didn't want to teach you. He was the first person you cried to after Tamlin's brothers kidnapped you and killed your mother right in front of you. He made one mistake. And you could forgive him for it. Would it take time to trust him fully again? Of course. But that didn't mean you had to reject the bond. Not without trying first.

Azriel, the male that helped you through so much through your life. The male that meant everything to you, even when you were mad at him. Maybe it was the bond, or maybe it was something deeper. Maybe it was love.

Only time would tell, but for the first time in your life, you were sure of something. You could make this relationship with Azriel work. And you could have a very happy life with him, one day. Maybe soon. Maybe in a hundred years.

Whatever happened, you knew you would have Azriel by your side. The male staring down at you, grasping your hands so tight you felt as if they were going to fall off.

"Azriel..." You reached up and cupped his cheek. "Let's go home."

A/N: Okay so I know a lot of y'all wanted her to end up with Eris, but I originally planned it to be Az she ended up with... THAT BEING SAID... I'm writing an alt ending to (hopefully) be posted tomorrow night.. I just can't do my love-lorn Az dirty like that....

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[bloodashre]

Sorry to ruin the movie magic for some of you, but it's extremely unlikely that the shots of The Kiss are edited to be longer. Like, a million to one.

How do I know? I'm in school for filmmaking, so I'll share a bit with you.

1. The first reason is the most important. It is very difficult to edit a shot to be longer (and almost never done, especially by professionals) and not have it be obvious. It is painfully obvious, particularly to other filmmakers, when someone does actually do this. I can almost guarantee that if this had happened, other filmmakers in the industry most certainly would have called them out for it. I've personally watched the scene literally thousands of times (I'm not exaggerating) and in my semi-professional opinion (yes, I've already made my own films, though I haven't been paid for any of my work yet), it's not edited to be longer.

2. Nearly as important and launching off the above, it's much more likely - and more easily and actually often done - that it's edited to be shorter.

Additionally, there's no reason to think it would be edited to be longer when it comes to the story. It's unnecessary. The reason it looks so awkward to solve of you is because - newsflash - it IS awkward! It's meant to be awkward!

Aziraphale is caught off guard, during a moment of being about to break down, crying, in the midst of an argument. He was just rejected. He's potentially thought about this moment so many times. It is possible he thought The Metatron was threatening Crowley, which just happened only a few minutes ago! And lastly, there's literally thousands of years of feelings that haven't been spoken aloud - at least not properly, depending which theory you follow.

And there's even more depending which theories you subscribe to that support this even further.

And then, there's the fact that, at least for a moment, he kisses him back. He goes from being surprised, to resistance, to acceptance, to reciprocation, to rejection in a matter of less than 30 freaking seconds - while also portraying all the unspokenness, uncertainty, and fear of 6000 years, as well as a possible threat AND rejection of Crowley refusing to come with him ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

It's so awkward and complicated and terrible - and yet also wonderful - and Michael Sheen is honestly a fucking MASTER for the amount of emotions he's able to portray in such an insanely small amount of time. Please please PLEASE don't reduce his abilities and the beauty of the story to editing some bullshit that any filmmaker with any actual integrity would never do.

[malfromtheblue]

Can you do a yandere! jock! fwb? Like he made it clear he doesn't want the two of you to be exclusive, but when you end up going on a date with another guy, he just gets so fucking upset? Some NSFW, and making the jock a bit of a himbo if you're feeling generous?

sorry, I've been out for a few! and i most certainly can, ive been wanting to write something like this out for a bit! your wish is my command *bows*

Yandere! Jock x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Yandere topics, stalker-ish, slight mentions of kidnapping, jealousy, Reader is a woman, HEAVY SMUT, 18+ MDNI

• Yan! Jock! who really didn't want an actual relationship with you. He was wanted and praised by majority of the students at his school. Even those who disliked him couldn't deny his raw talent when it came to athletics. He was strong, fast, and easy with any sport or physical challenge he was met with.

You had caught his eye the first several weeks of school. I mean, there was no denying that you were absolutely breath-taking. And he'd be a liar if he said he'd ever had a clean thought about you. Because holy fuck, you were so damn hot. So incredibly sexy in the school uniform that clung desperately to your stunning curves. That angel face and glowing skin that matched you so perfectly. And beyond your jaw-dropping beauty, you were intelligent. You were always turning in your assignments on time and always getting good grades. You seemed to be on a grind to get what you needed done. He could respect that. And your smarts were how you guys started talking in the first place.

• Yan! Jock had been struggling with a few subjects and went to you for help. You were happy to oblige. Part of you accepted his offer for you to tutor him because you knew your material well. But another part, a more secret part, was incredibly attracted to him. There was no denying his charms. He was tall, muscular and well-built, yet he was somehow elegant and smoothe. His tanned skin, sharp jawline and freckled nose had become your favorite physical parts about him. So, yeah. You agreed to tutor him.

The first few sessions with the jock was normal. Well, as normal as possible with two attractive people in one bedroom. There were occasional slip-ups where the two of you would be working with your heads too close to each other, so you'd practically kiss when either of you would lift your head. There were moments where you'd hold each other's gaze for too long or stare at each other's lips. But the both of you had honestly TRIED to keep it normal.

But there was that ONE night after studying that Yan! Jock just couldn't take it anymore. He was sick of pretending that your presence didn't affect him. Didn't cause him to shift in his seat every few minutes to hide his growing erection. And what frustrated him even more was that you were clearly into him too. Yet, you refused to make the first move. So he did. After staring at your plump lips for a solid minute, he leaned forward to kiss you before he could catch himself. You didn't even put up a fight. You just... Melted.

The first time the two of you fucked, it was heavenly. Your tight cunt hugged him so perfectly. Kept him so snug and warm when he buried himself deep inside you. He couldn't even pull out if he wanted to, it was like your pussy was squeezing him, relentlessly keeping him within your gummy walls. And you... You were adorable when you were filled to the brim with his spine-snapping cock. Your puppy eyes were puffy and sweet water spilled from you tear ducts. Your cheeks were flushed and your plump, glossy lips were swollen from the rough, demanding kisses and bites he had given you. Fuck, you were just perfect...

• Yan! Jock who finds himself fucking you anywhere he can when he has the time. He gets so incredibly greedy when it comes to you. Like an addict finally getting his fix. He's so sweetly brutal when it comes to being in your fat pussy, always grinding his hips against yours so desperately and clinging to your ass, thighs, hips and tits like a stupid dog who was scared that its owner would leave it. And he drooled like one too. He just couldn't help himself. Not when you felt so fucking good.

When you brought up having a potential relationship, he was quick to blow the idea off. Sure, you were incredibly. In every way, really. But a relationship would get in the way of sports and his title. And he couldn't have that. Sports was his top priority. Or so he thought.. He made sure to remind you this after almost every heated session, while kissing that pretty pout off of your gorgeous lips.

And despite how amazing he was himself, you found yourself getting bored. You loved his body (because who wouldn't), but you wanted more than sex. You wanted an actual relationship. Loyalty and trust. It's what you thrived for. And when football season began and Yan! Jock cancelled his "study sessions" with you for practice, you found yourself opening up to others.

You hadn't ever seen yourself as attractive as people seemed to think you were. And besides that, you got many compliments on your personality and sense of humor when you started hanging out with others. It was... Refreshing. As your confidence grew, more guys began to approach you. Usually, you would have made up some stupid excuse to run off, but when a certain guy asked you out at the library, you decided to take the chance.

He was cute, really. You had bumped into him several times at the library before and had no issue with getting to know him better. He introduced himself as Adam, and the two of you set up a date. It would be simple. Just a greasy diner located Downtown to start off. As you and Adam talked on the phone up to the date, you discovered that you might like him. Like, REALLY like him. He was the opposite of the jock you had recently been fucking. He was a bit of a smartass and could be snarky, but he kept his interactions with you playful and respectful. He never asked for anything along the lines of a sexual relationship and went at your pace. You were comfortable with him and could see yourself with him, which is what you had originally wanted.

• Yan! Jock who's favorite spot to eat just so happens to be the diner that you and Adam decide to have your date at. It was after one of his football games. The rest of the team was exhausted and just wanted to head home after they hit the showers, but he had just enough energy after cleaning up and changing, to go to his favorite diner. He couldn't help but indulge in their greasy food every once and a while, even though he knew he should stick to his diet. But you had to break the rules some times. Right?

The moment he pulls into the diner, he could see you from the window. A familiar warmth began to stir in his lower regions. God, you were hot as Hell itself. But when he looked a bit closer, he noticed that you were with someone.

"What the fuck?" He growled, his tone coming out more possessive than he intended. For a second, the jock paused. Where was this sudden hostility coming from? What did it matter to him who you were hanging out with? It was your business after all. But when he looked back up at that idiot who was now hand feeding you a few fries, he lost himself. He got out of his car and slammed the door shut without worrying about locking it. He barged into the diner and ignored the older waitress who greeted him.

Yan! Jock approached the table with a grin plastered on his face, but he couldn't hide the pure fire raging in the depths of his usually warm brown eyes.

"Hey, man! What's up?" He said to Adam through gritted teeth. His boiling blood seemed to sear right through his pores. It felt like he was on fire. "Couldn't help but notice that you're with my girl tonight," He slid down into the booth beside you. "You two having fun?"

You froze in horror as you realized what was going on. Adam gave you a confused look. Before you could open your mouth to say anything, the jock wrapped and arm around your shoulder and squeezed one of your tits. "Oh, she didn't tell you? Me and this pretty little thing kinda have something going on. A relationship, if you will. Sorry to disappoint."

You tried to protest, but Adam wasn't having any of it. He got up abruptly and nodded at Yan! Jock before quickly heading to his car and driving off. You couldn't believe it. You finally had something promising going for you and the stupid jock had to RUIN it? You glared at him, but he was already pulling you out of the seat.

"You're coming home with me. It's late."

You tried to yank back, but his grip was made of steel. "Like hell I am, you asshole! The fuck is wrong with you?!"

He paused and looked at you. For the first time, his eyes seemed devoid of all emotion. He let out a sigh and pulled you closer to his warm body as he led you to his car. "You're what's wrong with me, Cutie. Going out with such a loser, have you lost your mind?"

You were quite literally at a loss for words. Who did this idiot think he was?! He was the one to ruin everything! He was the one who didn't want a relationship in the first place! You were so stunned that you hardly noticed him gently pushing you into the passenger seat. You were quiet on the ride to his house, still frozen in disbelief. The recent events flashed through your head like a horror film.

When the two of you arrived, he carefully pulled you out of the car and into his house. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms as if trying to warm your icy body. "Just relax, you're good now." He cooed, softly and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. You snapped, spinning around to slap him hard across the cheek.

"I can't believe you! I was finally talking to someone who liked me for me and not just what my body had to offer! And your dumbass wanted to ruin it all?! You're a sick fuck, you know that? I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!"

Your fists felt soft against his broad chest, though the slap still stung his cheek. He flinched at your declaration of hatred for him and immediately wrapped you in a warm embrace. He pressed soft kisses to your scalp and trembled slightly from the sudden wave of regret. Not for lying to Adam about the two of you being in a relationship. But lying to himself and convincing himself that sports and his own needs should come before you. Because you were perfect. And he would do anything he could to make you happy.

"M'sorry, Honey. I fucked up, I know that now," He pulled away slightly so he could stare down at you with his softened, brown, lovesick gaze. "I should have given you what you so desperately wanted. A relationship and the loyalty that came with it." He buried his face in your neck, gripping your hips tightly as if horrified you might leave him once more. He felt your body stiffen under his touch and he grimaced. He genuinely messed everything up. His grimace shifted into a look of determination. I have to fix this, the jock thought. He hoisted you up into his strong arms and carried you upstairs to his bedroom.

"Hey! Put me down!"

He kissed the scowl off of those divine lips of yours and gently placed you onto the bed. Before you could scramble up and give him a piece of your beautiful mind, he was already pulling your dress up, peppering your plush thighs with soft kisses.

"Shhh... Just lemme take care of you tonight. I wanna prove that I love you more than anything, " He tugged your panties to the side with his teeth, revealing that juicy, slick mound that he adored so much. "And that your body may not be the only thing I care for when it comes to you, but it's most definitely something that should be worshipped." He slowly dragged his wet muscle between your folds, sucking gently on your clit.

You tried to ignore his apology and show him that this wouldn't get anywhere, but the way your back immediately arched from the familiar feel of his tongue wasn't fooling anyone. He didn't tease you like he usually would. He just grabbed at your thighs and ate you out passionately, kissing and suckling at your dripping cunt; moaning as your delicious juices hit his fast-working tongue. "M'so sorry, Darling. So, so, sorry... Mmh.. Shouldn't have been so stupid." He murmured his apologies between the comfort of your pussy lips, smiling in triumph as your legs instinctively tightened around his head. He plunged his tongue into your needy hole and added a few fingers to fill any empty gaps.

You must've orgasmed about five times before he finally got up from the floor to unbutton his pants and free his heavy cock. Instead of pouncing on you like a wild animal, he bent down to kiss your slightly pudgy tummy and slid his hands up to comletely tear off your thin dress. He looked up at you with a sheepish grin.

"Don't worry my love, I'll buy you a new one if you want."

The jock leaned up and gave your puffy eyes gentle kisses as he aligned himself with your gaping entrance.

"Please forgive me, Cutie. I should've known better." He leaned down to kiss your swollen lips as he pushed his stupidly large dick past your weakened defenses. He groaned loudly and grabbed onto the fat of your hips as if trying to ground himself.

"Fuckkk, Sweetie... You're so goddamn perfect... Always so ready for me~"

You were too full of him to speak. Tears streaked down your flushed cheeks. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved seeing him like this. So remorseful and gentle. It genuinely made you feel wanted. No... Needed. You whined loudly in response to the thick intrusion and bucked your hips.

Yan! Jock kneaded your breasts gently with a soft growl. He was thrilled to see you responding so well to him. Especially after he BETRAYED you and your trust. But this had to be his favorite side of you. You were too sweet, especially for him. Forgiving his short-comings so easily. All you needed was a little... Persuasion.

He smiled and guided your legs to wrap around his torso as he began to fuck you. He was rough, but in a gentle way. He knew how bad you needed this. Needed him. And he wouldn't deprive you from his attention any longer. So he made sure you could feel every inch of him. Every vein in his bruising cock. He could feel the appreciation coming off of you in waves of heat. Still, he continued to apologize and beg you for forgiveness.

He needed to fill you with his remorse. Engrave his sincerest regrets into you through his hickeys. Make you understand that he would NEVER hurt you like he did again.

• Yan! Jock who fucks you so good, that you couldn't walk for the next three days, and took care of you each day. He took off of practice to ensure that he could tend to your needs and give you much needed affection. Sure, he cuffed you to the bedpost because you tried to say that you needed to get home, but obviously you were just being silly. After all, you were all his now. And he would NEVER leave your side again.

~ Mal 💕🍵 (i hope you enjoyed this, i was half-asleep so sorry for any grammatical errors)

[hanalulugguk]

choso drabble

recently got pressured into watching jjk and i've been so madly obsessed with choso since the moment he came on screen. he's such a little buttercup with his awkward reactions and facial expression.

Thinking of newly human choso

Newly human choso who waits outside of your work, hours before you were done, because he was too excited to wait longer and wanted to see you once you were done.

Newly human choso who learns the internet and it's secrets, using it to look up different restaurants and cafes for the two of you to try.

Newly human choso who sits in the booth every time the two of you visit a cafe that has one, scurrying over to it, not because he knows you'll take it, but because he's excited to bounce on the soft cushion.

Newly human choso who bounces in place once he sees your order coming, stopping only once he's taken the first bite of his food. opting to swing his legs back and forth so he can eat.

Newly human choso who wants to ask if he can have bite of your plate if you got something different, but is too nervous too. but because he hasn't learned the concept of self perception so he doesn't know that he's more than obvious with his stolen glances at your food.

Newly human choso who nods, excited, once you offer him a taste. cutting up a bit of everything for him to try, leaning excitedly to try, letting out a small hum as he chews.

Newly human choso who intently watches all your interest shows and movies, almost more intently than you, wrapping his arms around you as the two of you bundle up on the couch in front of the tv, or as you lay together in bed with your laptop. he absolutely adores when you lay on your stomach and he gets to lay half on top of you, sneaking his arms under you and lay his cheek on top of your head

Newly human choso who tells you he doesn't mind what you watch when you ask, even though you can tell he's garnered a favourite of them, being too obvious when you put it on for him.

Newly human choso who tries to learn how to cook so he can make you something but the amount of pots and pans and appliances that use heat are too overwhelming for him so you reassure him that he doesn't need to.

Newly human choso who always sits on the stool closest to you in the kitchen, turning his body towards you as you go from one place to another as you go about from one counter to another.

Newly human choso who tries his best to be as much of a helping hand as he can, trying to get you the exact pan you asked for, or the ingredients from the fridge you forgot to pull out. over time having memorized the ingredients to the dishes you make frequently, having everything already pulled out by the time you get to the kitchen if he knows what you're making.

Newly human choso who finds you to be the most beautiful person he's ever seen. sitting on the foot of the bed as you get ready to go out.

Newly human choso who presses too many kisses to your cheeks and stealing one last kiss as you leave the house, making sure to get enough sustenance for the time you'll spend out.

Newly human choso who tries his absolute best to stay up and wait for you, not liking going to bed without you, but he's so so tired that he didn't notice himself drifting off on the couch, but stirs once he hears the front door open.

Newly human choso who remains stuck to you as you go about getting unready, washing your face, doing your skincare. all whilst he has his arms wrapped around your waist, but you're used to it because when does he not.

Newly human choso who holds you once the two of you get in bed, but it's only a matter of time till he's the one being held, sleeping so peacefully with your arms wrapped around him.

i have sooo many more in mind i already have another one halfway written. so so in love with socially awkward curious choso!

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[kyutpudding]

#001

PURRFECT MATCH

-> SukunaxFemReader , TigerKunaxCatReader , TigerxHousecat , hybrid au , sukuna putty for reader, ooc kuna? , slight swearing, sfw , pet hybrids

📒:I'm not a professional/fulltime writer, I mostly simply just write for the fun of it. Any hate/critism is not necessary, be it towards me nor other tumblr users! Feel free to imagine how they actually look like as hybrids, I do not wish to limit other people's creativity. Story probably gonna suck and quite short but I appreciate the support and anticipation!! <3

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" meow "

" hmm she seems to be the best choice. "

" Are you sure? A H-tier or S-Tier would best suit another H-tier "

" ?? "

" does she not have the ability to speak? regardless I've made up my mind. I'm taking this one. "

" suit yourself. Don't come crawling back bawling your eyes out that I didn't warn ya "

" sure. "

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" hello little one, i'll be your new caretaker from now on "

" ... "

" hello owner-san "

The sound of the front door closing echoes through the mansion, as the man in black coat enters his abode after 3 months out of town. The case in his grip loosens as it meets the floor. A clean mansion, no blood, no rotting stench, strangely plenty of sunlight and most importantly the tiger was nowhere to be seen.

" Oh my lovely hybrids, your dear beloved owner has finally returned !! "

Silence...

A tiny head with soft h/c peeked through the corner , legs rushing towards your owner in excited as the bell on your collar jingles merrily (a/n : I'm so excited for christmas again). Owner-san seemed taken aback at the fact the little kitty he brought home was still alive and your limbs were still intact. Though he couldnt deny getting greeted this way sure starts his day with a smile.

" o-oh hello y/n. Sorry for leaving you here alone with the big bad tiger as soon as i adopted you "

" what did you say? " owner-san sweat drops as he hears the annoyed growl of a certain tiger. Attempting to simply just shrug it off as nothing.

Sukuna's giant tail sways as he approaches reader, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, purring lowly as you simply just grin innocent towards Owner-san , it seems your attention is on the ugly man rather than your own mate which annoys him alot making him glare at the said man. Again owner-san sweat drops and laughs nervously as he settled down in his comfy and safe abode with his certainly not dangerous adorable tiger hybrid and little housecat.

Owner-san observes as sukuna seems to be too handsy and clingy to you, the polar opposite of what he expected. He still remember 3 months ago the very day he adopted you and immediately left you in this very mansion right infront of the sleeping tiger. Leaving the little kitty all by yourself, dumbfounded. BUT!! It was urgent matter and he DID left a note— to which kuna of course didn't see at first.

Sukuna remembers the contents of the note which made his blood boil.

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— dear my cute adorable tiger, sukuna :

Am going on a bussiness trip teehee :P , please take care of your new roomie! She's really cute and behaves well :D !!! Be sure to get along well Kay? Be back in 3 months maybe! Toodles :3

Sincerly ; your beloved owner.

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By the time he was done reading, the note was already crumpled up as he grits his teeth in anger all the while glaring the small portrait of the said man. Already planning a murder in the back of his head until—

The sound of glass shattering was heard from the living room, his ears perks at the sound as he grumbles, dragging his heavy feet towards the source. As he walks down the stair, his halted his steps and observes the tiny figure with fluffy tail and ears fidgeting around seemingly panic cleaning the mess that you cause ON ACCIDENT. He can't blame you for not knowing your way around the huge mansion:(

You're just a kitty :( . Sukuna remembers it as clear as day how you were using your bare soft hands to carefully pick up the shards of glass of the vase that fell. It made him slightly curious, as he made his way to your crouched body towering over your back with his hugs build and his sharp gaze glaring through the back of your skull making u yelp, surprised as you turned around to greet an annoyed looking tiger.

" leave, before I change my mind. "

" but I just got adopted...b-by him! " you shakily pointed towards an portrait where owner-san's face seemed to be a unready as his wig was falling off. Sukuna simply scoffs as he grabs u by the back of your shirt ( an: he's strong guys don't worry no matter how chubby or petite u are, your weight felt lighter than a feather to him ) carrying you towards the front door making you thrash around— " Noooo!! Let me go! You bad kitty! " an irk mark seemed to pop on his forehead as he dropped you, landing harshly on your bumb with a tiny oof :0 . — sukuna growls lowly, annoyed " don't call me that. " as he walks towards the kitchen with angry steps. You huffed and scrambled to get up, following him curiously. " I'm y/n :D " you greeted with a grin " I didn't ask nd I don't give a fuck " making you pout slightly upset. Maybe you should have just stayed at the sanctuary in your small cage, though you would have stayed lonely once again.

You spent the rest of the months bugging and clinging to sukuna, who was your only companion in that spacious abode. He seemed to have soften quite alot and somehow started getting all touchy and clingy too! Does that mean you guys are best friends now? :3 regardless sukuna seems to always randomly grab you when you're leaving his sight, or hugs you tightly whenever you sleep together! He must love cuddles as much as you do! Neat! <3 little did you know he's been secretly marking you and musking you with his scent, a clear sign of taking you as his cute little mate :3.

Which brings you back to the present ;

Sukuna grooming you with his huge tongue, licking your face down to your jaw after proudly telling or more like announcing to owner-san that you're now his cute mate. —Welp, atleast noone died and everyone is happy. Owner-san thought.

" oh! before I forget , let's go shop for new cat items for y/n !! " he announced as he claps his hand gaining the attention of both felines. — " like what? " sukuna scoffs. Which leads to an argument where sukuna demands that you simply just sleep with him in his huge bed (with a cage surrounding it ) just like how it's been for the past 3 months. However owner-san makes it clear that you need your own space sometimes when youre moody and upset. It'd be uncomfortable to always be suffocated by a heavy weight every night or every time u try to take a nap, to which you can't deny as you simply paw at kuna's chest showing that you agree. Making the tiger grumble and grumpy. You're his mate! You should be cuddling with him all the time >:( !

Owner-san wonders what made his crazy ahh tiger so soft for this little kitty? Was it because you were forced to live next to each other for the past 3 months? Or was it because you both had something in common, which was you were both lonely. A tiger that had to live a big mansion and still sleeping in a big caged room for the sake of his own safety and others with noone else to talk to or bond with. On the other hand, an innocent cat locked in a cage at the sanctuary, which people passing by her and giving her short glances once in awhile but never adopted, nor do other hybrids try to approach her. Being the only one locked in a cage because they couldnt identify her trait level. — maybe it's because both you and sukuna shared the same empty gaze, to which owner only realises now how sukuna's eyes seem to shine as he stares and picks on you, all the while the way your eyes twinkle gazing right back into his. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea afterall, leaving you here alone with sukuna. It was a risk to take, owner-san was expecting to be greeted with a bloodied tiger. Though the moment he saw you at the sanctuary, locked in a cage labeled as unidentified , something in him thought that you were the perfect match— which indeed was true infact you and sukuna was the most Purrfect match.

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To be continued >> pt 002

Credits'♡ : @cafekitsune @thecutestgrotto for the dividers!!

Taglist'♡ :

@shuujin @fushipurro @margotoo0 @kyo-kyo1 @cairoisashapeshifter @xvajtyi @jubilee40 @mahalaraewolfe @koshii-meji @neptunieesworld @sequvoito @manikosii @mangiswig @aquaaaaoi — can't tag them TT

[pomefioredove]

Hiii!! I was wondering if you could “I can’t stop thinking about you” with Jade? If ur prompt things are still open of course! If not that’s totally okay too!!

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summary: "I can’t stop thinking about you" type of post: short fic characters: jade additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, not proofread and maybe a little ooc a part of this event

"And don't forget to lock the doors when you leave,"

Azul sighs, hovering in the doorway of the Mostro Lounge with his hands on his hips.

"Luckily, nothing was stolen last time I let Floyd take the closing shift, but luck is fickle,"

He pauses, turning to you. "I'm sure you, at least, will be able to handle something so simple."

You salute the tired-looking merman before the soft swoosh of the kitchen door interrupts the conversation.

"My, you have such little faith in me, Azul. I'm wounded," a smoother, much less tense, presence follows it.

You'd always wondered how Jade is able to sound imposing without ever actually raising his voice.

Azul huffs. "I clearly was not addressing you. Good evening to the both of you... Don't stay up too late,"

And with that, he's gone.

As soon as the door is closed and Azul's inky silhouette has vanished, you turn to look at the gentleman behind you.

"I didn't even know you were here,"

"I'm not supposed to be," Jade smiles, offering little explanation.

By now, you're sure he does that on purpose.

You don't feel like being baited into a conversation, but when your only other option is silence with Jade...

"So?"

"I was taking stock," he says. "Both metaphorically and literally. We're short on limes."

His strangeness radiates off of him like a mist. You narrow your eyes at him; he's hiding something, you're sure. But what are you supposed to do- interrogate him?

"I'll leave a note," you mutter, turning your attention back to sweeping.

This is your very first closing shift at the lounge; no customers, no Azul, no sounds except for your own breathing.

And Jade's.

He smiles again. "Shall I help? You'll be done faster with another set of hands,"

He could just leave. He's not even on the clock... if this is him looping you into some ploy to get overtime, you swear...

"If you would like,"

"Excellent,"

Jade disappears into the kitchen, taking that strange air of tension with him, and returns with a rag and cleaning solution.

He's completely silent, perusing the lounge as if it were an art museum, admiring the specks and stains on each table before wiping them down.

"You seem nervous," he says merrily, not even looking at you. "Are you afraid of the dark?"

"No," a half-truth. "I'm just tired." a lie.

"I've read that many human children develop a fear of the dark. What's more, is that it's not considered irrational. How fascinating,"

You focus on the bristles of the broom in front of you. The Mostro Lounge does get rather dark at night... all of Octavinelle does.

"It's not irrational," you mutter.

"Perhaps for you. But in the sea, a child being afraid of the dark would be as silly to us as a child being afraid of sunlight would be to you,"

You pause to look out one of the windows in the lounge, the thick pane of glass separating you from the inky depths. It's almost pitch black at this hour.

Ugh. You're letting him get in your head.

You hum. "Is that why you're here, then? Protecting me from the dark?"

Jade smiles, watching you out of the corner of his eyes. "No. I was only making conversation. You seemed uncomfortable with my presence,"

"I just was expecting to be alone,"

"So was I,"

You pause, turning to him with a questioning glance.

As vague an answer as ever, you think, though there's a certain gleam in his eye that's daring you to find out for yourself.

He meets your gaze. "You interest me,"

Jade says it plainly, his tone soft, as if he thinks he might scare you away with any sudden movements.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he hums. "And I hope you understand my meaning... I do not seek to make you uncomfortable."

You set the broom against the wall. "You're not,"

He mimics you, setting the rag and bottle aside. If you didn't know any better, you could've sworn you caught a look of relief on him.

"Good. I have no malicious intentions... This time,"

You take that as a joke. It's not very funny.

Jade chuckles. "Ah, don't roll your eyes at me. I'm only lightening the mood... I would like to get to know you better, after all," he pauses. "As a confidante."

There's something oddly genuine about this.

He's as calm as ever, but you can tell there's a current of vulnerability hiding beneath the surface.

You can't help a smile at the thought.

"Not an informant, then?"

He smiles back. "Not with you, no,"

[tranzjen]

🐸 3 days until my surgery 🐸

(Picture taken March 17, 2024)

I'm very very excited for my surgery (it's my second gender affirming surgery but this one is more significant to me since it'll be top and bottom surgery) and I'm obviously counting the days until it and I thought some people might be interested in my trans journey 🏳️‍⚧️ So see part 8 below the cut.

Part 1 here

Yesterday we ended off right before my Facial Feminization Surgery.

I have pictures of the first few weeks of recovery after FFS but they are not pretty!! But I'll show you all just so you can see the recovery process. So cw for swelling and visible scarring

(Pictures taken between February 20 through March 4th of 2024)

Yeah one eye was swollen shut and I'm trying to smile in all the pictures but couldn't 😅 Recovery was pretty tried so I slept most of the time and just watched TV for the first week or so lol.

Honestly there wasn't a big difference. Like when I went back to work, I'm sure that most people didn't even realize I had work done to my face. But I didn't do it for them. Before the surgery I had a really hard time not obsessing over certain dysphoric traits so it's quite a relief to get rid of them 🥰

(Picture taken March 17, 2024)

The one big long term side effect my eyes point in different directions when I look in a certain angle 😬 The surgeon and other doctors I've seen about it were surprised so my big takeaway and unforeseen consequences is a cost of surgery. And despite that, I don't regret it 😤

(Picture taken April 28, 2024)

The other big update for this era was I joined the board for the queer nonprofit I mentioned before! One of our big new projects I'm helping with is taking an empty lot and abandoned home and turn them into a community garden and transitional home 🌱

(Picture taken May 12, 2024)

And now we're up to date!! I do have some small ideas for my last two countdown posts so don't worry I'll be back tomorrow with some pictures 😁

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My Favorite Expressions in Love Sea Ep. 3

I wasn't gonna write about the expressions this week but then I got all my Fort-induced crazy out and had a meal and came to my senses, so I decided to write about them this week and every week.

Won't always be in depth like the last one but I do wanna point them out because as @prapaiwife said, Fort and Peat's acting deserves to be appreciated.

This scene is shadowy as all hell but there's just enough light to appreciate the faces that Mut is pulling in this scene. There's a mixture of annoyance and frustration here. He's narrowing his eyes, he's pursing his lips and setting his jaw a little bit. But it also looks like he's trying not to smile and there's a sparkle in his eyes that tells me he's enjoying seeing Tongrak get pissy.

That's the face of a brat tamer if I've ever seen one.

I also loved seeing how Tongrak got all smiley and fondly amused when Mut said he was beautifully handsome.

But then there's this smile after he tells Mut about his family. It's sad and resigned and doesn't reach his eyes. It's different from the last one, and Mut can see that, which is why he tells Tongrak not to smile like that. We're not done talking about this man and smiling but hold that thought, we'll come back to it here in a sec.

This look and the quickness with which Tongrak says no when Mut asks him if he wants to try love break my heart. There's more resignation there and something else, too. Certainty of heartbreak or maybe just plain old fear.

I, too, am struck dumb when I see Fort's smiling face Tongrak's just like me fr.

It's the shift from soft, open vulnerability to sheer annoyance for me. It's a face that says, "this infuriating man is so fucking annoying, I have to fucking kiss him about it fuck him" and I love it. This kiss also made me think of @chicademartinica and her love of tropical eroticism.

We can't see Mut's eyes here but that same sentiment applies to this face, too.

I love the look Tongrak gets when people say nice things about Mut. He may not realize it--or admit it if he did--but he's so fond of Mut already.

I have nothing insightful to say about these expressions, I just wanna make ya'll appreciate the mole Fort has on that giant fucking arm of his and how normal I've been about it this whole time.

Also more stretch marks. But we're getting off track.

Look at the face Mut makes when he realizes Tongrak's gonna be leaving in a couple of days. He looks crushed. You can tell that up until now, he hasn't really thought about Tongrak eventually going back home.

And Tongrak hasn't thought about it either. You can see him mentally going through his calendar. Neither of them have thought about it, but they both know exactly when he's going to leave and neither of them look happy about it.

Mut says "could you not leave?" without thinking and Tongrak is very obviously surprised but that's all it is. Surprise without anything negative attached to it. And maybe a teeny bit of hope?

He tries to play it off as a joke but Tongrak doesn't let him. He just says "try asking me". Something about his tone and the way he's looking at Mut and stroking his hair and his face really made me feel the difference in their ages. Tongrak looks and sounds so patient and gentle.

I love how often Tongrak's face answers before he does. He was always going to say yes but I like that he told Mut to try asking and teases him a little bit to get him there. Sometimes we have to be brave and find the words and ask for what we want so it'll be given to us. That's how good communication works.

I don't know about anyone else, but I could practically hear Tongrak thinking, "I'm sorry you had to grow up so fast and alone."

Seeing Mut be giddy and shy for the first time since we met him and seeing unabashed joy on Tongrak's face for the first time since we met him are two of my favorite things about this episode.

Making Mut ask Tongrak to stay wasn't about ego or being a brat, it was about a man who doesn't believe in love wanting to hear that his presence was wanted and a man who isn't used to receiving things without offering something in exchange being told that he doesn't have to change who he is in order to be given what he wants and that he's loved appreciated exactly the way he is.

[lemotmo]

Okay I'm going to partially tell on myself. I am new, as in the Buck/T kiss showed up all over my dash, as did all of Oliver's interviews and I just thought he was the yummiest most delightful human being I had ever seen and heard (my god is accent is heaven) new. And I thought that first kiss was really well done. It was a great scene. Now, that being said, I didn'twant to jump into a show that was seven seasons into the story with zero context, except the stuff I had been seeing on my dash for years. So I started from the beginning, with the full intent and excitement of getting to T in season 7. Imagine my surprise when he popped up occasionally in earlier seasons. His only good part was when we were supposed to believe that Chim could lift him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, haha. That was great.

Anyway by the time I made it to season 7, it was too late. I had just watched 5 seasons of Buck and Eddie. There was zero room for T to compete on any level. Which is why the behavior of some is so confusing to me. Let me say first that I do not think the show always intended to put Buck and Eddie together, I don't think that's been the intention since the beginning. There is however a very good case to make that Eddie's introduction was Buck's actual Bi bell ringing moment though (*what a man plays in the background*). I do however agree that the writing has trended, increasingly so, in that direction. The writers do not hold all the blame however, Oliver and Ryan have kind of acted them into a corner. There are several scenes, multiple scenes, where the acting choices the two of them made were interesting, to say the least (looking at you 'go for the title' kitchen scene I love. Buck was flirting on every possible level in that scene).

Sorry, I got off track, back to my point. The people like me, who came in after the kiss popped up everywhere, being all in on T is somewhat fine. The problem would be the ones who are deliberately refusing to go back and watch the entire series before pontificating on B/T being destiny and all that other nonsense. There is an argument to be made that they're avoiding it because they know most of the history dismantles their current ship fixation. So as a result those people can be easily dismissed because they have zero context to any of their opinions. The ones who were with you all for 5 seasons though, yes I've seen their posts, who lost their shit over 2 pairs of lips touching, is what I cannot wrap my brain around. I completely understand the excitement behind that first kiss. It was a much anticipated moment for BUCK. He was the important person in that scene.

But confusing, or deliberately misinterpreting, Buck's revelation and sigh of relief at finally figuring out something pretty significant about himself, as being about him finding T is a gymnastics act I did not expect to see from so many long haulers. I mean, it should be obvious but T wasn't important in that scene. His gender was what was important. Which is why they have barely bothered to show him since that episode. And the interactions they have shown, minus the hospital kiss, that they made sure to show Eddie's reaction to btw, have all been red flag scenes. Little things that show this relationship isn't really that different from his previous relationships. Buck may have figured out the gender part but he's still making the same relationship mistakes. It's why the few scenes they've had together, and it's the bare minimum of effort, have been about Buck trying to initiate some level of communication and emotional connection and him being dismissed or having it turned into a daddy kink joke. I also think Oliver's enthusiasm dipped drastically by the end and it showed.

Which brings me to Eddie. The show, and more so, Oliver and Ryan have already done the hard part. The emotional connection, which is way more difficult to pull off than a physical connection, is already there. Their chemistry is already established.They're partners in every way but physically. As a result it is not a huge character leap to eventually bring a physical relationship into it as well. That will not be a shocking character development for either character. It goes back to the way the two have been written and they way Oliver and Ryan have interrupted those scenes. I won't touch their interviews because I think it's pretty clear, at this point, they seem to agree it's the way to go. There's more story to explore with them learning how to navigate an actual relationship than there is in bringing in other, lesser characters, to firstly try to compete with that connection, and then try to establish endgame status. I don't know. It's not about any two pairs of lips touching it's about the right two pairs of lips touching. Because when it's the right couple the characters get that sigh and exhale of finally! But the audience gets their sigh and exhale of finally as well. That is the point.

Sorry this got looooong 🤣

Ooooh Nonny, you speak right to my heart.

First of all, thank you for going back all the way to season 1 to actually sit down and watch the show. We aren't just making up Buddie. It has been there since the beginning. I'm so glad you got to witness their beautiful history together and that you realised just how right they are for each other.

I can't speak for the people who suddenly turned 180° and dropped Buddie for BT. I have been shipping Buddie from season 2, so I don't understand their reasoning or motivation either. It like you said so beautifully:

"It's not about any two pairs of lips touching. It's about the right two pairs of lips touching."

And that is what it comes down to. We can be content with a lackluster, meaningless relationship for queer rep. Or we can be exhilerated with an amazingly complex and years in the making relationship, which will be so much better for queer rep. It will be revolutionary in so many ways to make a slow burn queer ship canon.

(Before anyone comes at me for talking about queer rep. I have slowly been figuring myself out over the last couple of years and, looking back at my life and relationships, I've come to realise that I definitely belong somewhere on the ace spectrum. Not sure where exactly, I'm still searching for the right label, but it feels right to me. This is actually the first time I said this on a public forum for people to read. Kinda scary to be honest.)

I know what I would choose for myself if I was faced with these two options. Why wouldn't we automatically choose this for Buck and Eddie as well? It's mind-boggling really.

So yeah: queer Eddie and Buddie canon in season 8! All the way!

Don't apologise for your great post. I loved reading it. Feel welcome to drop in whenever you want. :)