#to not leave anyone out. to give ONE a jar of rocks

[void-tiger]

I have a plan. Trusted people say it’s a good plan. I do not know if I have the courage to do said plan.

[satoruhour]

STILL (ALWAYS) HERE

a/n: part two to this but not really? enjoy!

wc: 2.4k

warnings: spider-man!gojo, a little ooc gojo, mentions of blood and bruises, cleaning up wounds, some angst -> comfort, play on that one scene from tasm 2

you’re thinking that you’ve hit another dead end when you groan into your sheets from the headache that wraps around your head. it’s mild and dull but there’s still that throb at the back of your consciousness that you can’t exactly take your mind off of. at least, that was what you were telling yourself — normal headaches caused by the stress of university, and definitely not because of a trivial fight with your boyfriend.

the daunting calculus question stares back at you like it was mocking you, teasing you for getting heated over such a small thing when you knew he was only looking out for you with the best intentions in mind.

with a longing look to your abandoned convo with spider-man!gojo, you sink again into your pillow, lights suddenly looking too bright and the music in your ears, jarring. you haven’t seen him in school today, thinking him to be dramatic as always. but he didn’t need lectures and seminars at this point, either, knowing him to be one of the smartest people you know.

in the midst of quelling your headache and thinking of how to apologise, you don’t notice the way your vigilante boyfriend weaves his web around the trees just outside your window, crafting a sweet message of i miss you along the branches and leaves.

a tangle of webs, stuck like honeycomb to some abandoned shed, a tangle of webbing like his hip to yours. tangles of countless webs like his lips along your forehead when you fall asleep too early during study sessions and finally, his heart beating in time with yours.

one fell swoop of a rock from above makes you head tilt in utter confusion; in no world could a rock fall against your window in an arc like that come from anyone of this world, this dimension, yet you know no other person with wall-sticking and web-shooting abilities and it’s then when the complicated entanglement of letters come into view.

your heart clenches up just a little at the sight, a clear indication that it’s satoru from the similarity of his handwriting that’s on his own pre-calc homework. before you can call out, he shifts diagonally outside your window, mask removed and chest heaving at the anticipation of your reaction — both to the tension of your fight before and possibly another thing.

the darkness of the night hardly provides clarity, though, so when you don’t walk away, gojo feels the pull of your eyes on him, drawing him in and trapping him within your own web like prey. crawling along the side of your house, he gives you one more small pleading look: roughed up hair looking a little dirty and his body just aching so much.

“baby . .” he mumbles, blue eyes softening at the sight of you after not seeing you for just one day. it does things to him, “may i?”

but you’re not truly prepared for until your ceiling light exposes the reality of gojo’s situation, what with his cut-filled face and rips all over his suit. it’s dirty, like he was dragged around and made a fool of fighting god knows who, and he’s — oh my god — is all you mouth out, he’s bleeding from a fairly large wound in his side which he has held pressure with his mask.

“’toru!” you panic and quieten down, “oh— oh my god, fuck, fuck fuck, what do i do? satoru— you’re b-bleeding—” and you regret every single word you yelled at him just the day before, now rewarded (or cursed, rather) with his pristine white suit stained a deep, traumatising red. you’re shaking, rightfully so, and gojo is more calm than you, using his free and clean hand to rub circles into your sides.

“breathe, you gotta breathe, princess.”

“n-no— you breathe! you’re l-losing blood!’’ your throat closes in, your head fills with thoughts of his coffin being lowered. you start to sob, “satoru—”

“hey, hey, hey,” it’s both gentle and strong enough to catch your attention, brushing the stray strands from your face and you already lean into the long-awaited touch. his thumb wipes away the tears that already start falling, “’m still here, ’m still here. i’ve tried my best to cover the wound with extra shirts of mine, just stuffed into my suit.”

sniffling, you speak through hiccups, “why the hell do you have extra shirts in your fighting-villains backpack? w-why do you even bring a fighting-villains backpack?”

through the absurdity of it all: fucking spider-man bleeding out on your wooden floor, your tears mixing in with blood, the branches outside starting to snap and fall from the added tension of the webs, satoru laughs softly, fully cupping your face now and trying his best not to grimace at the increasing ache in his side. 

“and you always laugh at the weirdest fucking times!” you chastise, still speaking through periodic hiccups and sniffles that you keep stuttering, not even able to smack him like you like to do because you know he hurts, “now wait here, you loser.”

a soft thank you is heard, able to breathe a little harsher now that you’ve gone to find the first aid, anxiety obvious in the pattering footsteps heard. without wasting any time, you grab the kit and let him peel off the suit in the bathroom, not even that much focused on his toned body but the amount of bruises and cuts that litter it.

a new wave of panic settles in your bones, a whimper sounding out when your feather-like touches span over his body.

“satoru . .”

“i’m so—”

“no,” you mumble, getting to work fast by taking out the gauze, bandages, whatever you could use. thank the heavens you at least knew some first aid, wincing whenever he hisses at the stinging alcohol. “let’s not talk about our fight now.”

he swallows, knuckles white from how tight he was gripping the sink, “f-first time you’re not asking me to apologise, heh—”

from behind, he can see you lift your eyes from the careful care you execute on his side, meeting your eyes in the mirror that gloss over again with tears and his heart sinks again.

“p— please don’t make jokes when i’m literally stitching you up, satoru,” you whisper, forehead bumping into his bicep, soft but quick breaths fanning over the skin there, “i don’t wanna talk, not while i almost lost you.”

“but it’s hardly any—”

“gojo satoru!” the shout of his full name shocks both of you, not even sure whether you were feeling angry at the fact that he always downplays his injuries, or sad at the fact that he can’t see that he deserves to be taken care of, too. it was always a guessing game with satoru.

“it’s not just anything, g-god! can you have some regard for yourself?” you don’t care that your words echo off the bathroom walls, its acoustics probably making your wails even more heartbreaking for your boyfriend. “look at yourself and tell me that it’s hardly anything! tell me, say it to my face!”

your nose is red, tear stains already making their home on your pretty face while your fingers squeeze the gauze instinctively, and he tells himself it’s all because of him. it’s all because he didn’t want to be a couple in public in fear that his enemies would target you, because he was afraid they’d use you as leverage, as a decoy, as a trade deal. but that has only made the yearning for you more difficult — pinkies barely brushing against each other, an inside joke swallowed into his throat.

satoru is silent, not sure what he could say that wouldn’t hurt you any further and he turns to lean against the sink counter, bloodied hands staining the marble and suit. and if he looked hard enough, he’s sure he can see the ache of your palpitating heart, bleeding down your chest and pooling at the floor from all the pain he’s caused you.

you dance across the bathroom floor, tiles both cold and warm under your feet as you make your move without any sound, afraid, afraid, like he would get pulled away the moment you touch him.

but he doesn’t go anywhere — just jerking a little at the sudden contact.

“satoru . .” hoarse, tired, it’s what he made your voice sound like just yesterday from shouting, and now, today, “i . .”

you cry quietly but never stop your ever loving hands, holding his face to look up from the shame, and you see how dull his cerulean ones look now, softened but dim, gentle but lacking vivacity. you think maybe it’s the tears hindering it. bit by bit, gojo’s tears fall and he apologises.

satoru apologises over and over, i’m sorry’s muttered into your hair, into your forehead, into your lips and both your hands are shaking like on a first date.

“i just can’t bear to lose you,” you mumble shakily, trembling fingers tracing the lines of his features, “and i hope you know how much you mean to me, and— and how much it hurts to see you so nonchalant about being beaten up like this . .”

you stifle a sob when he kisses your fingers as they travel over his lips, having crossed oceans over his eyes and mountains through his nose. his lips, his lips look just like the sanctuary of everything soft and good and righteous, that sliver of perfect time like on juliet’s balcony.

“i’m sorry, i am so sorry, darling. i—” gojo sighs, pain now turning numb but still trying his best not to move an inch, “i guess i just become so used to taking care of aunt may that, i . . am not used to being taken care of.”

you nod in understanding, “i’m sorry too, for lashing out, for dismissing your efforts to make me feel safe. you were only looking out for me.”

gojo’s eyes avert from yours again, looking down at the one thing that signified his place in society — never that much seen, not much recognised, but still revered as the city’s hero. it represents anything from something as simple as getting back an old lady’s handbag to fighting off a scientist-turned-reptilian. but it also represents the why.

why he fights so hard. a star student like gojo definitely wouldn’t pass off the praises when he saves a falling civilian, but it was much deeper than that when it came to it, wanting the city he grew up in to be safe and to seeing the grateful, relieved expressions of passers-by.

it was for you, when the last face he sees before he closes his eyes for the night is your pretty one and he’d be damned if that changed any time soon.

that night where satoru is all patched up and lying like a statue because he’s afraid he’d tear your nicely done stitches (you assured him it was mediocre at best), his hand finds your hand naturally again, playing with the strands aimlessly.

all thoughts of the news articles showing his cheeky spider mask expression, to the funky poses he pulls (from a camera so high up it would really only be one person who plants it there), phases out the cool, suave spider-man persona and centres the stupid, goofy, annoying gojo satoru.

and you smile softly to yourself knowing you’d be the only one to see gojo satoru like this. 

“i should’ve told you why; it wasn’t fair of me to just stop acting like we’re head over heels— hey, why are you smiling?”

“no reason.” and your smile brightens.

“that’s not no reason,” he matches your grin, pulling on your cheek playfully before his hand goes to your nape like clockwork and tugs gently. like you were just a normal couple after a long day, without any indication of a gash along his side, but gojo satoru was far from normal in the grand scheme of things, “there’s always a reason.”

“is that the motto that the great spider-man lives by?” you inch closer to him, smiling from above in the dimness of the room so much so that it makes you look like royalty and him a mere commoner.

“uh . . no, pretty sure it’s ‘with great power comes great responsibility’,” gojo jests with sarcasm laced in his voice, roping you in and you, letting yourself get caught always as you lower yourself on his chest, but not before your lips meet his in a soft, quiet dance with you both being the only ones in the ballroom.

the rush of love that fills you overflows in the way your mouth moves against his, not wanting this sweet, sweet dream to end. especially if you come out empty-handed at the end of it all with spider-man’s, gojo’s blood on your hands, so you keep your eyes shut tight with a promise to yourself to welcome him with welcome arms the second, third, fourth, nth that he climbs through your window, bloodied and tired.

“i’m still here,” satoru whispers against your lips when he feels just how tense you are, easing out the lines of your face and holds you in that moment, held frozen in time like a scene in a snow globe, “i will be here for as long as we are alive,” he takes your hand and puts it up to his heart to remind you of its status, of how it speeds up a tad bit when you stroke his chest, “and i am alive whenever you are near.”

the quiet moment is shared with another soft kiss, features now relaxed when you smile against his lips and inspire the next few moments of endless laughter and jokes, falling into the same breath when sleep catches up.

in the bathroom lies his white-turned-red suit, left abandoned for the normalcy you both chase in your bedroom for at least a few hours until spider-man has to go back to being spider-man and you have calc questions to finish up on. but until then, with the alarm you set at 6am in secrecy before his classes, you’d wake up just to soak and hand wash the red out, returning the blue and white suit back to its glory.

when satoru wakes up the next morning, he finally knows why your warmth in bed was missing for a brief moment of time when he sees the clean folded up suit with his mask on top. you don’t miss with a sandwich either, and a cheeky note — all the best for your most dreaded class!!! if u can fight and come out alive i believe u can survive prof. masamichi lol.

and he laughs softly, sparing a glance to your sound, peaceful self and he finds a renewed sense of the reason why he decided to become spider-man.

spider-man— satoru seals his love with a kiss to your forehead and a messy mumble of i love you, long overdue from the night before.

“thank you for loving me.”

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Soap has a box that sits under his bunk and stays locked at all times. Everyone’s seen it at one point or another but nobody actually knows what’s inside and so they’ve all got their bets on what could be in it.

Gaz said there was a bunch of porn mags in it and got so severely judged for it that he considered changing his bet, but nobody would let him do so.

Price bet that it was family stuff. Pictures, heirlooms maybe some trinkets or what have you from family members (eg. a hair clip from his sister, a cigar from his dad, etc.)

Alejandro said it was different bottles of booze he had picked up from missions, reasoning the man was Scottish so it would make sense.

Rudy had gone the opposite direction and said it was food cause they all knew how much of a foodie Soap was and how severely pissed he got when any of them took his food form the common rooms.

Ghost had shrugged and said it was filled with his old journals since he knew Soap worked through them so fast, and he had never seen what Soap did with old ones anyway.

Soap knows about the bet and he refuses to tell any of them what’s in the box, always deflecting and shrugging whenever he’s asked about it. Because it’s his box of secrets and for once, he doesn’t want to share it with anyone else.

While him not telling is in part due to his own embarrassment it’s also because the box is filled with what the others would consider trash, but they’re special things to him.

It’s filled with trinkets and little bits and bobs from his team members. Different things they picked up during a mission and gave to him or something he had picked up to remember a particular mission for whatever reason.

There’s pretty rocks from Gaz that caught his eye and he just brought with him. They always end up with Soap cause the other man just leaves them in his pockets and forgets about them.

Price gives him snacks and foods from the regions he’s gone on a mission to and Soap keeps the packaging. Cleans it out and keeps them cause he’s a bit of a hoarder like that.

He’s got bullet casings and beer cap lids from missions and nights out with Rudy and Alejandro. No two beer caps are the same cause the two like giving him different alcohols to try and the bullet casings are from the last bullet that ended a mission.

Ghost gives him little vials filled with dirt and he always claims that it’s only because he had picked up too much to fit in his mason jars but Soap knows he does it on purpose. He knows that Ghost picks up his dirt jars and thinks of Soap and getting him some and it’s so heart touching.

It’s also got photos of the team from the ends of missions or night outs and some sketches that he considers too private to leave in his journals. Nothing erotic or anything but things that show the softer moments of their lives or, on occasion, Simon’s face.

So yeah, maybe it is filled with trash and useless crap but it’s his and he doesn’t find any of it to be useless. He loves his little box of trinkets that remind him of times with his team mates, it’s a home away from home for him.

[tasteleeknow-remade]

— lollipop

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff?, roommates to lovers, sub!hyunjin, switch!hyunjin. content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut. word count: 4k

summary: your roommate f*cks a fleshlight, then f*cks you. oil massages and pervy behaviour are involved.

profanity. possessive behaviour. unprotected intercourse. afab!reader. toys. pet names. oil massage. pervy behaviour.

You knew Hyunjin had a crush on you. Your roommate was hardly subtle: offering you a massage whenever you mentioned having a hard day at work, staring at your legs whenever you wore anything shorter than knee length. Then there was the time he’d offered you one of his precious red lollipops—he hoarded them in a jar on his desk—and proceeded to watch you suck on it out of the corner of his eye for the following 20 minutes. 

This had been going on for about a year, which is why you weren’t surprised when you got home from work early to find him fucking his fleshlight and moaning your name. He’d left his bedroom door open. You didn’t announce your arrival, sliding down the wall at the entrance to your apartment so you could listen. Yeah it as pervy and maybe a bit fucked up but after the first time you’d heard him through your bedroom wall chanting your name as he fucked himself, you figured wanking to the thought of his roommate wasn’t any less pervy than said roommate listening. So you’d listen—and god, he always sounded so pretty. You’d nearly given in a few times, finding yourself making your way to his bedroom door so you could catch him in the act. You’d walk in there and let him fuck you—finally giving into the game each of you had been playing with each other. 

You heard the shower start in his ensuite bathroom. You stood up, opened and slammed the front door louder than necessary and headed to the kitchen to heat up the food you had leftover from work. By the time you were sitting on the couch finishing your leftovers, Hyunjin emerged from his room. 

“Oh!” He grabbed the towel around his waist. “You’re back early.” Strands of his wet hair clinged to his forehead, droplets of water rolling down his face. 

“Yeah, I stayed back late on Monday so they let me leave early today.” 

“You just got in?”

“Pretty much.” 

He was silent for a moment, rocking back and forth on each leg. “Cool… I’m just gonna… get dressed.”

“Sure thing.” You smiled before taking the last bite of your food and placing the empty container on the coffee table. “Do you wanna watch a movie tonight by the way?” You asked, just as he was closing his door.

“Oh, yeah if you want.” 

He had the only TV in your apartment, mounted onto his bedroom wall. The living room was occupied by piles of your books when he’d moved in and you’d told him he could keep his TV in his room if he wanted—you’d never owned one. As you’d gotten closer he’d invited you for movie nights in his room occasionally. It was on one of these nights you’d gotten the first hint of his feelings. You’d woken up after the movie had finished to feel his body pressed up against your back, boner pressing into your ass. When you’d woken him up trying to extract yourself from his hold his face had blushed red and he’d stuttered out an apology for his… issue. If he’d reacted more casually you’d likely have put it down to a normal physical reaction. You were still inclined to brush it off but then it was only a few hours later he offered you one of his lollipops. That was when you first noticed the looks. You really thought he had to be aware of it—how obvious he was being—but as more time passed, it became clear to you he was totally unselfaware. It was cute. It also is what makes you want to drag it out, make the pay off more exciting. At first you’d thought you were a genius. The tension building up between you both made for some great sessions with your dildo. You weren’t sure how much longer you could last, though. You weren’t fucking anyone else and listening to Hyunjin desperately fuck into a fleshlight every night was starting to feel like a waste—not when he could be fucking into you instead. 

With all this in mind, it could be argued walking into Hyunjin’s room an hour after finishing your leftovers—wearing only an oversized t-shirt and underwear—was setting yourself up for failure. But the way his eyes dropped to your thighs as you settled yourself onto his bed made it worth the risk. 

“What… what do you wanna watch?” He returned his eyes to the TV, remote in hand. 

“You pick. I’ll probably end up falling asleep anyway.” You grabbed one of his many pillows and held it to your body. 

He flicked through the options until he stopped at your favourite movie, the one you'd seen at least 10 times. “About time? Doesn’t matter if you fall asleep then.”

“When are you going to admit it’s your favourite, too?”

“I don’t have favourites.” He pressed play. 

“Whatever you say…” You settled yourself into the many pillows at his headboard. You slept with the standard two. Hyunjin, on the other hand, liked to be surrounded by them. 

You wake up in a familiar situation, Hyunjin pressed to your back—arms around you. 

“You awake?” you whispered. 

Silence. 

The room was fairly dark, lit only by the galaxy light projected onto the ceiling. You’d bought the projector for his last birthday and he slept with them every night—a little piece of the night sky for him to fall asleep to. He must’ve turned the TV off before going to sleep after you. The last scene you remember was hardly halfway through the film. You pressed yourself back into him—his breath tickling your neck. His arm tightened around you. You considered your options. Option 1: You could go back to your room now, continue on as normal, drawing out your game a little longer. Option 2: Wake him up and make him fuck his fleshlight between your legs—ending your game, but making for a very fun start to your weekend. You grind your ass against him again, your t-shirt riding up your back. If he woke up now it would be so easy for him to slip his cock into your underwear. You imagined making him go back to sleep like that—his hard cock pressed up against your pussy—grinding yourself against him as he slid through your folds. You decided: Option 2. You’d had enough. You lifted his arm off your waist so you could turn yourself around and face him. His lips were slightly parted. You brought your lips to his ear and whispered, “Hyunjin… baby…. wake up.” You felt his arm tense around your waist. “You fell asleep, too.” You pulled back to look at his face. His eyes were open and his lips were parted a little further. He looked between your eyes and then his tongue poked out to wet his lips.

“Y-Yeah, you… you fell asleep so… I just-I just didn’t want to wake you.”

“It’s okay… I like sleeping with you.” You played with the hair behind his ear as you spoke. 

“You do?”

“Yeah… I like when you hold me. Feels so nice having you pressed up against me like that.” You traced his jaw with your finger and watched as his eyes dropped to your lips. “Do you like when I sleep with you?”

His eyes remained glued to your lips, he said nothing.

“Hyunjin?” 

“Huh?”

You couldn't help giggling at his zoned out expression. “You’re so cute…” You traced his lips with the tip of your finger. “You know what I was thinking about just before I woke you?”

He shook his head. 

“I was thinking about how it would feel to have your hard cock pressed up against my pussy.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, brows furrowing. “You… you aren’t fucking with me?” 

“No, baby. I’m not fucking with you. Do you wanna kiss me?” 

He was quiet again for a moment. You waited, then finally he whispered, “Yeah.”

You touched your lips to his, hand cupping his cheek. His lips felt perfectly soft and plush against yours. He didn’t press against you, just let his lips rest against yours—eyes closed. You moved your hand to the back of his neck and pulled him into you. He moaned into your mouth, arm around your waist pulling you against his chest. You’d spent so long resisting him, building yourself up to this; your heart was racing. You murmured against his mouth, “Wanna see your toy…” He ignored you, lips moving against yours. You continued, “The one you fuck every night.” He pulled away, arm around you loosening.

“You-You can hear me?”

You brushed your knuckles against his warm cheek. “Mm, I touch myself to the sounds you make… always so pretty…”

“Fuck.” His lips found yours again, his tongue slipping inside your mouth for the first time. You focused on not losing track of your mission. Not losing yourself in his kisses and letting him have what he wanted. You pulled away. 

“Go get it for me. Your lube too.” 

“Why?” He brought his hand to the hem of your t-shirt, fiddling with the material where it was bunched up around your waist. 

“So you can fuck it.” 

His brows pulled together, “You-you don’t want me to fuck you?”

“Of course I do, baby. Just not yet…” You brushed your fingers across his lips. “Will you be good for me?” He nodded. You kissed his lips softly. “Go get them,” you prompted, lifting his arm from your waist. He rolled out of bed and onto the floor, reappearing holding a shoe box. You watched him pull out his fleshlight and place it on the bed, then he pulled a drawer open in his bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube. He stood there for a second and then looked at you, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. “Come here.” He crawled towards you, lube in hand. You took the bottle from him. “Take your shirt off and lie on your back for me.” He pulled his shirt over his head and fell back onto the pillows, hands gripping the sheets at his sides. “Relax, baby. Gonna make you feel good, promise.” His lips parted as he let out a shallow breath. “Have you been with anyone else recently?” you asked. He lifted his head from the pillow and sat up on his elbows to look at you. 

“No.”

“When was the last time?” 

He dropped his chin to his chest. “Uh… 6 months, maybe.”

“8 for me.” He snapped his head up. 

“Really?” 

You pulled his sweatpants down to his knees. “Been waiting for you.”

He dropped his head back onto the pillow. “I… I was afraid I'd freak you out. Thought you’d leave me.” 

“I’ll never leave you, Jinnie. You’re mine.” You climbed onto his lap, hands on his chest. “Right?”

“Yeah.” He brought his hands up to his chest to hold your wrists. “Yours.”

“Good boy.” You rolled your hips against his, separated from his cock by your underwear and his boxers. “You gonna get nice and hard for me, baby?” His grip on your wrists tightened, his eyes falling closed. “Gonna get you all sloppy and fuck you with your toy. Would you like that, hm?” His hands moved to grip your hips, helping you move back and forth against him.

“Want you.”

“I know… soon…” You climbed off his lap, his hands grabbing for you as you moved away. “Wanna have some fun first… waited so long…” You placed your palm over his boner as you reached to grab the fleshlight where he’d dropped it on the bed. He whimpered as you applied a little pressure to his cock. 

“Please.”

“Shh, I’ve got you.” You pulled his boxers down to his knees and he kicked them off along with his sweatpants. “Knew it’d be pretty,” you muttered as you grasped him in your hand, his hips jumping off the bed—head thrown back. You grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted it into your palm before you grasped him again. “Gotta get you all wet so you can fuck your toy. It doesn’t get wet for you like I do, Jinnie. I get so wet for you.”

“Come kiss me…please… come here.” He reached for you again. You let go of his cock and crawled up to kiss him, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you onto his chest—knocking the breath from your lungs. His hips were jumping off the bed, attempting to find friction as he kissed you. You let him have his way with you for a minute or so before pulling back. “No.. No.. come back…” he whined. 

“You said you’d be good for me.” You grabbed the fleshlight and squirted a generous amount of lube into it. 

“I am. I’m good. I’m good.”

“Yeah? Don’t come until I say so, okay?” You held the fleshlight over the tip of his cock as you waited for him to answer. “Jinnie?”

He took a deep breath, “Okay.” You lowered the toy onto him. “Oh.” You watched his lips part.

“Good?”

“Good,” he rasped. 

You lifted the toy to his tip and began fucking him with it, listening to the sound of the lube squelching as his you milked him. His head was thrown back against his pillows, his neck damp with sweat. You wanted to lick it. Instead you kept fucking him, listening to his whimpers as he tried to keep himself from filling the fake pussy with his cum. “Don’t come, baby. Save it for me, yeah? Don’t you wanna fill me up instead?” He pushed his fingers into his hair, grasping at the strands. 

“Please… need…. need…”

“Mm? What do you need?” You kept stroking his cock. 

“You,” he gasped. You pulled the toy off him and crawled up to peck him on the lips. 

“Okay,” you said, dropping down on your back next to him—listening to him attempt to catch his breath. 

“Really?” He finally asked, turning his head to look at you. He watched as you pulled your underwear down your legs and then placed one of his many pillows under your hips—the fleshlight trapped between the pillow and the bed. “You mean-” He crawled between your legs, looking down at your bare cunt, the fleshlight just below it. 

“Please let me make love to you. I can’t… I don’t think I can-”

“Baby...” You took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. “You’re mine, remember? Never gonna leave you… you can fuck me everyday if you want.” His eyes stayed fixed on your cunt. “Just today… I need you to fuck your toy and make all the pretty noises I’ve been hearing you make for months. Just this once… for me?” He looked up at your face, his hair sticking to his forehead. Then he grasped his cock in one hand and positioned himself between your legs. He pushed himself into the toy as he fell over your body—his face in your neck as he groaned. You pushed your fingers into his hair and he started slowly fucking himself in and out of the fleshlight. “Is it good? Does it feel good, baby?” you murmured into his ear. He didn’t reply, mouth attached to your skin. How the fuck had you resisted this for months? Knowing he wanted you like this… knowing how he felt in your arms… you’d never let him go now. Game over. “Mine,” you murmured.

He pulled back off your body and grabbed your legs, pushing them back into your chest so he could watch your cunt as fucked into the toy. He started muttering to himself as his pace picked up, “Pretty pussy…gonna let me put my cock inside…gonna stay with me….mine…” You watched him work himself up, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep from coming much longer. 

“You can come now, Jinnie. Fill it up for me.” He finally looked away from your cunt to meet your eyes, then you watched as they closed tight and he made the prettiest sound you’d ever heard him make. Game fucking over. 

You woke up in your own bed, arms wrapped around you. After showering together you’d both opted to fall into your clean bed—his sheets destined for the washing machine. The last thing you remembered before passing out was Hyunjin pressing his lips to the skin behind your ear. You turned in his arms, his mouth parted slightly like it had been the night before. You kissed the tip of his nose. His eyes fluttered open, meeting yours. His lips curved into a smile. “Hello,” he said, morning voice raspy. 

“Hello. Did you sleep well?”

“Very.” 

“Are you hungry? I can make pancakes.”

“Alright.” 

You were good at making pancakes, it was probably the only thing you were good at making but you were really good. Watching Hyunjin devour the stack you’d made him most weekends had been your favourite part of the day. From now on, you had a feeling you’d be able to call a different part of your days your favourite. 

You were lounging in the living room in the afternoon sun when your bad shoulder started aching. Hyunjin noticed, as he always did. “Will you accept a massage from me now that I've seen your cunt?”

You burst out laughing, throwing your wooden bookmark at his chest. He grinned at you and then stood up, disappearing into his bedroom. You sat up, grabbing your bookmark so you could close your book and put it back on its designated stack. Hyunjin reemerged carrying a towel, a pillow, and an unidentified bottle. He passed it to you. “Massage oil?” you read from the label. 

“I… had it just in case.” He laid the towel out on the floor. 

“In case you wanted to strip me down and oil me up?”

“I always wanted to do that. I meant in case you let me.” 

“So if I had said yes to one of those many times you offered me a massage… you would have pulled this out?”

“Maybe.” He dropped the pillow at the end of the towel and gestured for you to lie down. 

“Should I take my shirt off?” 

“Stupid question,” he said. You pulled it over your head, leaving you in just your white cotton underwear. You looked up to find Hyunjin staring at your tits. “Pass me the bottle,” he muttered, not looking away. You passed it to him and then lowered yourself down onto the towel on your stomach—arms resting at your sides. Hyunjin straddled you, lowering himself onto your ass. “Is this alright? Not too heavy?”

“You’re fine.” 

“Um, this might be cold at first.”

“Mm, k.” You closed your eyes. 

He moved your hair over your shoulder and then you felt him dribble the oil over your back—a little cold, but it felt nice. It dribbled from your shoulder blades down to the dip in your lower back, just above your underwear. You heard the cap click back on and then his hands were on you, starting at your shoulders. He spread the oil to the areas he was focusing on and the soothing feeling of his warm hands counteracted the pain when he discovered a knot in your muscles. He would patiently work over each one until you felt them ease, the oil helping his fingers glide over your skin. Eventually he started working down your back, pressing his thumbs outwards from your spine, he spent longer at your lower back. He moved down to sit on the back of your thighs so he could get a better angle—your breath hitching when his thumbs hooked into the top of your underwear. His thumbs pressed into the curve of your ass and he pushed up to your lower back, then suddenly he was off you. “Turn over, please.” The first time he’d spoken since he started. You turned onto your back and he repositioned himself over you, resting on your thighs. He picked up the oil bottle again and you watched his eyes focused on your tits as he drizzled the oil over your torso. He dropped the bottle to the ground, leaving it uncapped—eyes remaining where they were fixed to your chest. He brought his hands to your tits, spreading the oil he’d drizzled thoroughly. He hadn’t looked at your face once since you’d turned over. Whether he was embarrassed or just focused, you didn't know. He kneaded your tits together, his big hands cupping each one fully. You struggled to keep your breathing even. He fixated himself on this task like he had to working the knots from your shoulders; as if playing with your tits was an essential part of any proper massage. You watched his face as he worked, pretty lips slightly parted the way you liked so much. 

Eventually he moved down your torso to your stomach, spreading the oil around your belly button and then trailing his hands down over your hip bones and to your thighs. He grabbed the oil again. He drizzled a generous amount over your legs, then began smoothing his hands over them. There wasn’t much kneading or massaging going on at this point. It was more like the oil was paint, your body a canvas and he was attempting to cover you in a base coat. When he was done oiling your legs he moved his hands back up to the top of your thighs, then he spent a while there. You watched his face, his brows drawing together in contemplation. Then he reached for the bottle again and you gasped as he poured the oil over your clothed cunt, enough that the white cotton turned completely translucent. He dropped the bottle to the side and you watched as oil dribbled out of the open cap onto the floor. Then his hands were on you, spreading the oil over your cunt. 

“Hyunjin!” The high tone of your voice surprised you, the first thing you’d said since he’d started. He looked up at your face for the first time. 

“Need to make sure I get everywhere…” he said, before returning to his task. You threw your head back and tried to keep your hips still as he worked you over. “So wet…. how much is from the oil…” Now that the silence had been broken it seemed he was happy to continue speaking. “Need to make sure you feel good everywhere.” He hooked his fingers under your underwear, fingers rubbing the oil into your bare cunt. “What about inside? Do you need loosening up here?” His finger pushed inside you. “Yeah… all tight in here… I’ll fix it, baby. I’ve got you.” His other hand came to massage one of your tits as his fingers worked your cunt open. “Got you all slippery…imagined this every day for months…” You thought about all the times you’d turned his offer for a massage down. All those times you could have had his hands on you like this. “Can’t get deep enough…” He suddenly pulled his fingers from you and stood up, you opened your mouth to protest and then he was pulling his sweatpants down and kicking them aside. You watched his cock bounce as he lowered himself back down again, spreading your legs so he could fit between them. “Need to use my cock, baby.” He stroked himself as he spoke, “That okay? You gonna let me use my cock to work open your tight little cunt?” You thought about the side of him you’d seen yesterday. How he’d been begging to make love to you. You never imagined only a few hours later you’d be the one completley fucking brainless, ready to beg him to hurry up and fuck you. All that dragging it out shit seemed so stupid now; a waste of fucking time. You had him now and you weren’t going to miss out on anything with him again. 

“Please,” you whined. 

He pushed into you, watching where he entered. “Finally…” he groaned. “Never leaving me are you.” He pulled out and fucked into you roughly. “Say it.” 

“Ne-Never. Never leaving you.” 

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[s1ater]

nightmares in an empty house.

pairings. finnick odair x fem!reader

summary. after winning the games, you feel yourself going insane in victors village till a certain someone helps you cope

warnings. swearing, sexual themes

ricky rocks. this idea has been in my head for along time and i didn’t really do any of it justice 😕😭

the room smelt of bleach and cinnamon.

your hair was tied in a knot as you scoped out the entree way, dropping your luggage and belongings to the floor with the fall of your shoulders that were still tense and full of pressure in silent agony.

scoping, a lie. you hadn’t paid enough attention to consider your wandering eyes scoping. you were only trying your best to swallow whole of the situation you were presented in.. but it was like trying to swallow a whole jar of peanut butter at once; rather difficult.

you sighed, laying the palm of your cold, clammy hand upon your hot sweaty forehead, squinting at the rather bright kitchen, concealed by the dark entry way. with no lights on and no windows (aside from the small ones built into the door) you were left to the dark, allowing it to swallow you whole. and you allowed it, finally facing the fact and becoming content that you were finally and utterly alone.

you hadn’t been fully aware of it until now.

before, you used to be fully present within the close gathered district four, active and full of energy as you worked your ass off to make ends meet in order to stay afloat. you had made friends, acquaintances, and kissed more than you could count and only for it all to go down the drain.

you were secluded now. kept away from your old but happy nature, leaving you for the new one to take over without your own control. your new nature. that’s what it was. capitol parties, other victors, new acquaintances but never any friends because you could no longer see yourself get close with anyone. dresses, nice clothes, good food, riches, everything one could dream of was now open for grabs, all just for you. but you wanted none of it.

you traveled away from your luggage and out into the kitchen where you were hit with a flood of natural light seeping in through a wall of large windows all next to each other and giving you a view to your backyard of blue. 

you swallowed thickly out of overwhelm before you heard the rather obvious sound of your front door opening. the cue coming from the rust old hinges that made you jump quickly, reaching for the knife you had tucked in the back pocket of your jeans. 

you were frightful, that being the reason you had raised your knife so quickly to the person who entered into your kitchen without invitation, but the light soon revealed the face of finnick who was quick to throw his hands up in surrender once upon realization you had a dagger pointed in his direction. 

“woah there, cowgirl,” you sighed, slightly rolling your eyes before dropping the blade down with the relaxation of your shoulders, cursing under your breath to his slight smile, “I see you’re settling in well.” 

you scoffed, smiling in despair as you laid your hand on your forehead, just wanting to pass on right there. he could feel it; your hurt and your pain. it was something he was familiar with. so, so familiar that his own past distress begun to resonate within his chest. he hated it.

“i just wanted to leave this for you,” he coughed, trying to drag away from the awful silence that had consumed the two of you faster than he would have liked. he shifted on his feet, leaning toward the small island that was placed in the middle of your kitchen; setting down a white lily. “a house warming gift.”

he tried his best to give you a bright smile, but a thin lipped one came out instead; filled with sympathy. it made you frown harder. you hate sympathy smiles, especially finnicks and that seemed to be the only thing you’ve been getting from him lately.

“try to get some sleep tonight,” he pressed a soft kiss against the side of your head before turning around and withdrawing.

°•

he came back the next day.

you wanted to punch him due to him walking in out of nowhere and throwing your bedroom curtains open, allowing the bright sunlight to eat at the darkness and consume all corners of your bedroom.

“you okay?”

“i’m fine, i just…” you paused, pressing your lips together, trying to rid of the burning sensation that begun to pull at your eyes; tears. “i need you to um, go.”

his eyes lightly gazed over you from where he stood by the window, his face slightly hard and stern, thinking. the sight of you practically drowning in your sheets and pillows made you look innocent and sad.

“you need to get out of bed, sweetheart,” he took a seat on your plush mattress, his hand resting on your legs through the comforter. “let some fresh air in, you need it.”

“finn, please just leave me alone,” you pressed the palm of your hand to your head, rubbing your forehead. “i just want to lay here.”

“that’s not going to do anything good.”

“yeah, and how would you know,” you sniffed, clutching yourself—feeling so cold in your bones and soul, like your whole anatomy was being soaked in ice water. nothing felt right, you couldn’t think straight.

finnick’s tongue pushed into the inside of his cheek, resisting the urge to get annoyed, “i think i would know a little bit about surviving.”

you didn’t say anything. he thought about just walking and leaving you to your sleep, but he felt his chest tighten, knowing that he would have wanted someone there for him after his first games.

he got up from the bed, rounding over and leaning from the other side of the bed to where you laid. you finally saw his face and you wanted to immediately look away, a feeling of guilt and solum hitting your chest hard.

his hand grasped the back of your neck while his head dipped close toward yours, immerse you with his scent and warmth, “i know i’m probably the last person you want to see, but i’m here to help you. i promise.”

his warmth.

“help me sleep then,” you mumbled, not really thinking as your hand loosely grabbing onto his bicep and attempting to pull him closer despite the clear hesitation and resistance he held.

it felt wrong, and he didn’t want to violate a boundary, but with your hand still on his bicep, slowly falling to his hand, you were making things hard.

and he gave in, laying in your bed, right next to you.

°•

“you sure this is okay?”

oh how you didn’t know how this happened; finnick’s body pressed against yours in the foyer with nothing but good intentions that were just sinful.

“yes,” you pressed further into him, reaching for his lips with your own, hoping to drown everything else out, “just kiss me.”

he was hesitant, his eyes searching yours eagerly but he found nothing. your eyes were cold with sad outlines, making you look absent. he laid his rough palm against the side of your cheek, slowly easing his warmth onto you. he knew exactly what you felt, how lonely you were in your very own body and how desperate you were just for someone… someone’s touch and control just so you wouldn’t have to think for yourself.

your eyes fluttered shut and you once again attempt to lean in for a kiss. this time he kissed back, and it seemed like in hindsight, he needed you, not you needing him.

he wanted to make you feel better. wanted your mind to travel elsewhere oppose to where he knew it was exactly right at that moment. he felt it was his responsibility to bring you back stable, even if that required doing something far from right.

you needed help, he wanted to be that help. unfortunately, he was the wrong kind of assistance you actually needed.

his lips cluttered your face, pressing soft kisses that made your stomach twist and turn with what felt like bliss. your head dropped against the back of the wall, small exhales filling the air till you were practically whimpering with his mouth on your neck, his hands grasping every bit of you that he could.

“finn, i need you,” your fingers laced within his hair while you openly spoke without another thought, “please.”

and it was all he needed.

even if he couldn’t take away the nightmares, he could try to take your pain away for just a second.

navigation.

[tac-the-unseen]

Pebble

König x reader fluff

A pebble.

A single pebble lay on your desk.

A dark Grey stone with little clear specks giving the illusion of sparkles. Not terribly unusual if not for the fact that rocks in all different smaller sizes keep showing up around your stuff. You have a jar filled with them. You had no clue why they keep showing up. Everyday one pebble just appears.

Its became routine. Wake up, get dressed, find the pebble, go to work.

You're pretty sure someone's fucking with you. Like 80% sure. You told your supervisors and higher ups. They've sent some to the labs and each time it was simply just a rock. Then will hand you back the shattered stone.

It puzzles you and everyone who knows about the mystery stones. You've asked night sift if they know anything and they just shrug their shoulders.

Some people think a bird of some kind trying to court you. Others think someone is pranking you. And you leen to the latter here. Someone has to be joking with you. Why else would anyone do this? At least the pebbles make you somewhat happy.

To König the pebbles were a simple act of affection without having to get to close to you. Every morning he would get up, go outside and find a rock he likes. Then after putting all his love into it (squeezing the pebble in-between him plams and say nice things to it) he places it somewhere you'd notice.

He's mesmerized your routine so you never catch him in the pebble-placing act.

He thinks that because the pebble makes him happy it will in return make you happy.

Sometimes he finds the rocks on his missions. The pebble catches his attention for a brief moment and then it's in his pocket.

He thinks the rocks are beautiful and wants to give you that beauty.

He would love to tell you it him gifting you pebbles but he's terrified you'll call him weird and file a harassment claim. So he just keeps it up.

He even found tomorrow's pebble.

Tonight was the night. Tonight you finally had the night shift. Tonight you were gonna catch the pebble-placer.

Buuuuut you forgot one thing......the night shift was sooooo boring. Your eyes bore into the green lit monitors. Watching for intruders who dared to step into the base.

Coffee slowly became your best friend. You and the other poor soul on grave yard duty alternated making rounds about the base.

You read the clock....0200....2 AM....Mina stood from her chair. She stretched like a she was praying to a God and then made a hum. " my turn then." You nod as she swayed to the door. She stopped then turn to face you "Should a bring back a snack?" You nod again "Fuck yeah. Anything is good." She smiles lightly at you." alright, see ya."

"see ya." You repeat.

You watch on the monitors as she wanders around. Then you foot steps outside the door. You look down at the screens once again. Only to see the person just out of frame. Just barely out of sight.

You grab the gun from your hip. While the chance of an intruder are slim it will never be zero. You point it at the door and stayed there.

The door knob slow turned. A tall figure pushed into the dimly lit room then it paused.

There stood König. Eyes blown wide from what little you could see under his sniper hood. His shoulders tensed and hitched up. His arm slowly come up as to look non-threatening.

"König? what are you do here this late??" You whisper shout as you put your gun back in the holder on your hip. He seemed to relax for a moment. You and König have been friends for a few years. Not super close but close enough to hang out sometimes.

He started to panic trying to find an excuse. "I-I...got lost...." he stuttered out. You don't buy it. Before you can say something, Your eyes travel to one of his hands. it looks like he's holding something. He follows your gaze and snaps his hands to his chest. "I'm sorry I'll leave." He scrambled to the door. Out of instinct you grab him.

"König get back in here!" You yank at his shoulder. He freezes again then turns to you. His eyes are filled with fear but he listens and steps back into the room. You close the door behind him and take a breath.

You move to look in his eyes. "König why are you actually here?" He responds with the shaky breath. He looks around and then looks at the door, planning his escape. He looks down at his hand. "Can....Can I show you something and you not make fun of me?" He says softly.

You nod your head. "of course König. What do you want to show me?" He trembles and slowly holds out his hand to yours. He grabs your hand and opens it. softly a little light Grey pebble fall out onto your plams.

Your eyes blow wide as you stare at the pebble. You look up to meet König's eye only to see him make a run to the door.

He's gone before you have the chance to say anything.

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Minor editing to format!

This was my first post and it blew up on AO3. So if you've ever wondered who wrote the pebble head cannon, that me!

[flbrokensoldier]

Hey! As a thank you for 11 followers and a bunch of likes, heres a little headcannon list for both Cassidy and Carlos (I will do one for Leon and whoever you guys want form my list that's here)

Carlos General Headcannons <3

Alright to start this off, this man can go from full coherent english to straight up pissed Portuguese ranting.

Its cute when he does it but dang, the first time you heard it, it was a bit intimidating.

However, after you decide to take some Portuguese lessons to better understand him, it all starts making sense.

It's adorable because he'll also flirt in Portuguese, calling you all sorts of sweet nicknames like handsome/beautiful, or other little nicknames.

At first when you both met, he didn't explain what he was saying so later after learning some of his native language, it started to make all the sense in the world.

When you call him "bonito" for the first time, he's super shocked and he gets all flustered because he knows you understand what he's saying.

He's also a massive flirt, when he first meets you and when you make it official, still the biggest flirt you've probably ever know.

Another thing, this man only really seems to swear in Portuguese when he's genuinely pissed off, so you'll know when it's a bad day at whatever job he's working.

This man absolutely loves sunsets and sunrises. The colors. The display. All of it he absolutely loves.

This man also loves art in general. Paintings that seem to call out to him are ones of forests, sunsets, animals, and stars.

He cannot paint worth shit but he loves to admire it.

If you two ever have a proposal, he'd definitely do it under the stars at a place that means the most to you both.

He would get a big ring with a big gem, but if you ask for otherwise, he'll make sure it's small yet beautiful <3

His favorite colors are red and blues. (I'd say green if it's a normal universe but if we're talking after Raccoon, it reminds him of his uniform and brings back memories so he's not too fond of owning clothing with green or things green.)

If we're talkin' a normal universe or AU, he's a family man. He'll take you to see his family, tell them thousands of stories about you, and makes sure that his siblings don't terrorize you, especially the two younger ones.

His love language is physical touch (or pebbling - meaning giving little gifts that remind him of you) and he likes to receive love by time.

Now about the pebbling, he'll find some sort of rock that could he a red tint and say it reminds him because of your fiery personality.

At this point you have like three different jars of stuff he brings to you, it's adorable but makes finding space sometimes a difficult thing, but you manage

Now if we're in raccoon city or shit is still south with the zombies, he pebbles by finding things you need.

That being ammunition, bandages, and so on.

He's a sweetheart really, he may not show it but he's fragile inside.

He hears you get hurt, his heart drops and he panics until you make it back, even if it's emotionally. (Mostly after everything in Raccoon, as any person, he'd panic easily.)

He's got a big heart so it's easy to get it hurt with other people, but if he catches onto someone being rude and using him, he kills them with kindness.

Hes got a death stare, it's rare but DAMN.

Makes everyone go silent, especially if someone is being annoying to you and flirting with you to the point of you feeling scared and uncomfortable.

That glare is rare though and he rarely uses it around you <3 (mostly because he doesn't catch himself doing it half the time)

Let's leave it off with a soft one for him

He loves to slow dance with you in the living room, any slow song, he'll dance to and he'll carefully hold your hips with one hand while the other holds your face, peppering you with kisses like mad.

Cassidy General Headcannons <3

First off, this man.. Has no filter.

Hes honest to his core.

If anyone in Overwatch asks for his opinion on something, he's brutally honest.

He hates sugar coating with a passion.

He likes to hold your hips, as long as you're comfortable with it, and sway you back and forth to some country song he'll either sing or him to you.

His love language is words of affirmation and physical touch, he prefers to receive love with acts of service or physical touch.

He is touch starved but he hates showing it, he thinks its one of his weaknesses

give him a hug or kiss please

He loves being close to you during missions, he will protect you fiercely and do almost anything for you.

He loves watching the little things you do, like fixing your shirt because it's being stupid, mostly because of the faces you make.

He loves your little expressions you do

He also loves it when you get excited.

HE WILL AND CAN PICK YOU UP AND CARRY YOU AROUND, ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE WOUNDED.

He will insist to do it over anyone else. If someone tried he will be slightly disappointed but he will keep trying to ask to carry you.

His swearing is hilarious, it's a bad habit and goodness he's a sailor more than half the time.

If someone chews him out over something, he will say the most Cassidy thing he can like.. "Sorry to disappoint ya, but I ain't changing for even god darlin'." most likely followed by a wink

He will try not to smoke around you if you request him to, he's very respectful of boundaries and will not push.

If someone pushes your boundaries, he will tell them what for.

His favorite color is reds, silvers and blacks <3

HE LOVES SNUGGLING, he won't actually be physically affectionate in front of strangers but with everyone in overwatch, he will show you off.

His reputation he doesn't want being ruined thinking he's gone soft OR having some bad people get ahold of the information and knowing you were his true weakness.

He can not lose you, if he does, he will spiral into a dark pit of depression, drinking and smoking them damn cigars until he drinks and smokes his way into an early grave.

Now, if he drinks around you, it's little amounts and that's all he drinks in total. He thinks that around you he will try and better himself even if it's slightly, just for you.

This means less drinking, which are first he was annoyed with but he never took it out on you and didn't give up.

In the end, he drinks a healthier amount and he smokes still like crazy but that's addiction for you. He will try and work on that sooner or later though.

HOWEVER, DON'T EXPECT THIS TO HAPPEN OVER NIGHT.

This was very much so a comfort for Cole when he was in Deadlock and Blackwatch.

It still is.

It will take a lot of courage and a lot of personal growth for him to finally stop.

He loves you yes, but this is something that will take him more than what it took to cut back on the drinking.

He loves cats more so than dogs.

Dogs get up in his face and he's usually got a cigar and he doesn't want them getting burned.

He also doesn't like the smell dogs have.

He doesn't mind them though, just least likely to show them affection.

If he ever gets settled down and buys a home, the first thing he's getting is a cat.

A rescue at that.

Hes got a soft spot for kids, he'll show them tricks and he'll spend time with them, he will also try so damn hard to protect their innocence since his was short lived when he was younger.

He grew up too fast and wouldn't want that for other kids.

He doesn't out right show he cares though but when you look away, don't be shocked if you see him with his hat off and on the kids head when you look back.

<3

Again, thank you so much for 11 followers! 💚

[fandom-madness69]

I'm a day late and a dollar short but what's new?!

We have GOT to talk about the REST of the Thrill Ride O' Love scene. Especially the animatics along the walls telling Hephaestus's story. Because as jarring of a song as What Is Love? was in that scene if fucking fit so well!

First we get the Shadow Hera! Larger than life. Big regal gown, tall adorning crown, Mother of the Gods of Olympus, Goddess of Marriage.

And we get her getting pregnant with Hephaestus! All the way down to his little baby blacksmithing tools :3

And then we see her throw Hephaestus off Mount. Olympus. As is told in his story.

But there's a thing that really caught my attention here. Because in the rest of the story we see him leave out not a single important character to his story! So where is his father? The big guy himself Zeus?

Unless! They're going with the versions of Hephaestus's story where Hera miraculously convinced Hephaestus. Because we've seen Rick switch up the Medusa story. And wow do we love him for it!

But that's not my only point! Circling back to the song and then later on to the story about how Hephaestus trapped Hera, his own fucking mother btw in case that flew over anyone's head like it did mine the first few times I watched ep. 5, and so the gods offered him Aphrodite's hand in marriage in exchange for Hera's freedom.

The whole rest of the time Hephaestus has painted himself the tragic dude in the story. Not necessarily the hero but definitely the victim. We see him get rejected by his mother. By Aphrodite for Ares, from the fucking BEGINGING, and then so on.

But what really fucking gets me is not only did he do this ride exactly like this as a trap for his wife and her lover BUT that he had no fucking clue they were there! He was willing to force Ares to sacrifice Aphrodite, his OWN FUCKING WIFE, over a shield and not think twice of it. He wouldn't have fucking known they were there because as we can clearly see by this counter

He clearly wasn't alerted to the presence of his wife and her love affair! Meaning they just fucking materialized in his amusement park, like gods do.

And the words of the song. Oh the words. "Baby don't hurt me no more?" How about you're the only one who has caused any harm since your mother tossed you off Olympus? And NO I AM NOT EXCUSING WHAT HERA DID! Don't even go there. That's for another time.

You repeatedly got rejected and bro I get it. That shit hurts. As a fellow Black Sheep of the Family™️ I fucking understand my dude. And I also completely understand how much gods don't fucking understand humans. And so it wasn't even a concept in his mind to do anything other than what his family had already done to him. Backstab, betray and barter.

But to have the audacity to beg the woman who didn't want anything to do with you, still doesn't, and was forced to wed you to save her mother, YOUR MOTHER, not to hurt YOU anymore! Sickening.

But he gets it. Now anyway. Or he's starting to. Because of Annabeth. Because she found a friend who is giving her unconditional love. Who isn't making her earn it despite having told her he would earn hers! And she's doing the same. She's falling apart and building herself back up all with this one (1) boy's help. And neither of them know it yet. But ohohohohoho they will soon.

And these few moments Hephaestus spent with Annabeth gave him the biggest vibe check of his fucking immortal life. "Maybe some of us don't want to be that way anymore either?"

Like Sir are you realizing that you TOO took things too far? Not even this time like you said Athena did, which btw she's always taken it too far just throwing this in here, but really? Are you getting it now? Did the twelve year olds fighting to sacrifice themselves despite everything fucking shake your world? Rock you to your very atoms? GOOD! You victim mentality, hero complex asshole.

[starsfic]

if your prompts are still open may i request monkey king getting groomed by someone after not being groomed in centuries and swk just up and falling asleep to the touch?

Anon: prompt of monkey king shuddering into macaque’s platonic touch after being groomed for the first time in centuries Anon: Prompt: Wukong gets nightmares one night and Macaque is left to hear the agony as Wukong talks in his sleep

Sun Wukong ended up moving in with him.

Macaque wasn't sure how, exactly. He just knew that Wukong needed a place to stay while the hut on Flower Fruit Mountain was rebuilt and the kid, for whatever noble reason, refused to let him stay alone at the temple. So, somehow, he ended up with him.

It...wasn't too bad.

Sure, it had been centuries since they had actually lived together. (Macaque didn't really count his dipping in and out at the mountain since Lady Bone Demon was living with Wukong.) But Wukong was pretty, almost weirdly, polite. He made some messes here and there but quickly picked them up, and even made dinner. He had started working at a garage he supposedly owned to help out with rent. (Macaque hadn't yet told him that the landlord was too scared to collect rent from anyone since he moved in. All the money was being saved in a jar under his bed to give back to Wukong when he eventually moved out.)

It was a nice change from when they first lived together, but Macaque had a feeling it was because Wukong worried about being kicked out and possibly disappointing the kid. When he returned back home, he would return back to his usual annoying self.

What wasn't nice was Wukong's sleep.

Macaque was a light sleeper. He often awoke thanks to a weird noise that his ears caught, and then he couldn't go back to sleep for hours. Usually, he would work during that time, focusing his awakeness on a project that would eventually lull him back to sleep.

Wukong slept like a rock. A crying rock.

It took almost a week for Macaque to catch it, suggesting Wukong must've tried to hide it.

It happened usually around one to three in the morning, when Wukong was deeply asleep. Silence, except for the shuffle of his sleeping body adjusting positions. And then, a noise. Soft, almost easy to miss.

A sob.

The sobbing would continue for a few hours, leaving Macaque the only one to hear what sounded like Wukong's heart being ripped out. Occasionally, he mumbled in his sleep, soft whispers of names or words that Macaque didn't try to listen to. It felt too private.

Eventually, they would die down, and the silence would return. The next morning, Wukong and his weird polite elf would come out, and then they wouldn't talk about it. Macaque never moved from his bed, tried to ignore the whispers.

Until, tonight, when-

"MACAQUE!"

The scream jostled Macaque right out of bed. "What the-?" he grunted, sitting up and rubbing his head. The yell of his name echoed in the silence of the apartment, excluding the quiet sniffles and whimpers from down the hall.

Despite the pity and grief at lost time that had been stirring in his chest recently, Macaque couldn't help an annoyed noise. "Of course, Wukong wakes me up- probably something stupid-" Still, he got up and headed down the hallway.

The guest room was almost too neat and tidy. The only point of mess was the bed, where Wukong had shaped a rough nest. Faintly, in the glimmers of moonlight, he could see the amber fur of said monkey. It was visibly trembling, Macaque's hearing picking up the noise of the individual hairs rubbing together.

He stepped closer. Before he could raise a hand, shake Wukong's shoulder, the monkey rolled over. Macaque froze at the sight of Wukong's eyes wide open, the glamor fading to be replaced by deep blood red. He raised a hand and waved it in front of those red coals.

Wukong didn't move.

Oh. He was sleeping with his eyes open.

That probably gave those soft tears easier access.

Macaque, for a split second, was tempted to run back and hide in his bed. Whatever could make the legendary Monkey King cry was nothing to sneeze at. Still, he stayed put. He watched those tears roll down his former king's cheeks, unsure of what to do, fighting that urge to run.

Instead, his hand raised up.

The moment his fingers brushed against that soft amber fur, Wukong's trembles suddenly stopped. Macaque dared to push his hand in, feeling his skin prickle at the touch. Wukong's eyes stayed open but dead to the world.

Macaque scritched.

His other hand rose up and joined the first. It took a moment or two, but they began to move in a familiar motion, something Macaque hadn't done in years.

He sat next to Wukong and groomed him.

He wasn't sure why. His own sleep was being disturbed by this, after all. Still, he stayed put, making sure to untangle every knot and bite down on any pesky bugs. Macaque, maybe, needed the comfort as well.

All he knew was, slowly, Wukong's eyes slid close and relaxed.

[altruistic-meme]

HI @spaghett-onaplate YOU SAID YOU WOULD LISTEN TO MY SPEECH ABOUT GEOCACHING SO HERE IT IS :) admittedly, i haven’t really done it in years and also i am going to go mostly off my memory so a lot of the technical aspects will be dodgy since i was. 8 or 9 years old when we started doing it and thus everything was handled by my dad. but. Here we go anyway!!

So geocaching is, at its core, a world-wide treasure hunt. You go around to different locations and look for some type of container that was put there, sign your name in the log, and then put it back to be found by the next person. 

What is a “cache”? What does it look like?  That’s one of the best parts: it can look like literally anything! One of the most common caches and perhaps the most well-known is the ammo can:

But people will use anything! Other common cache containers include: peanut butter jars, pill bottles, tupperware containers, and fake rocks. Geocaches come in all kinds of sizes, shapes, colors, styles. Things that my family has found used as geocaches include: a literal battery, a bird feeder, fake pinecone, gatorade bottle. As long as you can fit a little bit of paper inside it, it could be used as a cache. 

Some paper? What is the paper? The log! Whenever you find a cache, you write your name (usually your username on the official geocaching website) and the date. This is used as a way to keep track of the cache, who has found it, how long it has been there. It’s really cool when you find one and find out someone had found the cache the same day you did!

Always bring a pen to sign the log!!! For some caches, there might be a pen inside the container, but it is always best to assume there won't be!

Official geocache website? Yep! This is where my knowledge is incredibly rocky, but I did watch my dad using it sometimes. But from what I can recall, the website is where all of the caches are logged so that you can get the information you need to actually, you know, find the cache! And it’s a community as well; people leave comments on the individual caches, saying that they found it and sometimes giving anecdotes about their experience in looking for it (ex. My family went to the bottom of a canyon here to get a cache once, and we were all dying on the way back up because of all of the stairs. We still make jokes 10 years later about the hellish canyon!). And, sometimes, they’ll say that they couldn’t find it, which does happen quite a bit! Either the cache was too well hidden, or a well-intentioned muggle found an old peanut butter jar covered in camouflage duct tape and thought it was just trash in a National Park, so they took it to dispose of it.

(Wait- muggle? Yeah, it’s unfortunate that the term is shared with that series, but muggle just refers to anyone who is not a geocacher!)

How do you know if a muggle has disposed of the cache you’re looking for? Really, you can’t. It can be assumed if, say, there are a lot of people saying they couldn’t find it and no one saying they could. But sometimes it really is just that well hidden. Oftentimes if it starts seeming like it might be missing, the person who originally placed the cache will go to see if they can find it since they know what it looks like and where it was originally hidden to verify if it’s still there. 

It is for this reason it is always advised to put a geocache back EXACTLY where you found it! This is not always possible, and my family has had to semi-relocate caches in the past if the spot it was sitting is flooded or it otherwise seems dangerous for the cache to be there. But as a general rule, try to leave the cache exactly how you found it in the first place so that others can find it after you!

Who can place geocaches? Anyone! I do not know what all is involved in it, but caches are made by people in the community! It’s not as though there is an official group of people who place every cache. There are way too many for that to be the case. 

Are geocaches only in parks? Nope! They can be found anywhere! National/State Parks (at least here in the US) are very common, but some other places we have found caches include: water towers, highway guard railings, the woods just off the highway, cemeteries, parking lots, people’s yards, community centers, libraries, museums. (Let me tell you, it’s really fun to be 14 years old with your dad, standing outside of your minivan looking at the guard railing on a busy highway. We have had people pull over to ask if we need help before.)

Okay, so what information do you need to find a geocache? The information that we used was usually: 

What size is it?

Micro (battery)

Small (pill bottles, fake rocks)

Medium (ammo cans, pb jars, some tupperware)

Large (water jug, birdhouse)

How hard is it? Easy, normal, hard, etc. 

Coordinates As in, the literal coordinates. We had a handheld GPS for this, but from what I can see they also have an official app which should be able to do the same thing – assuming you don’t go somewhere without signal!

Fun fact! Some large enough geocaches will contain swag! Swag is usually just small, cheap items that are a take-one-give-one system in geocaching. I assume it is something used mostly for kids, but it can be fun to see what kind of swag a cache has! I got a few fun trinkets this way. If you are going to look for a cache that is medium or larger, it’s a good idea to carry a piece of swag with you in case something catches your eye!  Travel Bugs are a special swag item! They’re different from normal swag in that you aren’t meant to keep them. They are often on journeys! You can pick up a Travel Bug from one cache, scan it’s tag to see where it’s been before, and leave it in a cache you find later down the road.

Where can caches be hidden? Anywhere – with one exception: caches should NOT be buried. They will never be underground. But other than that, pretty much anything is fair game! One of the most common places is in a UPS, an Unusual Pile of Sticks, which just means a pile of sticks that looks a little too well-positioned to have fallen naturally. But other places include: gardens in front of businesses (the first cache we found!), hanging from a tree, magnetized to the previously mentioned highway railings, underneath the cover at the bottom of street lamps, inside tree trunks. 

What countries do geocaching? From what I know, every country! I have only ever found US geocaches because I have only left the US once and we didn’t get one in Canada, but I know my Uncle has found them in France as well. This is a world-wide game! I hope to get a geocache next time I leave the US :) 

OKAY that is all of the information I can think of right now. I kind of really want to get back into geocaching now, make my own account! My family found I think over 5000 geocaches from when we first started until now, from all across the country, including at one point I think almost every cache in Georgia. So I would be starting way from scratch, but it would be my own adventure :) plus I would get to revisit some places! (maybe not the canyon.)

Questions? I am open to answering further questions, though again I definitely don’t know everything, I just spent a lot of my youth doing this! But, I do also have access to my dad who knows a lot more of the specifics and details than I do. I also recommend looking at the official website for more information as well!

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑.

word count: 3.436k trigger warning: lots of cursing, drugs, smoking, flirting, y/n sings like a goddess, basically simple mötley crüe things, sleeping in one bed (YEAH GIRL), nikki is jealous of y/n's ex

long story short, vince came. y/n sat it the kitchen, tried to open a jar with a knife. nikki was probably getting something to eat. after getting away from the party 'convincing' vince, she went to her rent to pack up her things.

♡

knocking on the door, jessica immediately opened it. the other guests used to be the cops, but they banged so loudly on the door that everybody in the whole building could hear hat.

"where were you, y/n?" she asked, following her as she went to her room. "i was thinking you are dead or beaten up, or overdosed!"

y/n turned back to hug her. jessica was just as vulnerable as she, they tried to keep their head above the water, but sometimes, it was really complicated. one night, y/n was watching the commercials against drugs and alcohol, she just took a hit from the weed they had. if you lived here, you'd know why people love it. sure, she could blame herself for being uneducated and not having good grades, but around her in the orphanage, it was average.

"don't worry, i was at nikki's. he's a good guy, really, he's normal. i'm moving in to him. you can move in with the guy you mentioned." y/n talked, jessica helped her to get a bag big enough.

"forget it, we broke up." the other girl shrugged her shoulders, lighting a cigarette. y/n grimaced.

"what an asshole!"

"come on girl, hit one with me before you go. they tucked it into my bra last night." jessica said, giving her the cigarette. y/n took it, sitting down on her bed.

"so, you never stay at the boys' house you fucked, so this nikki is... special?" jessica smirked while crawling up to the head of the bed, making y/n roll her eyes despite smiling.

"well, we didn't had sex, but... it's kinda crazy, because we're gonna make a band. a band, can you believe that?"

"a band? are you gonna be the singer?" jessica looked surprised, making y/n nod.

"or at least i hope so. i can be a whore on los angeles' streets too, but yesterday i sang a song to prove that i'm good enough, and... it seemed like they were liking it."

"really? and what's the band name, sweetie?"

"uh... we don't have a name yet. and i just invited the other singer, vince to come today. but if that's good enough, i think we can hit."

"invited?"

"well, i told him i'm gonna cut his dick off if he doesn't come, but... it works... maybe?" they laughed at that.

"my girl. nikki has probably fallen in love with you already." jessica wondered, taking the last hit.

"i don't know... doesn't it fuck up the band if there's a relationship?" y/n rolled the hem of her coat between her fingers. jessica seemed like she was sinking into deep thoughts, but then, she shook her head.

"no. i think it's the coolest shit that can ever happen in los angeles. a pole dancer and a sleazy rocker rocking the world? craziest shit i've ever heard around!"

"wooo!" laughter and long applause filled the room, y/n began to pack her things.

after everything was done, her room seemed only a little bit empty. it wasn't unusual her to just be a passenger, but leaving jessica and this place was a strange. the two girls just got swept together by life, y/n was always like this: going with the flow, arriving to one place and then packing and walking towards.

"don't be corny right now, y/n." jessica stepped beside her. y/n turned and hugged her, stronger than anyone. she didn't know why. she just wanted to be like a normal school girl who is moving out from her parents' house.

"i'm not. take care of yourself, please." y/n said to her, inhaling and exhaling.

"don't forget the post code, i want vip tickets. fuck everybody who doesn't believe in you, who think that you are just a skimpy pole dancer. if you can get higher, get higher."

if you can get higher, get higher. it ringed in her ear as she walked up to nikki's.

y/n didn't have much things; she could pack in a big bag containing make-up and her clothes, shoes and some little things she thought it's going to be useful.

"that's all?" nikki asked as she packed her things to the drawers. he received a nod.

"yeah. i had more stuff when i got out from the orphanage, but i sorted some things out when i had to move. mainly clothes, so it's okay."

"it's so crazy that we both got into the system. well, i got by myself, but... yeah, it's crazy."

"how did you arrest your own mother?" y/n asked, slumping down on the couch. nikki sat beside her, she offered him a cigarette. maybe it's easier this way.

"she was the worst person who i knew. she had another boyfriend every week, and she said... she said that my dad doesn't call us because he doesn't want me."

"that's stupid", y/n said, "i only got to know what a phone is when i was twelve years old. we had none in the orphanage, not like anyone wanted to call us." she laughed bitterly. he looked at her.

"what happened to them?"

y/n shook her head, shrugging her shoulders.

"i only speculate, based on the rumors around. my mother was deported to russia after i was born. sometimes i think about, why she didn't want me with her? is russia that bad you don't want your child in it? or... did she just peeled me off 'cause she didn't love me? it's so confusing."

"i think she loved you. but she didn't have the time and the chance to show it. and... your father?"

"i guess my mother doesn't remember him either. but that's fine, fathers are assholes. every father i knew is an asshole."

♡

"tommy, could you help me with opening this shit?" she asked, cutting up her palm doesn't sounded good. tommy was nowhere to find, and y/n was way fucked up to go out for a cigarette. forgetting she had a knife in her hand, she sat down on the stairs outside.

suddenly, a red car stopped right in front of the house, making her watch it. then, two blonde haired chicks stepped out -no, it was just one chick. the other was vince. walking up on the stairs, she nodded and waved as they walked by.

"hello, y/n. is that the notorious knife from yesterday?" y/n looked at her hand. fuck, did she really bring it out? nodding, she inhaled the smoke.

"i was just getting ready to go after you." she replied, making the girl beside vince frown. "hello to you too, girlie. i'm just finishing this, everything's ready in there." she nodded in the direction of the door.

"thanks." vince and the girl walked up. his girlfriend had nice hair.

walking in, they just waited for y/n to show up.

"so, here's the lyrics, this is 'live wire'."

"yeah, i like this one." nikki plucked in the guitar, y/n picked up both microphones, but she could feel and see that vince's girlfriend was uncomfortable.

"what's wrong, babe?"

"i'm just trying to make sure these guys... and this girl is good enough to play with you. do you think she's really innocuous?" at this, y/n looked at her. excuse me? everybody excluding the two looked each other, making y/n sniff.

"i don't care what the fuck is your problem, okay? vince, hold this, and sing." she said, pushing the microphone into his hand. y/n looked at his girlfriend. we're not here for your fucking catwalk, sweetheart. mick began to riff his guitar, and the chick finally sat down.

plug me in, i'm alive tonight out on the streets again turn me on, i'm too hot to stop something you'll never forget take my fist, break down walls i'm on top tonight, no, no

"this isn't right!" the girl yelled, but y/n almost didn't hear it.

"all right, stop." nikki signed to the others, making the noises stop.

"this music's way too heavy, baby." at this, y/n giggled, looking at tommy who snickered too.

"thank you." nikki answered sarcastically.

"why don't we just tune it all down a whole step, so that he can..." mick started, making tommy get in.

"let's play it faster, too." he said, making vince's girlfriend smugly smile.

"if you really stretch out the chorus... y/n come here, look at this. you're gonna take part in here, and then you and vince sing the whole bridge, okay?" nikki asked her as she ran through the lyrics.

"yeah, sure. everything for her majesty." she bit the last part, making the girl glare at her.

"...and punch the top, man."

"right, okay."

"hit this note, right here... and muzzle that." he said, pointing to his girlfriend. this was the breaking point, she got up to yell about fucking assholes, but mick's bass pushed it down into the dirt.

as vince began to sing, y/n waited for her part, bathing in the music, smiling at him. then, he pointed to y/n, and she knew that this gonna be the best fucking thing that ever happened to her.

take my fist, break down walls i'm on top tonight, no, no

better turn me loose, better set me free 'cause i'm hot, i'm young, running free little bit better than i used to be

'cause i'm alive, live wire 'cause i'm alive, i'm a live wire

pulling the whole song, at the end, when the last riffle was over, y/n panted, feeling sweat wetting the valley between her breasts.

"guys," she began, looking at tommy, mick, vince and then nikki, "i had some doubts until now, but i think we're gonna fucking make it."

"yeah!" tommy screamed, jumping at them from behind the drummer set. getting beer for everyone, vince's girlfriend long forgotten, they clinked their bottles and began to drink.

♡

after beers, cigarettes and a couple of hours, they sat together to get the band a name. tommy was burning cockroaches with hairspray and a lighter, while y/n pointed them out for him.

"there's one too, toms! over there!"

"fucking roach! i'm gonna fix it, y/n! burn fuckers!" after he eliminated two with his improvised weapon, he sat back as nikki was ready with writing. y/n sat between tommy and vince, she threw her legs on tommy's lap, while leaning her upper body to the other boy.

"so here's my theory, okay? if we want to knock people on their asses, then we've gotta give them a show. the punks, they're doing the minimalist thing, so let's take it in the exact opposite direction." he began, getting the others nod. "i'm talking about stadium show in the clubs, man. like, costumes and lights and-"

"pyro! flames and shit!" tommy shouted, using the hairspray again.

"exactly!"

"explosions!"

"exactly!"

y/n looked at mick, they communicated with their eyes like do you have some sedatives? no, sorry. oh, leave it.

"look, it's a fucking war out there, and the only way we win is by showing these kids something they've never seen before."

that's right. and a rock band with four guys and one girl isn't a good start already, huh?

"so what we do call this thing?"

"here. you know, it's all about being, like, fucking larger than life." nikki searched between his notes, his tongue poking out. y/n almost licked her lips, she searched for the glam and shine in his eyes when he was talking about things he loved or fancied. it was his new band, actually, but y/n didn't mind it. it was like another world showed through his eyes, into his mind.

he showed up a paper with 'x-mass' written on it. x-mass? he surely knew better than that.

"on a scale to ten, that gets a 1.9." y/n tried not to laugh at this, pressing her mouth together, her cheeks puffing out like a hamster as she looked at tommy.

"it's a play on christmas." nikki explained annoyed. "you can use all the christ imagery and shit. it'll piss people off, and make them think, you know. it's got shock value." he looked at y/n for reassurance. her heart began to strangely warm, just like her cheeks. when they were at the party, it was the only two of them, but now with the others, it was... public. fucking strange feelings. she pouted a little and shook lightly her head.

"yeah. i'm shocked by how much it blows." why mick got to be this sarcastic and funny? tommy slapped her shoulder as he laughed, and her back shook to because of vince. y/n got to cover her mouth with her hand to cover the bubbling giggle.

"all right then, assholes. you give it a shot, but make it fucking big!" y/n slumped down in her makeshift seat, and after laughing at tommy's 'foreskin' brainchild, they looked at mick. "come on mick, you've gotta do better than that."

mick just looked on his notes, turning it. motley crew. wow. y/n could only one thing, this. wow.

"i've been waiting a long time for this day."

"alright." nikki asked from him the paper, grabbing a pen, doing some moves with it. then, turning it finally, y/n smirked when she saw what was written on it.

mötley crüe.

the beginning of a ride like nothing else.

"i think today was fucking wonderful." nikki said as he sat down beside y/n. watching the tv, the girl didn't watch what was going on, just letting her thoughts wander. or so she was doing until now, when she felt him plopping down beside her.

"yeah, we killed it. mötley crüe... didn't know old man has tricks like this."

"i hope he has more, because i think we're gonna need it." he replied, making her nod. drinking some from her beer, she felt a yawn coming up in her chest. "can i tell you something, y/n?"

this made her stop right in the middle of the yawn. what the fuck? this is the part where he tells her that they don't need her? or that he realized that she's really just a bitch?

"you already told me a lot of things, go on, niks." she nodded, looking like she zero fucks, but on the inside, she was listening with every nerves of hers. nikki exhaled, and looked serious. oh my god, no. no no no no no no-

"look, y/n, i was trying to chase away these thoughts since you decided to part in the band, but every time i tried to push it down, this thing just came up again and again in my mind."

for fuck's sake, just say it!

"yeah, and...?"

"...and fuck, i know you can protect yourself and handle your things, but... i'm gonna be there for you. i'm not the smartest guy, not the most precious one even, i know." y/n looked at him, swallowing hard. she didn't know what to say. "so, the main thing is, you're the most badass and though girl i've ever know, and trust me, i wouldn't say that after a couple of days, but you made more impression on me than anyone, ever."

"wow. now, i really don't know what to say. but thank you, nikki."

"was is too sentimental?"

"really? yeah, it was fucking sentimental. orphanage fucked me up, i could be a much better person, but here i am, fretting our frontman with a knife and breaking bottles on other's head."

"i think that was fucking cool."

"which one?"

"um... both." snickering at that, y/n shrugged her shoulder.

" look, nikki, it's gonna be simple, because i don't really know how to care about others. since you don't have anyone... and i neither have anyone... fuck, we can team up, if you want." she looked at him, smiling, reaching out her little finger to shake it. nikki smiled too, grabbing into it. maybe it's gonna be more than just a companionship, but now, this was enough. "cool. now, we can cut off the other's fingers." she said, standing up to search for a cigarette.

"cut off? in my rules, we just broke each other's fingers!" y/n turned to him with furrowed eyebrows.

"really?"

"yeah, really! fuck, when you do or say things like that i always think you came from fucking new orleans."

"don't care about me, snort some instead." y/n spilled the little packs of drugs on the table. "i made some groceries."

♡

"and then me, and then some other girls accidentally lit fire because somebody didn't pressed her cigarette good enough!"

nikki and y/n almost lived all of the drugs she has stolen. she was released from all the boundaries, telling stories from the time she was in orphanage, and sneaked out from there to party and drink all night. nikki and her played a game that they gotta tell something about theirselves, and then the other did the same.

"and that girl, audrey i guess? she almost got an infection from the needle that we used to her tattoo, and holy shit, it was really disgusting! so you, nikki?"

"the night we met, i'm outed from the band i was in. the frontman was a prick, so i just punched him in the face, but i got some too."

y/n snickered, then looked him, in his eyes, leaning closer to him.

"come on, niks. we both know that's not the hardest story you can tell."

"well... nikki sixx is not my real name. like, it's my real name now, but not what i was born with it, you know."

the girl nodded, faking a wondering face.

"wow, i never would've thought." nikki rolled his eyes while smirking.

"my real name is frank feranna. well, franklin, but that's more shittier, isn't it?"

frank feranna. frank and y/n. nikki and y/n. frank feranna and y/n y/l/ln. nikki sixx and y/n y/l/n. in the haze of drugs, she envied the visionary herself as the media and the tabloids. she didn't even read tabloids.

"i think it's cute."

"fuck cuteness. do you think anyone could take me serious with that name?"

"yeah! i'd take you serious!" the girl tried to contain her smile, but she couldn't.

"don't lie, y/n." she laughed at that. frank feranna could be a sweet schoolboy in a big, beautiful house with rich parents. nikki sixx was the fire that burnt through the veins when you did something illegal.

"okay, okay!"

"you're a shitty liar."

"i'm not."

"yes, you are. but at least this way, i'm gonna trust you."

she yawned, the drugs suddenly sucked out themselves from her veins, leaving tiredness and a slight lethargy. it was unusual, but she had a long day. standing up, she brushed her eyes.

"i'm going to bed, are you coming?" she asked, grabbing her coat and throwing it on a chair.

"do you want me to come?"

y/n shrugged her shoulders. jessica was no longer her roommate, and she hated sleeping alone when she was sober.

"i'm showering first."

after stepping out from the steamy cabinet, digging into her clothes, y/n got the big t-shirt she always slept in. it was her ex boyfriend's, and while she hated him now, keeping his clothes and using them was better than burning it in the kitchen.

"what the fuck is that?" nikki asked as she sat on the bed, nodding at her pyjamas.

"my sleeping cloth?" he surely noticed that it was way bigger than her size, and with rugged moves, nikki tossed his own t-shirt to her. "what the fuck, nikki?"

"ain't no way a dickhead's shitty clothes will exist in my house."

"it's not shitty, and it's mine!"

he didn't even listen as he went to shower. y/n laid down in the bed, almost falling asleep as she turned down the lamp. after ten minutes, nikki came out, a couple black strands sticking to his skin from the steam she left there. almost hitting his toes in the leg of the bed, he crashed to the mattress, turning to her in the dark.

"i know it's your shitty ex's. i tould you, you're a bad liar."

"well, then fuck you, niks." y/n muttered, burying her head into the pillows. it smelled like him, she pulled the blanket on herself.

"i like you too, y/n." he whispered. the street lights painted the room walls orange and dark blue, but y/n only blinked twice before closing her eyes for deep, black dreams.

they slept facing each other.

a/n: i got carried away but it was soooo good )): i hope you liked it, dm or write here for taglist!!

[thecameronchronicles]

Off Limits

TW: Dark(ish) John B, smut, language.

SUMMARY: John B isn’t letting another minute go by until he puts you in your place, even if you ARE JJ’s sister…

WORD COUNT: 1900

*Requested*

Off Limits

You were absolutely not going to call your brother. Although he was only three minutes older than you, he would hold this over your head with absolutely every opportunity that presented itself. Everything from a stubborn pickle jar lid to the fact he could deconstruct your car's engine and put it back together in record time, would be used against you. Which was why you called John B instead. Not that he would have been your first choice, however, as he was always awkwardly distant from you. Where he was easygoing with Kiara, he was short and indirect with you, almost as if you were a bother, even giving you the name 'little poguie’' just to make you feel THAT much more of an exclusion. But to keep from spending another second on Figure Eight as you were driving back from working some event and in desperate need to be as far away from Kooklandia, you had no other option. Pope was nose deep in some assignment, Kie was working, and JJ was off somewhere either high or coming down from one, as you refused to call him anyway, leaving you to rely on him... 

The second the headlights found you on the curb, you could already feel his hostility. Picking up your satchel from the ground beside you, you didn't even try to meet his gaze as you moved towards your car. 

"Did you leave your vanity light on again? If you can't remember to do things like that, maybe you should just carpool with someone responsible enough to remember-" He berated with a sigh of annoyance while he arranged for the jumper cables towards your car. 

"Can you just jump me, John B?" His eyes found you from over the exposed intestines of your car’s lifted hood before falling back to the mechanics. Successfully placing the positives and negatives where they belonged, all you had to do now was wait. But it was a painfully agonizing wait from the quiet and a lack of comfort between you. 

"What the hell are you wearing?" He finally asked as his eyes cast to you in immediate judgment to the crop top and jean shorts most girls on The Cut chose as their daily ensemble. 

"I didn't have anything else in my bag and I had to get out of that uniform-" 

"J would kill me if I let anyone see you like this-" 

"Please! The airheads he brings back to the Chateau...I'm wearing a hazmat suit compared to them..." He hid his smirk before shaking his head. 

"He's gonna kill us both-" 

"You offering me your shirt, John B?" You teasingly batted your lashes. 

"Hardly." He narrowed his gaze. 

"Why do you even care?" 

"I don't , just annoying is all..." 

"Annoying?" 

"Yep. Like a little smudge on a pair of glasses or a rock in your shoe kind of annoying..." 

"That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me." He allowed his eyes to roll before noticing a set of Kooks paying close attention to the attitude making up your stance. A hand to your hip and a rise of your brow was enough for them to gawk at you and shift their cargo shorts with their new growth as he let out a sigh. 

"I have a shirt in the Twinkie...I think it's Kie's..." You nodded, finding any excuse to distance yourself from him, bending over the side of the van, before rising to find him behind you. 

"John B, what are you-" 

"You really want to know why I care?" 

"Enlighten me..." You turned to face him, sarcasm dripping from your lips, "God knows I won't be able to eat or sleep until I know why John Booker Routledge cares about my clothes-" You cocked a brow and crossed your arms as if squaring him off. 

"Because all I can think about is how you look out of them. And if I'm being completely honest...touching what's underneath-" You found sincerity for a moment before chuckling. Your banter was always born more from sarcasm and insults, but this was almost believable. 

"You got me...I almost-" Suddenly you were taken in by the loops of your shorts and pushed against the open door of the antique Volkswagen, his body pushing you against the cold metal. 

"Always tormenting me walking around in shit like this...about time I did something about it-" 

"John B-" 

"My little poguie...always so naive..." You sharpened your gaze as be scoffed once tracing over your breast, finding your nipple to harden with just the tease of a touch. 

"Not even wearing a bra...knowing you were gonna see me..." 

"Stop it..." 

"I don't think you really want me to...You just want to tell yourself you don't want this...because you know..." He led his lips along your jaw until they stilled at your ear. "Once I do, you'll be obsessed..." 

"You think too much-" His hand was suddenly in your shorts, having come to a rest over your clothed clit as he made vertical lines between those covered folds. 

"Try to deny THIS?" 

"It's not because of you..." You shot back as he pulled his fingers to his lips, closing his eyes to savor your taste. 

"No? Because it's kinda funny that you're not talking as much now...Is that all it took?" 

"You son of a-" He took hold of your jaw, producing a deep but slow French kiss that left you tormented between right and wrong. It was contradicting between your head and your heart as he brought you harder against him. 

"John B-" He directed your hand to his cock, strained in an erection beneath his pants, as his lips parted from yours to smirk. 

"Not from you...But you're gonna take care of it...for walking around dressed like this-for the LAST time without me doing something about it-" 

"JJ would kill you if he found out you touched me-" 

"Who's gonna tell him? Hmm?" He pushed his knee between your legs to apply the gentle tease of friction as your fingers grasped at his shoulders. 

"Are you gonna tell him how you let me finger you or made you come on his favorite seat? Or maybe how you took me from behind, begging me never to stop fucking you as I held your hair like a rein? Pounding into you-" 

"John B-" 

"Enough fucking talking..." He narrowed his eyes, lifting you into the back of the Twinkie and closing the door behind him. You were left on your elbows for the time it would take for him to entomb you within the vehicle, able to assess this moment for just a fraction of time before he was suddenly over you. 

"Who knows...maybe J will actually thank me for putting you in your place. Maybe making your throat too raw to talk and you too sore to walk-might get a medal from the County..." 

"John B-" His hand was in your hair, pulling you the distance to tease his lips. 

"It's time someone makes you responsible for acting like a brat!" He turned you onto your stomach, lifting your hips to be level with his own, before unveiling your panties to him. Snapping the fabric, he scoffed behind you as you turned to face him, your eyes finding his with your bottom lip taken prisoner between your teeth. 

"Please..." 

"You want me to be gentle for ya, poguie?" His hand wrapped in your hair as he used his second hand to undress himself. 

"You want me to make love to you?" You hesitated, the longing you'd hidden beneath that sarcasm and distance having revealed itself as the smokescreen it was as you craved him entirely. 

"Yes..." His fingers remained in your hair before his other hand pulled your panties to your knees. 

"I've had to keep my distance because he asked. It was the one rule he had...and I obeyed...I was distant. But you just kept fucking pushing me...and now..." He cocked his jaw. 

"I'm getting what I deserve and you're gonna fucking take it-" He was inside of you, the grip on your hair pulling you back to what would have been a clear bow forward. His motions were quick but fast, as he grunted and groaned behind you. 

"You sound so desperate, poguie..." He teased as you'd completely relented to him. If not for the way his cock felt embedded within you, than for the dominance he had that made you melt into submission. 

"Yes..." 

"You like being told you're desperate? Needy?" You nodded, a swift hand to your ass having made you jump with a gasp before you were pulled against him, his knees guiding you to the backseat as he lifted one of your legs upwards to deepen himself within you. 

"Then tell me you need my cock, sweetheart...I wanna hear you beg for it..." 

"Please-" 

"Sorry?" 

"JESUS! PLEASE JOHN B!" You belted as he smirked. 

"Desperate for me, huh?" 

"Yes!" You repeated before he moaned behind you, sloppy thrusts dictating his close release as you smiled into your hand, before feeling him turn you to face him, taking you into a straddle over him. His cock returned to you as slow motions were made of his guidance. 

"I've had to put up with the smart little mouth one day too long. So now...I think I've earned hearing you come...Don't you think?" You nodded. 

"Please John B..." His hand came to the back of your neck as he smirked. 

"Yeah? You wanna come for me? All over my cock?" 

You nodded as he sat back on his palms. 

"Then work for it, poguie..." You took control of the pace, riding him completely as he basked in the motions made beneath him. 

"Oh fuck!" You cried out as he chuckled before ultimately pulling you back into a stilled position. 

"My turn...this time...you don't stop until you make me come-" He guided you in lecherous motions in a murderous speed before you both climbed to that high. Names in pleas of desperation, skin to skin as the only echo in the break of those whimpers, and the rocking motion of the van leaving any who passed to deduce the desperate couple succumbing to their hormones and near two decades of tension. 

"John B!" 

"Come with me! I want to watch you come..." He ordered as you nodded, your mouth drawn slack and your eyes screwed shut to the rush as he was quick to following, burying himself into your chest, where he held you for a moment in disbelief. 

"JJ doesn't find out about it this-" 

"Why the hell would I tell him?" 

"Might be hard to explain the hair and the marks...the fact you smell like sex..." 

"Maybe I'll just say I hooked up with Rafe or Topper-" He brought you against him. 

"Don't even joke about that. Even if we don't tell him about this...you're still mine now, poguie...Got the cum on my cock to prove it…"

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[annie-creates]

One day in a year

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader (kinda platonic)

Genre: fluff

Words: 900

Note: We got a hundred followers! Thank you so much everyone for the support, likes, comments and requests sent. Here's a birthday fic to celebrate. Maybe I can add another character to my repertoire? What would you think? Who should it be? <3

It started with rain. You hated rain. It got you all wet and cold but without the childish excitement snow did. The weather made you not want to get out of bed, but you were a big girl and couldn’t hide away from your responsibilities just because you didn’t like the climate. It wasn’t even a weekend so the pleasure of sleeping in wasn’t indulged to you. With a heavy sigh you got out of bed, choosing a dress to wear today and leaving for breakfast, hoping there was still some sweets left for you.

Due to your absentminded state you accidentally put salt in your morning coffee. Not realizing your mistake earlier than when drinking the disgusting beverage. That only sunk your mood lower, feeling like a lonely rowboat in the middle of a thunderstorm ocean. Not even the blueberry muffin could pick up your sore mood. You rather went to class earlier than needed, not wanting to risk any more troubles. That proved to be quite of use when you almost crashed into a pillar, obviously not paying enough attention to where you’re going.

Students started to pour in just like the rain outside the window until the bell rang and you made sure everyone was here on time. You looked around your table, looking for your prepared materials for this lesson but finding none. You must have done the preparation, where did it go? You wouldn’t forget about such a thing…

“Ma’am, what about the test?” one of your students reminded you.

“A… test?” you asked confused until the realization downed on you. “Oh, the test! Well, I thought maybe we'll go over the study material for the test once more today and we’ll take the test next class.”

You tried to save the situation, which was celebrated by some, booed by others. You could tell who was happy to have more time to study and who wanted to be done with it already. How could you forget such a thing? You never forgot what you planned to do next time in class, let alone when you planed a quiz! You had to improvise the whole lesson and the ring announcing end of class was probably more freeing to you than it was to your students.

By the time of dinner you had changed your dress since you spilled your lunchtime cup of tea on yourself, two broken nails from trying to open some jars which normally wasn’t any problem for you and a scraped knee due your fall over the rocks in the garden. It was safe to say your day was completely ruined and you were ready to just lay in bed hidden under the blankets waiting for it to pass.

“Can’t I have just one day in a year to be perfect? Just one…” you whined to no one in particular, hoping to sleep the rest of the day away.

Your intentions were interrupted with a knock on your door. Why would anyone come to visit you this late? Can’t the universe just leave you alone already? Giving up on your hopes for a peaceful night, you got up and open the door, not expecting Lady Lesso to stand behind it. But there she was, graceful as always with her long coat and shiny cane. Sometimes you wondered if she was a daughter of a fairy of some sort.

“Can I help you?” you asked concerned, if she was here, it couldn’t be anything good right? Your day was already full of unfortunate events.

“I’ve noticed you haven’t been your usual annoyingly cheerful self today.” Her voice was completely blank as was her face. “And even tho I usually enjoy a piece of quiet, it was weirdly disturbing.”

“Uh… thank you..?” you didn’t know why she’s telling you this. “Did you come all the way here just to tell me you… didn’t like my unhappy mood?”

“Not entirely. I also came to give you this. Guessed it might help to cheer you up today.” She thrusted a small package into your hand turning on her heel. “Good night Y/n.” before you could say anything she already left.

With an inept shake of your head you got back inside your room, inspecting the parcel she gave you. It was packaged in a festive paper neatly tucked around. For a moment you contemplated if it was some type of prank. Will a bomb of glitter go of the moment you tore into the present? No, you were very certain Lesso was not one for glitter. Maybe a pocketknife will jump out and pierce your heart… But would she go all the way here just to slaughter you? You didn’t have any beef with her lately, did you?

With a shrug of your shoulders you opened the gift, a little note falling out on the ground. You picked it up, opening the piece of fancy paper. Happy birthday Y/n. That was all the note said, yet the three words warmed your heart up. She remembered your birthday. And she even gave you a gift. And not just some gift, but a rare edition of your favorite story book in your native language you have never seen before. You hugged the book to your chest, a genuine smile making it’s way to your face for the first time today. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad birthday after all.

[thateldribitch]

Rock and a Hard Place

No warnings, just the Octatrio being fluffy after a panic attack. Can be read as platonic or romantic.

***

“Jade~” Floyd singsongs, as he flops into his twin. The more composed of the two hums tolerantly. Drinks fly through his hands, colors and herbs and syrups galore. For a moment, Floyd is mesmerized…. But then he remembers his point. “He’s in a mood again.”

“Mm?” Jade tilts his head, thunking it slightly into Floyd’s. Floyd responds in kind, bonking his head into the other’s with jarring force.

“Azul,” he rolls his eyes, as if his point were obvious. To anyone but his own twin, perhaps it would be absolute nonsense…. They’d think the housewarden were angry, about to go on a rampage, who knows. But there’s something in the flow of Floyd’s speech, something in the way he seeks physical reassurance.

“Ah,” Jade blinks, as it finally clicks. He flicks his hand, summons a junior, and has them take over. “Shall we, then?” 

“Mm~” Floyd gives a goofy smile… full of sharp teeth.

***

There’s an itch in Azul’s skin.

It’s this crawling sensation that something is off, and he can’t quite reach it. It’s this… need that he can’t voice, this craving he can’t feed. It makes him dig a hand in his hair, tugging at the strands as he glares a hole through the Mostro Lounge’s profit sheets. Sighing, he pinches his nose and takes a deep, deep breath. Ah, the itch is in his throat–his breaths feel wrong, constricted, hot. He coughs into his glove. His hands shake. Blearily, he looks around his office and it’s. It’s too big. Perhaps the itch is in the room. It’s too bright, too bright, too big. 

Azul stumbles to his two left feet, panting as he leans into his bookshelf. He needs somewhere– somewhere dark, somewhere safe— so he goes to the one place he can think of. The most secure place. Dark, cold, safe. Safe. A nice corner. Good. Yes. It’s… better, but why is there still an itch–?

“Ehhh~?” Footsteps outside. Ah. Floyd’s stomping around his office. Probably both the twins, actually; there’s never one without the other. Azul snorts softly, shaking his head. “Did he take off already?”

“No. He’s still in here…. We would’ve seen him leave,” Jade’s thoughtful tone slips through the room like mint in a refreshing drink. It’s… strangely soothing. 

“Azuuuuul. Azuuuuul,” Floyd calls out, as if searching for a lost puppy. Something thunks over. The brutish eel probably kicked something over, probably not something expensive if Jade isn’t yelling at him but—

“Azul.” Fuck. “Why are you in the vault?”

…

…

…

“I’m cleaning it, Jade,” he tries to keep his voice calm. Even though having both the twins here makes his itch worse, so much worse, but— but why? 

“Come out, Azzie~” Floyd whines, thumping his hand against the door a few times. He jostles the vault door with enough force to make the hinges rattle. He grits his teeth, and digs himself further into the metal corner. “Pleeeease?”

“I’ll be done cleaning in a bit!” He snaps, curling into a tighter ball. Silence is never good with the twins. They must be exchanging looks.

“...You leave me no choice.” Jade sighs.

Ah. He forgot about the—

The vault door swings open. The moray twins lean in through the sliver of light.

—back up key. 

Throat constricts. Hearts pound. He’s dizzy. The light blinds, the air’s so thin, it’s hot. He feels as if he blinks and the twins swim into view. Floyd’s face drifts in front of him, wavering like a mirage. They’re speaking. He knows that. “...’m fine,” his mumble rings hollow. Maybe he didn’t even speak at all. 

Arms hook around his waist. Pressure. Weight. One of them is squeezing him into the corner and it shouldn’t feel so nice to have the wall and the warm body cramming against him. But it does. Fuck, it does. His breathing feels… not easier, maybe, but it feels right. He pants against the familiar scent of salt and decay. The smell of home. He’s dizzy, but he has enough awareness to be offended when his left hand man scoops him up in a bridal carry.

“Ghk! Floyd!” He snarls, twisting in his grasp. 

“Nnnnope!” Floyd just constricts all the air from his lungs. “C’mon. Jade cleared the lounge. No one’s gonna see ya.”

…Except for them. Ugh. He digs his eyes into his palms, trying desperately to ignore the way he’s trembling. It’s no secret that they’re all equals in each other’s eyes. Clearly, they’re smelling blood in the water. This is a test, he can’t let them push like this. Though, a smaller voice recalls small bodies pressing into a hiding spot with him. Piling in together like puppies. Warmth. Calm. Safety. Small echoes make small sparks of warmth stream between his three hearts.

Azul barely notices when they’ve slipped into the water. He just knows the temperature is right. It’s dark. Ribboned bodies twine around him. And he twines around them and his hearts settle and. Belatedly. He realizes he’s winding his tentacles around them. And the vault wall has faded to sand and rock. And even if it feels so right, it makes his nerves flare. 

“You—!” His tone pitches with rage.

“Hush,” Jade bonks his head into Azul’s chin, making him clamp his jaw shut. “You need this.”

“I— let go,” he… pleads. His struggles die down. A vulnerable sound creaks in his throat. 

“Mmmm. No.” Floyd murmurs, and presses his face into Azul’s neck. Right over the sound. It instinctively makes him go limp. A content croon escapes Floyd. Jade rubs his cheek over Azul’s head. And his tentacles, with seeming minds of their own, wind around his eels.

He can only sigh, resigned to his fate.

***

I don't think this is my strongest piece but it's been pingponging around my head for weeks so-- here you go XD I saw a post about Azul liking compression therapy from the eels and it reminded me to finish this.

[foxdays]

Elemental Divinekin Care Guide

Less of a guide and more things we come up with!

We have a representative for all four elements (as well as Spirit & Light!) so everyone shall have a say!

Water: Beelzebub & Andrew

Beelzebub: I’m oceanic. He’s freshwater. We’ll be separating the two and giving you tips on both. But, feel free to mix it up whether you consider yourself one or the other.

Let’s get started. [all elements under the cut]

Ocean

Going down to the ocean can be a hassle for many. You don’t have to do this. Imagine the ocean. I’m serious. Feel it in your heart, swim through it. In this body you cannot breath underwater, but with this practice it doesn’t matter your bodily capabilities, you can do anything.

Further exercise: This will count as meditation. Walk along the beach, then walk into the water. Feel the freezing water surrounding your body, it’s good to connect sensations to your thoughts. Then swim. The ocean will most likely be empty, but keep moving, dance. This is about connection, not remembering.

You can of course also swim in real life, but not matter how good at it you are it’s never as freeing as getting lost in your head (safely).

A classic: bathe with epson salt. Bonus if you can stand to make it cold. Don’t like baths? Shower with an exfoliating salt. Get an ocean scent while you’re at it, but we prefer citrus.

It never rains enough where we are. We suggest imagining again, but this time you’re floating in the ocean and listening to rain and thunder sounds in your real life.

Freshwater

Hey! It’s Andrew, I’ll tell you some things to connect with your freshwater origins.

In your day to day hop on a video app and play some water flowing sounds!

You should dance a lot just like the water you come from! There is no being “good” at dancing. Do this alone or with others. If you have a scarf to drape along your arms to flow with you more power to you!

Sometimes you just need to stay still though, sitting and simply existing or doing something stationary like the arts (drawing, writing, etc.) will make you one with the water. Especially if you’re still listening to those water sounds!

If it’s rained be a kid and jump in the puddles or look into the water!

If you practice magic, water scrying (recommend black food coloring to be added) would be a great way to connect!

Bonus! Skip rocks at your local river or lake. Only if it’s safe do I suggest you to take a swim!

Earth: Beelzebub

Rock, swat, shake like the earth. You can do this in silence or with music. Whatever music you wish.

Collect rocks and general shinies you see on the ground. These are gifts to you. I don’t recommend just buying crystals; the things you collect are worth much much more.

Taking a walk even if you live in an urban area is still worth it, I’ll be the one to tell you. Take a walk somewhere far, go to that empty lot before they build that new market.

When taking a walk watch what you see. Look around you, notice if something is trying to tell you something. Read the bird’s flight direction.

Journal. This will keep your grounded, will get our frustrations, etc. Don’t be afraid of your journal ever. It won’t tell anyone what you feel. If you wish you may burn it, it’ll leave the past in the past. If you practice magic keep the ashes in jars. Jar with an s! For positive days keep the ashes in one jar for throwing out for protection. For negative entries keep the ashes in another jar and use it for hexing.

Fire: Lucifer

Alright, let’s talk about fire. Should be easy enough.

You know this already: light a candle. But, light something with warm scents. Pumpkin, cinnamon, general winter and fall smells.

Hot drinks feels like fire in your throat, like you’re a dragon. I am connected to dragons myself.

Laying in the sun when it’s not too hot. No sun? Curl up in some warm blankets to heat up. It’s about the essence of fire, not the presence.

Cook something. Whether that be instant oatmeal or a whole steak dinner, cooking with fire and using it to your whims will make you feel connected to the controlling of it in this life.

Fire is passion. Do something you love and blaze through it like a furious flame.

Air: Lucifer

Jump rope. Chances are you used to float or fly. You’ll get points from me if you can do it with your eyes closed, feeling the wind you generate, and feel your feet leave the ground. Imagine flying high.

Run for the hell of it if you can. If not, spin in circles and feel your humanity run through you as you get dizzy. If you can’t do either you can simple breathe for a couple minutes.

Learn. Air is wisdom. When it goes to your head it lets your brain breathe. Study anything you desire.

If you practice magic do tarot. Ask for guidance and wisdom. They are your peers.

Collect fallen feathers and watch birds in flight.

Light: Angel and Seraph

It’s the light siblings! You’ll never guess what we’ll talk about!!

Seek out the light at night! Look to the moon and acknowledge the work the sun does to keep said moon shining bright!

Furthermore: go on a late night walk (but be careful) to a small store you know and look around! Look to the lights on the ceiling and appreciate those too!

Watch the sun set. Admire the colors you see. Watch with a friend. Light is companionship of all kinds. Love yourself.

On loving yourself: make a list of things you do throughout the week! Feel bright and happy at the little things: doing the dishes, having taken a walk!

Press flowers. They are gifts from the sun.

Spirit: Lucifer

Meditate. I don’t mean sitting down and doing nothing. I mean go throughout your day and think. Do mundane tasks and think divine thought.

If you have a past life explore it. Was a forest spirit? Watch hiking walks through the redwoods. Was a spirit of all things? Watch a wide range of movies and watch humans do wild things. See if the emotions in these shows resonate with you. See if the forest can make you recall something.

That said, find out if you’re a spacial or physical spirit (or a deity/angel/demon responsible for spirits). Spacial would mean astral, a concept within itself (ex. Spring, Autumn, Winter, Summer). Specific or physical spirits would be like water or earth spirits. If you’re a physical spirit this and one or multiple or the other lists may help you.

If you are an astral, spacial spirit then look to the stars. Be careful, but you may practice astral projection. Dream. Daydream. Keep a journal of your findings. If you are physical go outside or experiment with visuals like: forests, oceans, deserts, snowy landscapes. 

I am once again asking you to do tarot. /hj but if not then I’d suggest something simple like keeping an eye for angel number messages.

[theinvisiblemuseum]

do you have any pandalily headcanons or fics you could share?

bury a friend has given me brain rot :(

ok so i suck because i literally haven't read any fics in foreverrrrr BUT i'm always willing to provide some pandalily headcanons bc i love them more than life itself <33

i'll split it into modern/au vibes and canon vibes bc those differ greatly in my mind (and ill put it under the cut in case this gets long)

(spoiler, it did get long and i’m not sorry)

canon vibes:

so funnily enough in my view of 'canon' pandalily isn't a thing, i have a wholeeeee version of what i consider canon etched in my head and that's never changing but for the sake of the argument i DO have ideas

everyone is on a mission to keep these two apart at all costs

marauders & co know that lily’s a little bit crazy if properly encouraged and slytherins & co are well aware that pandora Can and Will be insane at any given opportunity

therefore, they must be kept apart, for everyone’s sanity

pandora and lily do what they want, more than anything

i like to believe they bonded over being fascinated by the same groteque subject, and they met up in the restricted section to make out

lily teaches pandora loads of deadly hexes, and pandora introduces lily to terrifying magical creatures

they both ride thestrals together, but neither of them can see them

something tells me that they discovered the whole deal about the chamber of secrets and solved it, and that’s how the marauders figured out that tom riddle was voldemort & then that in turn led regulus to research horcruxes but i’m getting too far ahead of myself here

sometimes they’d curse people off their brooms during quidditch matches

pandora is as big of a prankster as the marauders but she’s smart enough to get away with it & doesn’t take credit or leave a trace but if she DOES she uses lily’s head girl privileges to get out of trouble 

lily would look the other way when evan committed acts of arson

evan proposed to lily so he could be evan evans and pandora encouraged them to Get Married For The Bit

if pandalily were together in canon they wouldn’t have died period they would have rocked voldemort’s shit

they both realize after the war how down with murder they are

they start a little wizard hit man business they sneakily kill people and get super rich for it, i’m right i know i am

all their friends support this, because they’re killing shitty people and getting revenge for their friends that did die

lily refuses to take the last name rosier because she refuses to be lily rose and pandora refuses to take the last name evans because of her brother 

i haven’t actually properly thought about canonverse pandlily before but now i’m thinking so many thoughts oh no oh no

au vibes:

cannibalism

literally will graham lily and hannibal lecter pandora if you don’t see my vision i cannot help you it’s divine intervention you’re not ready for don’t worry one day you’ll see the light

intensely codependent

they saw each other, decided they’d kill for each other, and the rest is history

neither of them is allowed to die unless the other person kills them. in a romantic way. they will go hand in unlovable hand or not at all.

pandora’s family loves lily 

sometimes they’ll fall off the face of the earth for a little while, come back looking like hell, and their friends take bets on if they had sex, committed murder, or both

no one actually knows if their jokes about murder are jokes or not

like. they haven’t killed anyone. they just have a dark sense of humor. right?

haha. right????

“i stand with my cancelled wife”

dinner parties. human meat may or may not be on the menu

i think they’ve been to the met gala. at least twice.

they’re both night owls, but lily can wake up early and pandora would rather die than wake up early

they’d never have kids but they’re AMAZING aunts to their friends kids 

they give the kids weird shit that they definitely shouldn’t, like human brains in a jar or voodoo dolls

they’ve got some kind of telepathy, they alwaysss know what the other is thinking

they sometimes pretend they’re getting divorced just for fun, they go through a whole process and everything only to be like nvm :)

their lawyer hates them

they have an Attic. no one goes in the Attic. but everyone has a story about what they Think is in the Attic.

pandora has cloud tattoos all the way up her arm & neck and lily traces them while she tries to fall asleep

they play “how would you rather die” before bed every night and come up with stranger things every time

oh god this is getting so long i’ll be done now i promise

also yaz is writing a pandalily fic that’s dropping the first chapter on xmas and i’m very excited for thattttttttt and everyone else should be as wellllll <33