#when you stare to o long a t the sun nd

[bluecapsicum]

[sunnysviolin]

Sometimes, when sunny visits kels house for a sleepover, (or just anyones house except for basils) the host would always wake up to:

A missing sunny (who is most likely in some weird ass place like the roof)

A sunny that it staring at you from the foot of the bed or beside it

A sunny that stares from the doorway (he stares alot)

Or

A sunny that is playing bo en my time at an unreasonable hour but at a reasonable volume (or vise versa)

Alright so a different nonnie also sent me “How many times do you think sunny scares people by staring at them from the foot of the bed / beside them when they wake up?” So I’m....combining these two XD Also if you guys like....resend things can you say they’re a resend LOL bc if I have another Cho double take situation I’m going to backflip into the sun. Also don’t resend more than twice (i’m gonna be putting that in my bio bc....yeah don’t do it makes me anxious D:)

Okay mini housekeeping thing aside! This got long it’s under a read more because it’s long, but it’s full of shenanigans, sleepovers, and our local fave cryptid Sunny

I’m going to focus this in on post-canon, because I think that Sunny’s ultimate cryptid energy flows forth in his teen years. Also I really want to include the hooligans in on this (I’m...love them)

So pre-canon Sunny and Mari’s house was the go to location for their group of six. They were almost always there, but there was some unspoken rules.

You called before you came over (Only Kel didn’t follow this rule, but he always knocked and waited patiently at the door) and you had to be invited to stay for dinner. If not you went home when Sunny’s mom called a fifteen minute warning before dinner. There was also no arguing within the house. If there was an issue that needed to be addressed, Mari and Sunny’s parents would immediately send everyone home.

Post-canon Mari is gone and the house has been sold. Hero and Kel’s house becomes the go to hang out house after that. Their house is nearly night and day to Mari and Sunny’s

Mari and Sunny’s house was always neat and tidy and very quiet. Their parents generally left the TV off and didn’t use the radio, so unless one of the two children were making noise, everything would be silent. Kel and Hero’s house is in constant motion and activity. Sally is usually either babbling or screaming, music is always playing on the radio, and their main form of communication is friendly yelling at one another. Kel and Hero’s house also has an open door policy- anyone can walk in at anytime and they all know where the spare keys are hidden.

Post-canon I see a quick friendship building between Aubrey’s gang and Basil Sunny and Kel. Hero enjoys them all, but it’s not really his scene now that he’s spent a year or so at college. He will get brought along for some adventures, and he’s always up for hanging around the house with them, but when it gets to be a bigger group he prefers to just let them have fun.

When it’s just his four kids, Hero is always a part of the group though.

OKAY ALL OF THAT BUILDUP ASIDE LETS GET TO THE ACTUAL POINT OF THIS ASK

So this is when school is in session and Hero is back at college. Kel tells Aubrey that Sunny is coming up for the long weekend, and they should all do a sleepover at his house like old times. She agrees and they arrange it with Basil. Kim overhears their plans and she has FOMO so she arranges herself to be there when they tell Basil

Normally Kel makes it a point to try and include Aubrey’s friends (who are slowly just becoming friends) but this time he just pretends she isn’t there and tells Basil to come right after school and they can drive together to get Sunny.

Kim weedles it out of Aubrey later that day when they’re alone in gym class. The reason that they didn’t immediately invite her and the others? Sunny is apparently weird at night

Kim fires back that Sunny is always a little weird, but Aubrey is being fully serious. Unfortunately all that does is make Kim more curious. She goes to find Kel afterward and half asks/half demands an invitation to the sleepover. Kel seems a little awkward about her involving herself, but he agrees that she and the others can join in if they like.

Aubrey and the others arrive

Kim soon finds out that Aubrey was 100% right. Sunny is...weird at night.

At around 10:00 pm, Sunny disappears. Basila nd Aubrey went into the kitchen to make popcorn, and Kel was busy fiddling with the TV to get the movie to start. When he turns back to the couch, he asks where Sunny is. They realize Sunny has vanished.

Aubrey and Basil come in with the bowls of snacks, and Kel asks them if they’ve seen Sunny. Basil says to check the roof.

The roof. The hooligans all laugh (Basil is a sweet kid when you get to know him, but his nerves make even his jokes strange) The other three don’t laugh. In fact Kel gets up and goes to the door.

The hooligans follow out bewildered, and Sunny is o n t h e r o o f. CASUALLY. JUST THERE PETTING AN ORANGE CAT WHO IS LOUNGING PURRING NEXT TO HIM. AND KEL AND AUBREY AND BASIL DONT REACT??? Kel just waves?? and Sunny waves back???

“We’re gonna watch Insidious now, I know you haven’t seen that one before. Wanna come in?” “Kay” “Do you want to bring your cat in with you? I’ll put Hector on his leash” “Yes please”

Then the three just walk back and tell the hooligans to follow them in. Sunny got himself up so Sunny can get himself down.

It’s only the beginning of the madness. Sunny walks in holding the still purring orange cat and settles himself down in his specific corner of the couch (They were prewarned not to sit in Sunny’s spot) Aubrey cuts Kim off before she can ask about the roof, and starts the movie. Kim looks over at the cat, and it locks eyes on her, hissing.

The movie begins and Sunny will randomly speak but only to say when a character is going to die/be scared. Right before it happens. Every single time. Didn’t Kel say before that he hadn’t seen this movie?? It doesn’t matter Sunny keeps going

A ghost. A ghost. Lost in an alternate dimension by shamanic journey. It’s bizarre. The cat continues to purr a rusty old engine noise in Sunny’s lap, periodically looking at one of the hooligans and hissing, choosing a different one every time. Who’s cat is that????

They finish the movie and start to play board games. They pick monopoly and decide to divvy up into teams. Kim immediately claims Aubrey, Vance decides to go with Kel and Kel grabs Mikhael to create a trio. Charlie and Sunny silently sit beside each other, and everyone assumes that makes them a team. Angel pulls Basil to his side and they’re prepped to play the game.

Kim likes to consider herself a pretty good monopoly player, and Aubrey is a whiz with money and numbers, so she assumes they have this in the bag.

She did not account for the Sunny factor.

Sunny stares her down through the entire time. Kim is sure he doesn’t blink. She forgets to bid on auctions for properties and gives him extra rent money. They go bankrupt first, and Sunny turns his eye onto Kel who just laughs and gives Sunny finger guns. Sunny finger guns back (his face still a blank slate) and proceeds to also take all of Kel’s money.

They go to bed shortly after, and Kim is relieved. Nothing also weird can happen. Now she just has to sleep.

She wakes up in the middle of the night and adjust her position, turning over to face the other side of teh room. Four shining eyes stare back at her, catching the dim light from the kitchen. Kim shakily grabs her phone and turns on the flashlight, whirling around to see Sunny staring at her, his orange cat on top of his head.

She wakes all the rest of them with her shriek of terror. The group of four quickly settle to sleep once more, even Sunny crashing down next to Aubrey and Basil. hissing cat caught firmly in his arms.

She and the other hooligans stay up for a bit, frantically whispering about the oddness of the situation. They resolve to leave early in the morning, and to distance themselves as much as they can from...whatever Sunny is. They’re certainly glad he doesn’t go to their school anymore.

The next morning, the group of four wake up before the hooligans and cook a big breakfast. They put the phone on speaker and chat with Hero as they do so, catching up on his latest college stories. Bo en is playing from the cd player in the corner of the kitchen, kept low so as not to wake the others.

The hooligans creep downstairs and peer inside. The scene is shockingly...normal.

Sunny is still carrying his cat, but now Kel is feeding it tiny bits of bacon and it is stretching out of Sunny’s arms to reach the next delicious morsel. He’s chatting with Hero over the phone, speaking in full long sentences which is a rarity for Sunny. He even laughs quietly at a joke Hero tells.

Kim tries to translate the horror she felt last night into this morning, but it’s not there. Sunny doesn’t seem like an eldritch horror during the day. Just another teenager happy to be with people he enjoys.

Hero hangs up shortly after, and the group of four settle back into a placid silence. Aubrey breaks it by turning to the others

“I know it was weird, but I’m glad that they came for last night.” the three boys agree, and Sunny leans against the counter near Aubrey so she can scratch one hand under his cat’s neck while still flipping pancakes. When he speaks, his voice is near silent, but they all hear it anyway.

“They’re nice. They didn’t treat me different.”

The hooligans share a look and simultaneously agree to stay for breakfast.

[septicace-writes]

Truck Stop

Summary: You meet a handsome stranger at a highway rest stop. Syverson x cis!M!Reader Genre: Smut Warnings: smut, blowjob (Sy recieving), mutual masturbation a/N: I had a dream where a truck pulled up beside me at a truck stop and while I woke up too early for anything to happen, this is the result. Also exists as a cis!F!reader version here 1.8k words You had been driving for hours and while the music kept you going for a while you also had gotten up at 4am and were in dire need of a break. In the middle of nowhere, on an empty highway, you keep your eyes out for a reststop. After about 30 minutes you finally find one, even though it's really just a small parking lot, a few benches and an outhouse without even so much as a vending machine. Luckily, you had some packed lunch in a cooling bag. You walk around a bit to stretch your legs while you eat your sandwich, then soak in the sun for a while, sitting on one of the benches. In all this time you don't see a single other car so you decide to have just a quick nap before continuing your drive and get back in the car, leaning the seat back as far as possible.

You startle awake from the noise of someone knocking on your car window. For a second you're not sure where you are until you remember your drive and the stop. Sitting up straight, you look out the window and see a man standing a few steps back but looking at you. He's big, his body well-endowed with muscle under a healthy layer of fat. He sports a massive beard that does its best to hide the smile he's sending your way. As you're still taking it what's going on he gives you a little wave and motions for you to open the window. You take another look around, everything is still well-lit by the sun, no sign of it setting yet, and you don't see anyone else. The only other noticeable change is the large truck he had parked on the other side of the parking lot. Feeling a little reassured by him keeping his distance you roll down the window. Sorry to disturb you, Young Man, just wanted to make sure you're alright. He gestures to your surroundings Don't get many people riding solo and stopping here of all places. You blink slowly, taking him in further, his voice is deep, smooth like butter and from the first word you're caught in a dream of what it might sound like in certain other situations. You're so caught up you forget to answer until Are you... Alright? There's concern in his voice now so, quickly, you nod. Yeah. Yes. Yep. Yeah I'm alright... Just a long drive and I needed a break. You smile in what you hope is a reassuring yet charming manner. Glad to hear it. Just make sure you're not staying here till nightfall. The place has a bit of a reputation of... Well, less reputable folk to meet here. Damn that charming, dreamy southern accent. You're barely taking in what he's telling you but nod along anyways. He turns to get back to his truck and in a sudden burst of bravery you speak up So... If this place is so disreputable, what brings you here? He looks back for a moment It's part of my route. I usually don't pull in but your car here so all alone in the middle of the day had me worried. But since everything's alright I really ought to get back on the road. Shit shit shit you don't want to say goodbye just yet. You barely know what's gotten into you when you open the door and say And what would it take to make you stay a little longer. At that he actually turns back around, takes in your form, now leaning against your car. You push off, take a step towards him and bow your head just a little, looking at him through your eyelashes. He adjusts his posture, straightening his back, and visibly swallows. Well, a temptation like you certainly might. If you're implying what I think you are. Your heart is beating a million miles an hour in your chest, you did not think it was going to be that easy yet here you are, about to fuck this man in an empty parking lot. You take another step forward, and another, until you stand face to face with him. He's a few inches taller than you, and from so close you can smell the motor oil in his clothes. You want to reach out a hand and touch him but for a short, tense moment you both just stand there, staring at each other - neither knowing how to make the first move. It feels like an eternity even though it's just a few heartbeats and then he places a hand cupping your neck and, looking directly into your eyes If you're sure about this, I'd like to kiss you and how could you say no so you nod, already leaning up. His lips are warm and soft, smoothly moving over yours as he continues to hold your neck, caressing the side of your face with his thumb. The full beard tickles a little, but you can tell he keeps it well as the hairs are soft against your skin. Now distracted from your nerves, you sling your arms around his back, feeling the muscle underneath as you slide them up and down. He brings his arm around your waist, pulling you tight against his body. You moan at the feeling of his already growing erection pushing against your belly and he ceases the moment to slip his tongue between your lips. You find the hem of his shirt and slide both your hands underneath to feel his

warm skin at the same time as you grind your hips into his just a little to see how he reacts. With a growl, he breaks the kiss for just long enough to pull his shirt over his head and discard it, giving you a perfect view of the dark hair on his chest until his lips are back on yours. He lifts you up with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist. As you pull your own t-shirt off he walks you both towards his truck, leaning you against the sun-heard metal. You yelp and he pulls you back up. Shit, sorry! Here let me... And he take your shirt and puts it behind you as a buffer. God you're gorgeous he takes you in for a moment, then nuzzles his beard into your neck and begins kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin. You squirm at the ticklish sensation but he's got a strong hold on you, not letting you get away. He works his way further down, taking a nipple between his teeth and gently biting down while one hand pinches the other. At your enthusiastic moan, he does it again, making your rut your hips up against his body for any friction you can find. You look down to see a devilish grin on his face before he comes back up to kiss you. You can't help another moan as he palms your dick over your trousers. Biting at his lower lip in revenge, you elicit a low groan. He moves his hand back to your ass, supporting you as he grinds his own, now fully hard cock into yours. Panting, you bring your hands down to free him from his confines but your hands are quickly seized by one of his. I don't remember giving you permission He all but growls, making you whimper with the loss of stimulation as he stills his hips. Please, sir you squeak out, your brain already muddled with neediness and thankfully he seems merciful and releases your hands which immediately resume their task. Even with how shaky they are you make quick work of his button and zipper and, with an appreciative sound, finally wrap your fingers around his now freed cock. You press a line of kisses from his neck down his chest as he continues to rut into your fist, bracing himself with one hand on the car behind you. You work your way lower and lower, sliding down the hood until you hit the ground, now kneeling with his imposing endowment right at your eye level. His free hand falls to your head as you give a testing lick to his tip before wrapping your lips around it. You slowly work him deeper until he hits the back of your throat and wrap one hand around what doesn’t fit, pumping at a maddeningly slow pace. But not for long, as the man above you gets impatient with your teasing and begins fucking into your mouth at a quicker pace. Your free hand wanders along his body until it reaches underneath to cup his balls, gently rolling and massaging them as a contrast to pace he has set. His groans and growls only spur you on, wanting to hear what he sounds like falling apart. You’re peripherally aware of your own arousal straining in your pants and the slight friction your movement provides, but the thought is overshadowed by your need to make him cum. Before it comes to that, he pulls out, holding your head back by the neck as you try to chase your prize. Come back up here sweetheart he commands, voice deep and raspy with arousal and you obey, standing up. He reclaims your lips, moaning at his own taste on your tongue as he fidgets to free your own neglected erection. You helplessly pant into his mouth as he wraps a strong, calloused hand around it, giving you a taste of your own treatment as he starts a teasingly slow movement. When you try to chase his hand with your hips, rutting faster, he stops until you still again, quickly teaching you that he is in charge. In your effort to keep your hips still you wrap your arms around his torso again, hands raking over his back as you groan and pant at his ministrations. He opens his hand a little and for a moment you’re worried he’ll stop but then you feel his dick pressing against yours as his hands closes over both. You join a hand between you and together you pick up the pace, cocks tightly pressed together, hips

desperately rutting into each other, a cacophony of moans as you both chase your high. You give in first, hips stuttering as your spend shoots over both your fists as he continues to stroke you through it. He is not far behind, the pearly white slick mingling on your chest and sticking to the hair on his. For a while there is no sound but your breathing as you both try to catch your breaths. Then, he gives you a warm smile, pulling you up from where you were leaning against the car. He grabs your shirt from behind you and begins cleaning you up before tending to himself. When you’re both clean, though still shirtless as your shirt is now covered in come, he smiles, hugging you tightly You were amazing darling. Now let’s get you home for dinner.

[lettersandinkstains]

this is the beginning

cw: character death, abstract? stylistic choices have been made, mentioned suicide, body horror

but when dawn broke, the snow blankets the world around it in a frenzy as though it has a vengeance against everyone and the summer that melted it just months before. this is nothing new, it is nothing old and it just is. but it takes everything in its crystallized beauty, because so many years ago, it made a deal with death. for it’s white out beauty for humans to admire, it must take life for it to come.

and it always fights with spring, who brings back the warm sun but still so slowly. life follows spring, because life only likes beauty with life. and that is how the world works. it is chaos and it is beauty and it is ugly, and humans accept it as is. they create stories behind these seasons, reasonings why they happen, why everything happens. and they say there is a promise for it all, to suffer is to bring light.

but this year, winter claimed more and winter has brought ghosts she did not want to see. the house is cold and creaky, and sometimes she sees them as they wander the halls and sit in the kitchen. she hears them late at night, their feet stomping on the badly carpeted floor, and it makes it hard for her to sleep. she tries to cover her ears, she tries to pretend she doesn’t hear their voices.

they say her name at times, but it’s always a hushed whisper and words follow she can never understand. she supposes that’s okay, it’s best to never acknowledge the dead anyways. still, she wants to call out to them and tell them to go away.

but they’ve made this house theirs, slinking through packed up boxes and singing softly to themselves. and death waits in the shadows, and in the corners and on the countertops and in the closed off room. it never talks to her, though, because why would it? it’s not interested in her.

yet it watches her as she goes through her days, but the winter doesn’t let it. she tries to count down the days, but the days don’t ever seem to stop. and there is a door at the end of the hall that she cannot open. the doorknob always burns her hands, and she wonders if that’s normal. and when she tries to call someone to check it out, the lines are always busy.

so she leaves it be, but every so often, the ghosts disappear behind those doors and reemerge, and they always stop and look directly at her. and their words are always garbled. and she wants to tell them to speak more clearly. but you should never give attention to the dead, they will never leave.

and death continues to watch.

when she looks out the window, it’s still a horrible white out and work must be getting mad since she’s missed so many days now. but the roads are slick, and she cannot see anything outside. but she’s getting bored with wandering the halls, she’s getting bored with waiting around.

and the door at the end of the hall has remained shut for awhile now, and still, when she tries to open it, the handle burns. it cracks her skin now.

death still watches, it whispers, it waits. it follows and follows. and she wants it to go away. but it does not, its feet pound on the wooden flooring, and the house gets colder and colder every day.

so, she tries to to speak to it one day, her voice garbled and painful.

“what lies beyond that door?” it does not answer. “why are you here?” death does not answer, for it cannot speak. it is merely a concept, a thought, a thing that happens. it’s what everyone fears, it’s what everyone wishes to never meet. yet, she is no longer afraid as it watches and follows her.

“can you at least tell me who died?” she asks one day, when the winds bellow and shriek. the window panes slam, and it is a old house, she had gotten used to it as a child. there were monsters worse than ghosts and creaking walls. it still does not speak, but there is a light under the eternally locked door. “what’s beyond there?”

the doorknob turns by itself, but the door does not budge. the ghosts still linger, and some days, when their mouths move, she feels as though they’re talking to her. they say something she does not recognize anymore.

“what happened?” she asks one day, a plea in her voice for something -- anything. this long winter is driving her insane. she wishes for spring to come, for the flowers to bloom. she wishes to feel warm again because the fire does not warm her skin, the blankets do not help.

“who died?”

and the door swings open as she stands outside of the door, and death’s jaw unhinges but nothing comes out. and as she turns to look inside, her flesh becomes ribbons, unbinding from around her and she tries to cry out but there is nothing that can escape.

“darling, didn’t you know,” death’s voice is a crackle, a cackle, it is insidious to hear. “you’re the one that’s dead.”

her body is not there, but that is room -- just barely the shell of itself of before. most of her pictures and posters have been taken down. there are no memories left of her in the cold, creaky house. and when she steps inside, the billowing, screaming winds of the winter stop.

she steps towards the window, and looks out. the blanket white of snow is all gone, and when she touches the glass, it feels warm beneath her skin but it does not hurt.

when winter and spring fight their continuous battle, life continues to march on and death takes what it is handed by both and all things. there are many things out there that explain why things are the way they are, and she’s never sure what is exactly true.

but when dawn broke, it brought winter with it, with frost on the grass and a light gray sky that never really went away, even when she was living. there is no bellowing winds, there is no rattling glass and there are no ghosts who wander the halls of a house that was once alive. just merely a season where everything continues as normal.

and nobody has ever defied death before, nobody has ever said no to it. for even though when they fear it -- when they fear what could or could not be beyond, they still go with. that is how life had decided to work.

and yet she looks at death, with it standing out in the hallway and she, in her room. just a small step, and she will finally go with him, but she remains grounded. and she stares up at it with defiance.

“i want another chance.”

[blossem12]

Gfghhgh same maitland brainnnn -princess au? -hhghhhghv m o t h -just like,,,,,, soft date,,,,,,, -sleepy,,,,,, sleep maitlands,,,,, -soft mornings?????,,,,, ye a h Pre death Happy sun maitlands,, outside

I hope this is good its all my 1 am brain could do

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It was no surprise to the Gardeners that the princess was in love with Adam. Any free time she had would be spent in the garden and time she had to spend somewhere else would also be spent in the garden.

She never tried to distract Adam however, she always watched as he cut the shrubbery with the utmost precision, saying a positive affirmation when she thought of them. Adam wasn't technically allowed in the Castle but he still yelled positive things up to Barbara's window when she looked out.

To them it seemed as if they spent every hour together, although it was mostly the time that Barbara was on a small break.

One afternoon in particular, Barbara had decided to spend her break back in the small part of the Garden no one went to. As much as she wanted to, she chose not to bother Adam. He was very busy in preparation for a very fancy gala at the end of the week and Barbara didn't want to get him in trouble.

She simply laid alone in the grass, staring at the trees above her as they waved in the wind.  Her thoughts came to her calmly, beginning with the gala at the nd of the week.

What would I wear?

Do I have to sit around for suitors?

I don't even need a suitor anyway, I have Adam.

I would give anything to dance with Adam at the gala.

As she thought, she closed her eyes and began to imagine how they would dance. Adam being his clumsy and unknowing self would stumble and step on Barbara's feet, but that didn't matter. They would be in close proximity to each other the whole night, refusing to separate during the more upbeat dances. Barbara began to giggle at the thought of teaching Adam how to dance properly.

"Your Royal Highness?" Adams voice rang softly from the shrubs. Barbara, recognizing it instantly, sat up and let a huge smile spread across her face as she motioned him to join her. Adam sat on the grass and laid next to her.

"I thought you were working" Barbara said as she laid back down and entwined both of their hands.

"The chief gave me a small break. Said as long as I come back before dinner I was fine."

"I will be passing along a very good word about the chief for bringing you to me" They both rolled on their sides and stared into each others eyes, colors that reflected in the sun and still shone in the shade.

After a moment of silence they spoke simultaneously,

"May I?" Followed by their self made harmony of laughter before both nodding yes. No more then a second passed until they began to kiss one another, the same sparks flying as the first time it happened.

"Could you imagine what would happen if the king found out about us?" Barbara said as she pulled away for a quick second,

"I would be hanged on the spot" Adam sighed before smirking at Barbara, "A risk i'm all too willing to take"

Barbara laughed at his awful attempt at being smooth and kissed him once again.

It was soon after that they were back too laying on the ground, significantly closer. Barbara laid her head on Adam's chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

They sat in silence,  thinking silence, before Barbara whispered,

"I'm going to sneak you into the Gala."

"What?" Adam asked as he cocked an eyebrow.

"I can dress you up fancy, teach you to dance and convince my father you're a prince! And in no time we'll be married."

"Are you sure?"

"If it doesn't work then we'll just run away!" She declared, Adam began panicking.

"Run away? Become fugitives? That's a very big risk Barbara."

Barbara smirked, adjusting herself to be above adam, almost sitting on his stomach as she stared in his eyes.

"If I get to be with you? It's a risk I'm willing to take."

[huangfilms]

Aged Up!Jaemin

summary: so my boss has been trying to set me up with her son for a while and i’ve never even met him and she doesn’t show pictures, but once i do meet him i find out that her son was my crush from high school many many years ago,,,, h elp || aged up au

(A/N) OKAY QUEENS! the results for the recent poll was jaemin! i swear i will get to All Of The Members soon i just need some time! also!!! please leave me feedback ! thank you kids and i hope you enjoy! (ps, once i write more and more, ill make a masterlist so u can see all of my works easily!) warning: this isnt edited cause ya girl TIRED

so... it was morning time

your alarm was blaring in your ear and you Did Not Want To Get up.

you absolutely loved your job (whatever that job may be, it is up 2 u)! but why did it have to start so early,, ya know? 

also,,, it’s your boss,,,,,recently she’s been sweet talking you and it’s really uncomfortable since you two aren’t really close

and she always mentions her son

she goes on and on about how sweet he is, or how much of a gentleman he is. not to mention how handsome her son is

did i mention she’s always saying, ‘you’d be perfect for my son.’

and you’re just like??? oh 

but today when you got to work, a sister SNAPPED

if you heard about your boss’ son one more time then-- well you’d get fired but anywho

so you got annoyed and told your boss, ‘if i say yes to going on one date with your son with you be quiet?’

and she went quiet and then had This Look on her face

next thing u know, she has the BIGGEST grin and then side-hugs you

you feel Awkward but whatever,,,, so anyway she 

she tells u that u should b ready at ur home at like 4:30 or something since u two are going on a ‘date’

and then ur like??? wtf TODAY and she says uh,, yes.

and so u see her pull out her phone and then u Just Know that she’s texting her mystery son and then you get Anxious

well shit my dudes

life is crazy like that,,,,, so then she says that he is going to pick u up from ur home and ur like,,, he knows where i live now

okay!!! it’s ok kids,,,oof!!!

so time skip to 3:00 when your shift at work is d o n e and then u go home to flop on ur bed

Then You’re Anxious cause oh shit,,, ur going on a date with a person that u don’t even know. sike u thought

and so u change out of ur work clothes and throw on like a sweater or something and jeans or whatever

u have like 10 minutes to spare before that guy comes here and you’re kinda nervous,,,,,,,

but he is here EARLY OH MY LORD 

so u have like a peep hole on ur door and u take a peak thru it and oh 

oh my

you wha t

this boy behind the door is none other than the kid you used to crush on in high schoo l,, na jaemin

he never liked u back bc he never noticed u but,,, u ,,, got over it,,,,,,,,,

you could not believe that ur boss’ son was THIS DUDE,,, 

you start to pace back and forth because what if he recognizes you,,, oh My Gosh

okay well anyway

you suck it up and then open the door because he’s been waiting for a while ksdjhfalksjhf

u notice that he’s looking down and he starts to speak when he looks up but then he stops

‘hey--’ and he just Stares At You and u start to wonder if he Does Remember You

and then he says ur name Which Means He DOES oh jeez and u were so close to slamming the door in his face because you Cannot Handle but it’s okay, everything is okay..... 

‘haha hey,, um jaemin’ 

REAL UWU HOURS BECAUSE THIS CRUSH WAS UNREQUITED AND U NEVER FORGOT ABOUT IT UNTIL LIKE UR,, THIRD YEAR OF COLLEGE HEADAHHHSDLJFHAK

okay well now that u guys Clarified That You Remember Each Other

you became x27439823847398739384709213378468 more nervous because How Will This Go

okay wait,, how did he know ur name LMAO did he,, dare I say,,, remember you????

cause if he did then WOW life really is crazy

so then he starts to talk or whatever about going to the nearest coffee shop cause he feels drained and exhausted, ngl,,, you feel kinda tired too

so you guys are just like walking there and he’s been trying small talk like,,, what have u been up to since high school? 

and u get so Shook because,,,, he noticed you LMAO 

i mean you were always the shy one who got mediocre grades but never really broke the rules and hung out with like,,, one person.

u STILL hang out with that on e person and that dude is ur best friend jeno

but anyway,, you knew about jaemin in hs because of jeno, they were in the same friend group and jeno always invited you to hang out with them but u really weren’t comfortable with that LOL

so yeah u saw jaemin and took a liking to him because he was really sweet from what u heard from jeno,,, that boy would NOT stop talking about him to you because u became interested

i mean moments pass and u dont know how to feel anymore

so anyway,, u two make it to the shop and then u take a REAL good look at him when he goes up to order for the both of u guys

he’s aged really well,,, too well like honestly--- edges: Snatched

he just looks so,,,, good. and you just Know That You Have Lingering Feelings that you never really got over and they seem to be resurfacing

FEELINGS U BETTER STOP!!!

so he comes back with the drinks and he looks at you now while ur staring out the window,, just sippin ur coffee

nd he noticed that YOUVE grown,, u look way more mature and youve lost ur baby face,, oof

u kno he actually did like you back then,,, i mean if either one of u would have just TALKED to each other smh cjsjdjs

but whatever, in the past right? sike

so the date was coming to an end cause he had some stuff to do, so u guys swapped phone numbers

ever since then, u guys have been texting each other non-stop and always hanging out when you can

his mom?? she can tell that something is different with u because u arent grumpy in the mornings anymore HAHAHA

u start to smile more and become distracted on ur phone cause jaemin is always texting you

and his MOM JUST KNOWS OKAY

so she asks u about it like,,, half a year after u guys first met up

and u say smth like, ‘oh haha your son is such a kind soul,,, andimayormaynotlikehim’

its honestly really funny cause she been knew that jaemin had a small crush on u during hs cause he always talked abt u but never knew u were gonna apply for the job u had now and she cant believe that she remebers that WOW

so anyway she just has This Smile on her face all the time cause u make jaemin so happy

and so one day u and jaemin meet up back at that coffee shop

and then u two order or whatever and then he comes back with A Very Serious Look on his face and u get scared™️

but when he comes back he just shyly smiles and says a Long Speech

‘so i know that we’ve established that we remember each other from high school, but i just wanted to clarify that i like you, more than a friend. i really like you and ive liked you since i first saw you in the hallways all those years ago. i mean, when we went our separate ways i shoved those feelings aside but now that youre back in my life, so are those feelings i have for you. everytime i look at you, i just want to kiss you or hold your hand and i just—‘

but youve stopped listening because your whole being is: Shook

he just said that he liked you omg,,,,,

HE BEEN LIKING YOU OH MY JEEZ

AND THEN U JUST CUT HIM OFF BY REACHING OVER AND HOLDING HIS HAND AND THEN HE TURNS P I N K AND ITS ADORABLE U ALMOST COO

and so you say, ‘jaemin,, i really like you too.’ AND U BOTH JUST GRI N

AND SO HE ASKS TO KISS U CAUSE HES A WHOLE ASS GENTLEMAN

and so when u nod ur head he just SMILES AND THEN KISSES U

its SLOW AND ITS FULL OF PASSION AND IM SUFFERING MY UWUS: ON THE FLOOR EVE PLS GET ME A MOP AGAIN

A D WHEN U PULL BACK FROM EACH OTHER, U GUYS JUST SMILE SO HARD THAT UR CHEEKS JUST START TO HURT AND THEN HE ASKS U THAT™️ QUESTION

‘will u b my baby’ : )

AND THEN U SAY YES BECAUSE!! WHOLE CATCH U REALLY LIKE THIS MAN

SO the date is over, he walks u home, and when u get into ur house u dont see that he fist pumped in the air and nearly YELLED

so u go into work the next day and you are just HAPPY

and his momma Knows So She Looks At U With A Huge Smile

and then she lets u be cause U ! MAKE ! HER ! SON ! HAPPY !

so anyway jaemin as ur bf,, a real Dream

he would always drive you home from ur dates, pick you up from ur work,,,,

sometimes he would even sleep over , the dude has his own soace in ur closet and a toothbrush

WAKING UP TO HIS FACE IS SO GOOD CAUSE HE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL IN THE MORNING SUN

and its such a Good Ass Time my ass is Suffering omg

but anyway!! jaemin is such a sweetheart u could not believe that u didnt talk to him in hs cause you guys wouldve been together longer🤧🤧

anywho!! end!! i cant believe his momma set u two up 😪

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[qualitytigersuit]

fluomoth refenrece post

i am writign tgis with a nemormous moth flpaiing its wings on my face tyring to stick its big fat probixcis down my third eye so aopligies for any spelling/grammaer mistakes or if it seems dijsointed i am typing it blind with no way to corrcect/proofread. sorry

so what the fuck

i am plagued by fluomoths from one of the earth's invisible moons. i'll explain what each part of that gmeans in turnb

inviisble moons

the earth has more than one moon but the others are inviisble (mosr of the time). there are at least 2, probably like 3-5, but theyr'e invisible (mosrt of tge time) so it' shard to fsy

the most wellk nown one is th eblack moon called rahu in indian and cauda draconis in western astrology. some call it lilith also. astrologwrs will tell yo uthis jusy means teh 'descending lunar node' whatever that's supposed to ne. THISI S A LIE. it's a moon but you can't see it. bcuase it's invisible (as estsblsed previously. it's important to si'm repeating it)=. some say you can see it during total solar eclispes. but then they also say the sun flashes green for a second when it fsets & i've nevrbr seen that one eighter.

the other moon i know of for sure if whrer the fluomoths come from. its invisible too (this is a theme) but in like. a diffferent way? less 'light can't hit it' and more' out of phase with reality. 'like in genral. anyway it hsa a hiighly exxcentic eccentric orbit that somethigms takes it pretty cloose to earfgt erath earth and that's when th emoths come down. like in pern, but with moths instead of weird fngus.

moths

they lok a lot like moths. you know those like . optical illusions where you look at one thing and corss your eyes and it becomws another. or like stare ag a thibg long & then look away and see another thing? well basicaly look at this

and tgen this:

and then look at somthing else. and that's a bit what they look like. tgis is pretty weird and since they'r emade from invisible moonstuf they're invisible too. so one might be flapping about & you'd neve rknow it. you odn't need to worry abotu that tho because if you can't see them, they can't see you. like i guess they're able to see walls and trees and whatnot to fly around but they can't pick you out from the scenery. they just thing you're a weird trree i guess. so if you're never seen a lfuomoth you're all good. if you do see something that loooks like what i just describwd then read on

flue

one reason i cal them lfuomoth (that's just my name. i odn't know if anyone else enen knows about tgem which is why i'm writing tgis.) because they have this fluorescent look atbout them. like a blacklight poster kinda

the other reason is tghey eat. well something. when you rnter into cettain kinds om ystic /altered states thereis' thi.s eneryg? fluid? mbut like magnetism is a fluid not like how cwater if a fluid. that mnanrs. emanates . from your brain /chakra / ipepr dantoian. i don't have a nemf for it so i just call it 'the flow' bcuae that's what it feels like. yo i know when you're taling / writing / making art / danciong / coing a ritual and everything just seems o t. to flow. or hwen you're dmeifaing anfd open your eyes and hte world is like water. of when youre high or youve just had an orgasm and evertything is at eas.e it's not like those things itns more like what i said first it deels like fomsrhing is flowing otu/thru/ you. and the moths are atracted to that. they want it. did you know butterlfies will drinkb lood if given the chnce? 

now you do. nd thse are like thatb ut what they want isn't blood and it i in your brain. so it's nogt great

how to dget rid of them

ill ket you know when i figure it out. posting the kind of mstuff i do here seebms to help sometimes womsewhat. you need to channel the flow it needs to go someplace so the mothts wont smell it. on the iother hand if your jus t sotinrg it then they might noe smell it. so i guess what it is if you have too much it hsarts fo leak and then they come oooking at it might mekae it better / protect you from the moths or it might afttract them. don't complain to me. one thing you dont ahtn to do is open your erception to the point whre you can see them. because then they can see you and will come frrom the invisible moon and fucking. fucking lfap akl over the place and make it pmssobel to concetra.c cant even fucking find a way to theh .t he bathroom with rhese moths. THE MOTHS WILL MAKE YOU PISS YOURSELF IF YOU SEE them. so odn’t to dhat. problem is i havent figured out when and hwy i became able to see them. so no idea what helps / what makes it worse. anywya

[marching-man-blog]

Five times kissed! {Vene can be gay for you, Lud}

Send ‘five times kissed’ for a drabble about five times our muses kissed!

Disclaimer: Because I haven’t had the chance to interact with you as of yet (which definitely needs to change ;*), I generalized this to Italy!

Feliciano cups Ludwig’s cheek, his hand moving up to brush back the soft strands of ungelled hair from his face. The moonlight casts a ghostly sort of light on his features, but his face is clear. Ludwig flushes, but he can’t find the will to move away from the gentle fingers, dragging down his cheekbone and trailing down his jawline, can’t seem to block out the singing of the crickets just outside his window, or the cooling draft from the vents above. Feliciano doesn’t usually do things like this. He doesn’t– Oh God, since when has Feliciano been this close?

He blinks rapidly as Feliciano moves closer, the smell of citrus shampoo mingled with the mint of his toothpaste permeating the air. His heart races. Feliciano’s close, too close. He’s smiling again, and– Oh. Oh, he’s being kissed.

Feliciano is kissing him.

Gently, Feliciano guides his face by tugging his chin forward, the other hand slipping behind his neck. Ludwig melts.

The dying rays of sunlight spread out like rose tipped fingers across the sand, and the waves lap gently at the shore, beating out a gentle rhythm, playing continuously in the background. Here, now, there is the beach. There is Feliciano, and there is Ludwig. The grains of sand beneath his feet and hands, the cry of the gulls above, the familiar scent of shampoo and cologne Feliciano always wears and the weight of his friend’s head on his shoulder– it’s a quiet moment where the world seems so small, yet so vast.

“Be my boyfriend, Ludwig.”

Ludwig’s heart stutters, and he turns to face Feliciano, eyes wide, expression disbelieving. Feliciano glances up from his place on Ludwig’s shoulder, expectant, hopeful, and the world seems to be on repeat. The breeze runs by and tousles Feliciano’s hair. The waves move in and out. The birds keep calling.

“If you want,” Feliciano begins to correct himself, but Ludwig jerks up, causing a startled Feliciano to remove himself from his place on his shoulder. Ludwig stops. Starts. He’s never wanted anything so much before.

“I’ll date you.”

Feliciano’s never smiled wider. He kisses Ludwig just as the sun disappears beneath the horizon, and in that moment, everything is good and right and perfect.

“No, no, silly. Left foot forward first– Right! Like that. Perfetto,” Feliciano laughs again, his eyes crinkling up at the edges and his lips curving upwards in a smile. Ludwig tries again, his hand on Feliciano’s waist and the other clasped around Feliciano’s hand.

He feels like time could stop and play this scene again and again, but each time, it would be just as new, just as sweet and just as perfectly Feliciano. The way he glides forward, light on his feet, and the gentle curve of his smiling face– Ludwig seems to remember the littlest things at the oddest of moments, but as he often forgets, there are disadvantages to staring at only Feliciano. He stumbles once again, realizing a second too late that what he’s slipping on is Feliciano’s foot. Feliciano just shakes his head, snorting softly, then goes up on his tiptoes and wraps his arms around Ludwig’s neck.

And then he kisses him. Ludwig swears his chest is full of butterflies.

The Italian countryside really is a gorgeous place. It’s on days like this with the birds singing and the fields swaying that Ludwig understands a little bit of what it’s like to be in love with Feliciano’s land as much as he’s in love with him. The world is not just sunlight. It’s not just soft. It’s color and vibrancy and vitality, and that, Ludwig thinks, is what Feliciano is.

The oak they’re beneath is ancient and towering, its branches splaying out like hands soaked in green paint and filtering the sun into dappled splotches. Feliciano laughs– it’s just as beautiful as always– and kicks off from the ground. The swing they’re on moves back languidly. Ludwig smiles, and Feliciano scoots closer.

“I want to be a bird, Ludwig. Don’t you wish we were birds– always swooping about without a care in the world?”

“I’m not sure. I suppose anything would be fine as long as I got to be with you.”

“God, you’re really such a sap.”

Ludwig is about to object, but before he can, Feliciano is kissing him. He sees no reason to complain.

It’s raining. It’s like God took a paintbrush and splattered Berlin with it after sucking out all the color. Muddy puddles pool on the sidewalks and streets of the city, and people rush by with their umbrellas up, the pitter patter of the rain on the cars and buildings clearly audible. Ludwig is making his way through to the train stop where Feliciano will be arriving, and already, though he has just left the car, his boots have already been splashed with grime. 

Of course. The weather is always lovely when he visits Italy, but when he invites Feliciano to Germany, of course, it will have to be raining. It seems like a sin to Ludwig to put Feliciano on a backdrop so grey and drab when he himself is like a splash of color. No matter, he’s not God. He can’t put the color back. 

Throngs of people exit the train stop from around the corner as Ludwig presses on. Then, for once, luck returns to his side, and the smiling face of Feliciano appears, bobbing up and down within the crowd. Ludwig’s heart skips a beat as he pushes through to meet him, the soft smile and bright eyes fresh in his sights. 

( He truly is color. )

Finally they reach each other. Feliciano is beaming. Ludwig’s heart is pounding, and before he can tell himself it’s stupid, he kisses him. Feliciano kisses back, and for a few glorious seconds, the world is just the two of them beneath a dripping umbrella.

He doesn’t care about the rain anymore.