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peachesofteal · 7 months

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Dead Disco / Chapter 8

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Ghost/Soap/female reader 3.7k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ MDNI, explicit sex. Top Simon Riley. Bottom Johnny MacTavish. Barebacking, oral sex - fem receiving, anal fingering, rimming. Anxiety, crying. Caretaking. Comfort. Relationship issues. Established throuple. Angst. Darling is her/your own tag and warning. The guys get back.

“Two weeks?”

Simon steps closer to where you’re stalking around in the kitchen, working a circular pattern into the floor with your pacing. “It’s not ideal-“

“Not ideal? It’s… it’s about to be Christmas.” your voice squeaks with disbelief, misery, heart squeezing in your chest uncomfortably. “You just got home.” The idea of facing two more long, cold weeks in the dead of winter makes your bones rattle inside your body, worsened by the fact that you’ll most likely be alone for the holidays.

“Ah know, we know, love. But we cannae control when we’re needed. Ye know this.” The words strike true, and instantly deflate you. You do know.

You know too well.

“We’ll try to be home before Christmas.” Simon vows, but you shake it off. It sounds, it feels, like too much of a promise. Too much like the bitter pill of disappointment.

You shove it down as far as you can. Try to patch over the rip in your soul that’s turned into a pit, devolved into a galaxy ending black hole in your heart.

“It’s fine.”

“Darling.” He reaches for you, fingers moving into your line of sight, but you duck it, opting to turn back towards the cabinets, picking up the clean glassware that you were in the middle of putting away.

“I’m fine.” Your tears lie in wait, stinging up your nose, forcing you to swallow against a shallow breath.

“We don’t want to be away from you, you know that.” He tries, and Johnny sidles up next to you, watching with concern. You ignore them both, counting your breaths, arranging the glassware one by one, opting to focus on the task instead of the storm that’s brewing in your head.

“I know. It’s fine.” You huff, last glass going up inside the cabinet with a rattle. Your hands are shaking, everything overwhelmed by trying to keep yourself together.

“Darling.” Simon says again, and you brush him off, pulling the silverware caddy from the machine. The utensils jangle together, loudly, and Simon tries to get your attention again.

You pull the drawer with a jerk, hard and fast. Smooth.

Too smooth.

It jumps the track and flies towards the ground, silverware and odds and ends falling to the floor, both you and Johnny lunging to catch it without success.

It crashes across the kitchen, like thunder cracking across a night sky, a firework in the dark.

Johnny flinches, jolting from where he crouches with a hand outstretched for the runaway drawer. Simon doesn’t startle as bad, but he squints, before relaxing.

And then you burst into tears.

“Fuck!” you blubber. “Fff-fuck. I’m so-sorry.” You turn with blurred vision into a thick wall of mass, Simon, who’s arms go around you immediately, strong hand on the nape of your neck.

“It’s alright. You’re alright. We’re here.” He’s soft with his words, lips pressing to the top of your head. He holds you there, murmuring in your ear, coaxing your breaths slower, promising that everything’s okay. “Bedroom lights.” He instructs Johnny, still holding you tight.

“Rog.” Johnny replies automatically, and you shake your head in teary denial.

“The mess.” He rebukes your protest.

“We’ll clean it up later, darling. Let’s take care of you first.”

You hear the helicopter before you see it.

The blades whirl, cutting through the air effectively, and you try not to bounce on your tiptoes as the figures in the far distance disembark from the giant machine.

You can’t help it. You’re really excited.

There’s been something about being here waiting for them, being one of the first faces they see after they land, that absolutely delights you. It sings in your heart, making you smile and sigh, drawing you to the hangar to wait for them to come through the big, wide opening.

Johnny is first. He’s walking beside Simon, but actively looking, searching the faces that are milling about, some who are more stationary, like you, obviously waiting for something.

When he finds you, his mouth moves, body jostling into Simon’s side, and then he’s running. Sprinting.

He’s on you before you can blink, scooping you up, arms like steel curling around your thighs and hoisting you in the air hard enough that your hands come crashing down on his shoulders and his face is buried in your cleavage.

“Put me down!” You shriek with a little bit of laughter, a little bit of fake outrage.

He drops you a bit, but he doesn’t let go. Just keeps his grip around your waist, pulling your body into his, chasing your mouth with his own.

“Missed ye, darling.”

“It was only three days.” You chide, but your heart glows.

“Three days too long. Wonder if the boss‘ll let me retire. Take care o’ ye instead of doing this.”

“Oh, stop.” The protest is halfhearted, the smile that graces your face too much of a giveaway.

You half push him off playfully, still holding onto his jacket, and peek around, looking for the other piece of the puzzle.

He’s standing there, watching. The grey skull that’s pulled over his face sobers your glee, and you move to step forward, but Johnny holds you tight, mouth above your ear.

“Wait, darling. We’ll all go back tae the room, aye?” Simon nods, like he knows what Johnny is saying, even though you’re sure he cannot hear him.

“Okay.” You stay tucked up under his arm, Simon walking in lock step behind you both.

“This was suppose’ tae be a nice dinner.” Johnny grunts, and you gurgle a response around his cock, length stuffed deep in your throat. The edge of the table pinches against your skin, reminding you of exactly where you are, laid across the dinner table on your belly, bent at the waist with Johnny in front of you, Simon on his knees behind you, thumb spreading you wide for his tongue.

“It was.” Simon assures him. His breath heats the skin of your backs of your thighs, a wet finger swirling around the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks. There are mashed potatoes on the floor next to his knees, splattered on the hard wood near the spot where the gravy is slowly trickling over the edge of the table. You feel… a little bad about it. A little guilty. Johnny worked hard on this dinner, and you truly did appreciate it, you just didn’t anticipate being the dessert.

“Until someone called me a liar.”

You try to protest, but your mouth is too full.

That’s not what you meant. You weren’t calling him a liar. You just… don’t know how to process this. How to believe.

“We,” Simon presses a kiss to the swell of your ass, “want to keep you, darling.” Another drag of his lips, this time on the crease of your hip. “We want to take care of you.” Teeth graze along your inner thigh, tongue slicking along your skin. “We want to know you.” Fear cuts through the lovestruck, lustful haze that’s penetrated your mind, and you curl your fingers into your palms until the pressure sears with a bite. You focus on that feeling, and not the wariness that’s spreading through your body, the overthinking, the worry that grows from that one sentence: we want to know you.

A part of you wants to float away, wants to drown in the feeling of them, disappear into the toe-curling pleasure, dip beneath the surface and never come back.

But something winds you too tightly to let go. Something lurks in the back of your mind, whispering half-truths, half lies.

It’s not real. They don’t want you. They don’t mean it.

“Why don’t you believe us?” He knows you can’t answer, he must. You groan around Johnny’s cock, hot length pressed against the back of your tongue, and he blows a breath from his nose.

Simon pushes a thick finger against your rim, feeling how you flutter for him, before going deeper, up past his knuckle, and you choke on a gasp, throat constricting around Johnny’s cock. It’s good, sinfully delicious, and you relax to allow him more, a second finger joining the first, stretching you with a sting.

“Johnny.” Simon says his name like a command, and then Johnny’s pulling away, sinking to his knees in front of your face and cradling your jaw with a gentle hand.

“Tell Johnny how it feels.” Simon coaches, and replaces his fingers with his mouth, tongue dipping inside of you with unrivaled skill. You melt into a heap of buttery sweetness, bones nearly liquid, legs trembling.

“Oh, is it good? Tell me darling, use your words.” It’s a little bit mocking, a little bit sincere, with a heaping amount of adoration and lust, and he rubs a thumb across your cheekbone, soft eyes watching yours.

“Ye-eah.” You stretch the vowels, tongue leaden between your teeth. Simon is feasting on you, like he didn’t just eat an entire dinner, like he hasn’t eaten in weeks, big hand spreading one of your cheeks wide so that his entire face is buried in you. “Fuck.”

“Can ye come like this?” You garble out the word yes, then no, then there’s nothing, just your slack jaw, Johnny disappearing from your line of sight.

His mouth is on your cunt a second later. You pant, twisting to try to look, catching a glimpse of him under the table, opposite Simon, bent at an odd angle, tongue lapping at your clit, and his hand inside Simon’s jeans working his cock in long strokes.

It’s circuit overload. Every connection surges to full power, lighting up your muscles, your bones, every hair on your body. You practically vibrate with it, and your knees wobble.

“I- I… can’t!” you cry, a thumb pressing down on your clit, applying pressure in a circular motion, stroking the swollen bud in rhythm with the tongue that dips into your hole.

“Yes, you can.” Simon pulls away, kneading your cheeks with thick fingers. “You can, darling.”

“I can’t-t stand. My-“ You don’t get to finish before you’re being pulled from the dinner table and heaved into someone’s arms, jostling against a chest before your back hits the bed.

Your knees are pushed back, up towards your ears, and heat crawls through your belly when you glance up at where they both stare at your fully exposed cunt.

“Better?” The Scottish accent rasps, and you nod desperately. “Words, love.”

“Yes! Yes, please.” You’re asking for them both, desperate for them both. You’re frantic with it, your need, your desire to be ruined by them. Possessed by them. Loved by them.

You don’t know how to say it, can’t get the words out. They get stuck, hung up on your anxiety, your fear.

“Darling.” Simon reads it, reads you like he always does, pulling you back towards them, grounding you.

Your lungs shudder with a deep breath.

“Please.”

Johnny hits the overhead light off in the room as soon as the three of you get inside.

He sits you on the bed, gently. Kissing your forehead, your temple, before pulling away and flicking the bedside light on, casting warm yellow tones around the concrete blocks.

Simon keeps his back turned, things on his body shifting, being shed, being moved, until the grey skull is being placed on the little table, and the balaclava is being shucked to reveal a scruff of hair and his wide neck.

“Simon?” You whisper, but he still doesn’t turn to you. Johnny strips his gear off as well, but watches, eyes keen. Observant. “Simon…” His shoulders loosen, tension deflating from his muscles but he doesn’t turn, doesn’t move towards you until; “I need you.”

It’s fluid, the steps, the bend, the grace of such a large body sinking to his knees in front of you, arms wrapping around your hips and then his face, smashing into your belly.

“Missed you too.” He murmurs into your skin, and you stroke your fingers through his hair delicately, careful to be slow and deliberate with your movements. You know, Simon is different for work. The grey skull. The ghost.

It can be hard on him. Hard on Johnny. Difficult for them both. For you.

The bed dips, and Johnny’s sitting at your side, leaning you into his chest. A bridge, between two. A web, connecting three.

Yours. Your family.

Hope blooms across your heart, gardens of flowers thriving under the sun of their affection, their care, their love.

Your nose, your eyes begin to burn with the promise of tears. Fuck.

You blink them away, sniffling. The sound causes Simon to jerk, leaning back to peer at you, but your hide your face, and he hums, stroking the back of your neck.

“We’re here, darling.” You nod into him silently, basking in the overload of it all. The sweet. The bitter. The two, together.

“Ah love ye both. So much.” Johnny hums, and it makes the burn worse, the emotions rising inside of you like a tidal flood, waiting to burst through the dam.

“I love you too.” You choke, and Simon grumbles something in response, something that sounds like the three words, before he’s up on his feet, notching his mouth against yours fiercely. He clutches the back of your skull, touching his forehead to yours before moving to Johnny, kissing him sweetly and then pulling away.

“Gotta shower.” He grunts, and you flop onto your back without preamble.

Johnny sighs, curling up next to you, tugging your body into his.

“We’re gon’ to a pub tonight, Kyle, and Price. The three of us tae, ‘course.”

“M-me?” you stutter, eyebrows raised, and he smiles.

“Yes, darling. Ye too.”

The pub is extremely dark. It’s dark enough that Simon seems to be comfortable in just the black mask and hoodie, and Johnny is relaxed, nonchalant with a shoulder leaning against you, head occasionally dipping to whisper something in your ear.

You however, are not relaxed.

Your body is tight, muscles practically iron against the straight-backed chair, mouth dry. You’re out of place, out of your depth. You feel like an ornament of some sort, an adornment. It’s selfish, but you wish you still in the room with the guys, just the three of you. Together, still in that sweet, hazy in-between, floating on admissions of love and adoration.

Conversation flows around you like water, ebbing and flowing as you sip your drink, and Simon’s hand settles on your thigh, thumb stroking a semi-circle into your skin, nodding to something Kyle is saying.

“- and I just don’t want one, but she does. So, I guess we’re getting a dog.” He sighs into his beer, and Johnny snorts.

“Better than a bairn, ah suppose.” He quips. Simon tenses on your other side and then shakes his shoulders out, turning to look at Johnny before leaning in and pressing clothed covered lips to your forehead.

“Alright?” You hum, nodding your response. You’re a little anxious, sure. But otherwise, fine, besides probably needing to use the restroom. You don’t want to take away from this time they have with their friends, their coworkers.

They carry on, talking about something that sounds like work, going back and forth about some finer detail that you can't distinguish, and you drain the rest of the drink, hopping down from the bar seat to go to the bathroom.

Johnny pulls you into him, mouth bumping along your temple to whisper in your ear. “Dinnae take too long, or Ah’ll come lookin’ for ye.”

“Hey, do we still want to do-“ your sentence dies in your throat when you turn corner into the bedroom, where Simon’s got Johnny beneath him on a pillow, an ankle thrown on his shoulder, the lines of both of their bodies, flex of their muscles making your mouth water. “mussels for dinner.” They both turn to look at you, blissed out euphoria on Johnny’s face, while Simon gives you the teeniest smirk, before reaching for you with beckoning fingers.

“How was work?”

“Simon… fucking hell.” Johnny blurts, brow furrowed. Simon hasn’t stopped his ministrations, still slowly dragging his cock in and out of his hole, a teasing pace that has Johnny panting.

A tendril of worry snakes through you. They rarely start without you, why did they start without you? Are you interrupting? Is this-

“Darling.” Simon breaks through your distracted thoughts, hand still outstretched, waiting for yours. When you look up into his eyes, he nods to encourage you, and pulls you closer, thumb stroking over your knuckles, hips still sawing back and forth. You bend a knee onto the bed, pressing your fully clothed body into Simon’s side, the heat of his naked skin warming you through your shirt, and Johnny’s mouth snaps shut, eyes falling dreamily on yours, sly smile scrawling across his face.

“It was good.” You finally answer, never looking away from Johnny, glancing from where Simon’s cock is sliding inside him, to where his gaze is glassy with pleasure. Your own body responds in kind, the view of your partners loving each other making your knees feel kind of weak.

“Someone,” Simon thrusts a little sharper, a little harder, a soft moan sounding from Johnny in response. “wanted to wait for you to get home, but couldn’t.” He speaks perfectly clear, the vocal control something you’ve always been envious of, the fact that he can carry on a conversation while he’s fucking you or Johnny deep something you’ve never understood.

Two sides of your brain war against one another, unsettled fear and insecurity pushing to the forefront even though your body begs you to just get undressed already. You feel out of sorts, and it gnaws away inside your heart, a shadow of yourself slipping away while you watch the way Simon’s hand grips onto Johnny’s thigh.

You shove it down. You’re being ridiculous. You’re reading too much into things, like always. You’ve had this conversation dozens of times. Sex is not exclusive to the three of you at once. Why are you getting so out of sorts?

Simon’s mouth finds your cheek. “Where are you, darling?” He’s stopped moving, fingers stroking along the nape of your neck, the pressure soothing your raw edges, and Johnny props himself up on his elbows, face creased with mild concern.

“I- I’m here.” You try to assure them both, desperate to keep the mood intact, but it comes out a little squeaky, a little off pitch.

Everything grinds to a halt immediately. Simon pulls out slowly, and Johnny reaches for you without a word. You go without complaint, falling into his arms with closed eyes, trying to beat back the nonsense that’s brewing in your mind.

Guilt roars inside your head. You ruined it. Ruined their fun. Ruined the moment.

“I’m fine.” You protest, cuddling in close, nosing along his skin, sticky summer sweat dotting his skin like dew. “Swear.” Simon arranges you so that you’re laying flush with Johnny on your side, and then the comforter is being brought overtop the three of your bodies, soft cocoon of down feathers being tucked around your shoulders.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

They’re not at the bar when you come out.

You catch sight of Simon's out front through the only window in the entire pub, his boss, Price, holding a cigar between his lips, nodding his head thoughtfully at whatever is being said. Your jacket is gone, along with your little purse, tucked underneath Johnny’s arm, half of him visible through the same window. He’s closer to the parking lot, laughing at something with Kyle, face full and happy, so handsome it winds you, tugs a little smile onto your lips.

You’re still smiling when you slip out the front door, making your way towards the side of the pub where the four of them are loitering, no doubt waiting for you to be finished.

When you hear Simon’s voice, you stop dead in your tracks.

“It’s just hard on her, takes a toll.” Simon is talking to Price, who’s got his arms crossed and head cocked, listening intently. “And it’s hard on us too, bein’ away from her for too long. It starts to chafe us. We miss her, and she misses us, and sometimes I worry… about it being the right thing.” Your stomach drops out.

The right thing? The air suddenly feels like ice against your skin, and you hold your breath. Your relationship? He worries if it’s the right thing?

“You’ve made it this long, it’s clear three of you love one another.” Price counters, and you can hear the depressurization of Simon’s lungs, long sigh whistling free.

“She suffers for it, for us. It doesn’t feel fair.” Your eyes go as round as globes, mouth pooling with saliva from the nausea that swamps your stomach.

You should go back inside. You shouldn’t be listening to this, eavesdropping.

You shouldn’t be doing any of this.

You shouldn’t be here.

You turn away, heel crunching against the little rocks that are scattered across the asphalt, and you swear it’s louder than a gunshot.

Simon tenses, shoulders flexing as he turns, eyes wild when they land on you.

“Darling-“ He takes a step forward, and for the first time in so long, you feel like you can’t trust him. As if doesn’t truly see you, like he always has before.

Fair? Fair? Nothing about this was ever fair.

You want to cry. You want to scream. You want to run.

“Darling, listen.” He’s closer now, voice sharp, insistent with command, and you glance past him to where Johnny is practically jogging to your side, confusion rippling across his face.

“I want to go home.” You whisper, not sure if he hears it. Not caring if he does.

You can feel a gaping hole ripping wide in your chest, in your heart. It’s tearing apart all the repairs you’ve made, destroying the effort and love that’s been painstakingly built up, and the hope that’s been fostered inside of you slowly starts to die when you look up at the two of them.

Simon’s eyes are hard with something you cannot name, Johnny’s expression rife with concern, with worry.

“Take me home.”

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spyglassrealms · 1 year

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Fresh news from Hubble, and it's a real doozy this time: it found a runaway supermassive black hole.

Let me repeat that:

A runaway SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE.

Half the universe away, an immense object born of concentrated primordial chaos, so powerful it once bound an entire galaxy together, hurtles through the intergalactic void. Its flight through the cosmos so unfathomably violent that it leaves a stream of newborn stars two hundred thousand lightyears long whirling in its wake. Gas and dust in the space between galaxies is spread so thin a particle might never touch another for a million years, and yet this escaped galactic core has dragged the matter in its path into fusion.

What a universe we live in!

#spy has thoughts #science #space #space science #astronomy #astrophysics #Hubble #hubble space telescope #spy's smash hits

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emsgoodthinkin · 5 months

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smut-fluff-angst [MDNI]

Never did this before - virgin Eddie x virgin reader after weeks of flirting and crushing on each other, you finally pop a serious question into your bestfriend Eddie’s head, and he has a hard time providing you with an honest answer

How he fucks - experienced Eddie x perv reader

Subconsciously you’ve always been unaware of how obliviously perverted you are, and Eddie finally takes matters into his own hands

King Steve doesn’t exist - (steddie)

Steve Harringtons deepest secret gets revealed, but will the freak accept him? Will he runaway from him like everyone else? Does size really matter?

The band-aid to my wounds - Older!Eddie Munson x reader x Steve Harrington x Kurt Kunkle x reader

After stumbling into an old barn after being stranded by your freshly new ex boyfriend, you wake up strangely in a room..that isn't yours..

Headcanons/ blurbs

Ghost!Eddie

Eddie gets off watching you lick a lollipop

UPS!Driver Eddie

Eddie admiring ftm bf Steve

Physical therapist Eddie

(Joe Quinn headshot)

(Naughty Poetry for Joe)

GOth eddie moodboard

(Joes an ass man)

You’re a creep for Eddie too

Biker Eddie admiring his stripper gf

Forced to watch jealous Eddie jerk off

Eddie loves a fat 🐱

Toxic fuck boy Eddie

Virgin you needs Eddie NOW

Obsessed with Eddie’s BALLS

Struggling to get wet (steddie)

Mean Eddie still being nice with your TMJ

Pissing off dom/ switch Eddie

Eddie watching his black gf dance

Eddie loves Doja Cat

Eddie fucking you to Enter Sandman

Eddie watching his gf get off in her wheelchair

Eddie’s soft fem black gf

Gangster Eddie / pt 2

Eddie steals you in the night

Hippie Eddie moodboard

You and Eddie are big pervs

Eddie talking himself towards an orgasm

Eddie licking your cum

Gross virgin loser Eddie does porn pt 2 gross Eddie

(Steddie) helping chronically ill reader feel better

Older Eddie cumming struggles

Older Eddie loves all your holes

Hot and bothered by their black gf (steddie)

Butler Eddie

Street dancer Eddie

⤬ reblogs, comments & likes are appreciated ⤬

#reblogs appreciated #eddie munson masterlist #eddie munson #stranger things #mean!eddie munson #perv!eddie munson #eddie munson x bimbo!reader #steddie au #virgin!eddie munson #virgin!eddie munson x virgin!reader #perv!reader #ems mlist #soft!eddie munson #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x black!reader #joseph quinn #lgbtqia #eddie munson x plus size reader

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dreamii-krybaby · 7 months

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Behold my essay on why plp shouldn’t be sleeping on the ship involving Doll’s parents.

Ok ok but like- ISTG doll’s folks are driving me crazy HNNNGNGNFJF

(Btw watch of all if this get absolutely ripped to pieces by future canon)

Even we have very few info of Yeva, in the pictures she has appeared she looks distressed, paranoid, anxious and doesn’t seem to have the same social skills and relaxed vibes as Nori. She gives me the impression she was recluse, shy even or standoff-ish

For all we know she could have a drastic change of character after the core collapse.

What am saying girlie definitely developed all kinds of fucked up issues.

ok but like the fact that Yeva decided to stay and live with and make a family with her parter got me thinking

Like girl witnessed and lived THE HORRORS and if my theory is correct, she ALSO got momentarily possessed by the AS causing the Site-48 “incident”. (Which I theorize she created a massive black hole on the site similar to how the AS controlling Uzi’s hand did it on the elevator in EP6)

Her first meeting with her-now-husband was literally traumatizing and was probably very awkward (group photo after the core colapse in EP4)

They saw something, and it wasn’t good news.

But after that, like- how did it go down?

Bc I speculate Yeva’s husband knows a bit more surrounding the AS:

-like I mentioned before, his overall expression in the group picture shown in EP4 post core collapse alongside Yeva’s expression seems to imply they saw or witnessed smth horrifying around the camp 98.7 which left them scarred

-the fact that Tessa’s quote in EP6 implies the idea that he is also infected (Either he may be a runaway experiment or he wasn’t necessarily involved with CFL and somehow had the AS, or maybe the quote is a red herring)

“She reckons the humans did something to her folks down there, gave them a sickness she inherited”.

Like, the idea that her partner saw past the horrors, the AS, the shady things Yeva was involved, and just- decided to be a couple, and saw yeva…as an individual, not a danger, not a monster, not a sinner, not some lab rat, just, her, a sentient being capable of feeling just as he is.

He saw her as “Yeva”, not as “048”, not someone whose just her “sickness”

Like the fact that YEVA was also to look past her traumas and her knowledge of the danger of the AS to live and become her partner’s wife

Just the idea of them going, “you know what? I want you as my partner, live in a place that we can call home, and raise our own kid”

Its just- *screams*

also Yeva would actually be introduced to the concept of home, not a house, a home

SHE FINALLY HAD SOMETHING SHE COULD CALL A HOME

AND SHE ACTUALLY HAD A PERSON WHERE SHE COULD PROBABLY FEEL COMFORTABLE AROUND (we don’t know exactly how Nori’s and Yeva’s relationship went, they could have gone through drastic changes)

SHE COULD FINALLY LIVE, NOT SURVIVE, SHE COULD JUST- LIVE, NOT HAVING FIGHT FOR HER SURVIVAL

CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE THE FACT THESE TWO DESPITE THE HORRORS, DESPITE THE AS, DESPITE EVERYTHING THEY FELL FOR EACHOTHER AND THEY GOT TO THE POINT THEY WANTED A KID?!?!? BE A FAMILY?!?!? HAVE A PLACE TO LIVE TOGETHER!??!?

AND WHEN THEY WENT OUTSIDE BEFORE DEATH THEY DECIDED TO GO TOGETHER!?!?!? (If my theory that they died outside is true)

THEY PROBABLY KNEW THE DANGER BUT THEY WENT “we’re gonna do this together” THEY COULD HAVE LOWER THE CHANCES OF RISK AND DEAL WITH THE UPCOMING FUCKED UP SHIT ON THEIR OWN BUT THEY WENT TOGETHER

LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT ISNT LOVE

(Imagine if it’s later revealed that they are actually a super fucked up couple- or just created a family for any other reason but wasn’t out of sentiment)

Me when I realize my favorite ship that is actually canon has barely any content or fan-content:

I want to claim myself as CEO of this goddam ship if it blows up in the fandom after future canon info.

Bc bro I shipped them when there wasn’t a single edit of them and when there was like 1 or maybe even 0 fanfics of them on AO3. Bro there wasn’t even fanart of them.

Bro I have doodles of them, created AU’s involving them, I have made moodboards, stimboards, have made HCs of them, made fan desings and plan to make fanart of them.

I am so normal about them I swear-

#murder drones #murder drones yeva #yeva murder drones #md yeva #yeva md #murder drones theory #murder drones doll’s father #murder drones doll’s dad

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apod · 4 months

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2024 January 5

Trapezium: At the Heart of Orion Image Credit & Copyright: Fred Zimmer, Telescope Live

Explanation: Near the center of this sharp cosmic portrait, at the heart of the Orion Nebula, are four hot, massive stars known as the Trapezium. Gathered within a region about 1.5 light-years in radius, they dominate the core of the dense Orion Nebula Star Cluster. Ultraviolet ionizing radiation from the Trapezium stars, mostly from the brightest star Theta-1 Orionis C powers the complex star forming region's entire visible glow. About three million years old, the Orion Nebula Cluster was even more compact in its younger years and a dynamical study indicates that runaway stellar collisions at an earlier age may have formed a black hole with more than 100 times the mass of the Sun. The presence of a black hole within the cluster could explain the observed high velocities of the Trapezium stars. The Orion Nebula's distance of some 1,500 light-years would make it one of the closest known black holes to planet Earth.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap240105.html

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wonders-of-the-cosmos · 1 year

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Hubble Sees Possible Runaway Black Hole Creating a Trail of Stars

There's an invisible monster on the loose, barreling through intergalactic space so fast that if it were in our solar system, it could travel from Earth to the Moon in 14 minutes. This supermassive black hole, weighing as much as 20 million Suns, has left behind a never-before-seen 200,000-light-year-long "contrail" of newborn stars, twice the diameter of our Milky Way galaxy. It's likely the result of a rare, bizarre game of galactic billiards among three massive black holes.

The black hole lies at one end of the column, which stretches back to its parent galaxy. There is a remarkably bright knot of ionized oxygen at the outermost tip of the column. Researchers believe gas is probably being shocked and heated from the motion of the black hole hitting the gas, or it could be radiation from an accretion disk around the black hole. "Gas in front of it gets shocked because of this supersonic, very high-velocity impact of the black hole moving through the gas. How it works exactly is not really known," said van Dokkum.

This intergalactic skyrocket is likely the result of multiple collisions of supermassive black holes. Astronomers suspect the first two galaxies merged perhaps 50 million years ago. That brought together two supermassive black holes at their centers. They whirled around each other as a binary black hole.

Credit: NASA

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‼️OuterHorror Lore‼️

The origin of this parasite is from time long forgotten.

When the first human fell to this place, they were seemingly ill. Asriel wanted to help, from then on, they were inseparable. He would then promise to nurse the child back to health. Until, one night, they were feeling particularly feverish. Asriel heard hacking and struggle from across the pitch black room. He turned to grab a lantern. Used it to reveal a weak form on the floor, face a mess with a dark substance leaking from their mouth and tears streaking down their cheeks. Asriel wasted no time to comfort them. Unfortunately, what he hadn’t noticed, was a parasite about the size of a half dollar squeezing between the floorboards to hibernate once more, waiting for the best time to strike the population.

The morning after, the human was more lively, as they no longer seemed ill. However, you know how it goes with symbiotic parasites. The host cannot live very long without it.

Only Toriel had thought this behavior to be odd. Checking the human, nothing looked out of the ordinary. Asgore suggested she relax and celebrate with him and their two children.

A week has gone by, yet Toriel’s anxiety never reseted over this child. Every night she would check..and check….and…..on the final day, there was a change.

The child was dying.

Quick as a whip, she awoke Asgore with a cry and began to think of ways to save the human. Meanwhile, in his bedroom, Asriel had wondered why his mother had ever worried as his sibling rested soundly across from him in that same old bed.

Morning had come and the dining room was half silent. Toriel was at a loss and had not rested. Anyone could see it through the redness in her eyes. Asgore, now more solemn than ever, laid his head in his hands. The two children were at the end of the table playing all sorts of nonsense games with their meals. The King rises from his seat, dishes in hand, and watches the two as he trudges to the kitchen sink. He cannot understand how this could happen…he just..can’t. Something must be done.

The night had rolled around after a very long and comforting day of play for their youth. A watchful eye was kept on the human. With every hour that had passed, a tick to their health was taken, and a piece of the Queen’s heart had crackled. A plan was devised to quietly remove the child amidst the night, as by then they would have passed. Asgore and Toriel would traverse to the sky’s edge with the child in arms. Queen Toriel put Asriel and the human to bed fighting back the tears that threatened her. She waddled back to her bedroom after exchanging extended hugs and excessive ‘I Love You’s and sunk into her husbands arms knowing what was to come next.

Hours ached passed…the time has come to put the child to rest for good.

The two watched the dirt trickle into the hole and atop the pearly coffin. The name [ ] etched onto it with the symbol of Determination lain below it. The stars had sparkled along the coffin’s edge, almost as if it was a last goodbye.

It has been done. The child was not set as missing nor a runaway. News was broken and grief was stricken through the community. It’s quite amazing how easily one human had made the Overground so full of love and hope.

Even with that much love, they had unknowingly unleashed hell above Earth for the ones they loved so dearly.

A few years had gone by when Temmie Village first became quarantined. An infection had broken out amongst them with no known origin nor cure. The royal family was sought after for reassurance. Their team of scientists had been working for so long to study this phenomenon since then.

As it had turned out, to their dismay, the only cure is human soul power.

How unfortunate that their mercy had turned sour against them.

How unfair.

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Article by: GTHO bible

“It was love at first sight,” is how Gary Thompson remembers the night he saw his 1970 Falcon GTHO Phase Two for the first time.

“It was up on stands on the lot at John Gigante Motors on Parramatta Road in Croydon,” reminisces Gary today from his home in Mount Annan, New South Wales.

“My friend Paul Bianco and I were headed to the ‘brickies’ for some street racing action.

We had just driven by when the bright orange of the car caught my eye, and we immediately turned around to go drool over it,” remembers Gary. “They wanted around $4,200 for it. The salesman didn’t mind letting a 21 year old behind the wheel of such a powerful beast either!” After the road test, Gary talked turkey with the salesman clinching a deal that afternoon which included a then nine month old Electric Blue 351 XY Falcon 500. “They gave me $3,000 as a trade-in,” smiles Gary. This was fifty one years ago back in 1972, and the barely one-year old Falcon GTHO was just out of warranty and had just been traded-in by its first owner.

*** I’LL NEVER FORGET THE NIGHT THE FLYWHEEL EXPLODED THROUGH THE BONNET! ***

“I’d had the Phase Two for just ten days when my good mate Paul who was the test driver for Jack Brabham Ford where we both worked, lined me up to race his peppermint green Lotus twin-cam Mk1 Escort.” “We’d taken off in a symphony of noise, dust and wheel spin.I was revving the HO to 7,200rpm in 1st gear when I clutched to change to 2nd gear. We were flat out side by side on Newbridge Road at Moorebank, it was just before midnight.”“There was a loud bang! Then everything went pitch black.”“I had no headlights, and no dash lights. The electricals had been cut completely.” “Thunder struck, here I was doing 70 mile per hour trying to steer the big Falcon in complete darkness as I slammed on the brakes.My foot went straight to the floorboards and it took me a second to register that I was steering a runaway freight train!” tells Gary as he relives those harrowing frightening moments gripping the thin steering wheel with white knuckles whilst attempting to pull up a ton and a half of an out of control hunk of metal. If anybody had been watching this event unfold, they would have heard a loud explosion, and witnessed pieces of flywheel shrapnel explode through a bulging bonnet, and sparks coming from under the car where the rear of the engine block was tearing up the road. The gearbox bellhousing had also taken leave with the exploding flywheel, leaving Gary with a gearbox full of neutrals. “I was about a kilometre down the road before I came to a stop.”“Paul’s Escort had also suffered shrapnel wounds lodged from projectile bits of the flywheel embedded in his door panels.”“My ten day old car looked like it had been struck by lightning.”“It’s bonnet bulged upwards with a huge gaping hole where 20 ounces of flywheel had exited like an Apollo 11 rocket. The engine was now pointing skywards pressing against the underside of the bonnet.” A tow truck was quickly called from a nearby phone box, and the damaged Falcon GTHO taken to a local panel beater. “The next morning I was told it would be a write-off,” tells Gary, who then decided to have the car taken to another panel shop instead. “I’ll never forget the night the flywheel exploded,” says Gary. Two weeks later the Falcon was all repaired like new again. “The panel shop had offered me an XY GT style bonnet which came complete with air-scoop shaker assembly left over from a Falcon GT. The original XW grille was left on, but we added later model XY taillights.” Gary opted to remove the original black GT side stripes, “We did this for no other reason than to make it look different.” Mechanics at Jack Brabham Ford rebuilt the original motor with new bearings, and fitted a steel flywheel instead of the cast iron factory unit which had exploded into a million pieces. “They even had to repair the dowels at the back of the engine block which had broken off when the motor scraped along the road! The gearbox input shaft also needed to be replaced because it was bent like a banana. We ended up fitting after-market extractors as the original exhaust manifolds had been severely damaged. Before having the engine repaired, Gary who worked in spare parts at Jack Brabham Ford knew John Goss from McLeod Ford. “I had actually bought his ex-race car motor from his Phase Three GTHO for $300. I was going to rebuild it, but it was cheaper to repair my original engine. I sold this bare motor, less the Phase Three race camshaft which a mate fitted to his car, and broke even getting my money back on the whole deal. Originally registered with GT-187 number plates, the HO was re-registered with GT-388 after the repair. Gary kept his Falcon GTHO for a few years after this, and vividly remembers the first time he took it off the clock winding it past 140 miles per hour. “My wife and I were returning from my in-law’s house in Queanbeyan, and as we went through the township of Collector along the Federal Highway, a small Datsun 1600 was right on my backside along the windey bits.

“On the first open straight of road, I took the HO off the clock!”

“My nervous wife looked at the speedo and said ‘it’s on the H where it reads MPH (miles per hour)’.”“I took her word for it.”

“I wasn’t game to take my eyes off the road at that speed!” laughs Gary now.

Five decades would pass before Gary laid teary eyes on his old bright orange Falcon, which is now in the hands of Melbourne collector Joe Barca.

“I never thought I’d ever see my GTHO again,” says Gary in disbelief.

“I was thunder struck again, this time though by the condition it’s in now which is better than it was new!”

Chris Dent from Falcon GT Restorations in Sydney had completely restored this super-rare Ford for a previous owner to a Gold standard Concours condition, resulting in winning the Grand Champion

‘The Best Car of Show’ at the 2015 Falcon GT Nationals.

The current owner Joe tells,

“It had won every category in the show it was entered in.

It cleaned up every trophy! I had to have it.”

It was this moment that Joe knew he had to buy this outstanding GTHO should it ever come up for sale.

As chance would have it, not long after the Falcon came onto the market for sale by tender, and Joe was the successful bidder paying $500,000 for this very special one-of-a-kind car.

“It’s also my wife Debbie’s favourite colour,” states Joe with a wink, as he justifies this expensive purchase.

This said, the Phase Two isn’t Joe’s first rodeo as he’s owned many Falcon GTs and probably more GTHOs than anyone else on the planet.

Unbeknownst to Joe at the time, Gary Thompson the former owner was also the under-bidder who wanted to get his old car back.

Gary’s son Trent then arranged for his dad to see his old Falcon.

“As you can see Dad was very teary seeing it again,” says Trent.

“At least he got to sit behind the wheel again.”

It was at this time that Joe learnt more about this car’s history from Gary who shared his story and photos about the night the flywheel exploded.

This helped Joe to make sense of some minor existing battle scars in the transmission tunnel on the car.

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That's All! Have A Good Rest Of Your Day/Night. Take Care Of Yourselves!

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Disney Networks April 2024 Programming Highlights

Friday, April 5

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Pupstruction “Pup Princess/Trash Truck Pups” (1-21) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel/9:00-9:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior) “Pup Princess” – The Pups are worried the castle they built isn’t fit for a princess until they realize this princess actually loves to play.

“Trash Truck Pups” – The Pupstruction crew becomes trash collectors for the day. TV-Y

Original Series – Season Two Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior SuperKitties “Jumbo Rat/New Friend Fiasco” (2-01) (2:00-2:30 p.m. EDT on Disney Channel/9:30-10:00 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior) “Jumbo Rat” – Bitsy’s small size saves the day when a giant Lab Rat steals all the jelly in the city.

“New Friend Fiasco” – Cat Burglar devises a plan to take every sparkly collar in Kittydale. TV-Y

Original Series – Season Two Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Monsters at Work “A Monstrous Homecoming” (2-01) (8:00-8:30 p.m. EDT) It’s homecoming weekend at Monsters University, and Tylor Tuskmon is being celebrated as a former Scream King. TV-G

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Monsters at Work “The C.R.E.E.P. Show” (2-02) (8:30-9:00 p.m. EDT) The MIFTers join Mike and Sulley in representing Monsters, Inc., at the C.R.E.E.P. Show, an energy convection where they hope to promote laugh power to industry professionals. TV-G

Saturday, April 6 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Big City Greens “Internetted/Guiding Gregly” (4-06) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT) “Internetted” – Tilly goes down an internet rabbit hole to figure out what happened to her favorite ice cream treat.

“Guiding Gregly” – Cricket tries to teach Gregly how to make friends. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Hailey’s On It! “The Saw-shank Redemption/No More Mr. Rice Guy” (1-24) (11:00-11:30 a.m. EDT) “The Saw-shank Redemption” – Hailey and Scott get thrown into detention.

“No More Mr. Rice Guy” – After Hailey accidentally inspires her dad to go on strike, she struggles to make his famous fried rice for a school event. TV-Y7

Friday, April 12 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Mickey Mouse Funhouse “Saving Major Green!/Minnie Safari” (3-09) (10:30-11:00 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel/9:55-10:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior) “Saving Major Green!” – The gang helps save Funhouse Forest’s oldest tree on Arbor Day.

“Minnie Safari” – Minnie becomes frustrated when she can’t find the elusive Cat-O-Spots on a safari. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Marvel’s Spidey and his Amazing Friends “Picture Perfect Pandemonium/Catch That Panther Pod” (3-11) (1:30-2:00 p.m. EDT on Disney Channel/12:30-1:00 p.m. EDT on Disney Junior) “Picture Perfect Pandemonium” – Team Spidey must save the art show when Zola steals artwork from the museum.

“Catch That Panther Pod” – Spidey and Black Panther must catch runaway new tech lost in the city before Doc Ock finds it. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior SuperKitties “Dancing Piggy/Super Helpers” (2-02) (2:00-2:30 p.m. EDT on Disney Channel/9:30-9:55 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior) “Dancing Piggy” – The SuperKitties must rescue Wiggles, their new dancing robo-piggy, from Zsa-Zsa before the Kittydale dance party.

“Super Helpers” – Bitsy cheers on Pickles as he learns something new. TV-Y

Saturday, April 13 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Big City Greens “Family Tree/Unguarded” (4-07) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT) “Family Tree” – Bill just wants Tilly to come down from a tree.

“Unguarded” – When Remy tells Vasquez he no longer needs his protection, Vasquez speaks with a therapist. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Monsters at Work “Setting the Table” (2-03) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EDT) Tylor is invited to a fancy dinner with Johnny Worthington, but it’s on the same night — and at the same restaurant — as a party for Fritz! TV-G

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Monsters at Work “Opening Doors” (2-04) (10:30-11:00 a.m. EDT) Johnny takes Tylor on a tour of FearCo. When Tylor is late returning from his visit, Val must cover for him. TV-G

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Hailey’s On It! “When Squeeples Attack/Cool Intentions” (1-25) (11:00-11:30 a.m. EDT) “When Squeeples Attack” – Hailey causes an infestation of a wild, futuristic critter.

“Cool Intentions” – Hailey and Scott work at A.C.’s family shop while A.C. shoots a commercial. TV-Y7

Friday, April 19 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior SuperKitties “Museum Mayhem/Big Dig” (2-03) (2:00-2:30 p.m. EDT on Disney Channel/9:30-9:55 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior) “Museum Mayhem” – Lab Rat and Ginny learn what makes their art special.

“Big Dig” – Sparks learns to share his upset feelings. TV-Y

Saturday, April 20 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Big City Greens “Concrete Jungle/Starter Pack” (4-08) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT) “Concrete Jungle” – A nature documentary portrays Big City as a wild ecosystem.

“Starter Pack” – Avid collector Remy struggles to cope after Cricket finds the rarest of all trading cards. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Monsters at Work “It’s Coming From Inside the House” (2-05) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EDT) The Tuskmon family is having a stoop sale, but Tylor struggles to part with his childhood scaring memorabilia. TV-G

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Monsters at Work “Field of Screams” (2-06) (10:30-11:00 a.m. EDT) At the annual Monsters, Inc., vs. FearCo softball game, Val tries to tell Tylor about a job offer from Mike and Sulley. TV-G

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Hailey’s On It! “Out of Body Experience/Get Wale Soon” (1-26) (11:00-11:30 a.m. EDT) “When Squeeples Attack” – A hypnotized Scott inadvertently provokes Rowdy Ronnie, who forces Scott to wrestle him.

“Cool Intentions” – Hailey’s attempts to save a whale are interrupted by her talkative next-door neighbors. TV-Y7

Friday, April 26 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Mickey Mouse Funhouse “Fun-A-Palooza!/Missing Buttons and Bows!” (3-07) (10:30-11:00 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel/9:55-10:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior) “Fun-A-Palooza!” – Minnie is worried her xylophone skills aren’t good enough to play at the Fun-A-Palooza concert.

“Missing Buttons and Bows!” – When Minnie’s items go missing, she thinks her friends are taking them. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Marvel’s Spidey and his Amazing Friends “Iron Zola/Aunt May’s Birthday Blowout” (3-12) (1:30-2:00 p.m. EDT on Disney Channel/12:30-1:00 p.m. EDT on Disney Junior) “Iron Zola” – Team Spidey helps the city when Zola becomes a superhero like Iron Man.

“Aunt May’s Birthday Blowout” – Aunt May’s birthday balloon ride strands her, Spidey and Gobby on an island. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior SuperKitties “Copy Hats/Telescope Trouble” (2-04) (2:00-2:30 p.m. EDT on Disney Channel/9:30-9:55 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior) “Copy Hats” – The SuperKitties stop Cat Burglar from stealing the trendy new hats in Kittydale.

“Telescope Trouble” – Buddy doesn’t give up on learning how to use a telescope. TV-Y

Saturday, April 27 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Big City Greens “Dollar Sense/True Cawing” (4-09) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT) “Dollar Sense” – To prove to his parents that he is money-wise, Remy starts his own business.

“True Cawing” – Feeling neglected by his family, Bill befriends a murder of crows. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Monsters at Work “Monsters in the Dark” (2-07) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EDT) Mike and Sulley lead a morale-boosting company retreat in the spooky sub-basement of Monsters, Inc. TV-G

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Monsters at Work “Lights! Camera! Chaos!” (2-08) (10:30-11:00 a.m. EDT) When news anchors Jack and Jill visit Monsters, Inc., for an interview, Mike and Sulley hope to show off laugh power to all of Monstropolis. TV-G

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Hailey’s On It! “How Kristine Goat Her Groove Back/Oceanside’s 11” (1-27) (11:00-11:30 a.m. EDT) “How Kristine Goat Her Groove Back” – Kristine and Hailey go to a local spa where Kristine has a goat-induced revelation.

“Oceanside’s 11” – Hailey hides proof of her crush on Scott in a book that the school gossip manages to find. TV-Y7

#Big City Greens #BCG #Monsters at Work #Monsters Inc #Monsters Inc The Series #Hailey's On It!#Hailey's On It #Haileys On It #Haileys On It!#Spidey And His Amazing Friends #Spiderman #Mickey Mouse Funhouse #SuperKitties #Pupstruction #Disney Channel #Disney Junior #Disney Jr

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Freaks

Oneshot - Where your life changed when you met him Akutagawa x reader Requests are open. Honestly, I wrote this for fun, I am just dumping oneshots :3

"Don't kill me" that was the first thing you had told him. He was a runaway boy, who showed up blooded and beaten up at your lawn, still ready to fight despite the fact he would fall if you touched him.

You might have helped him heal back to health by stealing food from your own house, something you couldn't very call your own. You were sent to live with your relatives, the only people who were alive in your bloodline those people who never cared about your existence and had made living almost seem insignificant.

The boy you met, never told you his name, and yet you helped him.

"Just help me run away from everyone" You said, as you saw the boy turning his back to you, to the journey he never completed.

"And why would I help someone who I barely know?" He replied harshly, ready to move on before you held him back, holding his thin and fragile hands, "I need a place to stay" you whispered, as you didn't once look back and dragged him along, with a bag in your hand.

"I don't need your help" Was the first thing he said as you both joined Port Mafia under a man named Dazai Osamu, which later you learned was the mentor of your only friend, Akutagawa

You were under the wing of another Port mafia member, named Chuuya Nakahara, who was well, a way better mentor then Dazai.

"Y/N L/N what was the reason of joining port mafia?" The person beside you asked, his name was Oda Sakunosuke, a member of the port mafia with a kill count of 0, and a person Dazai respected.

"Where I can cover up my face" You replied with almost with a sighed, as your mind flashbacked to all memories you tried to depress.

"Don't cry" Akutagawa told, as you both were on a mission to demolish a gang who had interfaced with the work of Mafia. You were injured badly, and it hurt a lot. Your ability was not as matched as Akutagawa's.

I am just a freak!

Akutagawa had helped you in the past, you were forever in debt with him, your life, soul and body to protect him and only him.

And as if almost, through his emotionless and ruthless behavior, you felt an emotion... and it was

Love.

"My head is filled with parasites" You told Akutagawa, as you both sat down while you explained him your ability.

"Black holes cover up my eyes" You told, "And then everything just vanishes from the sight, I am blinded using it" You sighed.

He only nodded his head in your answer as he stood up to walk away. Slowly, you walked up to him, and engulfed in a hug, something you only did when you felt low.

He felt uneasy, because it was not everyday someone gave him affection. It was not like he deserved. Emotions were a waste of time and energy, something he dropped a long ago. But you, you made him revive emotions, and it was the emotions that made him regret sometimes, but he was nothing but a dog to the mafia, a killing machine designed perfectly by the man he hated the most.

"I dream of you almost every night" You wishpered, hoping he didnt hear your dreams, as you clinged onto him close, the distance between you being nothing but a mere contact of two bodies.

"Hopefully, I won't wake up this time" you said, this time louder, as your head rested on him, your hands around his body as you hugged him tight.

"I won't wake up this time!"

Akutagawa knew times were hard on you, and for the first time in very while he returned the hug. the phase was something he got to mean a lot ago, and it was the only thing that you would communicate with him.

"I won't wake up this time!" He replied back this time, almost a little softly, hugging you back.

'I won't wake up this time!' you said to yourself as you and Akutagawa hugged in middle of nowhere, just two runaway kids, in each other's arms and you wished you could stay like that forever.

I don't know guys enjoy ig

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livingforstars · 5 months

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At the core of M15 - November 20th, 1995.

"Densely packed stars in the core of the globular cluster M15 are shown in this Hubble Space Telescope (HST) image taken in April of 1994. The stars revealed are contained in an area 1.6 light years across and their colours roughly indicate their temperatures - hot stars appear blue, cooler stars look reddish-orange. M15 has long been recognised as one of the densest cluster of stars in our galaxy outside of the galactic center itself. Even the unprecedented resolving power of the HST cameras could not separate the individual stars in its innermost regions. However, this HST image reveals that the density of stars continues to rise toward the cluster's core, suggesting that a sudden, runaway collapse due to the gravitational attraction of many closely packed stars or a single central massive object, perhaps a black hole, could account for the core's extreme density."

#nasa #space #cosmos #universe #astronomy #astrophysics #astrophotography #m15 #stars #globular cluster

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sirius black 🫢🫢

𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸

smells like teen spirit, nirvana. killer queen, queen. cherry bomb, the runaways. bohemian rhapsody, queen. black hole sun, soundgarden. psycho killer, talking heads. just, radiohead.

sirius black has a childish soul. he’s loud and fun and adorably chipper. you remind him every day of just how much you’re enamoured by him; he’s enrapturing, his personality addictive.

everyone you meet is entranced by him. can’t tear their eyes away, truly. he’s just that kind of person. and it’s your good fortune that you’re his favourite of the bunch.

“sirius,” you chide, the smile cracking your face in two underpinning what’s supposed to be a stern expression. “what have i told you about pranking the third years?”

“‘don’t fucking do it’ i believe was your terminology, buttercup,” he charismatically quips back, a slender arm pulling you in for a bone crushing hug.

“you’re lucky i love you, you know that?” his lips press to your forehead in a moment of blinding affection. you flush right down to your toes. your face goes warm.

“i am very lucky. now give me a kiss.” you giddily oblige, leaning up and sealing your lips to his. he hums. “i’m sorry, sweetheart. i’ll be good, promise. try and be better behaved just for you.”

“‘s okay, siri,” you grin. “just don’t want you to get in too much trouble. i can’t spend time with you if you’re in detention constantly.”

“what would i do without my girl to take care of me, hm? keeping me on the straight and narrow.”

“you’d get yourself killed, is what. bloody liability you are.”

#moodboard #sirius black moodboard #sirius black drabble #sirius black blurb #sirius black fic #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius x you #sirius x y/n #sirius x reader #sirius black #sirius black x fem!reader

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Hello! Congrats again on the big 1k! May I request #14 kissing to try it out + Gilbert in your Wild West AU, with a side of enemies to lovers? Or if you just wanna photoshop Gilbert's head onto a scantily-clad cowboy, that's cool too. Totes up to you! Thank you and happy writing! Yeehaw 🌵🤠🖤

A/N: Here you go @atelier-the-atelier 💜 I love that you love AUs as much as I do and I hope I did our boy proud in his first role as a cowboy 😉

A contribution to @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady's Different Universe Same Love CCC; an entry for my 1k First Kiss Celebration with the kiss prompt: "Let's try it out"

Warning: Spoiler for Gilbert's route ⚠️

Gilbert x female Reader

WC: 2.8 k

It’s a long way from town to get to the hot springs on the very edge of Rhodolite County, but every aching muscle in your body is telling you it’ll be worth it. You would ride as far as Benitoite if it meant you could have some peace and quiet and time to recover from today.

Sheriff Michel had been pleased with you. Single-handedly stopping a stagecoach robbery by a band of Obsidian ruffians is no small feat. Add to that the fact that you’re a woman and half a head shorter than these varmints? Hot damn. When you had shown up with the three men tied together, several with missing teeth and black eyes and one with a bullet hole in his shoulder, the sheriff’s lips had lifted in a cool smile before he nodded for them to be taken away to the county jail.

“This is why you’re Chief Deputy,” he said, offering you a satisfied nod. “Now go and take the rest of the day to recover.” It was an order, loud and clear.

And the best place to recover from an ordeal like tussling with bandits is the hot springs. You can see them now up ahead. Nestled into the narrow gap of a rocky ravine are several small pools of dark water, each one right next to the other. Above you the sky is a bright and brilliant blue, the sun shining high enough that you know you have plenty of time until nightfall.

You slide off your horse with a grunt, then turn to pat his neck affectionately. “Go on now, Luke. Find yourself some grub.” He snorts, shaking his mane of red hair, and then wanders towards the side of the ravine where taller, darker grass is growing freely. You never worry about him coming back. He’s one of the most loyal creatures you have ever known.

Soon your clothes are folded, resting on top of a smooth, flat stone, warmed by the sun. Your worn boots, with their scuff marks like battle scars, rest on the ground beside it. You consider moving your holster and gun to a patch of ground right behind you but decide to lay it across your boots so it won’t get wet. Your hat is the last thing you remove, tossing it with casual ease so that it lands on top of your clothing, perched there like it was on display.

You pause a second, stretching your arms up towards the endless blue of the sky, enjoying the feel of the wind as it ribbons itself around your bare body. If someone asked you what freedom feels like, it would be this. Just you and the world and nothing in between.

Carefully you step towards the edge of the dark blue water and then lower yourself in, inch by inch. The heat engulfs you and you sink down until only your head and shoulders are uncovered.

Good lord, if this ain’t heaven.

The warmth kneads its way across your sore muscles, untying knots and soothing aches. Your eyes fall closed and you allow your head to tip back, your throat exposed and vulnerable but you don’t care. You don’t need to worry about protecting yourself 'cause there isn’t anyone here but you and the water and a whole lot of nothing for miles.

“Now this is a sight.”

Like a bullet through muslin his voice tears through your peaceful relaxation.

Several thoughts, wild as runaway trains, collide in your mind at the same time: No! Why? Go away! Fuck!

Forcing yourself to remain calmer than you feel, you open your eyes.

In front of you stands The Trampling Beast himself, the outlaw Gilbert von Obsidian, leader of the Obsidian gang and a wanted man from here to the Acroite territories. The gold accents on his signature black leather boots and belt buckle gleam in the sunlight. His leather-gloved hands rest casually on narrow hips, but the deadly LeMat revolver at his side is just inches away. He tips his beautiful onyx Diamond cowboy hat in greeting, smiling at you with his perfect, white teeth. He reminds you of the drawings you’ve seen of tigers in those science periodicals the schoolhouse gets delivered.

Beautiful and dangerous as hell.

“Goddamn it, what are you doin’ here, Gilbert?”

Your voice is steady and you’re deeply grateful for the water’s opaqueness. You’re also deeply aware of how vulnerable you are, naked and trapped in the water while he’s standing there in all his black and gold glory.

He watches you with his brilliant eye, red as sundown. A black leather eyepatch covers the mystery of his left eye. All kinds of rumors live around that eyepatch: the outcome of a deadly knife fight, a childhood accident, a science experiment gone wrong in his country of birth. Part of you wonders if it isn't just a ruse, a scare tactic to intimidate his enemies. Maybe there's nothing at all under that eyepatch but a second, perfectly healthy crimson eye.

His smile never falters as he shrugs, the motion far too performative for your liking.

“The same thing you are, I imagine. Looking for a place to recover from an arduous afternoon.” He catches your gaze and holds it. His eye gleams. The tiger has you in his sights. “You see, three of my men were accosted today. And then brought to jail.” He shakes his head. “Freeing them was……strenuous.”

Anger snakes its way around your spine. “God DAMN IT!” You slap the surface of the pool in frustration, water splashing up harmlessly. When you finally meet his gaze, his smile is still in place and absolutely infuriating. “Did anyone get hurt?”

He raises a hand to his heart, pretending to look wounded. “What kind of man do you take me for, Deputy?”

Your voice quakes with fury, glows with an anger hot as a blacksmith's forge. “A varmint. A dirty, no-good, black-hearted-”

“I see.” Something crosses his face, a fleeting moment where his smile falters and it surprises you enough to quell some of your outrage. Have you made a dent in that armor of his?

“Let’s talk. I believe if I explain some of the situation, we may be able to come to an agreement. Save us both the burden of our rivalry.”

You raise your hand to your forehead, squinting at him. Even the sun seems to be in love, lovingly outlining his body in gleaming gold. But…..if he wants to negotiate, it needs to be on a level playing field and not one where you are vulnerable in the water and he’s fully dressed and armed.

“Fine.” You jerk your head towards the hot spring next to yours. “Get in and we’ll talk.”

You’ve surprised him. He glances from you to the pool and the expression on his face sends a thrill of satisfaction through you. It’s not often Gilbert von Obsidian is thrown for a loop like this. It takes him a moment before he comes to a decision.

“As you wish.”

He reaches up, removing his hat and places it carefully on the smooth, flat rock next to yours. His hair is dark, like the sky at early night and looks shockingly soft. Next he removes his black leather gloves, slowly, finger by finger. Have you ever seen him ungloved before? Somehow it feels almost indecent, the sight of his strong hands and bare fingers. Next comes his holster and gun which you note he places as far away from the spring as yours are. He’s playing fair. He bends down, moving his boots and socks and again, the sight of his bare feet shakes something loose inside of you, some part of you that you wish would stop reeling and be still again. Those naked fingers unbutton his black and gold shirt, revealing skin as pale as cream and when he removes it, your breath hitches. He’s long and lean, the lines of muscle cutting through him as if made by an artist’s brush stroke. You don’t realize you’re staring until he grins slowly.

“Like what you see?”

God damn it. This man is the enemy.

With an agitated exhale you turn in the water, facing away from him. What you don’t realize is that now he can look without restraint, his gaze running freely over the slope of your shoulders, the curve of your neck. Water beads and slides down your skin and some primitive part of him wants to catch them with his tongue, sink his teeth into the delectable place where neck and shoulder meet.

With a start, he realizes where his thoughts are going and why he very quickly better reign them in. He strips off the rest of his clothing and lowers himself into the neighboring pool of warm water, sending the same prayer of gratitude for its dark opaqueness as you did earlier.

“You may turn around, Deputy.”

You turn around slowly, one hand still close enough to cover your eyes. But he is in the water up to his chest, resting his forearms on the rocky shelf between your two pools.

Oh for fucks sake.

He looks so…..

So…….

Your heart is racing and the heat that rushes through you has nothing to do with the springs.

My God. He looks so…..

You build a dam to stop those thoughts from forming. A dam of anger, outrage, cold hard logic. This man is dangerous. He is your enemy.

“Well then spit it out, Gil. What did you wanna tell me?” Best to get this done as quickly as possible.

He leans forward, resting his chin on his forearms in a move that is endearingly child-like. He’s left his eyepatch on but his one eye is focused on you intently.

“Did you ever stop and notice who my people have been…..relieving of their goods?”

You arch a brow. “Innocent victims.”

He frowns slightly and you can see he is disappointed in your flippant answer. Even more surprising is how much that bothers you. You clear your throat and try again.

“Your gang stole from a merchant family from Jade County, a visiting Tanzanite noble and the mayor of Rhodolite, all within the last three months.”

He nods slowly. “Yes. And what do they all have in common?”

You scoff. “They’re all rich.”

He makes a gesture with his hand for you to continue.

“They’re…..very rich.”

“Go on.”

While considering you absently reach up to adjust the pins in your hair. His gaze darts to the curve of your arm, the water running in enviable rivulets down it, the way your shoulder hikes up and exposes the elegant line of your collarbone and a few tantalizing inches of skin below that. He licks his lips. The tiger lowers itself inthe tall grass, haunches tensed.

“So wealthy….,” you murmur, “that they can afford the loss.” Something clicks into place as you look him in the eye. Obsidian is a poor county, home to a lot of desert and rocky hills. Hot days and freezing nights. The people who live there have a reputation for being a hard folk. You hear someone from Obsidian is around, you tend to give them a wide berth. It’s a tough place to live, often populated by people who have nowhere else to go. It’s a wonder they manage at all, if it weren’t for……

He sees you have connected dots and realized that what he has been doing isn’t for him, but for the poor people of his county. The ones who took in an abandoned foreigner after his parents died and made him one of their own.

“You’re using the stolen goods to help the people,” you say out loud, searching his face for the confirmation you know will come.

“Good girl.”

Those words, almost a purr, nearly send you to the bottom of the springs but you manage to grip the rocky ledge between you and remain upright. You mirror his body language, resting your forearms on the same ledge. There are mere centimeters between his arms and yours. Your faces are closer than they have ever been but you need this, you need to look him in the eye and see if he is sincere. Has he really been playing Robin Hood this whole time? And if yes, does that make his actions any more excusable?

He sees the questions in your eyes, the way you are scrutinizing him. He’s told you the truth but he can see you need something more. A gesture of trust. It comes to him after a second. He reaches up and slowly removes his eyepatch, resting it on the ledge you’re both leaning on.

Your lips part but no sound comes out. What you see under the eyepatch isn’t scarred skin or a milky eye or even another crimson one. What you see under the eyepatch is an eye that echoes the sky in summer, the bluebonnets of the prairie, the bright feathers of the bluejay.

You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until it starts to ache and you’re forced to inhale.

“Why….why do you hide it?” You tilt your head, slowly adjusting to the sight of his mismatched eyes, both arresting, both magnetic.

“A lot of locals feel if you look like me….it’s a sign of being cursed. And minds steeped in superstition walk more easily down paths of violence.”

You nod slowly. It wasn’t too big a stretch of the imagination to see someone who looks different being blamed for a drought. Or a wave of illness. You’ve heard stories of people run out of towns for it. Sometimes even worse.

You hold his gaze, letting this new idea of Gilbert von Obsidian settle over you. It coats your previous conception of him as a ne'er-do-well criminal, remolds him into something….if not exactly noble, something certainly more…understandable.

You take a moment before speaking.

“Alright. I’ll make a deal with you. When you…..liberate….the very wealthy of their goods and it happens to be around the border between Rhodolite and Obsidian, I’ll turn a blind eye. But if you attack anyone, wealthy or not, clearly within the boundaries of Rhodolite County, you’ll be pursued.”

He considers this. There is a major stagecoach hub in Rosewater, the Rhodolite town right on the border to Obsidian. It also happens to be a busy train station where the wealthy often switch to stagecoach when traveling to the capital city. What you are offering him is, in fact, quite a gift.

He smiles slowly, truthfully, devastatingly beautifully and you stifle the urge to gasp, stung by twin emotions of dismay and excitement.

“I’ll take that deal,” he says. You clear your throat, lifting a hand. A handshake to seal the deal and then you would have the entire ride back to the sheriff’s office to figure out how to explain this all to Chevalier.

Gilbert looks at your hand, then looks you in the eye and his smile sharpens. “Oh there are better ways to finalize a deal.” His gaze drops to your lips. “Let’s seal it with a kiss.”

What the hell did he just say?

“I……that’s…..what…..”

He tilts his head and it is so roguishly charming you could scream.

“Why not try it? Hmm? Or am I really so repulsive?”

Oh no, no you’re not and that is the problem, you think as you stare back into those eyes, those beautiful crimson and azure depths that seem to actually twinkle in the sunlight as they regard you.

But you can’t show weakness, right? It would reflect poorly on the sheriff’s department. At least that's what you're telling yourself.

“Fine,” you mutter, ignoring the wild fluttering of your pulse. “Let’s just get it over with.”

Now he laughs and good God almighty it is nothing like the harsh, sharp-edged laughter you’ve heard from him before. This is soft, almost breathy, dreamy with anticipation as he leans forward, forearms pressed against the slick rocky ledge and presses his lips to yours.

Gilbert von Obsidian tastes like the coolest mountain spring, right before winter hits. Cool and clean, crisp and exhilarating. Never would you have imagined his lips would mold so perfectly to yours, that they would be so soft, so sweet. He's the first drop of cold wine, the first splinter of chocolate, the first spoonful of iced cream.

The water sloshes as he reaches for you, leaning further across the rocky shelf that separates your bodies. His hand slides over your bare shoulder, up the curve of your neck and lingers there as his mouth learns everything there is to know about yours: shape, taste, texture.

And then, with his hand on your neck, your fingers gripping the rock for dear life, you part your lips in invitation.

He accepts without hesitation and my God did that sound come from your throat?

Your low, soft whimper sparks something in him and your whine is answered with a growl. The tiger is ready, springing from its hiding place, scaling the rocky shelf and plunging into the water beside you.

You welcome him with arms as wide as the western sky.

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