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onsomenewsht · 4 months

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All these people think love’s for show / but I would die for you in secret

About when she’s got a smile and you got impatient

》 Leah Williamson × Reader 》 words count: 1.7 k 》 soft launch [verb, specialized]: to make a product, service, or business available or open for the first time, but only to a limited number of people at first

Being in a private relationship when you’re a public figure is even funnier than it sounds. And it sounds pretty funny as it is.

“You’re overthinking it”, Leah says, even if she knows better than to tease who’s literally feeding her.

You don’t bite back but keeping the plate slightly out of reach is a clear enough answer.

She smiles.

Oh, the way she lights up your day when she smiles at you.

You and Leah aren’t much for sharing your lifes on social media.

She’s been pretty much traumatized by the immense and not-really-that-unexpected attention after leading her national team to an historic tournament win. You’ve been scolded enough times by your agent to take your online enthusiasm down a notch.

So, your relationship flowered from two friendly teammates - who happened to share a room after a worth to be celebrated win - to an overly in love couple - who barely manage to store that many jackets in a four door closet.

You both understand the importance of some privacy to grow a love so beautiful yet so fragile, also not really caring about the outside world’ hot takes.

But one year of unplanned dates, dances around the kitchen waiting for delivery and shared stories in the middle of the night are a lot to keep just between the two of you.

Your teammates are way over your not-so-discreet looks during practice and your constant touch, the skipper never been one to shy away from a teasing kiss or wandering hands and you never back down an opportunity to make your friends regret every single life choose ‘til that very moment.

“We’re having a good time, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are”, Leah raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

Oh, the way she lights up your mood when she challenges you.

“Such a cute moment to share with our loved ones, isnt?”

Leah looks around, the pasta dish shared in your kitchen island definitely counts as a cute moment for her. Sure, the fact you both are just in oversized t-shirts adding points to her case. Or yours, she’s not sure yet what point you’re trying to make.

“You want to share this?”, she gestures at the scene with a smirk, “We eating undercooked pasta in our underwear at unholy hour?”

“Yes, I want to share us having a wonderful time and perfectly cooked pasta”

Her blonde head tilts studying you, thinking it’s more about the fact you’re looking at her like she’s the reason why the sun rises every morning.

You’re feeding her, Leah’s own hands way too busy caressing her girlfriend’s outstretched legs to bother with food. And you can see her nipples through the overworn t-shirt of yours she’s on.

It's definitely about the nipples.

“What if I die tomorrow and no one knows I managed to win you over?”

“That's a way too dramatic turn, even for you”, but then she cracks up and you sure will die happy if this is how you meet your maker.

Oh, the way she lights up your home when she laughs at something you said just for the sake of making her happy.

“What? Life is unpredictable and McCabe is getting more aggressive with the age, I don’t know how much long I still have”

“And your main concern is the world knowing you won me over?”

"Of course not, my sunshine", you reach toward her, brushing your lips so close to hers she can already taste the wine you paired with the pasta. “My main concern is not being able to survive a tackle by Katie, even dead I have a reputation to keep and it’s your duty to defend my honor ‘til your own grave”

It is Leah who is closing the distance now, and even if you wanted to keep the jokes coming - still making sure she does make up a great story about your noble sacrifice if needed - Earth stops running around the sun when she kisses you.

You’re whipped and she’s honored, truly grateful for the opportunity to learn all your ways to show her and the people you care about how much love one can gift the world with.

“I love you”

“Why are you looking at me like that, Williamson?”

“I love you”

“Now you’re scaring me, are you the one dying?”

She knows you, she knows humor is your way to deal with comfortable and uncomfortable situations alike. She knows you’re always up for a good laugh, but she also knows you never say things just for the sake of a joke. Your words are always meaningful, your retorts always smart enough to look effortless.

“You wanna make some big announcement?”, Leah asks with a smile that’s held back by the seriousness behind the question.

“No, but I don’t want to hide us”

“We don’t hide”

“We don’t keep a secret, but sometimes we do hide”

It takes her a moment, but she gets what you’re saying. Your relationship is not hidden per se, not a secret and never denied.

But sometimes the two of you have to delay your greeting and wait for more private settings, or think twice before posting anything on your social media accounts. Sometimes she needs to withhold the instinct to rush to you and be the first to celebrate you for an incredible and game changing goal. Sometimes you need to hold back yourself, walking a step behind with your head down just to refrain from taking her hand in yours.

Usually, you two don’t even realize you're actively hiding the deep love no speculative-but-surprisingly-high-quality video edit can really capture. It happens regardless and it’s starting to make you feel dejected, Leah notices.

“Then we don’t”

You look up, stopping playing around with the now cold pasta. Your girlfriend’s hands are still on your legs, her soft touch never hesitant or refrained despite the tricky topic.

“What are you saying?”

“You know what I’m saying”

Your lover lights up again, the world lights up again.

She’s smiling a lot tonight, she thinks. She’s also perfectly aware of the permanent grin on her face whenever you’re around. She’s whipped too after all.

You wait for her to elaborate, so she does.

“I’m saying we do whatever we want whenever we want, and we share what we feel like sharing about our lives together”

“Whatever we want?”

Leah is pretty sure you have some very specific images in mind, you’re always taking photos of everything and everyone. Needless to say, your girlfriend is by far your favorite subject to capture.

Pictures of her sleeping with face masks on, or her frown while she’s playing board games and not necessarily winning, or when she’s trying outfit after outfit to make sure she’s dressed up for the occasion. Pictures of her taken during intimate moments, not necessarily suggestive but definitely meaningful given the nature of your relationship and the level of trust in each other.

She’s confident you have several photo albums of her in your phone.

You do.

That’s why when you reach for the long forgotten device, putting on a show of taking as many candids as you can, Leah happily plays along. Your shenanigans get a more creative direction, let's say, and some of the photos are taken just for the two of you to admire.

“We can soft launch”, she insists hours later, archives improved and clothes forgotten.

You’re lying on your back with her head placed comfortably on your thigh, sheet all over the bed. She can see your pensive gaze, despite you being at ease.

“Who educated you on such slang?”

“Beth but that’s not the point”

“It clearly is, she did the soft launch thing all wrong”

The hand you have between her blonde locks stops its ministration when Leah bursts out laughing like you just said the funniest thing possible.

“Let’s show them how it’s done!”

The next couple of days you both shared a bit more on your social media pages, nothing too revealing but enough to give your agent anxiety.

She posted a few photos on her stories, like a restaurant set up that’s most definitely a date and you from behind preparing tea in her kitchen in the middle of the night. Surprisingly you take a more subtle approach, posting teasing pictures but nothing really telling, even if Leah’s in most of them.

It lasts three days, by the end of which you’re even more pissed than before.

“I genuinely can’t believe it! You’re shoving her during practice and you two are basically married, but you post my hand on your thigh and I’m a really supportive friend”

The team’s admin posted some training shots in the morning and the vast majority of the comments are about the cute interaction between your girlfriend and Lia, the two always messing around a bit.

You’re mostly joking but the English capitan is aware that the constant rumors and the oversexualised comments she often receives upset you. Not sparked by jealousy, rather by the lack of respect towards her and her personal life.

“Relax, my love, they comment about us too”

She’s holding you from behind, her hands on your sides and her freshly washed hair leaving wet spots on your shirt. She lays her chin on your shoulder, trying not to giggle too much at some unhinged comments she can read under the posts you are scrolling.

“The way she looks at Leah: same”, you read out loud, faking annoyance. “Oh, that’s enough!”

You must have spotted something that snapped your sudden reaction.

Your lovely girlfriend stays unfazed in her position as you determinately search for a particular photo, type a caption, then stop to silently wait for her approval.

Leah barely nods, but you feel her smile and then her lips on your skin when you post it.

A picture of the two of you looking at each other with heart shaped eyes, dressed up to the nines since it was a snippet of a date on your summer vacation.

Her black attire was to die for and you sure died in some way. The blonde remembers in vivid details your care and attention, slipping it under her with such reverence later that same night.

She shivers, comments already popping in.

“You'd have tagged me”

“They know who you are”, your grin getting bigger by the seconds as you lock your phone and toss it away muted.

You turn around in her arms, and even if you know Leah’s most definitely sporting one of her best smiles, when you look at her it’s life changing.

Oh, the way she lights up your entire existence when her love for you it’s clear on her face.

You pick her up by her thighs, holding her as close as your bodies physically allow.

"Impatient", she teases.

“I’m gonna show you impatience”.

fine.

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #lw6 #here we go again #i dont even remember the last time a set and wrote just for the sake of writing #all typos and errors are mine look away #english clearly isnt my first language #be kind #its my first time here #my wo(rd)so

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headspace-hotel · 2 years

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Oh, God, it's so important to learn to NOTICE though. When I first started learning about plants I realized that the real world—the REAL real world, and that's what I'm getting at here really, the natural world is so much more REAL, because human made environments are like...very dim, simplified simulations—is boggling to the mind in its sheer level of detail.

It feels like there's so much happening on the screen when you look at the internet, so much visual chaos in the form of ads and sidebars and videos that play automatically, but, God, just look at some dirt. Look at a regular patch of grass and weeds and look at how much there is going on.

How many species of plant are in a weedy, overgrown lawn? Whatever number you guess, it's too low, because you haven't learned to see. You can only see big and obvious shapes and colors. But I realized I was trapped in this...almost toddler-like simplification in my perception, and I realized that the more I cracked my brain open trying to identify plants and trees, the more I could zoom in on the parts of nature that had once seemed like the finest level of detail and see higher and more intricate tiers of complexity.

To almost everyone, grass looks like just grass. Do you know how many kinds of grass there are? Do you know how many I've found in my own yard? There are at least 15 different grass and sedge species in our yard. And I have no idea how they all looked like just grass to me before. There are dozens and dozens of species of plants and wildflowers in our "lawn."

And there are trees! Tiny saplings, the children of great and mighty trees, constantly sprouting in lawns and roadsides and ditches, unable to know that they are destined to be unnoticed and cursorily mowed down.

Today I saw a tiny oak tree, maybe six inches tall, poking from the grass in a green, well-maintained lawn, and I felt so much grief, because that little tree is never going to grow up to be a towering giant, because—why? Because of the kind of world ours is. Not because we don't want to live in a world of towering trees, but because we've genuinely and through no malice or transgression of our own become unable to see and recognize those trees as tiny seedlings. Every patch of grass is the same as every other patch of grass to us.

And, because of the kind of world ours is, it doesn't really occur to us that there would be trees in our back yards if we looked. Trees? For free? Nothing in this world is free. Trees are forty-two dollars apiece, at the garden center at Lowe's. Trees are an asset to highlight when you are selling your house. 1.2 acres, fruit trees on property! 1.4 acres, mature trees!

Anything that begins to grow in your lawn unprompted, without your permission, is a "weed," automatically in our minds, because...it doesn't make sense. Beautiful flowers and sweet, edible fruits happen because of hard work, fertilizer, landscape fabric, weeding, watering, soil testing kits, hundreds spent on potted perennials. We all know that. Nothing generous or beautiful ever just happens to us, so every little stranger that germinates in our lawns is a "weed," threatening to take away what little we do have.

And yet. And yet blackberries are ripening in the shaded thicket out behind my house. And yet wild chicory and dandelions are blooming in the tall grass to the brush pile. I show my family a picture of what the purple passion flowers will look like when they bloom, and it's like it's hard for them to believe—that's native to here? they just grow wild?

They do. They do. And so do majestic oak and sycamore trees, elm and tulip poplar. The seeds of trees that may outlive us by hundreds of years have germinated in our lawns and sidewalks and drainage ditches. This place was a forest once, and in all its little edges and corners it is always starting to become a forest again.

I think we HAVE to see this. I think every single person needs to break their brain with 25 hours of trying to identify plants using Wikipedia, Google, and pure confusing-sedge-induced rage until they get their third eye blown wide the fuck open.

People need to see this happening with their own eyes, the Happening that is always happening in nature, the activity and life always flourishing and living in every square millimeter of every yard and walkway and roadside, how absolutely absolutely bursting with species even a crack in the pavement on the side of the road is, how mind-numbingly simplified and static our concept of the natural world around us is next to the real thing.

There are so many kinds of lightning bugs. Did y'all know that? I'm seeing them now. There are many different species, with different colors and markings, and I'm noticing them chilling in the foliage around me in the daytime. I'm listening to the songs of birds and learning to recognize them, and there are so many more birds around me than I really realized.

I heard the call of a bird today that I did not recognize. Why didn't it register in my mind before that birdsongs I couldn't recognize were gaps in my knowledge?

Why doesn't it feel essential, immediate and necessary to seek knowledge about the other living things in our immediate surroundings? To at least know their names?

If I don't know my neighbor's name after living next to them for ten years, I haven't done anything to be their neighbor; they're just a stranger that lives near me. Are the trees and birds around me not my neighbors too? People will look up the name of an actor they've recognized before in a show, the name of a song they heard. Why are grasses and trees so far outside of what immediately seems relevant to us? What has our world done to our curiosity? To our sense of belonging in a world that is fundamentally interconnected and generous and alive?

Out there, on a pristine green lawn, a tiny seedling of an oak tree sprouts, barely six inches high. I saw it earlier on my walk, and I felt so sad. I'm sorry that we cut down a forest and turned it into this place. That's what I thought. But something changed in my mind as I thought it.

I realized that a forest was not a thing but a process, and not a process either in the sense that there's a beginning and an end result, but in the sense of things happening and being connected to other things, and I understood that the immensity of this thing far transcended what the word "forest" denotes.

A baby oak tree growing with nobody's permission on a flat green lawn belongs to this thing, "forest," just as much as a massive hundreds-of-years-old oak tree in the depths of the woods belongs to "forest," because a forest is growth, survival, persistence, the fight of a place that once was a forest to become forest again

I'm sorry I said to the tree you cannot kill me in a way that matters said the tree in reply, and I saw my own insignificance next to the indifference of the universe, and it was so infinitely gentle and merciful

#gardening #my writing #trees #i'm feeling a way about nature #this place never stopped being a forest #because the processes that make a forest a forest never stopped #you cannot kill me in a way that matters

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gyundo · 1 year

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“My Temptation”

Choi Soobin (Soobin) x Male Reader

SMUT! DNI if under 18

Hyung kink, musk kink, size kink, muscle kink

Plot: Choi Soobin, the most kindest and sweetest person Y/N couldn’t even have dreamt of, walked right into both his heart and his life one fine afternoon. Attraction and love blossom, creating a masterpiece of an evening.

Y/N had always remembered being lonely and feeling neglected for a number of years. His father had always been working to allow a good lifestyle for his son, while his mother, due to not wanting to raise a child, had left him before he could remember.

Y/N, growing up as a child with a father too exhausted to play with him, now was in college, but still living at home. He couldn’t move out because he had nobody but his father, and he also felt lonely due to not being able to make any friends in college. Accustomed to the loneliness, he just didn’t know how to make friends quickly and often stayed away from too much socialization.

While studying in the library one afternoon, Y/N’s eyes were caught by a very handsome stranger. He had never seen him before, but his eyes looked full of purity and cleanliness. His lips, although plump, seemed like they had been painted by the worlds most talented artists. With perfect corners and transition from thick tissue to thin, Y/N realized he had never even seen a girl with such beautiful lips.

His nose, also beautiful and uniquely shaped, attracted him even more, while the smile of the man, who seemed to have solved a particularly difficult problem on his iPad, absolutely stole Y/N’s heart.

Y/N fiercely wanted to bring himself to talk to the boy whose radiating beauty was unmatched, but this was not necessary.

The handsome stranger, having adept peripheral vision, had noticed Y/N looking at him for quite some time. Feeling alone at college himself and looking for friends, he got up and walked to Y/N’s table.

“Hey, can I sit here. You seem a bit lonely?” Soobin questioned, hopefully.

“Um-Uh- Please do. I’m Y/N by the way, I live close by and I’m a sociology major,” the former blurted out. His eyes looked nervous, still processing Soobin’s height and how it added to his already impressive qualities.

Aware of Y/N’s clear attraction to him, Soobin swiftly replied, “Yeah, I’d like to sit next to you too. My name’s Soobin, and I’m a second year music major. You’re handsome, by the way”.

Y/N’s face immediately turned red and he turned away, embarrassed by Soobin’s words but attracted to him even more. Y/N was absolutely flustered that Soobin thought he was handsome, and Y/N felt a strange desire to become very close with him.

Y/N was barely able to study, more focused on the attractive man in front of him, and Soobin caught him staring more than once, winking at him each time. This made Y/N blush even harder, knowing that Soobin knew Y/N was clearly attracted.

Aside from his face, Soobin’s toned arms seemed so perfect to Y/N, they were slender enough to compliment his height, while also clearly looking strong with a decent amount of visible veins. Y/N’s mind wandered as he thought about how Soobin slapping his ass while having sex would hurt because of his strength, but in a good way. He quickly looked up at the man, and Soobin knew Y/N had been fantasizing about him from how long he’d been staring at him.

Soobin wanted to tease Y/N even more, and to do this, he pretended he needed to stretch, leaning back to grab Y/N’s attention before stretching intentionally too far, revealing his abs.

The perfection of the shape of the lower two abs made drool literally come out of Y/N’s mouth, and he wanted to see more.

His ego satisfied by Y/N’s undeniable fascination, Soobin decided not to tease Y/N any further about his drooling.

Y/N said goodbye to Soobin a half-hour later with a heavy heart, as he had to arrive home early for an important matter that his father had asked him to come home early for.

“It’s funny that I have to leave right now, too. Can I get your number?” Soobin questioned Y/N.

Y/N, extremely excited that the older was interested in him, gave him his number and immediately checked all of his social media on the way home to make sure that Soobin wasn’t straight and just playing with him.

To Y/N’s luck, Soobin definitely appeared like he was genuinely interested in him, and he walked home briskly with a smile. He opened the door to see something he never would have imagined.

“Glad you arrived home safe, Y/N,” his father greeted, “The woman sitting on the right in front of me, Ahn Young, and I have been seeing each other for some time now, and we are going to get married next month. The young man on the left is Soobin, her son. He’s a year older than you and attends the same college. I know this is a lot for you to take in, but please take time to get to know Soobin and Ahn Young well, they’re great people”.

Y/N was more shocked to see Soobin at his home, who was his soon-to-be stepbrother, than he was to the news that his father was getting married.

Struggling for words, Y/N replied, “I’m so happy that you’ve found someone to make you feel whole again, dad. Ahn Young must really be a great woman if you’ve chosen her, and I openly welcome her and Soobin into our family. I’ll do my best to get to know both of them”.

Y/N’s father was extremely relieved, after fearing what Y/N’s reaction would be. Soobin stared at Y/N with a sexy smirk that only Y/N understood. They all ate dinner together, and Y/N, in a fashion to talk with Soobin about the recent developments, invited him to stay over for the night, a gesture that made all parties happy.

“So, um, I guess you’re my stepbrother now, Soobin,” Y/N said with mixed emotions. After a long time, Y/N found someone he really connected with and was feeling attracted to, but he was Y/N’s own stepbrother.

Soobin, wanting to show Y/N that the recent news was nothing to be saddened about, lifted his chin up, forcing Y/N to look into his eyes, whispering, “This is nothing more than a chance for us to get closer. We really should get to know each other better, don’t you think”. He said this all while biting his lip, making Y/N fall even more for him.

Y/N and Soobin slept peacefully that night, and before long, they started spending all their time together. Y/N lovingly began to call Soobin hyung, and they studied together, while also preparing for their parents’ wedding, which came sooner than expected.

The day of the wedding, Soobin and Y/N also became real stepbrothers, which meant they could finally do what stepbrothers do. They were both so happy to be in each other’s company, and soon, the family moved into a new home.

Unfortunately, due to wedding and honeymoon costs, the new house was a little bit on the smaller side, so Soobin and Y/N had to share not only their room, but what was Y/N’s old bed.

Y/N was very nervous about following boundaries between step-siblings, especially with Soobin being so attractive and purposely teasing Y/N too much.

While their parents went on their honeymoon, Soobin took the teasing up a notch. He began to purposely walk around the house shirtless, and enjoyed seeing the lustful expressions on Y/N’s face. Y/N kept trying to hide his attraction and maintain a sibling-like relationship, but Soobin wasn’t having it. He’d often sit a little too close to Y/N, purposely wearing short underwear around the house to show off his muscular thighs. Y/N wanted nothing more than to sit on Soobin’s thighs and ride his dick, but he managed to control himself once again.

Soobin intentionally began lifting weights in the middle of the living room to show off his strength to Y/N, and Y/N couldn’t get over how sexy Soobin looked with his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat that smelt a little like Soobin, a little bit of peach from his perfume, and a whole lot of manly musky testosterone that had Y/N’s lower body losing control.

He had to run into the bathroom more than once while seeing Soobin exercise, primarily to hide his very clear hard-on that Soobin knew he was the cause of. He intentionally gave Y/N a hug right after he was all done, and Y/N could feel all of ridges of Soobin’s abs that made him want to lick them all over. The pressure from his amazingly built pectoral muscles made Y/N go absolutely crazy, wanting him to feel Soobin’s body above him. But more than anything, the smell of Soobin’s sweetness mixed with musk made Y/N very visibly look like he was in a trance, as he could not help but sniff Soobin’s neck all over.

Soobin, extremely excited, could not wait for them to sleep in the same bed and to finally make Y/N his. As far as he had gotten from talking to Y/N, Y/N was a virgin and never had anyone even touch him, which only made excited Soobin. Soobin slowly pulled away from Y/N, but Y/N quickly pulled him back, touching his hands all over Soobin’s sweaty back and kissing him.

Y/N was so desperate for Soobin, he didn’t even realize that he had taken the initiative to kiss Soobin. Soobin delicately held up Y/N’s face and moved his tongue inside. Their tongues engaged in a beautiful dance that made Y/N moan in pleasure. He had never kissed before, and Soobin knew exactly how to make him feel good.

Despite a lack of any other action, Y/N had a very fucked-out expression when Soobin finally broke the kiss. As Y/N realized what he did, the thick string of saliva connecting the two’s mouths told the story loud and clear.

Y/N was embarrassed that he crossed the boundaries of a stepbrother relationship, but Soobin looked at him with desire. Y/N couldn’t help but feel horny at the sight of his half-naked stepbrother, whose body looked like that of a Greek god and whose bulge he couldn’t wait to explore.

Speechless from then until dinner, Y/N and Soobin ate in silence, both exchanging glances at each other until Soobin couldn’t take it any longer.

“N/n-ie, you didn’t do anything wrong. I wanted to kiss you too, that’s why I came so close to you in the first place,” Soobin explained.

“I get that hyung, but i’m really not sure if we should be doing that. I get that we really are attracted to each other, especially me, but that was before we became related. I’m really not sure what to do,” Y/N responded with a frown.

Soobin, knowing that actions speak louder than words, decided to show Y/N what their relationship should be later that night.

The two finished eating, and Y/N quickly got into bed. Soobin took off his boxers right in front of Y/N before getting in bed.

Y/N’s mouth watered as he was Soobin’s monstrously sized cock. So thick that it was two fingers wide when soft, and it was so long that it went almost halfway down Soobin’s huge thighs. Y/N couldn’t believe that every part of his stepbrother was a sin waiting to happen, and so he turned away from Soobin as he got into bed.

Soobin saw and knew Y/N’s reaction, so as he turned to Y/N’s side, he whispered, “Didn’t know a cock could be so big, Y/N?”

Y/N muttered, “Yes hyung, I’ve never seen one as big as yours. Everything on your body is so sexy and it’s so hard to control myself, especially when you’re in the same bed as me.

Soobin’s cock pressed up against Y/N’s bubble butt, and he felt its girth and length, along with its warmness, very clearly.

“You really don’t have to, my Y/N, my body belongs to you and yours does to me,” Soobin whispered again before proceeding to stealthily lick Y/N’s ear.

“F-fuck hyung, you’re really so hot. I can feel your dick right against me and it’s so enticing. I genuinely have never seen a man as hot as you, you make me too horny. Help me now hyung,” Y/N said with pure lust, no longer able to think logically after knowing a naked Soobin, ready to breed him, was lying down close to him.

Y/N felt Soobin’s cock grow larger against his ass, and he responded by moving his ass up and down.

“Hah, Y/N, you’re so cute and breedable, and I’m gonna make it happen today,” Soobin groaned with his head back.

Without any warning, Soobin pushed Y/N down while simultaneously pushing himself above him, grabbing his face and kissing him. The movement released enough musk for visible hearts to appear in Y/N’s eyes, as he made a face that could only be compared to ahegao. He was high on the smell of Soobin himself, sweat releasing pheromones from his hard workout in the living room.

Soobin firmly kissed Y/N, as the younger parted his lips to allow for his tongue’s entry. The harmony between their tongues filled both of their mouths with heated affections that both could not get enough of.

Y/N’s body began heating up as Soobin rubbed his huge erection against Y/N’s. He felt so small and petite under his bigger stepbrother, and he loved being covered by his large body and his irresistible musk.

Breaking the kiss, Soobin took off Y/N’s shorts with one of his hands, while another went under his shirt and began pressing against his pink buds. Y/N moaned at the sudden touching, but he enjoyed the stimulation.

Taking his shirt off as well, Soobin began to suck powerfully on Y/N’s virgin nipples, making tingly feelings emerge all of Y/N’a body as he yelped. Soobin put his large fingers in his little dongsaeng’s mouth.

“Mm-Hah,hyung, your fingers are so long and veiny,” Y/N muttered as he grabbed the elder’s hands with his own tiny ones to lick them properly all over. They just tasted so good to Y/N, and the length gave him practice for what was to come.

Taking his hand out of his mouth, Soobin flipped Y/N over as he put a finger into Y/N’s virgin hole.

“Binnie hyung, it feels really weird,” Y/N complained.

“Be a good little stepbrother for your Soobin hyung, hmm? It’s because you’ve never had anything in this tight little hole, but that’ll change from now on,” Soobin sexily announced.

Soobin put another finger inside Y/N, scissoring him open well enough for the pinkness inside him to be seen.

“H-hyung, it’s too much, I-I’ve never had so much happening down there,” Y/N moaned.

“You have no clue what too much is,” Soobin hungrily answered before moving his fingers in and out of Y/N faster and faster to get him used to it.

“A-Ah-Ahn-Ahn,” Y/N moaned out of unexpected pleasure from Soobin’s action, causing the older to smile.

Feeling like Y/N was prepared, Soobin slapped Y/N’s ass firmly, causing it to open up. Soobin’s strength felt exactly like what Y/N had previously thought it would, bringing him even more excitement and impatience.

“Ready for hyung’s huge cock to wreck your hole and give you a sinful delight?”Soobin questioned.

Y/N replied, both as a front and out of genuine concern, “h-hyunggie, is it really okay that we do this?”

“Of course, my cute dongsaeng, you’ve wanted me for so long it’s not fair to both you and me to stop here. I wanna fill you up with my seed so bad,” Soobin whispered before grabbing Y/N roughly for a kiss once again.

Soobin positioned his cock right above Y/N and pushed lightly again his hole. With a nod from Y/N, Soobin thrusted 8 of his 10 inches straight into Y/N at once.

“h-h-HYUNG,” Y/N cried out from the feeling of being filled. Solving was just so big that he knew Y/N would fear taking him gradually, so he did it all at once.

“It-it-HURTS, hyung,” Y/N muttered as Soobin began to kiss him deeply to distract him from the pain and let him adjust.

“Are you ready now, Y/N?” Soobin asked.

Y/N nodded and Soobin began thrusting slowly, earning a light moan from Y/N. Soobin loved the feeling of the Y/N’s tightness enveloping his hole, and unconsciously began to thrust faster.

Although it felt weird initially, the way Soobin’s large, bulbous tip stimulated his prostate made Y/N’s body tingle and ascend to a level of pleasure he didn’t know possible.

“F-fuck me more, bin hyungie,” Y/N moaned out.

“Anything for my little brother,” Soobin responded while he gagged Y/N with his fingers and thrusted faster.

His hole being abused by his stepbrother’s large cock and Soobin’s fingers roughly playing with Y/N’s tongue, he nearly felt himself come, moving his hand to climax by jerking himself off.

Soobin’s free hand slapped Y/N’s hand off and he flipped him over, pulling out his cock suddenly in the process.

“You’ll come from only hyung’s dick. My cock better be enough for you, and I’ll show you what it can really do. You’ve awakened a beast that you’ll regret and your ass will love, Y/N,” Soobin angrily growled.

Moving both of his hands to Y/N’s neck to choke his lightly, Soobin thrusted all of his cock back in, earning a grunt from Y/N, who couldn’t make any more sounds.

Soobin’s huge dick rubbed against Y/N’s velvety walls fully, not leaving an inch untouched, and the speed at which it bulged Y/ab’s abdomen was incomprehensible.

With his prostate being abused and Y/N obsessed with the thought of getting wrecked by his stepbrother who also happened to be Soobin, a man whose sexiness was unmatched, it was too much for Y/N.

“H-hyungie, i-it’s too much,” Y/N muttered as he felt more stimulated than he knew possible.

“You can take it more my precious baby boy,” Soobin curtly replied as he slapped Y/N’s ass hard, earning a cute moan from the younger.

Wanting to wreck Y/N more than he could account for verbally, Soobin thrusted harder and more roughly than even before, causing Y/N to simply move along with his powerful thrusts with an open mouth and his tongue out.

Y/N continued moaning without stopping as Soobin pushed Y/N’s ass down, causing his back to arch and Y/N’s prostate unable to process the pleasure caused by each thrust of Soobin’s cock.

“Your hole is so tight and perfectly made for me, Y/N-ie,” Soobin moaned out as he felt himself bottom out inside the younger. He felt so good about being the first inside his stepbrother, and made sure to let him know that nobody could do him better.

“You’re all mine Y/N, tell everyone who fucks you this good your first time,” Y/N’s hyung told him as he continued to thrust deeply inside Y/N, so much so that Y/N was sure his hole wouldn’t ever be able to close again.

“S-Soobin hyung is the one I belong to. SOOBIN HYUNG IS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN WRECK ME THIS GOOD. SOOBIN HYUNGGGG,” Y/N moaned out as Soobin nearly brought him to cum.

Y/N heard the spurts inside his ass as Soobin’s precum made his walls wet and swollen from the thrusting, prompting Soobin to thrust in quicker and much smoother.

Feeling his climax coming, Soobin muttered, “My dongsaeng, it’s time to come. I’ll fill you up with the cum of your hyung that you’ve needed and i’ll make you pregnant. I’ll fill you so much that you won’t even be able to sit down without thoughts of your hyung wrecking you.”

“HAH, YES SOOBIN HYUNG, MAKE ME PREGNANT AND FILL ME UP WITH YOUR SPERM. MARK ME AS YOURS,” Y/N screeched out as the older bit on his neck roughly, leaving a mark of their time together.

The smell of Soobin’s sweat and look of sexiness on his face was it for Y/N, and he released cum like a fountain just as Soobin hit his prostate especially hard in his own desire to reach his climax.

Soobin wasn’t done as he kept grunting with each thrust and holding the small boy tightly to his muscular body, placing one arm around the younger’s belly to feel his own cock.

Feeling Y/N’s tight walls closing in and twitching, Soobin’s monstrous cock became rock hard as he animalitically thrusted deep into Y/N for the last time, releasing three weeks worth of semen into his dongsaeng.

So much cum surrounded Soobin’s 10 inches deep inside Y/N, overstimulating him to the point of coming again.

Soobin licked the cum off of the younger’s chest as he pulled out, with so much of his cum leaking out that Y/N was struggling to make it seem like he didn’t wet the bed.

With a growl, Soobin filled Y/N with his cock once again, using it as a butt plug, and leaving Y/N feeling extremely satisfied after being wrecked by his hot, hunky, and huge stepbrother.

“I want to do this again hyung,” Y/N moaned out from having thoroughly enjoyed having his virginity taken by his monster of a stepbrother.

“Of course, my temptation,” Soobin replied as cum continued to leak out of Y/N’s reddened, inflamed boy pussy.

Author’s Note: This took a long time to finish, but I hope you all enjoy. There is a top Soobin drought right now, and I wanted to fix that. Feel free to leave a comment on how I did below!

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padfootagain · 9 months

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Hello ! Today, we’re answering an anonymous request for the Darkling : “A Darkling request, please. May I have a Durast artist!reader who's extremely introverted. She just wants to draw in somewhere quite to draw designs, etc. especially she doesn't want anyone to see what she's drawing or who. And it only got worse when the sun summoner came.

You can choose how this goes, as long as it's a happy ending sksksk. I just really want an angst with an eventual happy ending, and I really love your writings Ridjsjsjs”

Thank you so much for your request, anon! I hope you enjoythe fic I’ve written for you!

I hope you all like this cute piece! Let me know what you think!

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Pairing: The Darkling x reader

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst, hurt/comfort, an awful lot of fluff

Summary: The Darkling has always kept an eye on you, from afar, although he doesn’t admit why. But when the Sun Summoner arrives at the Little Palace, your lonely habits seem to grow exponentially, and he is more and more worried about you.

Word Count: 2074

The Darkling’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You don’t worry yourself over the time you spend on your own, nor the fact that your self-isolation has increased these days. After all, people are used to it. You’re introverted, possibly too much so. It’s simply reassuring, to be left alone.

The life in the Little Palace can be crowded, sometimes. For someone as introverted as you, it is often too much. You find solace and peace in drawing, though. Mostly designs, sometimes sceneries, even portraits, every once in a while.

It’s soothing. Tracing lines on paper, forcing them to take shape, adding shadows, adding life. It’s therapeutic, at this point.

Everyone at the Little Palace knows that your drawings are off-limits, though. No one has ever been granted the right to look at them. You keep their beauty hidden for your own eyes; not out of selfishness, but simply because you assume that no one would understand them. Not the way you do.

After all, you see the world through the eyes of a Durast, and a talented one at that. You and David work a lot together, mostly because you are both equally talented and curious about everything. But if his world translates mostly through numbers and long silences, yours bubbles out of your fingers and spills into shapes on paper.

But when Alina Starkov arrived at the Little Palace, a little too eager to make friends, she asked about your drawings. And it would have been fine, because she was new, and couldn’t know that you preferred to keep your drawings to yourself. You closed up a lot more when she insisted, though. And when she started to ask you regularly what you were currently drawing you grew quieter than usual, folded yourself back into a pocket-size version of your own self that you could hide away in your bedroom, in the safety of the Fabricator laboratories, or in long walks under the moonlight, when it was too dark for anyone to be awake.

If people did notice – which you doubt, in all fairness – no one spoke a word about it. You reckon that only a handful of Fabricators care about you enough to notice anyway.

You’re mistaken, though. There is someone else who cares, a little too much to his own liking, even. There is someone who has noticed the way you disappear these days, the way you try to look even smaller than before, to look invisible, avoiding to be noticed.

There is someone else who has noticed, and he is worried.

Of course, he has noticed. The Darkling has been away from the Little Palace for a few months now, fighting battles, planning the next phases of the wars. When Alina arrived, obviously, he brought her home, joining back his War Room, the safe halls he had built centuries before. And even if he shouldn’t have rejoiced at the thought of spending time with you again, he did.

There is something about you, he can’t explain it. Something soothing, something quiet, something… good. The type of goodness he once longed to protect, the kind he had spent a long time fighting for; until the weight of time and suffering darkened his soul and blinded him.

He found back some of the brightness of his earlier days in you, though. Something that made him long for something beyond himself, for something he couldn’t have.

Peace. Quiet. A normal life…

You have grown closer over the past few years, you working closely with him as a Fabricator. You are friends, or even, a little more than that, even if none of you care to admit it.

Of course, he noticed the way you fled, even before him. Only a few days after Alina’s arrival, and you were already spending hours locked away in your room, hiding in the library…

He knows too well what it is to hide, and he doesn’t want you to do so. Not to this extent, at least. You seem frightened, these days, and he can’t have that.

He’s built the Little Palace in hopes to banish fear from Grisha’ faces. He can’t bear the sight upon your features…

When you disappear again, right after dinner, he can’t take it anymore. Instead of heading to his room, he follows you, using his shadows to remain unnoticed. Until you’ve settled in an alcove, in a deserted corner of the library. He remains quiet, out of the light of the small candle you’ve brought along, and he watches you as you take a sketchbook and a pencil out of your pocket. You’ll be drawing, perhaps the moon, the stars, the trees beyond the window against which you’re resting your shoulder now. Perhaps some new idea plaguing your mind. He catches himself before he can hope that you could think of him…

He lets his shadows vanish, slowly, he calls back the darkness to make himself visible. He purposefully drags his feet over the stones to make a little noise, as to not surprise you too much. You freeze as you hear the noise, slowly turn to him.

And he shouldn’t think about the way the light plays with your eyelashes, the way the warm golden light of the candle mingles with the silvery one of the moon to bathe your features in a perfect light. He shouldn’t think, then, about how beautiful you are. About the way he longs to reach out. About how he doesn’t feel so lonely, now that your gaze has caught his. He shouldn’t think about the way you visibly relax as you recognize him. He shouldn’t hope that you like seeing him, here, by your side. He shouldn’t long for it.

And yet, there he is…

“Good evening, Y/N.”

His voice is low, cold, a tone unreadable. As usual. You grin.

“Good evening, sir.”

He chuckles, looks up at you.

“There’s no one else, Y/N.”

He notices the way your breath catches before you speak, but doesn’t acknowledge it. He’s too old to claim such details as victories.

“Good evening, Aleksander.”

You share a smile, the kind brighter than the ones he gives everybody else but you.

He walks closer again, standing by the wall without leaning against it, facing you.

“Is there something I can do for you?” you ask him, closing your sketchbook in a hurry.

But he wasn’t looking at it. He knows better than that.

“You could answer my questions.”

You raise an eyebrow in surprise, but let him continue.

He crosses his arms before his chest.

“Why are you hiding this way?”

You avert your eyes, fiddling with your pencil.

“I’m not hiding more than usual. You know me. I enjoy being on my own.”

“But you usually spend less time alone. Is there something wrong?”

His voice grows concerned, even if it is tainted with its usual coldness, the one that usually makes his emotions unrecognisable. He allows himself to let just a speck of his armour down with you though, just enough to let you guess that his worry is genuine.

You shrug, but his stare is heavy on your frame, making you bend your head and shoulders, and you can’t hold back when he’s like this: presence too strong, almost unbearable…

“I… I’m quite bothered by Alina Starkov.”

He frowns, seemingly puzzled.

“Am I asking too much from you? Are you and David too pressured?”

“No, no, no! That’s not it! It is simply… it’s stupid.”

You’re surprised when he walks closer, and even more so when he reaches for your chin, a tender hold between his thumb and his index finger. You don’t resist when he guides your head upwards, making you look at him, irises as dark as his shadows…

“What is it, Y/N? You can tell me. I’ll take care of it.”

There is something threatening in his voice, a tremor that’s never there when he speaks to you. But he doesn’t speak of you, then. He speaks of what he will do to whoever dares to hurt you…

You smile.

“It’s truly nothing. I’m just… being extra-shy.”

You heave a sigh, but Aleksander doesn’t have to encourage you again, you continue on your own.

“Alina is asking about my drawings. A lot. Too much. She doesn’t seem to understand the word ‘no’.”

You give him a humorous smile, but you seem too fragile for it to be genuine.

He nods, a small frown creasing his brow.

“I will talk to her,” he says, but you shake your head.

“It’s nothing. I’m sure she doesn’t even mean any harm. I’m just… It’s personal, you see. Maybe it’s silly, but it’s like… having someone read your diary or… your mind even. If it makes sense. It’s silly, isn’t it?”

You expect a harsh answer, you don’t know why. Because Aleksander has never been harsh with you. On the contrary, if his tone is always cold, he’s never said anything mean or hurtful to you. His voice is often a little lower, you like to believe it’s even a little warmer… but then again, you like to long for unreachable things.

You’re oblivious to the fact that his voice is warmer when he speaks to you.

The harsh answer doesn’t come. Instead, his fingers slide from your chin to your jaw, up to cup your cheek. His thumb is tender as it strokes your skin. There is a rush of power coursing through your vein because of his amplifying qualities, but you barely notice it, the feeling hidden by your pounding heart and the intensity of his stare.

No matter the butterflies in your stomach, or the rush of your heart, it still feels reassuring, his feathery touch across your cheek. Soothing. Almost like tracing lines on a page.

When Aleksander speaks again, you’ve never heard his voice so soft.

“It is not silly. We all have our secrets, and our own ways to deal with our demons. I will talk to Alina, make sure she does not bother you again. I want you to feel safe in these halls. I do not want you to feel like you need to hide, not here. Not when you are under my protection. Do you understand?”

You nod, although you’re not sure to understand. Not the full extent of his words, at least.

You’re disappointed when his touch disappears, his fingers slowly slipping down the length of your cheek, the pads hanging at your jawline a moment longer, but he reluctantly pulls away, eventually.

“You should rest,” he goes on, his voice colder again, his tone difficult to read, back to its usual mysteries.

You nod, and he turns to leave. You don’t know what comes over you when you call for him again.

“Aleksander!”

He stops, slowly turns to you. There is something puzzled in his frown.

You have no idea where the strength is coming from, but you speak the words anyway.

“Would you like to take a walk? With… with me?”

His puzzle frown turns into a surprised raise of his eyebrow.

“Now?” he asks, and there’s something almost amused in the way the corner of his mouth curves upwards, just a little bit.

“I mean… unless it is too late…”

You fall silent, and he adores seeing you this nervous. It’s endearing.

He shouldn’t let you in so easily. But then again, you look lovely, under the lights of the candle and the moon, and he longs to touch your skin again, no matter the excuse that would allow the contact.

He offers you his open hand.

“Shall we?”

The grin you give him is brighter than any light Alina could ever summon.

And he knows that he is making a mistake as soon as your fingers brush his palm. He knows he is making his own life immensely more complicated that it ought to be by letting you in. He should be focused on seducing Alina Starkov, on looking for the Stag, on planning his wars, on planning his next move against the king.

But then again, your hand is warm against his cold one. Your skin is smooth, your touch reassuring, and you make his heart skip a beat, in a way it hasn’t jumped for decades, maybe even for centuries.

Perhaps, just this once, just for tonight… just for you, he could make his life a little more complicated. Perhaps, just for this once, he could make himself a little weaker, a little more vulnerable… just for you.

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peachdues · 10 months

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Phantasmagoria: Teaser — Douma’s Assault

(NSFW Sanemi x Reader Tell Me to Stop — modern AU)

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This teaser is from a later part of Phantasmagoria (likely the end of Part 2 or Part 3)

Playlist. Other teasers here and here.

CW: implied attempted SA; Douma doesn’t respect women but Akaza/Hakuji does; Sanemi gets violent.

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Kyojuro answered the phone with a noncommittal grunt.

“Akaza?” Kyojuro said, his tone surprised. Sanemi perked up at the boy’s name from their hometown, but he was filled with unease as he beheld the darkness which clouded Kyojuro’s face.

“We’re on our way,” Kyojuro clicked his phone off and met Sanemi’s wary gaze.

“You know that party on 52nd? We need to go — now.” Kyojuro was already standing, his keys in hand.

Sanemi didn’t question his best friend, but he halts when his phone dings in time with Kyojuro’s, alerting them both to a group text sent from an unknown number.

It was a text image, and though only half of her face was visible, it was clearly Y/N.

And she looked fucking terrified.

Mascara had streaked down her cheeks from her tears as she held her arms out protectively in front of her; but her too-thin arms could not obscure the bloodied, crescent-shaped bite mark just above her breast.

Shinobuuuu your friend is lovely! A follow-up text read.

Next time, fucking pay me, hm?

Kyojuro looked to his friend in horror but he blanched at the shine of murderous rage in Sanemi’s eyes, the latter visibly shaking as he stared at the image on his phone.

“Let’s go,” was all Sanemi said, and with a nod, the two high-tailed it out of Kyojuro’s apartment and into his car.

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“There you go, Y/N — you should be safe here until we can get you out, yeah?” The pink-haired man opened the door to a hidden closet behind the lofted stairs in his private room, one he knew with certainty that Douma knew nothing about. “I called you a ride already.”

Y/N sniffled, wiping at her cheeks as she brushed by the man to sit on a truck stored within the small half-cupboard. “Thank you, Hakuji — I owe you one.”

Akaza smiled and shook his head. He’d always liked Y/N — she had always been kind to him growing up, and she was one of the few people who called him by his actual name rather than the abhorrent nickname he’d been stuck with.

“Nah, I can’t stand that fucker,” Azaka grimaced, leaning on the doorway as the crying girl recollected herself. “Douma always takes things too far. I try to help when I can, but I don’t have eyes everywhere.” He frowned, before adding quietly, “I’m just glad I saw him bring you in.”

Y/N only nodded, too tired and too freaked out to summon the effort to say anything more. Akaza sighed. “I’d better get back to the party. Douma’ll go snooping if he can’t find me, and I really don’t want him to find you again.” He began to push the door shut. “This locks from the inside. Don’t open it for anyone else — I’ll come get you when your ride is here.”

Y/N nodded again. “Thanks, Hakuji. Say hi to Koyuki for me the next time you see her.”

Akaza smiled warmly and closed the closet door, sealing Y/N safely within.

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Y/N sat for what felt like an eternity on Hakuji’s dusty storage trunk, foot jiggling nervously as she waited for her escape out of the hellhole she’d found herself in. The party was still raging on downstairs, but a sudden thump followed by several gasps and screams made her heart catch in her throat, and her stomach began to twist with panic.

Y/N heard footsteps coming up the staircase towards Hakuji’s room, and she began to hyperventilate as they drew closer, rapidly approaching the closet door. Y/N slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sob building in her chest as the knob began to twist and jerk.

“Y/N. It’s me — open up.” The voice on the other side was not Hakuji, but a much warmer, much more familiar voice that had her sobbing again, only this time in relief. With a shaking hand, Y/N flipped the lock and the door swung open, revealing the most comforting presence she’d ever known.

Kyojuro stared at her, a mess on the floor of Hakuji’s closet, his face furious and tight. Kyojuro had always been a man of passionate emotions, but the cold ire that lined his face as his eyes narrowed at the spot of blood dried on Y/N’s top was enough to make her want to run and hide. However, his hands betrayed none of the anger he undoubtedly felt as he gripped Y/N’s wrist gently and hauled her to her feet. Kyojuro’s warm hand remained closed around hers as he led her from Hakuji’s room — the latter only giving her a nod of reassurance as she passed him by. Kyojuro halted at the top of the stairs leading down from Hakuji’s loft to the main floor of the house, the party below having gone eerily quiet save for only the occasional gasp.

Kyojuro turned back to her, his face stony. “Whatever you think you hear, don’t look. Keep your eyes forward until we get out of here.” He warned, and Y/N’s stomach was leaden with dread at the unspoken promise of violence in her best friend’s eyes.

Slowly, the pair descended the stairs, nearly making it to the front door when a strange, wet thud abruptly snapped Y/N’s attention to the adjacent room where party attendees had been dancing only moments before. The crowd, rather than reveling, had instead parted around two men hunched on the floor, staring only in shock.

It was Sanemi. Sanemi, who had Douma pinned beneath his knees as he mercilessly pounded his fist into the face of her would-be assailant until the latter’s face was nearly unrecognizable and covered in scarlet as Sanemi’s knuckles slammed into him, over and over. Beneath him, Douma merely wheezed out a laugh, egging Sanemi on.

Y/N parted her mouth in horror, wanting to cry out for Sanemi to stop, but Kyojuro tugged her sharply through the front door before she could.

“Don’t,” he said softly. “Let him get it out.”

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thesunshinebunny · 3 months

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Hii

I would like to leave a request, if it's not to your liking kindly ignore.

Could you please write a short story or headcannon about like um so it is vil and readers anniversary and the reader decides to write a song and present it to him on the anniversary.( you set my world on fire by loving calliber ,this song is just so sweet, pls (๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)و ) I feel all mushy listening to this song.I am not sure what category to put it in whether it's headcannon or story I leave it up to you.

Thanks in advance, have a good day. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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You looked at the number on your cell phone calendar, which marked the coming of that long-awaited day, a day that filled not only you, but also your recent partner with joy and love…

And that same day it was generating horrible anxiety in you just a week before arriving. Your anniversary with Vil.

It's not that there was anything wrong with your relationship, quite the opposite. Things couldn't go better, you even had your doubts about the reaction of his fans… yes, there were ups and downs this year, but nothing could corrupt this beautiful union that you had with your Queen.

What generated so much anguish…was what to give him. Obviously, material goods aren't everything in life, but we are talking about Vil Schoenheit, one of the most coveted models in this world.

What can you give to a person who can practically have everything with the snap of their fingers?

“A tiara?” No “A new makeup set?” No “A Chinese robe made from the finest silkworms”…too expensive for your pocket. Nothing that came to mind from the ADeuce duo was helpful or completely convincing.

The sun was setting 3 days before the long-awaited day and your anxiety only increased. You already considered it lost, you weren't going to be able to finish anything that you could do manually with the amount of homework that the teachers left; Anything you bought online wasn't going to arrive on time unless you sold a kidney; and the type of gift they sold at school…

They couldn't even put together the name of Vil. No offense Sam

Early Thursday morning, two days before the anniversary, spending time in Magicam, with dark circles that reached the ground, you came across a video of a couple singing a duet to a beautiful and melodious song.

Ding

You got out of bed at full speed, searching the entire bedroom up and down for a guitar, or something that looked like it. Not finding it, you decided to go to the music club first thing in the morning to borrow one.

And that's how those two days went, practicing in your free time, without any sleep schedule, in order to learn and vocalize a song that came from your soul, reflecting your love for the tall blonde.

When the expected day arrived, you sent a message to Vil. “Wait for me in the Pomefiore gardens after class, in our special place.”

The same place where Vil had asked you to start dating, the same place where he asked you to be his partner, now where you would spend your first anniversary.

Nerves of steel.

When Vil arrived at this romantic spot, carrying a small, elegantly decorated box, he found a scene straight out of a love movie… and with an angelic melody.

I lose my breath whenever I see you

In front of him, a path of petals of different flowers: white peonies, forget-me-nots, violet tulips and red roses; a potpourri that ended in the shape of a heart

You stole my heart, what is it that you do?

A Spanish guitar ringing in the air, as well as a soft violin in the background.

Just wanna be with you 'til we grow old

Your figure in the middle of the heart, holding said guitar, with a speaker from which the wind instrument came out, dressed in an elegant navy blue suit, with floral details embroidered in gold on the hem and violet stones adorning the sleeves.

My life was gray 'til you added colors

His violet eyes never left yours, hypnotized, glassy, threatening to shed the occasional tear.

Like the moon needs the sun, we don't care 'bout the others

Vil sat on the small mattress of flowers that you left for him in front of you, still holding the small box, eagerly waiting to give it to you.

I want you for myself every single day

As a cliché, you knelt at his height, both of you facing each other, without stopping singing at any time, although noticeably running out of breath when you reached the end of the song.

You set my world on fire

With the song coming to an end, both of you facing each other, just one centimeter away from kissing, your lips curved into a big nervous smile, waiting for the response from the person you admired so much.

There was no need to search for words, a sweet and tender kiss from Vil was more than enough for you to know that the song was much more than to his liking.

He'd loved it; one of the best gifts he had, which was nothing material, but came from the heart and soul.

And speaking of gifts, yours was still waiting to be opened. With your hands a little trembling from the nervousness of singing in a pseudo-public space, with the love of your life, you opened the small heart, finding a little tiara, matching Vil's along with his uniform.

Now you could demonstrate your relationship to the public eye.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #Vil Schoenheit

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beplerblurbs · 1 year

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Hi! can I request number 1 but can you make it Gunwook .thank you

coffee stains p.g.

a/n: hii thank u for requesting @lovehoa !! i’ll do my best. someone request taerae please 😭

pairing: gunwook x gn!reader

warnings: none! just fluffy stuff,, well not proofread

w/c: idk! will find out tmr

gunwook's parents had gone on vacation for the summer while you and him were working part time to save up for university. since you and gunwook had been dating for so long, his parents let you have the house key for those days when their son slept through his alarm…

instead, you usually make breakfast for him in the morning before you both go to work while he makes dinner or gets takeout for you after work.

you unlock his front door and slip off your shoes, admiring all of his cute family photos in the foyer, you can tell how much he loves his mom in them.

you start off in the kitchen by brewing up coffees for yourself and gunwook, and then going on to create a chocolate chip pancake batter, pouring them into heart shapes.

gunwook complained about his manager making him stay overtime last night, so you knew he was tired and decided to let him sleep in a bit. you tried to be as quiet as you could be with cooking, tip toeing around and gently closing the fridge and such.

you finished the pancakes stacks and made a side of eggs and bacon to get you guys energized for the day. you iced the coffees and added condensed milk, just like how gunwook likes it.

after setting down breakfast onto the dinner table, you think of waking up gunwook with his ice coffee. so you walk up to his door and slowly open his door to see an empty, dishevelled bed.

his washroom was outside his bedroom and it was empty, you didn’t know where he was. “hm? gunwook?” you say confused.

the moment after you suddenly saw gunwook jump from the other side of the door with his hands up and yelling to scare you.

you yelp and stumble backwards, causing the ice coffee to spill all over your clothes. gunwook catches you in time to stop you from falling, letting the plastic cup fall to the ground. he goes from a smiley, laughing mood to a solemn, worried expression.

“y/n! are you okay?” he’s checking your body to check for any injuries, you ignore him, “hhhh you’re so annoying, how can i go to work with this?!”you look at your coffee soaked hoodie and pants.

you walk to the washroom to wipe off the coffee before it gets sticky. “i’m sorry y/n i didn’t know you were bringing me coffee.” you sigh, you understand where hes coming from but you were annoyed.

“babe how am i supposed to go to work like this,” you work at the convenience store near gunwook’s but too far from your place to get a new shirt.

as if a lightbulb flashed above your boyfriend’s head, he made a small ‘o’ face while walking back into his room and back out.

“here wear my clothes,” a warm, apologetic smile grows on gunwook’s face as he hands you a clean black hoodie and sweatpants.

you take a sniff and it still smells like him even being freshly washed. you melt a little and give in, “thank you gunwook, i can’t stay mad,” you giggle, closing the bathroom door to change.

leaving the bathroom you find an empty hallway, so you go back to the kitchen to see gunwook with a new iced coffee, smiling while scrolling on his phone.

gunwook turns his head to see you, “oh…” he stands up and walks closer to you

“why do i look stupid? its a little big on me” you blush looking at yourself.

“no not at all. you look really good in my clothes that’s all” gunwook bites his lip, surprised at his confession. he found clothes engulfing you whole as very endearing and cute.

your cheeks somehow turn more beet red because of his compliment. you hug him and hide your face in his chest, “you’re so embarrassing.”

gunwook simply laughs and hugs you back, patting your head.

“let’s eat breakfast now.”

as you guys eat gunwook explains that he overheard you come in and cook breakfast which is why he waited to scare you.

“i mean, you should’ve seen the look on your face!” gunwook imitates your spooked expression, making you slap his shoulder.

“i had a whole cup of coffee in my hand! of course i’d be scared.”

gunwook taps his closed lips with his index, “mmm sounds like a you issue.” he laughs and immediately expects the worse, getting up from his seat and leaning away from you.

“you-!” you grab your half full iced coffee and get up and chase after him around the house, “i’m not afraid to throw it on you!”

mornings like these were always gunwook’s favourites.

#boys planet #mnet boys planet #kpop #zb1 #zb1 drabbles #zb1 imagines #zerobaseone #park gunwook #zb1 gunwook #zerobase1 #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone fics #gunwook imagines #zerobaseone gunwook

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bihansthot · 6 months

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Ghosted. Again. I cannot stress this enough, FUCK real men. I’m done. I’m so sick of all the emotional stress and drama, I’m going back to self shipping full time now. I don’t really know if I’ll share much of it since I’ve had so much hate in the past but I know Bi-Han will always be there for me, I’m still on the fence whether or not to include Syzoth because his dynamic with Bi-Han is so bad so I don’t know. As always I’ll tag my posts so you can blacklist the tags solarbear, solizardbear and/or bi han x sol, bi han x syzoth x sol if you don’t want to see it but like I said I don’t think I’m inclined to share much.

I’m also pretty sure I’m done writing, I’m very sorry if you sent a request and I didn’t get a chance to write it. I’m hesitant to delete or post any of them with an apology note in case I change my mind though, maybe I’m just in a really shit mood with how badly my love life has been? Maybe after a break I’ll feel in love with writing again and go back to it? Maybe I won’t. I don’t know.

I will try and stay active and reblog Bi-Han/Lin Kuei art and smut and stuff daily and still really want to make more friends and chat with you lovelies but I think I need to make tumblr a little less of a priority. I still want to be part of the MK Kommunity though, I just need a break from the creative side. My inbox is still open and you can always send me questions I just can’t write requests anymore. If that changes though I will be sure to let you know.

I want to get back in shape or at least back under a certain number so I need to prioritize physical activity and Denny time, he’s such a good baby and deserves more of my time and attention. I’ll still always been around on Discord and still have no problems adding anyone who wants to be friends on Discord and will still try and be active in my Mortal Kombat server if you need to find me. I just need to put me and my physical and mental health first, so I might not answer immediately or even consistently please know that is not on you at all, that is all me and I occasionally can’t interact because I’m exhausted or overwhelmed. I apologize in advance. My mental health is worlds better the last two years or so after getting medications that actually work but it’s not perfect and probably won’t ever be. I have so much trauma from my Mother growing up and my heart transplant that I don’t know that I’ll ever really be “good” I just know it’s “better”.

I guess I’ll wrap this post up now that I’m kind of rambling I just had to get some stuff off my chest.

#online dating #ranting #f men #self ship #fandom stuff #mk #solarbear #mental health #physical health #self improvement #ramblings #sol rambles #wtf is this #please still like me #want friends #dm for discord

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prettyinlimegreenboots · 9 days

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Taking Comfort (In Your Arms) - Chapter 2

Two Weeks Later - May 28, 1943

The last two weeks Bucky Egan had been on base were ones that were unlike the previous 8 weeks Addie had been in East Anglia. The base seemed to be flipped upside down just by his presence alone.

She usually found him nightly in a local pub, singing alongside the locals as he made ridiculous bets and talked crap. She watched in fascination as he charmed the locals, with stories and tales of his past life in America. There were at least three girls chasing him, by her count, all enamored by the American.

And Addie tried to keep him out of her mind but it was becoming more and more difficult, especially between him randomly showing up to her office and Josie’s constant chatter about him.

“I’m telling you, Ads, you should just ask him out.” Josie called out, interrupting Addie’s mid-morning mind wandering session.

Scoffing, she paused on the report she was reading and looked up at Josie. “It’s not right for a girl to ask a guy out. Besides, he has charmed half of East Anglia and I’m sure his social calendar has all filled up.”

“Who is this mysterious man you’re talking about? And I very much doubt his social calendar is all filled. I’m sure he has a spot for you waiting for you, love.” Speaking of the devil, he shall arrive, causing both Josie and Addie both to yelp in surprise.

Looking behind her, Addie’s eyes narrowed at the very man Josie was referencing. “Jesus, wear a bell or something. At least let people know you’re lurking around.”

“Not my fault you didn’t hear the door slam. I mean I wasn’t exactly quiet.” Bucky grinned looking at the two women. “Now who’s the mystery man Addie should ask out? By the way, I think it’s great if a girl asks a guy out - takes the pressure off the fella.”

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. “You’re going to have to work harder than that to find out Bucky. Now how can I help you?”

Taking a seat in the chair in front of her deck, he crossed his right leg over his left and plopped his hat down giving her a look, sighing. “I need your help. I’m getting nowhere with the Brits loaning us masks and parachutes so I was hoping you could help?”

Josie snickered as Addie sighed. They both had a love-hate relationship with the nearby British base. “I will warn you, depending on the day they might hate me too.”

“They couldn’t hate a beautiful girl if they tried, Captain.” Addie snorted this time as Josie laughed out loud. “What am I missing?”

Josie pipped up before Addie could. “They can when our girl flat out turns one of them down spectacularly in the local pub, Major.”

“That’s a story I look forward to hearing, Captain.” Bucky chuckled, scratching his jaw. “Can you help a poor guy out who’s boys land in two weeks?”

She sighing, giving him a calculated look. “I need numbers, Major. How many masks and parachutes do you need before your men arrive?”

Watching Bucky run numbers in his mind, was a sight to behold. His teeth had hold of his bottom lip as she could see the gears moving behind his eyelids. His concentrated look wasn’t one Addie saw very often on his face, but she added it to her growing list of favorite Bucky looks. “We’ve gotten 200 of the 1000 that were sent. If we could get an additional 300 before my guys arrive, we’ll be in good shape while we wait for our stuff to arrive, hopefully a few days after the boys arrive.”

Looking at the pouty face of Major Bucky Egan, Addie couldn’t help but melt at his face. He hadn’t figured it out yet, but she was a sucker for a pouty face on a man. It tested her resolve and before she knew it she was picking up the phone to make a call.

She watched Bucky lean back into his chair as she attempted to work her magic. Doodling on a spare piece of paper that was always present on her desk, she waited for the line to connect, hoping it wasn’t the Lieutenant she turned down answering the phone. An older voice came on the line as she grinned. “Colonel Masters, this is Captain Adelaide Baker calling from Thorpe Abbotts. I was hoping you could assist me with a request from Colonel Baker.”

She listened to the man wax on about her father and the great things he had heard. Rolling her eyes, she sat back in her chair, getting comfortable. “Colonel, we need 300 masks and parachutes for the Americans that are set to land in two weeks. Their equipment hasn’t arrived yet.”

Grumbling, the man on the other side of the phone said a few words before agreeing to have the equipment sent over by the end of the week. She wished him a good day and hung up the phone with a grin on her face. “Easy peasy, lemon squeezy, Major. Everything will be here by the end of the week.”

“Just like that - drop your father’s name and all is right in the world.” Bucky whistled, sitting up in his chair, giving her a surprised look. “Impressive, Addie.”

Making a note on her desk calendar, Addie grinned. “All in a day's work. Anything else you need help with, Major?”

“Meet me at the officer’s club later?” He raised an eyebrow in challenge.

Shaking her head, she met his sad eyes. “I have a date with one of the big birds tonight. Unfortunately I won’t be able to make it to the club tonight.” Gathering papers, she pushed back from her desk and stood. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting I can’t be late for. I’ll see you later, Bucky.”

Watching her walk off, Bucky narrowed his eyes on Josie who sat at her desk with a smirk. “Is there something I’m missing, Josie?”

“Every other Friday night or so, Addie goes to one of the birds and reminisces on her time in the sky. Tonight is one of those nights.” Josie smiled sympathetically.

Bucky turned her words over in his mind. “Would she be terribly pissed if I interrupted that time?”

“She’ll probably scream at you for a few minutes but I think you’ll be a welcomed guest after that.” Josie smiled, at the man clearly smitten with her best friend.

John plopped his hat back on his head, tilting it in her direction. “Does she have a particular favorite bird by chance?”

“Our Baby is a favorite if it’s here and as luck would have it, it will be landing later this afternoon. I’d start there.” Josie winked as John laughed.

He started towards the door, pausing looking at Josie. “Is there anything else I should know before tonight Josie?”

“Don’t break my best friend’s heart, Major. That girl has been through the wringer these last few months and she doesn’t deserve any other heartbreak.” Josie gave him a look, a mix that she meant business and not to piss her off.

Giving a two finger salute, John gave her a silent promise not to do so before leaving the tower and heading towards his jeep. He had a few things to think about before he had a date with a big bird and a pretty girl.

2000 hours

Tipping the flask to her mouth, she muttered a cuss when nothing flowed out. She was laid out in the nose of “Our Baby”, the last fort she delivered before she was demoted. Scoffing, she shook her head, not wanting to go down that dangerous path tonight. There was a lot of anger built up on how that went down. Throwing her head back, she screamed at the unfairness of the entire situation and that her past came roaring back.

Choking back a sob, she hit the side of the fort in frustration. She didn’t want to spend her evening sobbing in the fort - she had already had enough of those nights. All she wanted to be was up in the air but because of jackasses and rules, she was sidelined. She was lucky they didn’t send her home, though her father was the likely cause of that not happening.

A noise caught her attention as she attempted to sit up. Her eyes widened hearing the hatch of the fort open and a voice call up, “permission to climb aboard?”

Muttering a cuss under her breath, she shook her head, wishing her brain wasn't so fuzzy. “This isn’t a boat, Major but permission granted.”

She winced as it sounded like a bull in a China shop as he made his way through the fort. Mentally tracking his path from the hatch, she smiled as she heard his footsteps directly above her while his voice carried. “Where the hell are you, Addie?”

“In the nose Bucky.” Her voice sounded rough as she shook her head away attempting to clear the cobwebs.

Before she knew it, she saw his boots before his entire torso came into view. He chuckled seeing her sitting there. “So this is what you do when you’re not in the pub?”

“Sometimes. Other times I’m laying in a field looking at the stars. Depends on my mood and how pissed off I am at the world.” She shrugged. “The pubs weren’t keeping your attention tonight, Major?”

Shaking his head, he sat down across from her attempting to stretch out his long legs. “Nah, heard there was a rager happening at one of the forts and decided to come check it out.”

“Sorry to disappoint but it was a rager for one, until you decided to crash.” She let a half smile push across her lips.

“Do you want me to leave?” He offered, picking up on the sadness in her voice.

She quickly shook her head. That was the last thing she wanted. “Just know that it’s not exactly a happy mood tonight.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked, looking at her with sad eyes. “My buddy Buck tells me that I’m an excellent listener.”

Holding up a hand, she snickered. “Wait, your buddy is Buck and you’re Bucky? Did you really nickname your best friend after you?”

“I was Bucky first and when I met him at basic, he looked just like a buddy of mine back in Wisconsin named Buck so Gale became Buck and that’s quickly became what the guys call him.” Bucky defended, holding out a hand in innocence. “We gotta come up with a nickname for you, Addie.”

“Addie is my nickname.” She replied, eyeing him closely. “You’re not what all the rumors said you were like.”

Bucky laughed. “Glad getting to know me has changed your mind.”

“I’ve had my mind changed a lot these last few weeks.” She mused, tilting her head back to look up.

He shifted, looking at her, concern evident in his eyes, reaching into his sheepskin jacket and pulled something out - his trusty flask. “Offer still stands - do you want to talk about it? You’re obviously upset and sad about something and like I said, I’m a good listener.”

“I don’t even know where to begin.” She sighed.

Bucky took a sip out of his flask before offering it to her. She accepted, titling it into her mouth, the sting of the whiskey rough as it burned down her throat. “When did you fall in love with flying?”

“I’ve always loved it. My dad took me up when I was a baby; he said it was the only time I was quiet. I flew my first plane when I was 13, a Tiger Moth and I instantly fell in love with the freedom of it. My first job was doing the crop dusting in the local fields - I had five farms that I would spend the days swooping in and out of the clouds and I was so happy.” She grinned. “A family friend passed my name to Jacqueline Cochran and I was in the running to come over here. I went to Canada, the first time I had left the country, and managed to survive the grueling quest she put us through before being officially accepted to come over here in March 1942 and I’ve been here ever since.”

Bucky chuckled. “I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you speak in one breath.”

“Shut up; that just means you’re not asking the right questions.” She shrugged.

He took another swig of the flask, steadying himself for the question he was about to ask. “When did it all turn to shit?”

Sighing loudly, she wiggled her fingers for the flask. He promptly handed it over to her as she took a swig. “February. This may not make sense but bear with me. When I left in December 1941, I was 23 years old and engaged to be married. My fiance didn’t have the same ideas I did - I wanted to fly and do my part in the war effort and he wanted me home and tied to the house as his perfect wife. Well, that was the last thing I wanted to do so when Jackie called, I was on the first train to Canada. I couldn’t get away from Michigan fast enough.”

She ran her hand over her face, avoiding Bucky’s eyes as she sighed. “Well, little did I know, he had done a “welfare” check on the house I was staying in and found out that my roommates hadn’t seen me in a few weeks. He was pissed they didn’t report me missing, and they refused to tell him where I was. He was on good terms with the local police and requested a welfare warrant be sent out for me in the States. The authorities were looking in the US so it took them a bit to track me down. My promotion from Lieutenant to Captain made the papers back home and the big guns came calling in February. This fort was the last one I had ferried to Rattlesden. My father and CO along with the Air Force big guns were all waiting to read me the riot act. They couldn’t have a pilot and woman who wasn’t as upstanding as they were led to believe and who had skirted her duties back home, blah blah blah; bunch of bullshit to be honest. I ended up being grounded for five weeks while they tried to figure out what to do with me. I was given the option of going home or coming here to set up the base for other Americans. And the rest is history.”

“Is this the Wisconsin man you referenced during our first meeting?” Bucky asked, clenching his jaw.

Nodding, she smirked. “The very one and the same. Don’t worry, I got my revenge. Now everyone in Michigan and Wisconsin knows how awful of a lover he truly was and is.”

“Remind me never to piss you off.” Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. “But you’re so strong - surviving that and finding a new purpose.”

“Well I wasn’t the hell going back to the US, back to him after he ruined my career.” She scoffed, giggling to herself. “I wrote him a strongly worded letter that our engagement was over and I never wanted to see or talk to him again. There might have been a bonfire a few weeks ago where I burned all of his things I had - letters, poems, his favorite sweater.”

A comfortable silence fell within the fort, the two of them content. “I can see you have more questions, Major. Might as well ask them since we’re on such a roll.”

“Can you still fly or did they tear up your pilots license?” He asked, rolling his head to hold her eyes.

Nodding, she smirked, her face turned excited at the question. “There’s a Tiger Moth not too far from here that I take up on the weekends to just keep up my flying - I couldn’t quit completely cold turkey. But I miss flying these big birds, they were my favorite to fly. It never got old when I stepped out of the fort to see the shocked faces of the men when they realized I was a female and could handle the big girls.”

“I would agree, there’s something about these big gals.” He smiled wistfully, knocking his knuckles against the side. “I heard you scream earlier. I can’t imagine the frustration and anger you feel.”

Shaking her head, she chuckled woefully. “You have no idea. At least you can still go up on observation missions. It’ll be a cold day in hell by the time I get to fly officially again.”

“Are the B-17s your favorite plane to fly, Sassy?” He tried out, smirking when she shrieked.

“Sassy, tell me that’s not my new nickname, Bucky!” She gave him a look that just made him laugh instead. “It’s a toss up between the B-17s and the Spitfires. Spitfires are fun because they are so responsive to turns and they’re fast.”

Bucky grinned, seeing her eyes light up at the mention of planes. “Sassy’s not an appropriate nickname but I will be testing a few out before I settle on an official one. Never flown a Spitfire before so I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“Maybe one day I’ll take you up in one. P-51s are also fun.” She grinned, watching his eyes widened as she dropped that little tidbit.

He bit his lip in thought. “You mentioned a brother and sister fighting. I know Elizabeth is in France but what about your brother? And your mom?”

“My brother, Charlie, is currently in North Africa, doing God knows what. He writes when he can, which is about every ten weeks or so. And mom passed away just before I left to go to Canada, another reason to flee as fast as I could.” She bit her lip holding in her tears. “My entire family is in the godforsaken war and I’m just trying to hold on by a thread.”

Before she knew what happened, Bucky was pulling her in for an awkward hug. She was so surprised by the movement that a few tears had escaped and before she could wipe them away, a rough calloused finger caught them. She looked up, entranced in a spicy mix of sweat and aftershave, into the deep blue eyes of Bucky Egan. Trying to steady her heartbeat, all thoughts that she had wanted to say were gone. “I’m sorry, Addie. Josie mentioned that you had had a rough couple of months but I’d say you had a rough couple of years.”

“It’s life - it keeps moving on its own so just buckle up and hold on.” A weak smile graced her lips.

Bucky scoffed, removing his arms from around her and scooting back a little to his side of the plane. “I think you have the best outlook for life, Spitfire.”

“Spitfire - that’s a lazy nickname, Bucky. Do better.” She cocked an eyebrow at him, immediately missing the warmth of his arms around her. She wanted another hug from Bucky. “And I got that outlook from my mom - she would always say that line about buckle up and hold on whenever I was complaining about whatever. She was right - you can’t change half of what’s going on so just buckle up and enjoy the ride.”

Bucky laughed, knowing full well having her in his life would keep him on his toes. “Will do, Addie. I’ve been having all the fun with the questions. Got any for me?”

“What about your family back in Wisconsin?” She asked, a chill from the night ran up her back.

“You cold Bluebird?” He questioned, titling the flask in his mouth for another gulp.

She paused, raising an eyebrow in his direction. “Bluebird, that’s an interesting nickname. And yes, these forts aren’t exactly insulated, you would know taking them above 10,000 feet.”

“So not opposed to Bluebird, noted.” He reached behind him and grabbed a blanket, throwing it in her direction. “And family - mother, father and two sisters awaiting me back in the states.”

“When’s your birthday?” She wrapped the blanket around her, wishing it was a tad thicker. “And how old are you?”

Chuckling, Bucky shook his head. “That’s your grand question, Bluebird? September 8 and 27. You?”

“July 6 and almost 26.” She paused. “Why bluebird?”

He hummed, raising his eyes to meet hers. “Because you remind me of a bird who always needs to be flying to feel free. And bluebirds sing the sweetest songs. Do you sing, Bluebird?”

“Absolutely not, cannot carry a tune to save my life.” A not so lady-like snort sounded from her as she laughed, shaking her head. “You Major?”

Bucky laughed loudly, his laugh echoing off the metal that surrounded them. “I’m no good either but I’m loud. And if you commit with enough enthusiasm then it doesn’t really matter.”

“Well I’m sure it’s a sight to behold, Major. Can’t wait to see that.” She giggled. “What’s your favorite song?”

“Blue Skies - it’s a classic and it’s usually played at least three times in the officer’s club on any given night.” Bucky’s excitement was palpable while his eyes lit up at the prospect of singing in front of her. “Though, I may get a bit nervous singing in front of you.”

A flush crept across her cheeks as she ducked her head in embarrassment. His voice dropped as he took her in. “Awww Bluebird don’t blush. Kinda wanna kiss you if I’m being completely honest.”

She looked up at him as he scratched the back of his neck as his checks reddened. “What’s stopping you?”

“This is a get to know you session, Blue.” He rushed to get the words out as she laughed.

“Wouldn’t that be another way to get to know you?” She challenged, making him laugh.

Scooting closer, he smiled at her. “Trying to show you I’m a gentleman, Addie.”

Scooting closer to him, she reached up and rubbed her thumb along the soft skin of his cheek. She looked into his blue eyes before tilting her head to capture his lips in a soft kiss. He deepened the kiss, pulling her close, silencing a gasp that just managed to escape. Pulling away slightly, his hand cupped her jaw, his thumb running soothingly up and down before kissing her again.

Time passed as they continued kissing in the belly of Our Baby. Pulling back, she laid a hand on Bucky’s chest pushing him back. “Slow down, Major. My brain is all fuzzy and I should probably head to bed.”

Bucky laughed and couldn’t deny her. Pushing himself off the belly, he offered her a hand, making sure she was steady before making his way up. “I had a good time talking with you, Blue.”

“Same, Bucky, same.” She murmured as a yawn escaped her mouth. “I usually am out here every other Friday, sometimes more often.”

Keeping a steady hand on her back as she stumbled through the plane to the open hatch, Bucky watched her with concentration. “Noted Bluebird. Let me go down first to catch you.”

“You think I can’t make my way through the hatch. Bucky? You know how many times I’ve done this?” She put her hands on her hips and gave him a look that did too many unmentionable things to him.

“A few?” He guessed as she cursed then shook her head. “But how many times have you done it with a flask and half gone down the hatch?”

She paused, giving him a look. “Alright, I’ll let you go first in case you need to catch me.”

Watching him slip through the hatch, she heard his boots hit the pavement before she heard his voice. “Let’s go Bluebird.”

Grumbling to she lowered herself down before slipping through the hatch, his hand steadying her as her feet hit the ground. “Want me to walk you back to the barracks?”

Holding out his elbow, she slipped her arm through his as he guided her across the tarmac. And if she let him steal a kiss or two or three as they stumbled back to the barracks, that was between her, him, the bright stars and moon that lit their path home.

Feedback as always is much appreciated. I’m working on the next few parts, so if there anything you’d like to see, just let me know. Thank you for reading!

Chapter 3

#masters of the air #masters of the air fan fiction #john egan fanfiction #John Egan x OC #Addie + John

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plushii-gutz · 3 months

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Season-of-Love special I started on way too late. I hope yall don't mind how short it is‼️ it isn't very romance-related tbh

"Are you two just.. going to lie here all day?"

Attmoz and Glaishur rested cozily on the couch, the air Celestial with one arm around his partner and the other holding the remote to the small television they owned. Glaishur laid sideways, half paying attention to whatever boring show was on and half drifting in and out of sleep. Furnoss stood nearby with his arms crossed, seemingly unimpressed with the couples' lackluster celebration; especially while they had a visitor.

"Good question," Attmoz hummed, pretending to put any thought into his answer. "Uh.. I think we're fine. Need anything, Frosty?"

"I'm good," he mummbled.

"Yeah.. You take your meds?"

"That's not important."

Furnoss rolled his eyes and left to the hallway, annoyed. He might as well check on the rest.

The kitchen was bustling with activities. Schmoochle had been visiting Air Island to celebrate Season-of-Love, and on the final day of this event, they took a little detour to the Celestials residence. Although they primarily wanted to see Attmoz, they knew it was their duty to spread the warmth of love among every monster, especially those who hadn't celebrated Season-of-Love themselves!

As of now, the less lazy of the monsters were decorating cards or putting together bracelets with cartoony hearts and shimmering white, red, and pink beads. Most of them, that is. Some enjoyed the act of getting, rather than giving. However, as Schmoochle had taught, there is plenty of love to go around! Syncopite listened intently.

"Love comes in many shapes and forms," the two-headed monster explained. "Sometimes it's romantic, sometimes it's platonic. You can love a certain toy or game! You can love a certain monster or celebrity! Every monster experiences love in their own ways - you can't do it wrong!"

"Hey," Syncopite sat up, "is it normal to not really be interested in romance? Or feel it, honestly."

"It's completely normal!" Schmoochle assured. "What makes you ask?"

"Just figurin' stuff out."

"Well, we'll always be here to help! We love to help!"

"Who are these cards going to?" Scaratar added. "I've made over 10!"

"Anyone you'd like! In fact, we can deliver them to monsters across every island! They'll never know where they came from, but they'll know that you cared!"

Furnoss stood at the entrance, his irritated expression growing more somber than anything. At least the others were happy with the day. It's the least he could have asked.

He inched towards the front door of the castle, looking back occasionally to make sure no one followed. He wasn't upset when they hadn't.

It was still rather chilly outside, as it had been for a while, but the sun made its efforts to warm the land. So long as the breeze kept calm, it was bearable. Knowing that Sage had left to spend the holiday with the monsters residing farther out from the small town below, Furnoss crept into the woods and far along the trail he usually had. Deep within the trees and far from the castle.

The fire monsters hands were fidgeting with two items: his phone and a scrap of notebook paper. He rolled them awkwardly over his fingers, debating internally. The scrap had a number on it - one he hadn't dared to call yet after the years of having it. It was too soon, he thought. Far too soon. He was told by Ghazt to only call the number if he were truly ready. He didn't want to mistake loneliness for readiness. It wouldn't be the first time.

After an admittedly short debate, Furnoss slowly started typing the number in. He tried to give himself the "what happens, happens" mentality, but he was still scared nonetheless. What if he says the wrong words? What if no one picks up? This could all be a grave mistake. It might as well be - what else has ever come from the firey celestial following his own advice?

The phone buzzed. And buzzed. And buzzed. It doesn't seem as if anyone is going to pick up.

"Perhaps this is for the better," Furnoss said to himself. He nearly dropped his device once the monster on the other end spoke.

"Hello?" The voice said. Although it was muffled, the celestial was able to tell that it wasn't the right monster. It was far too soft and higher pitch; more feminine.

"Uh - sorry!" He stammered. "I-I probably called the wrong number, I'm sorry-"

"Hey, it's cool!" The monster assured. "I don't get calls all too often anyway. I'm always down to hear a new voice!"

"Oh - uh. Well, it.. it seems we have something in common, hehe. I.. don't supposed you're from Ethereal Island?"

"Ethereal? You gotta be joking!"

The other voice laughed, leaving Furnoss with a mixture of embarrassment and a smidge of annoyance. She did catch herself, though, seemingly remorseful for her slip-up.

"You- you're serious? Oh, I'm sorry!" She apologized. "But uh, you do know that it's in a pocket dimension, right? We can't really visit it with a ship or anything."

"I'm aware," Furnoss mummbled.

"The monsters on there keep to themselves, too. Something about unstable elements or whatever.. Did you actually get a number from one of them?"

"I did. I'm not sure how much I am allowed to tell.. in fact, I probably shouldn't be talking to you."

"Oh. Are you like a secret agent or something? Am I gonna be executed tomorrow? Man, Season-of-tough-Love, huh?"

Furnoss couldn't help but chuckle. Although he was a little annoyed with the monsters taunts, it was nice to have a new voice to chat with. She seemed to have the more outgoing personality that he lacked.

"I'll spare you," he joked. "You seem to have a good head on your shoulders. Best keep it there, huh?"

"Hah! You're cool, I like you. I think. What's your name?"

The fire monsters stood for a moment, thinking. He probably should get off call. Then again, what else was he going to do? He didn't have the courage to call Loodvigg anymore, nor did he have the correct number. The rest were occupied. He might as well humor himself.

"Smithy," he eventually answered.

"Nice to meet ya, Smithy! I'm Bell. I'm guessing I shouldn't dig for answers about the whole Ethereal thing, eh?"

"I wouldn't recommend it. It's personal matters."

"Cool, cool. You do know it's Season-of-Love, right? Shouldn't you have the day off from your possibly illegal work?"

"I would have assumed such," the so-called Smithy sighed. "I don't think I've ever gotten a break in my life!"

"Ah, I hear that! My brother, Barney, runs a talk show with a couple of his friends, and he's moving constantly! Always need help with something, too, and who else to call but me?"

"Talk show? That must be nice."

"It would be if they tuned down the challenges by ten notches! One time, he bought these wack-ass stones and shrunk to the size of a damn bug!"

"They - they what?"

"My Galvana, you've never watched it? Here, I'll send you the title!"

Furnoss's phone buzzed, a message of the title now imprinted in his mind. He'll likely be watching this once he gets the chance.

"They do all sorts of dumb shit," Bell continued. "I used to be a member of the live audience! Had to give up my spot once I moved to Earth Island, though."

"Ah. How is it over there? I don't get off my own island much."

"Oh, it's pretty wild. Coal hasn't been around, though. He probably got ticked off my some minor inconvenience again."

"Coal?"

"The Earth Wubbox. He keeps to himself, so I don't blame you for not knowing."

"I see. I know of the wubboxes myself, albeit not personally."

"Everyone knows the wubboxes, but no one.. knows them. They've been around for so long! You'd expect a bit more fans."

"Ah, believe me, being an infinite number of years old can leave you drained."

"You say that like you'd know! But.. yeah, I guess they're probably all old and grumpy."

"I'd believe it!"

Furnoss, despite his original goal not being far too out of reach, ultimately spent the following hours chatting with a Mammott who resided on an island not far from his own. He learned of its environment, the monsters who lived there, the more popular shops. He learned of who Bell was, what her family does, and her past on Cold Island. In return, he gave details of the made-up life 'Smithy' lived.

Smithy was a drumpler - an epic, to be exact. He was self-employed and worked in a small bakery alongside his partner, Deegz, who was a rare Clamble. They lived a simple, long life together. They owned a small house in an even smaller town where everyone kept to themselves, but they always stuck together if disaster struck. Deegz had an interest in the shadows of the world while Smithy enjoyed the comforting warmth of fire. He wanted to visit Fire Haven someday, but as of right now, he was content with what he had. They had their fits, but they were happy.

But Smithy wasn't real. None of his stories were. Neither was Deegz's. It was less of a story for Furnoss. It was a wish. A wish that could never be true. Never again, at least. Such a short-lived dream.

Bell found the 'drumplers' life to be nice. She spoke of her own experiences of love, having met a lovely gal on Cold Island before she had moved.

"I miss her every day," the mammott sighed. "No one seems to know what happened to her. I hope she's alright."

"I'm sure she's fine," Furnoss offered words of comfort.

Someone else seemed to be on the other end alongside Bell. Their voice was coarse, but it was clearly demanding for Bells assistance.

"Aw man, I have to go. I had fun chatting, Smithy! Maybe we can call again sometime in the future."

"That sounds," the celestial hesitated. "Lovely."

Bell said her goodbye, hanging up. Furnoss looked over the number on his cell, realizing an error: he had typed the original number incorrectly. There was still a chance that the other number was..

He silently blocked it, forever hiding himself once more. He left to the castle, bidding a permanent farewell to his friend, Bell.

There was a new air in the old building. Attmoz and Glaishur hadn't moved from their spot, although they changed position to be more comfortable. They were covered in stickers, glitter, a little bit of their fur now colored in markers. It seems the kids grew tired of the cards and moved on to the next best thing to decorate.

"Syncopite!" Furnoss raised his voice, knowing any questions he had wouldn't be answered by the two in front of him. "What happened here?"

"Kids made 'em shiny."

"And.. you didn't stop them?"

"Nah."

"Why?"

"It's funny."

"I don't really care, 'Noss," Attmoz yawned. "I'll let 'em have their fun. Just this once."

Glaishur didn't seem to mind, either, though that could be a result of him having been asleep for most of the process.

"I think I look great," he said with a stretch.

"Are - are your nails painted?"

"That was Scaratar's idea."

Looking around, it seems Schmoochle and Scaratar were cleaning up the mess that had been made while the rest cleaned themselves up. The love monster planned on giving away the mass amounts of cards made to their designated Mythicals, Ethereals, and even other seasonals. It was getting close to the darker end of the afternoon, and there was still much to do as a last hurrah of Season-of-Love.

"We had a wonderful time," the right head spoke. "But we have monsters waiting for us on other islands," said the left.

"I see. Well, I appreciate you stopping by and allowing us to have our own Season-of-Love," Furnoss thanked them. He and the rest said their goodbyes, having enjoyed another holiday. Schmoochle flew out the door, only leaving behind a few small feathers. The fire celestial could only sigh.

"Where did you run off to?" Scaratar asked with a hint of sass.

"Ah, just enjoying the sun. You know how rare it is to have a warm day."

"In fact," Syncopite chimed in, "I think a lil sun would be nice for everyone. How does an outdoor dinner sound?"

The other celestials got into a sort of circle, debating amongst each other in a cartoonish fashion. It was admittedly very funny to see them so focused, but the older monsters kept that to themselves. They ultimately agreed, finalizing their decision with a nod. Outdoors would be good.

"I guess the meeting went well," Furnoss teased. "You guys go ahead and head outside - I'll have Attmoz and Glaishur help me."

"Season-of-Love ain't over," Attmoz perked his head up. "I'm still celebrating."

"Yeah," Glaishur shifted to be more comfortable, "might need a couple of.. months."

"You're a funny lil fella, Snow-Cone."

"I'm feelin' the holiday spirit."

"You Holly and Jolly? Merry as a faerie?"

The cold monster snorted, causing Attmoz to have his own little chuckle.

"You laugh at everything. That wasn't even funny!"

"I don' laugh at everything."

Attmoz sat himself up, facing Glaishur directly. They held eye contact as he slowly moved closer. He whispered.

"Hammed burger."

Glaishur wheezed, nearly falling over from laughter alone. It was hysterical! The air monster fell back onto the couch, dragging his laughing partner with him and providing a plentiful of forehead kisses. Furnoss gritted his teeth.

"That's great," he finally said, clearing his throat. "What should I make?"

"Actually, I think I'll take over," Syncopite said. "You can head on out. I wanna work with the grill tonight."

"Are - are you sure? That's usually my task."

"I might as well practice telekinesis, don'cha think?"

"Around fire? You'll blow yourself up."

"Furnoss, go outside."

"Make me."

It wasn't very hard for Syncopite to chase Furnoss out, more than likely due to the fact that he simply didn't want to be in the castle any longer. He'd never admit as to why, at least not willingly.

Outside, Furnoss was surprised by many cards and loving gifts, each handmade and crafted to the liking of both the kids and himself. Crude drawings of himself on pink construction paper cards, scribbled writings of thanks and love, shimmering stickers with cursive writing, chocolates galore. Schmoochle hadn't left; they stood there alongside the kids, holding up a tray of heart-shaped sugar cookies.

"The cookies were my idea," Torrt boasted.

"I.. I don't know what to say," Furnoss whispered. Syncopite hopped past him to join the rest.

"We've actually had this planned for a while," they admitted. "With Season-O-Love coming up, we decided to kinda mix everything together. How 'bout you guys take care of this old scrap of metal for me so I can get the grill set up?"

"Scrap of what?"

Before Furnoss could process what he had been called, he found himself being dragged from the front lawn and around the back. There, a plentiful of activities had been set out; all of which provided by Hoola, who sat at a wooden table playing a game of tic-tac-toe against herself.

"Finally!" She said with a hop. "What took you so long?"

"Doesn't matter," Scaratar said with excitement, running over to hang out with her seasonal friend. "We're here now! Catch me up - what's the tea over on Seasonal Shanty?"

Although he is still worried about Syncopite's safety, the fire celestial allowed himself this break; just this once. It would be rude not to accept such a meaningful gift.

They played the classics, such as tag, hide-and-seek, simon-says, zuuker-zuuker-gobbleygourd. Hoola provided them with Cornhole, kickball, ring-toss - anything you'd expect at an outdoor celebration, really. As awkward as Furnoss felt, he found comfort from the encouragement the rest provided and was more drawn to the play. It was the perfect Season-of-Love gift.

"You two aren't gonna get up, are ya?" Syncopite asked, turning their attention to the living room.

Attmoz and Glaishur shared a look for a moment, the former giving an annoyed huff and trying to hide his face in the cold monsters hair.

"I'm gettin' up," Glaishur assured. "Just need a second."

"Yeah," Attmoz begrudgingly agreed. "But only to help you out. I'm going right back to sleep after."

"How 'bout afterward you play Elden Sing while I pretend t' know whats goin' on?"

"That can be arranged."

Ordering the others to grab certain items, Syncopite confidently marched outside to join the rest. Furnoss was circling the perimeter, Torrt running behind as fast as his legs would let him. The fire celestial came to a quick stop as Scaratar jumped in front of him, causing him to change directions with a swift turn.

"He has four legs! This isn't fair!" Torrt yelled, pulling at his hair. Scaratar broke out into laughter at the comment.

The three new arrivals shared a look. They decided as a group to indulge in the play a little, perhaps catch up with their summer-song friend. It was a lovely afternoon to share.

#my singing monsters #fallen stars msm #msm #fallen stars au #msm au #fanfiction #Season-of-Love

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Elminx's Gratitude Ritual for the Aquarius Full Moon, August 1, 2023

This is a simple ritual designed to magnify the things that you are already grateful for in your life and send them out into the universe so that they can be multiplied and returned to you. It does not need any fancy supplies though it can be augmented for further power by any number of objects. Here we are using some basic astrology and numerology to further enhance the already strong energy of the super moon in Aquarius.

The Astrology

Tomorrow's full moon falls at 09° Aquarius, making no significant aspects (other than the assumed Sun-Moon opposition) to other planetary bodies. Additionally, Mercury in Virgo will be opposed to retrograde Saturn in Pisces, adding oomph and a bit of weight to the day, and Mars in Virgo will be trine to Jupiter in Taurus.

We are using the energy of Mars and Jupiter's trine in Earth signs to amplify the energy of our abundance. Both Taurus and Virgo are lush signs that like to enjoy life - Virgo season is harvest season, what are you harvesting this year?

It is worth noting that many Wiccans celebrate 8/1 as Lamas, the first harvest in the Wheel of the Year. If that's a part of your practice, you can bring that energy to this ritual as well.

The Numerology

8/1 carries the energy of the Number 8 which represents the circle of life and having to ride its ups and downs and the Number 1 which is the number of beginnings. What you do on the first sets the tone for the month ahead - we are going to set a tone of gratitude.

I am using the symbol of the ouroboros or infinity sign which is the number 8 laid on its side to symbolize sending out energy that cycles through life and returns to us.

The Breathwork

I am going to add a bit of breathwork to this ritual which will aid in the visualization of the ouroboros - if this is uncomfortable for you, you can absolutely skip it.

The Ritual

You will Need 1 piece of paper A Writing Utensil

Find yourself a quiet space where you will not be deserved. This can be at an altar or other sacred space, but I suggest doing here whatever is most likely to encourage you toward a state of gratitude. You could go out into the forest or find a quiet space by a tree in the park. Maybe this is sitting in the middle of your garden or with headphones on a busy subway. I really encourage you to follow your intuition with this.

On the paper list eight things you are grateful for in your life right now. They don't have to be grand adventures - sometimes the thing that I am the most grateful for is the way that my cat chirped at me in the morning. As you do this, focus your energy on the center of your chest. This is where gratitude lives - gratitude creates a warm fuzzy buzz in that area of the body. We are looking to make that energy grow.

There are a lot of ways to do this, but here I want to focus on breathwork. With your mind's eye, see a ball of glowing light in the center of your chest. Sometimes this light is perceived as being green or pink, but if you see a different color that is okay too. You might not see color at all, you may just begin to feel the energy pulsating from that area of your body. If you don't see or feel anything, that's okay - you can continue this exercise with the assumption that it is working or try something else.

If you can perceive this energy ball in the center of your chest, begin to notice the way that it grows as you take a breath in and contract as you breathe out. Take any number of breaths until you start to feel like you understand this motion. Then, on your next breath out, focus on sending that ball of light - and the gratitude attached to it - out of your body as if you are giving it to the room that you are in. Then, as you breathe in, breathe in new gratitude that is coming from the room that you are in. You can try to visualize this as an ouroboros shape with your breathing in being the high point in the figure eight (faced towards you) and your breathing out being the low point.

Ideally, we would like to repeat this breath eight times: breathing in gratitude from the world and breathing out gratitude as a gift to the world. If you can, breathe from your heart; if you don't understand what that means, that is okay, too. If this is a new technique to you, it may take some time to get it right - focus on learning it more than the number of times you breathe.

You can hold the paper in your hands while you breathe or tuck it into your shirt so that it sits against your heart.

When this feels complete to you, come back to your piece of paper. Draw a large ouroboros symbol across your writing and fold the paper up. You should keep it throughout the month of August - you could tuck it into a notebook, put it on an altar, or sleep with it under your pillow. If you need a reminder of good things, you can come back to the paper and read it and perform the ritual again. Or, better yet, if you find new things to be grateful for, you could add them to the list as the month goes on.

On September 1st, you can perform this ritual again to reinvigorate your gratitude or dispose of the paper in any way that feels right to you.

Extras

There are a lot of ways to add some oomph this spell.

The most obvious one is candle magic. You could choose a single candle to burn while performing this ritual or charge a candle during this ritual that you burn afterward (like - for the next eight days!). You could charge your paper with eight tealight candles around it - this one is a great alternative to the breath method if you weren't comfortable with that. You could burn a birthday candle in the shape of the number 8.

If you're a crafty witch, you could build yourself a gratitude box either by making one yourself or decorating something pre-made with things that you are grateful for. Keep it close and keep adding things that represent what you are grateful for to your box.

Furthering the energy of the number 8, you could perform this ritual every day for 8 days starting on 8/1 and ending on 8/8 which has doubled 8 energy attached to it.

You could boost the energy of the spell by casting it at the peak of the full moon - check your local ephemeris to find out when that would be for your time zone. Or, you could boost it by casting during the Hour of Jupiter. (if you do the latter, I would suggest giving an offering to Jupiter for empowering your work)

To combat some of the poor energy of the Venus retrograde, you could charge a rose quartz necklace with your breath of gratitude and wear it throughout the month ahead. This will work as a reminder to come back to your heart and to the practice of being present for the good things in your life.

I have kept this ritual super simple so that you can add any touches that are personal to you and your practice.

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#witchblr #astrology #words #mine #transits #lunar magic #full moon #full moon magic #full moon in Aquarius #numerology #gratitude ritual #8/1

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mare-sanguis · 6 months

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Notes on "Ambidextrous Angle" here

Notes on "Lady Justice" here

Notes on the colors on ep.10 here

Notes on the numbers on the car plae of No.3 and KMC here

The Flowers

@onomatopagu-et-cie brings up the "Great Maidesn Blush" and the bouquets of flowers KMC was holding in his nightmare in the analysis of ep.8 (and ep.9) here

These two things had intrigued me right from the start. Flower language and the mythologies behind them was always such an interesting topic to research thats why I sat down and started my research.

And quite honestly, it took me a LOT of hours to figure out which flowers they could potentially be because its just so blurry but nonetheless, I came up with a few types. Please keep in mind this is all just speculation based on intense observing, comparing of flowers and ceremonial (graduation, work, wedding etc) bouquets.

I marked the flowers with numbers and added pictures for comparison, so its easier to distinquish them when I talk about them and their meanings.

Flower 1 is most definitely a rose- tho I'm not sure what type as there are way too many which also makes it quite difficult to get behind the meaning of the flower. Tho we can base the meaning on the color shown which are orange, white and slight rosé/peach touch.

Orange- Enthusiasm, Energy, Passion

White- New beginnings, Innocence, Purity, Remembrance, Spirituality

Pink- Grace, Elegance, Gratitude, Appreciation

Peach- Appreciation, Sincereity, Gratitude

Flower 2 was a lot more difficult to make out, but my first guess was White Carnation. A friend guessed a White Peony- which in the end does fit the shape of the petals more.

White Peonies are usually used in bouquets for weddings- they symbolize faith, hope, purity and innocence. In general, peonies symbolize new beginnings.

There also are several interesting myths connected to peonies, one goes as followed:

"According to ancient Greek mythology, a divine drama inspired the name of the peony. Like so many stories, this one begins with war. Herakles, the greatest of great Greek heroes, and Pluto, the god of the underworld, find themselves on the opposing sides. During a spectacular battle, Herakles manages to wound Pluto with an arrow to the shoulder. Not being used to being wounded, the god of the underworld retires to Mount Olympus. When he can’t find the god of medicine, Asklepios, he asks one of his students to help him. This happens to be the talented god Paean. He heals the dishevelled deity by sheer talent and a new kind of medicine: a beautiful flower growing on Mount Olympus. Paean’s career as a great doctor is thus set but his teacher Asklepios is deadly jealous. Asklepios decides to murder his student to prevent further embarrassment. Zeus, finding the body of Paean, decides to honour the ambitious student by transforming him into the beautiful flower that saved Pluto’s life.

Flower 3 could be a yellow/orange Gerbera Daisy. The petals and the pistil (center part) look similar. They symbolise innocence, purity, cheerfulness and loyal love. Orange Geberas also convey that the person you present it to is the sunshine of your life. Besides, they also express your attachment with the person. They also are a rather common type of flower found in ceremonial (especially graduation) bouquets

In Egyptian mythology Geberas represent the closeness to nature (mother earth) and devotion to the sun. In Celtic Mythology Gerbera Daisies mean that everyday hardship and sorrow can be lessened and made sweet. It is believed, going by an old Celtic legend that God sprayed these daises over the earth when a child passed away, this was a way to give their parents a little joy. For Norse mythology, one of its legends states that Freya, the goddess of love, fertility, and beauty, has the daisy as her sacred flower.

Flower 4 is most definitely a Hibiscus (Syriacus). The petals are identical and so is the pistil. You can also see the trade mark color fade from a dark color to a light color on the petals. The color is a dark pink fading into a light pink. The pistil is yellow.

They are frequently linked to matters of the heart. Their vibrant, intense colors, particularly the deep red varieties, evoke feelings of love and passion. In some societies, giving a hibiscus flower to someone can convey a romantic message or symbolize the intensity of one's feelings.

The Hibiscus Syriacus is also the national flower of South Korea.

In Hindu mythology, hibiscus flowers accompany the goddess Kali, the goddess of power.

Kali is form of the Devi/Shri, the supreme mother in Hinduism. Devi was willed into existence by the gods, who each gave a piece of themselves to create her, and when she was fully formed, they—the gods—worshipped her in part because she was a perfect embodiment of all of them. This representation was somewhat self-serving: They had been at war with the demon king Mahishasura. During a break in the battle, Mahishasura declared himself Ruler of the Universe and began to march on Heaven to claim his prize with an army of demons. The gods created Devi out of the best of each of them to defend them, and gifted her with things that were sacred to them: Shiva gave her a trident drawn forth from his own, Vishnu a powerful discus, and Indra, the king of the Gods, gave her a thunderbolt identical to his own. Surya, the sun God, bestowed his rays on all the pores of her skin, and Varuna, god of the ocean, gave her a divine crest jewel, earrings, bracelets and a garland of unfading lotuses. So armed, she met the army of Mahishasura and slaughtered them. She met Mahishasura himself and killed him after a fierce battle. So great was her fury that though the fight had ended, she continued to rage through the battlefield. In giving her so many aspects, the gods had also given Devi many forms. Consumed by rage, Devi was had fully given herself over to an aspect of her personality tied to Kali, a goddess known for destruction. The gods realized they needed to stop her, but they were all were afraid. Shiva, the god of time and change (Kali’s male counterpart), went down to the battlefield, and laid down. Kali continued to dance until she looked down and realized she was stepping on Shiva. She was embarrassed because in that form, Shiva was a her husband. She withdrew her rage and to demonstrate her shame, stuck out her tongue, which is how she is often depicted.

-> The red hibiscus is representative of Kali's tongue. But should not be mistaken for her shame. The flower is a symbol of the blood lust that possesses her. With her representing a form of energy, this blood symbolism becomes life-affirming- it ties her to life force.

There also are two (?) flowers which seem blueish-violet.

Which kinda feels like a callback to the OST Part.3 (Blue by Aalia) and how a lot of scene set in the present between KSJ and KMC are submerged in blue tones

If my anaylsis is correct all flowers i managed to find out represent something along the lines of Love, Passion and Loyality which, if you would ask me, ties perfectly into the meaning of the Great Maiden's Blush mentioned in the first letter (by No. 1 Fan) dated June 4, 2019. The meaning of this flower is pretty on the nose "If you love me, you will find out" in the Victorian language of flowers.

The question I'm asking myself now is: Was KMC actually gifted this specific type of flower arrangement/bouquet or was it just something he made up in his dream? Dreams may represent things someone went through in real life, but they usually either add or leave things/details. Plus, Choi Jinsu asks "if he had that dream again"- which indirectly sounds like something isnt adding up with what actually happened that day his mother got killed.

#국민사형투표 #the killing vote #tkv #kdrama

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hello and happy birthday!! I wanted to thank you for your art, your comics always make me smile anytime I see them and I really love how expressive the faces you draw are! Your demon OC's are also very cool looking... would you like to tell something about them? do you make these for some story or just for fun? 👀

Hope you have a good day.. or night!

thank you!!

my demon oc's are just for fun! they belong to a series of stories "demonicismos" which i don't plan on ever writting. sometimes i don't even remember their stories! i always find myself revising these characters and changing stuff about them and how their world works. i haven't got the opportunity to infodump about these uys in years (actually counting for how long some of them have been around is making me sick)

im going to talk a lot about them. like. A LOT

checking the demonicismos tag on my blog led me to discover i have never really posted much about them, despite the fact that i made charater charts in 2020 or something (unavailable to me atm. most drawings of these characters are away from me rn)

nowadays i don't really care much about them. i've thought about doing a digital card game with them like south park: phone destroyer (yes i used to be into south park. im not ashamed of it. im using this example bc i really liked how a kid could only ever be in the battle field one side at the time. if your opponent played character A and you also had that one, you had to wait until they opponent's died. i also thought about playing around with character dinamics. if a character saw someone they hated join their team, they'd join the enemy team and vice-versa. i got distracted so i never started programming it)

currently im mostly trying to redesign the characters as an exercise for myself. these were the original concepts for egil (pink), marcel (orange/red) and antonio (yellow), versus more recently (i am unhappy in regards to marcel and antonio)

Design Rules

my ideas have changed over time and with them how characters should look. first there weren't any rules, i just drew whatever. then i choose that every demon should have horns and a tail even in human form - it would be a reminder of what they lost. they'd never be human again. then i went back and forth on how much demons could change their shape. it ended with all demons having a human form and a demon form, with some having specific shapeshifting habilities but always with horns and a tail (egil can stretch his limbs but mostly does so in order to be the tallest guy in the room) my last rule, added for this exercise, is that all demons always have their human face. the idea came from that undertale quote - "despite everything its still you" no matter what you do its still you. the good. the bad. you. demons can blame their behaviour on the "corruptive nature of hell" but its them

Basic Lore

i debated myself over wheter or not i'd talk indept about worldbuilding lore, which would triple this post's size. let's go through the basics. people die and become demons in hell. hell is divided into numbered layers and where someone goes after they die is judged according to the motto "nobody deserves to suffer". people that actively stopped others from suffering go to layer 1 and people that found joy in other's suffering go to 9. a demon belongs to a layer but can go to the ones below it, but not above (demons from 5 can go to 6,7,8,9 but not 4,3,2,1). demons are souls, and their physical bodies are made of mud transformed by that soul. i was inspired by some papers i read on witchcraft. demons couldn't manifets physical bodies so they'd trick people with smoke, gases and dust in the air a demon can only have one body at a time. if their arm is cut off 1) they reattach it or 2) a new one grows at the same pace the other turns back into mud. if the entire body is destroyed they reform from the mud in ground demons dont need to eat or sleep but feel hunger and sleepyness. hell is a punishement for their behaviour so layer 1 is ok, layer 9 is... not. money is also a thing. because this is hell

demons have powers based on personality and character flaws

a demon's size is based on their strength - how big their soul is - but their human form is the size of their human alive self. there are 3 ways for a soul to grow. 1) feel strong emotions, then rest and absorve those emotions. its important to rest. 2) cannibalism. eating other demons body part will give that part's strength 3) deals. a demon can share their power. deals are fast but demand consent. cannibalism is slow but nobody can stop it

Finally talking about the Characters

i don't remember very well the first story i made. it was about a boy that had another boy living in his head. and the boy in his head was really angry because he couldn't do anything and when he got extra angry things started to burn and melt around them

miguel (or michael or any other version of this name)... actually i just remembered i wanted to do this guy's story

Egil. his original design was based off angel dust from the hazbin hotel pilot and i don't think he has changed that much.

those blue branches on his head are the guy who killed him. there are ways to permanetly end a demon and after egil did that, the dude fused into his head. the pink arms and legs are rubber gloves/boots. he's a biologist, specialized in genetics. his house/layer is full of vats filled with unnatural stuff growing in there. he doesn't have friends, he's prone to anger and always has to be the smartest person in a room - this goes with his tendency to always be the tallest person in a room. his shapeshifting powers come from his unhappines with himself and inferiority complex. he used to love biology but now tries to gain knowledge just so he can know more than the people around him. he gets angry easily so he's an unpleasant person to be around so he doesn't have any friends so he convinces himself he doesn't need anyone and i hope im making sense here

antonio and marcel. father and son. marcel my baby. you deserve a redesign more than anything

back when the stories where set in an alternative earth with history similar to ours, antonio was an italian american. now i don't know. he went around killing fascists and made immortality magic so strong one of those "get rid of you permanetly" things just sent him to hell and is now lodge in his heart. he can remove the sword and use it as a weapon but his beating human heart is there and removing it will kill him permanently (unless you put the sword through another heart) in hell he had time to think and understood that he was only killing fascists to saciate his bloodthirst on people he deemed deserving of death. the true way of ending fascism is with good infrastructure and school system. killing fascists became an hobby

marcel... my sweet son marcel that deserves better colors. rules don't apply to him he can do whatever he wants and i'd let him. technically a cannibal

quick sketch of the sisters. i don't rememeber their names. i dont even remember if they had names. based on a bird and on a pupper/spider. cannibal vs deals

they're both very manipulative. the bird one, the older sister, always got the upper hand at home so the spider one let out her frustrations by manipulating and controlling people. the bird one can turn people to birds and control them if they hear her play her harp. this counts as cannibalism (slow and no consent needed). the spider one manipulates weaker demons into bellonging to her by deals. in their story they end up fighting each other as they scream their frustrations, coming to the conclusion that everything is their mother's fault (wrong)

barbara and barbara, one is based off a carnivorous plant and the other a bear

i had never thought of them as friends until i started the redesigns but now i kinda like the idea. they're both cannibals with my favourite being the plant one. in this drawing she's missing teeth on those big green jaws. she closes them with some guy inside and digests him

i have so many more characters but i've also been writting this the whole afternoon

#i really enjoyed getting to remember all of this #i don't think of these guys very often #so it was nice #xavier #demonicismos

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I'm trying not to do any daydreaming related to a specific house right now because that's a recipe for heartbreak, but the only way I'll stay motivated is if I do SOME kind of daydreaming about the future we're going to have once we get settled in a couple of months. I need to be able to create the path I'm going to be on in order to not just show up there in December and flounder aimlessly. So. Daydreaming under the cut I guess.

I've been thinking about making kitty climbers and a tree for them when we get to the new place from scrap wood, rope, fabric, and other supplies. The wifey and I have been imagining a sort of whole house jungle gym that allows the kitties to scumble around the walls of the house away from the dogs whenever they like, and get some fun kitty exercise, as well as to hide lil packed treaties around for them to hunt for enrichment. They've recently taken to "hunting" the dog's treat pack overnight and stealing all their treats lol, so clearly they could use they stalking time.

I think it'll be really good for all of us to not be so squished up together in such a small space, but adding levels for the cats so they can travel around in places where the dogs can't reach at all should be extra soothing for them, especially Taako who may take a while to adjust to climbing but I think will take to it beautifully once he learns how much freedom and privacy it offers him. Lup loves to climb things and go for adventures already so I expect as soon as she sees a new surface to climb on and smells the catnip on it she will be all over that shit.

I think I might tuck little potted catmint plants around the platforms too for them to nibble on at their leisure. Maybe silvervine for Taako too if I can find it. He can take or leave catnip but he LOVES silvervine. Apparently, it grows trellised, so I may see about growing it on wall mats or in a little window box for them. It'd be great to not have to source our kitty fun time plants from elsewhere anymore.

I want to also try my hand at constructing some sturdy bed crates for the dogs and making my own mattresses for them, rather than buying dog beds. That way each of the dogs can have their own nice little individualized space in the house, a bed, a food bowl, a waterer, and a snuggly. I want to get back to learning crochet soon because it's definitely a skill I want, and I figure a couple of doggie blankets are a perfect practice project. Maybe some easy crochet stuffies for Jaxxie to chew on and Tobi to snuggle with. That ought to be a good number of projects for me to work on too, as I'm settling in and trying to find my routine in the new place.

Between these, painting, establishing the garden, and finding furniture for the place at thrift shops, we should have enough on our hands for a good year of projects for the household. That'll give us time to start making connections, settle into the area, get to know our neighbors, and establish our routines. Year two is hopefully where things really get going.

First of all, in year two, I'm going to be taking on a much bigger role at work, including a title change, a pay increase, and a shift in the type of work I am doing. So financially, we'll be in much better shape, in an area where the cost of living is half what it is here, and with an established garden covering probably about a third of our food costs. If we're lucky, this is the point where we'll be able to get chickens, shifting our food costs down a smidge further (eggs is expensive and we go through a lot) and post up a little "take what you need, give what you can" farm stand with produce and eggs to give away excess food and start collecting a cash savings in addition to our normal one.

Regardless, year two is the absolute latest of when I expect that we'll start working with local food banks and community fridges to donate regular produce boxes for their patrons. My hope is that we can use this as a starting point to get involved with the local mutual aid scene and see what's needed and how we're best equipped to support that need, whether it be financial donations, volunteering our time, resource donations, logistical work, or other legwork. Wifey plans to make a career out of organizing at this point, and I'm happy to say that we're about to be very well set up to support (and finance) that as soon as these last few logistical puzzle pieces fall into place. My career is looking to be in great shape as well, and while I need to keep taking strides and putting in the work to keep it on track (there are definitely places where I am falling down on the job but it is largely due to either a) my brain is still doing a lot of avoidance that I am working to overcome via meds and therapy and b) oh god advancing your career in my field is so fucking expensive and right now i am stretched to my absolute breaking point just getting us through to house-get. I can't even think about CEUs and certifications. But once I'm done with all the deposits and inspections and paying rent I can't afford, I need to make sure that my first priority is getting my tf-cbt certifications and getting as close to emdr certification as I am allowed at my level. I should also really get started on some broader CEUs too, though I can probably find at least one or two good free ones between now and then. I have a couple in my files I can upload to my tracker already I think (hope I remembered to save those certificates!) and at least that would show I didn't completely ignore them for a year after graduation lol. Anyway maybe I'll find one to do this weekend so I can at least have a start on things.

One of the things I'm really looking forward to about being settled is getting to having the space to exercise again. I'm planning to start doing a morning pilates routine and a mid day strength training routine now that I'm going to have a real office and can leave space for myself to have a little exercise corner. I'm hoping that between the structured workouts and the functional work of gardening, I'll finally start to build my body back up now that I seem to be regaining health. I want to feel like I felt during the years I was doing daily pilates and strength training in college, like I used to feel as a kid. Strong, in tune with my body, capable. Not.....like I have been feeling for so long. I can't keep living like this. I need my body to be right, and that means HRT, that means top surgery, that means getting stronger, that means for once in my life not apologizing for my body but reveling in it. I want to get tattoos after top surgery, not to cover my scars, but to go where my nipples would be, cuz like. Why graft nipples back on when you could have cool tattoos, am I right? And I figure, once I have fun nipple tattoos, the world is my tattoo oyster from there lol. That tattoo artist is my tattoo artist for life if they were cool about that project and did a good job. Which works cuz I have like. Three tattoo designs in the works and once we're settled, and I'm making moves on HRT and shit, I can start sourcing queer tattoo artists in the area who might dig the idea of working with me on my ink.

Starting to get tattoos would be step one of allowing the reality of me to exist divorced and separate from professional me. I don't plan (yet) to get tattoos anywhere that would be seen on camera, so while professional me would exist as they always have, up close and personal me would have a different vibe.

Step two is clothes. It's time for me to stop wearing things just because "it fit and I can afford it". With a little luck my office will be big enough for three things: my work station, an exercise corner big enough for a yoga mat, and a sewing station with a sewing table and dress form matched to my body and a tuck away ironing station. I want to start making my clothes from scratch so I can have outfits I actually feel comfortable in. I think I also need to knit myself a good pair of long socks and buy myself an actual quality garter belt. I'm planning on wearing my boots from now on, because they're actually good shoes, but I have to wear socks with them, and in order to keep the socks from rolling down to my goddamn arches at some point during the day because god forbid the sock just stay put nooooo, my leg has to be shaped like the world's best slip n slide. So until I learn more about leatherwork, I'll have to be picking one up. The garters I have never actually keep the goddamn sock because they're just meant for shitty lingerie. I also want to grab a good pair of suspenders. I plan to be the world's classiest goddamn dyke.

Year two should see me in good shape to start doing that, because my body will probably be in a less dramatic state of flux after being on hormones for a while. Obviously the dramatic change of no titty will probably be yet to come, but I can probably bind, or get a good set of corsetry to manage that in the meantime.

Step three of making me again is hair. I gotta figure out this hair thing. I can't just keep letting it growing out completely wild and then hacking it off in a passion only to do the same thing all over again. I need to actually learn how to cut my hair properly into a hairstyle I'll like. I'm gonna give this one another go today because I think I have an idea of how to fix it up a little, but I'm a bit anxious that I fucked it lol.

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47. “Are you holding back? Don’t.”

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Ivar’s warm breath tickles against the nap of your neck—you feel how he stretches you, a delicious buzz of internal pleasure tickles down your thighs, grabbing hold of your ankles and tracing back up to your head. With his total weight resting over you, the slow grind of his hips still manages to rock the entire bed.

You’ve gone silent in your post orgasmic bliss; only small mews and even shorter hums as you lose count of the number of times he’s brought you over the edge. And as your thighs shake against him, Ivar’s mouth stretches into a grin against the salt on your skin.

“Are you holding back?” You hear him ask, his accent ringing fully through his question, and at first, it doesn’t really even register enough to where you can create a cohesive response. “Are you holding back?” He asks again. “Don’t,”

It’s a groan that comes from your mouth at first, without your permission or even realization before your nails are lodged into his back. Pressing crescent shapes against the inked skin and a particularly forceful thrust sends him even deeper.

Ivar moves as if he’s stuck in molasses; dragging his head back to leave his forehead plastered against yours before his mouth finds you. Slipping his tongue in, his hand moves to grasp your cheeks, pressing them slightly before grumbling:

“Open your mouth,” He rasps. And you do. “Good girl,” He hums as the dibble of saliva slowly makes its way from his tongue onto yours. Before you’re even able to swallow it completely, your mouth becomes preoccupied again with his, tongues wrestling and his hips suddenly pick up the pace. Moaning directly into each other, you feel his cock sink deeper, pressing the golden spot inside of you and your toes curl with each pass of pleasure.

“Mmm—inside of me,” You whisper against his lips and you swear that only makes him fuck you harder.

“That’s the only place I want to come,” Ivar rumbles back.

As your moans grow to match the breathing coming from the man above you, you feel yourself tip over the edge a final time as Ivar is right there to see you through it. Holding you close as he feels your walls flutter around his length and it becomes a losing battle to hold himself proper any further. His last few thrusts grow sloppy, chasing his own high and all you can do is relish in the noises he’s making and the sensations swirling through you.

“Ready for it?” Ivar rasps and you hardly have the mental capacity to think of an answer, and instead you nod, whining pitifully before the final slap of Ivar’s hips halt. The man above you groans lowly, a loud string of a noise that carries across your skin as his release spills inside of you. As he comes down you drag your fingers up his back, through the skin that has dampened, and feel the muscles in his back contract. His hips move languidly, suddenly dragging his length and you whine at the overstimulation just as he chuckles at your noises.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry,” You hear him hum.

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