#snow is nice when its the first day that it's set and its all cute and clean and i dont have to go to school yippee

[starrysharks]

#my relationship with snow is VERY NUANCED #first off : snow. cute looking weather nostalgic looks pretty #snow is nice when its the first day that it's set and its all cute and clean and i dont have to go to school yippee #every day AFTER that first snowfall is utter hell. i do not want to deal with that #so in short : i like the look + vibe of being in snow but only for like 2 days at a time

[doki-doki-imagines]

Hii! How was your Christmas?

May I request Bi-Han, Reptile, Liu Kang, Shang Tsung, and Kuai Liang with a s/o who decides to bring back a cat and sneak it into their shared home? And later they decide to introduce the cat to the boys and the cat instantly falls in love with the boys? (Separate please)

Thank you and have a happy new year! :)

author note: I survived Christmas so I can be happy🫡. Hope yours was good too! Happy New Year to you too dear!!!💫💫

warning: I noticed just at the end I changed a bit the prompt, if you want it redone tell me, no problem🫡

Bi-Han: -Battle of glares. The day you bring the cat in Bi-Han sets rules with the little beast. -If the cat tries to get cuddles while he is training with his men, he'll brush it off. -It's a bit depressing how much Snowflake (Snow for friends) loves Bi-Han, who barely scratches its chin, but you, a fool in love with the ball of fur, barely get a pur. -Your photo gallery is full of pictures of the cat sleeping on Bi-Han man-tits (smart kitty).

Syzoth: -He…doesn't really enjoy the cat presence; memories of cats playing with reptiles, 'till they get tired and… better not remember. -Since you mostly take care of Vinny, Syzoth doesn't have to worry much. Doesn't mean he won't jump every time the cat lands on his shoulders. -The first step is taken by the cat, curling on Syzoth legs for a power nap. He stayed still, greenish eyes wide. -You prompt him to caress the little furball head, and he does, slowly, prepared to run away if he senses an attack incoming. -Nothing happens, kitty now purring on his legs; it's a small step.

Liu Kang: -He loves it the second you bring the kitty home. -But there is a problem…Liu Kang is allergic to cats! He didn't think to heal from all kinds of allergies while he was at it. -He'll just look at you two from afar, cooing at you two cuddling. -The kitty will try to cuddle up to him more than once, attracted by his warmth, but if Liu Kang doesn't want to end up in the hospital, you'll have to take it away.

Shang Tsung: -He knows there is a new add in the house, just one foot in the house. -Shang Tsung despises the kitty, its black long fur, its wide soft eyes, his cute mewls… -He loves kitty, as much as he loves you (but not as much as he loves himself). He brushes the cat fur and gives the best food, to have always the shiniest fur. -The cat understands his good intentions, purring and making biscuits on his lap, but the animal still prefers to sleep with you, sensing some danger coming from the sorcerer.

Kuai Liang: -He…doesn't have the best relationship with cats, memories of angry cats scratching him when he was just a kid. -So he was worried that the cat would be wild, hurting you more than anything, but…Sparkle is nice! -Liang loves to scratch her under the chin, obtaining the cutest purs. -Sparkle loves to cuddle up on his lap, biscuits are often made on his chest, tho.

#mk x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk headcanons #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #bi han #bi han x reader #syzoth #mk1 reptile #syzoth x reader #reptile x reader #liu kang #liu kang x reader #shang tsung #shang tsung x reader #kuai liang #kuai liang x reader

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hey girlie, I'm such a big fan of yours!! I think your work is PHENOMENAL, like IM LITERALLY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH EVERYTIME YOU POST. So, the other day, me and my baby cousin were watching Frozen. And you know how there is this one big sweet guy that got mad because he got offended (I think his name is Oaken? You can look him up) and I IMMEDIATELY thought of König. Imagine him having his own little wooden shop( like that man from Frozen) up in the cold Alps, and one day, our dear Engel comes through the door, shivering from the big snow storm outside, saying that she's seeking shelter at least until the storm outside subsides. What would König do?

Omg this is just another cabin König to me! But with a pinch of silliness 🧚🏼‍♀️

Guy wanted some solitude after failing in life big time, he has no interest in socializing (or so he tells himself at night), he’s perfectly happy here in the middle of nowhere with no one to hold close his heart when there’s a blizzard outside…

Even hot chocolate tastes better alone, yeah, and ski trips are nice when you can set the pace yourself and admire the mountains with no one in sight. It’s not like he ever imagined a cute girl beside him on those warm sunny days when the snow looks like gelato and glitter, just the sort of thing he'd wrestle her into and then steal a kiss...

Nor does he miss the sound of soft, light-hearted giggle as he skis downhill to his cabin and heats up the sauna, wondering how lucky he is that there’s so few customers here and all of them are men. Otherwise he would have to be careful when he’s walking around in nothing but a towel–

The bell chimes, and someone comes in, of course it’s a woman, the first woman he’s seen in these parts or in his little shop ever. And here he is, sheened in sweat... Wearing only a thin white towel about his waist, the linen already wet and clinging to his thighs from the heat of the sauna.

There's an actual woman standing inside his humble tradepost, looking like a creature born from wind and snow, like a little Christmas tree decoration that has frosting all over it.

Cute little lips, a kissable mouth; that’s the first thing he notices on her, and he never thought of kissing Christmas decorations before… Men usually look like ice devils when they arrive inside his hut, but this little lady only looks like a winter night’s spirit, a little confused and lost. Her spirit eyes are glued to his junk before they rise to meet his softening stare, and who can blame her for staring when the first thing she sees upon coming in is a half naked man?

“Uh, welcome,” he manages to say while his cock gives a happy little jump under the towel as well, giving its own excited welcome to this woman.

She'd not dressed properly at all for a weather like this – why anyone would insist on wearing a dress in these temperatures is beyond him, but if he was her, uhm, brother or father, he would never have allowed her to go outside without proper winter gear.

Poor thing looks like she’s freezing to death, the bottom half of her dress coated in crystalline snow. If he had known that this lady was out there, trying to get somewhere warm, he would’ve come to her rescue at once…

“Um. Are you the shop owner…?” She asks delicately, still hugging herself from the attempt to stay warm.

“Yes. I mean, no... Uh… This is a trading post,” he stutters with his words, as if talking to women was somehow completely different than talking to men.

She furrows her brows and examines his body again, not at all interested in the items he has in stock. No woman has ever seen him in this state, no woman has ever looked at him like he’s the item here. She looks like she’s not sure if she wants to buy him or not.

“There’s also a sauna,” he says with a hint of pride in his voice, because he is damn well proud to have such luxury here. “Do you want to come…?”

“Do I want to come to the sauna…? With you?”

“No, I mean, you can go by yourself. It’s free of charge for the ladies.”

Such brazen discount he came up with just now, desperately wanting for her to stay. Besides, she needs the warmth after whatever adventure she’s been through. It would not be gallant to charge her for warming herself and getting that dress dry.

He wonders how she would look like in one of his woolen shirts. She would have to wear his clothes after the sauna, of course, he has no spare women’s clothing here. He will have to remember to be apologetic about it while presenting her with his clothes, secretly hoping they will catch her scent once she snuggles safely inside them and thanks him for everything he's done for her so far... She would probably look the cutest in his dark green knit, or the midnight blue one...

“Oh,” she says, slowly warming up to his offering. His cock is more than half hard by now, and he clasps his hands in front of it, trying to feign the movement as a casual posture shift although he’s anything but casual and relaxed.

And she’s not easy to trick; he might as well have pulled the towel away and shown her his cock in all its glory. She eyes his covered erection with a cat-like curiosity, a small little smile playing on her lips. Long lashes reveal a playful stare, slowly melting under the dim lamps of the cabin.

“I mean, of course you can come with me, if you want…”

Shit... That just came out of his mouth even if he tried to swallow the words. The inviting smile on her lips starts to quiver: she’s stifling a laugh, she’s giggling at him.

A flush rises on his cheeks, he can feel it, the erection now jumping against his palm, wildly and demandingly, as if wanting to join her in her mirth.

#this is so silly lmao #I'm just imagining him lounging at the sauna #maybe jerking himself off #languidly cause he's finally somewhat relaxed #he's trained himself like pavlov's dog that sauna time = fapping time #and now he's supposed to go to the sauna with this BABE and tell his erection that now is not the time??? #impossible!

[yeonzzzn]

⛸️snow & candles: sunghoon

a you complete me series: one / seven

pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader

word count: 2.1k

synopsis: the first snow fall of december just happened to be on sunghoon’s birthday

genre: established relationship, vampire!sunghoon, witch!reader

warnings: mentions of blood, reader has long black hair and facial piercings, stubbornly cute birthday boy sunghoon ♡

p1: vampires bleeding mlist

☾ sunghoon(1) | niki(2) | heeseung(3) | jungwon(4) | jake(5) | jay(6) | sunoo(7) ☽

You were the first to wake up this morning, leaving Sunghoon alone in the bed you share. The blanket pulled up to his nose as he was cuddled up on his side. 

You quietly changed out of your pajamas and into a nice ripped pair of skinny jeans, your black combat boots, your favorite gray long-sleeved shirt, and a brown cardigan sweater. 

Sitting at your vanity, you pulled your favorite rings onto your fingers. The scars from the burns that Dorian caused that unfortunate day, were now a light pink and not as noticeable, which you were thankful for. Sunghoon loved your scars, always saying they are proof of how you survived and how closer you are to a human than he was. Unfortunately, you still hated the scars after the full year since the events unfolded. 

You pulled your long black hair into your famous braid, leaving your bangs to fall beside your face. You changed out your black nose ring for a pretty silver to match your eyebrow piercing. 

You carefully slipped out of the bedroom, leaving Sunghoon to continue sleeping in peace. 

It was barely eight a.m. as you rushed to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. 

You poured the beans into the coffee maker and pressed the blind button, watching as the machine did its magic. 

The next on your morning bucket list was to pull Sunghoon’s birthday cake from the freezer. 

You were up all night baking it for him. Sunghoon told you to not worry about his birthday, that since he has eternity his birthday is just another regular day. But you didn’t share that opinion. 

It’s the first birthday you were spending with him, due to the unfortunate fact that Dorian’s stupid ass was causing problems and by the time everything was over, Sunghoon’s birthday was past. 

You pulled the blue and white cake from the freezer, carefully setting it on the crystal cake stand on your kitchen table. 

The coffee pot buzzed to show it was ready. You grabbed Sunghoon and your coffee cups from the cabinet, pouring coffee into your cup first, knowing Sunghoon would wake up at any minute at the smell of the coffee. 

You place cream and sugar into your cup and mix it with the coffee then sit down at the table, placing the cup to your lips, feeling the warmth. 

You took a few sips before looking around the empty kitchen and living room. 

After the ending of Dorian, one by one the pack members moved back into their own homes, except, of course, you and Sunghoon. 

Sunghoon and Jake shared an apartment before you and __ returned to them. So once it was time to leave the safe house, Sunghoon left the apartment to Jake and his mate. 

Sunghoon and you decided to buy this farmhouse outside of the city. You weren’t a city girl and Sunghoon was okay being wherever you were. So the farmhouse it was. It also made sense to live here, it made it easier for you to practice your magic peacefully without having to watch your back. 

You glanced at the photos of you and your vampire that filled the walls of the home along with bookshelves for your magical books of spells and all your witchy knickknacks. One family photo of the pack hung above the fireplace, everyone was in a group hug with massive smiles on their faces. It was one of your favorite photos. 

You took more sips of your coffee, wondering when your pretty vampire would rise from his coffin. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see something fall outside through the window. 

You quickly glance up, your mouth forming into a smile. You finished the rest of your coffee, jumped from your chair, and rushed back to the bedroom. 

Your birthday plan for your vampire was to wait for him to wake up, share some coffee and kisses as you give him his cake and sing him his birthday song then spend the rest of the day doing whatever he’d liked. But now everything changed and it felt like fate. 

Sunghoon was still sleeping in the same position as earlier, which made it perfect for you. 

You knelt beside the bed, brushing your fingers against his cheek. 

Sunghoon melted at your touch, shifting his face slightly up and more into your hand. His eyes softly fluttered open, and then slowly closed again. You could tell he was practically still asleep. 

“Good morning, my love,” you whispered, rubbing your thumb over his jawline, “Time to get up.” 

Sunghoon softly groaned, shoving his face into the pillow. 

You rolled your eyes. You should have known he was going to be stubborn. 

“Get up bloodsucker, you’re burning daylight.” 

Sunghoon groaned again into the pillow, “Don’t want to.” 

“Come onnnnnn,” you said shaking his shoulders, “You can sleep when you’re dead!” 

“I am already dead,” he retorted, “Leave me alone.” 

You sighed, having to go to your last resort. You didn’t want to spoil what was happening, but you knew it was the only way, “It’s snowing outside.” 

And that’s all it took for him to climb out of bed and rush to the closet to change, “Well shit you should have said that earlier.” 

—

You followed behind Sunghoon as he ran out the front door, jumped off the porch, and ran through the snow. 

You wrapped your cardigan tightly around you, watching how happy your vampire was as he fell into the snow. 

You loved him. Oh god, you loved him and his beautiful smile. 

Sunghoon sat up in the snow, waving to you to join him. 

You carefully made your way down the steps, seeing that they iced over during the night. 

The way Sunghoon was sitting in the snow reminded you of a penguin. You always swore he had to have been a penguin in his past life. 

Sunghoon held his hand up, “Wait!” 

You stopped walking, raising a brow at him, “Yes?”

He pulled his phone from his pocket, “You look so beautiful with the snow falling into your hair, I need a photo of it.” 

“Hurry up, I’m freezing and want to go back inside.” 

You posed for the photo, waiting patiently for him to close his phone back into his pocket. 

He held his hands out to you, “Help me up.” 

You groaned as you reached your hands for his, only to be betrayed in the end. 

Sunghoon’s smile grew wide as he gripped your hands and pulled you down to him, rolling you over into the snow. 

“Sunghoon! Goddamnit!” You snapped, tossing snow at him. 

Sunghoon grabbed the hems of your cardigan and pulled you in for a quick kiss. His cold nose brushed against your skin, “Lighten up hex girl, it’s the first snow of winter.” 

You glared at him but decided to let it go since he was the birthday boy. 

As the sun rose more and the snow slowly stopped falling from the sky, the reflection of the light hit the large pond, catching your attention. 

You glanced behind your mate, seeing the pond completely frozen over the night. 

You smiled, happy that this day kept getting better. 

“Baby, the pond is frozen over.” 

Sunghoon didn’t hesitate to run back inside the house to grab his ice skates. 

—

You sat on the porch with another cup of coffee as you watched him skate. 

The pure joy on his face as he danced away on the ice. 

When the two of you picked out this farmhouse, the first thing Sunghoon mentioned was how excited he’d be once the pond froze over so he could skate. You bought him a pair of skates after that. 

You check the time on your phone, it’s almost eleven a.m. Sunghoon hasn’t drank yet today, and you still wanted to give him his cake. 

“My love!” You called for him, watching as he came to a spot. 

“Yes, my princess?” he yelled back. 

“It’s time to drink, come inside and warm up!” 

Sunghoon pouted but nodded. He knew if he didn’t listen, you would continue until he did. 

Sunghoon skated to the edge of the pond carefully stepping off the ice and into the snow, sitting down on the bench he placed there to switch out of his skates. 

While Sunghoon was busy changing back into his normal shoes, you quickly rushed inside the house. Placing the candles on the cake, lighting them with a snap of your fingers, and picking up the cake stand carefully. 

You grabbed a blood bag from the fridge on the way back out of the kitchen. 

Sunghoon stood from the bench and turned to see you standing on the porch with a cake and blood bag. What a beautiful combination. 

Sunghoon scoffed and smirked, shoving his free hand into his pocket and he walked over to you. 

Sunghoon hated celebrating his birthday. It was just another day for him. When you get to live forever, birthdays aren’t something to celebrate anymore. 

He couldn’t help but stare at you. His heart raced faster at your beautiful smile. God, he was so lucky. You made living for eternity so worth it. 

Sunghoon carefully walked up the steps, “I told you we didn’t need to celebrate my birthday,” he teased. 

You handed him his blood bag, “It’s our first time getting to celebrate it as a couple, let me have this bloodsucker.”

Sunghoon mimicked you, earning him your death glare. 

He smiled at you as he took the top off the bag and took a few sips of the blood, his eyes going back to the cake, “Don’t you know vampires don’t eat?” 

You rolled your eyes, letting out a groan, “God you fucking annoy me.” His chuckle filled your ears, “You guys CAN but it just doesn’t do it like blood does. Just see this as a small snack.” 

Sunghoon raised his brows at you, “That’s a massive cake, what’s small about it?” 

“Oh my god just finished your blood so you can blow out the candles and make a wish. Shit, you piss me off, bloodsucker.” 

“Woah, hold it there hex girl, I am the birthday boy, remember?” 

Sunghoon loved teasing you and wanted to continue, but decided to stop for now. 

He set his skates down on the porch and quickly sipped the rest of the blood, tossing the empty bag into the outside trash can. 

“Okay, I am ready to blow out the candles.” 

You smiled brightly, singing him a happy birthday, “Now make a wish!” 

Sunghoon didn’t even have to make a wish, he already had everything he needed. 

He blew the candles out, then took the cake stand from your hands. 

“Did you make a wish?” You asked, watching as he set the cake down on the outside table, “Tell me what you wished for!” 

Sunghoon wrapped his arms around you, pressing your body against his, leaving no space between. 

“Baby, I don’t need to make any wishes when you’re right here with me already.” 

You pouted your lips at him, “Awe that’s so sweet and super fucking gross.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “You are so annoying, this is why witches and vampires don’t get along.” 

“Yet you’re stuck with me anyways.” You sang. 

Sunghoon nodded, carefully brushing your bangs out of your face, “And I am so thankful that I am.” 

Sunghoon wouldn’t know what he would have done if something happened to you a year ago. The time he spent alone when Dorian stole you from his side was a literal hell. He never wanted to experience that again. 

The pain he had to feel every single day. The sleepless nights. The endless thoughts of what he would do if you never returned to him or worse, if Dorian took you from him permanently. 

He stared deeply into your doe eyes, swearing he wouldn’t ever let anyone touch you again. He would kill anyone who would warm you again. 

Sunghoon took your chin between his fingers and lifted your face for a kiss. You tighten your arms around him as you softly kiss him back. 

You felt something wet drop on your cheek, looking up at the sky, “It’s snowing again.” 

Sunghoon also glanced up, his wide smile that showed off his natural fangs returning, “It’s like it’s snowing just for me.” 

You cupped his face, forcing him to look back at you, “Happy birthday, my sweet vampire, I love you so much.” 

Sunghoon planted a kiss on your forehead, squeezing you tightly, “I love you so much more.” 

If every birthday was like this for the rest of eternity, Sunghoon wouldn’t mind celebrating it every year with you again and again. 

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[dollygirl808]

Ch 1 of A Helping Paw

Obsessive! Werewolf/Weredog 141(+extra) x Chubby! OC Freya

Freya was just trying to have a nice, relaxing getaway vacation with her boyfriend to her old childhood home, to get away from the loud, crowded city, when a big, kind of obsessive dog quite literally forced his way onto her lap and into her life. All of a sudden, there's a second dog. Then another, and another, until suddenly she found herself with a whole pack of dogs! Little does she know, they're all werewolves, not real dogs, and they're all a little (lot) in love with her.

Masterlist

Freya breathed in the crisp, fresh air of the back country as she settled in the handmade wooden bench swing, thick legs tucked under her and curled up in what was probably a real furred blanket, thermos cup sat in her lap and a book held in her hands. She was finally going to get around to reading the book she brought with her, a collection of spicy monster stories to pass the time.

It only took her a week and a half to open the thing, already over halfway done with her getaway vacation, that she was supposed to spend the majority of time being with her boyfriend, Jake.

Of course, he had to complain about it being too cold even though it was technically summer and wasn't even snowing, and then he got sick and acted like the world was ending. Even though it was more likely just sinuses acting up due to the pressure changes, and he was only sick for three days.

They had a couple of cute date nights, one even in town at the most adorable little seafood restaurant by the lake, another out shopping for cute memories and little knickknacks, and another inside watching an old movie she loved as a kid on the nice big wall-mounted TV in the living room, eating popcorn and deer jerky and local-made beer.

It had been really fun, in between all of their bickering little spouts where he nitpicked and insulted her childhood home, where she grew up with her parents and grandfather, pointing out all the small little differences and imperfect coloring in the wooden beams, all fit together by hand by her grandfather and great-grandfather.

But she wasn't here to fight, she was here to relax and get away from the stresses of the big city, clear her mind and get ride of her writers block.

So she sank into her book, gets a good thirty pages in before the sound of rustling leaves had her looking up, and spotting a massive, chocolate brown dog standing just outside of the treeline, striking baby blue eyes standing out against the fur.

She can't tell if it's some sort of wolf dog hybrid or maybe just an all brown German shepherd, albeit a massive one. Perhaps a wolf German shepherd hybrid? She blinked at the dog curiously, setting down her book, and it broke eye contact first, glancing down as it sniffed at the grass.

It just sort of lingered in the area, nosing around the grass and occasionally glancing up at her, fluffy brown ears perked foward. Doesn't approach, doesn't bark, doesn't show any aggressive signs.

From afar she can sort of see a black collar around its neck, so she assumed it was just a neighbor or hikers pet who wondered off. Someone might come by to collect him, or call him back, or he'll just wonder off again on his own. She's pretty sure one of her closest neighbors has a dog for two, used to hear the bark or howl on occasion when she was kid.

Then again that was a long time ago- he might not even live there anymore, not that she's really had any time to say hi to anyone. Not worried about the dog, she goes back to reading.

---

Freya sipped at her hot chocolate, then nibbled on her local treat she bought when she went into town yesterday as she finally gets to the fun part of the story, when suddenly she heard the old steps creek and looked up only to be met with bright blue, curious eyes. She let out a shocked shout as she spotted the dog much closer than before, two paws on the bottom steps of her porch.

He had managed to sneak up on her completely silently, not that she was particularly paying attention to it with her nose in her book, but it still startled her.

She took a calming breath to help ease her nerves as he climbed the steps with a bit of hesitancy, head ducked and ears relaxed, like he recognized that he'd scared her- even if only briefly. She tried not to panic as it stood between her and her front door, blocking her only reasonable escape. It wasn't here to hurt her, probably, but that didn't mean she loved feeling trapped.

"Hi pretty boy," Freya cooed softly, staying where she was, "Are you friendly? Can you sit?" She asked, and the massive pup took a few more steps forward before sitting down in front of her, tail thumping softly against the wooden panels.

"Oh, that's a good boy," She praised, and carefully held out her hand knuckles first incase he decided to give her a warning nip. He sniffed curiously at her fingers before giving her whole hand a lick, long tongue lapping between her fingers.

She took that as a sign of friendship and gently pat between his ears, and immediately he stood up and bullied his big head onto her lap, nearly knocking over her thermos and little bowl of snacks.

It made her laugh, and she ruffled the fur on his neck while checking his collar for a name, and maybe the number of his owner if they were responsible. After some amount of struggling, considering he kept nosing at her arms with his long muzzle and practically demanded to be pet more, she found out his name is Soap and managed to dial the number on the back of his tags.

It immediately goes to voice-mail, and she's not too surprised or dissapointed, good consistent service is hard to get out here, so she left a message, "Hi! My name is Freya and I think I've found your dog, Soap?" He perked up at his name.

"He just wondered up to me on my porch, beautiful big brown boy, he hasn't given me any trouble or anything. I'm not sure if you live close, I used to live out here in the country side and I moved away a few years ago, but I'm just here on vacation. Anyways, give me a call back whenever you can and I could drive him back to your house or we could meet up somwhere in town, depending on where you live. Promise he's safe with me for the time being and I'll take care of him as best as a can until then, but I hope to hear back from you soon." She hung up then, putting her phone away as she pet him.

"Guess you're stuck with me for a while, huh boy?" She asked, rubbing her thumb over his ear, "Let's get you some water, yeah?"

Soap backed up to give her room as she stood up, gathering her little blanket and cup and snacks and book in her hands before leading him inside, dumping everything on the couch before digging through the bottom cabinets and looking for her grandfather's dogs old bowl, buried behind pots and pans. It's just a cheap flimsy metal bowl with a little raised bone on the front, and she fills it up in the sink before placing it down on the kitchen tile.

Only after she stood up did he lap at the water, and Freya left him to it as she went to her bedroom to get changed, he was going to need some food after all, and a few leftover peices of turkey wouldn't cut it. He was absolutely massive, after all.

It took her a moment, but eventually she settled on the outfit she wore when she went into town on the first day, a long white skirt with roses and a high slit along with a long sleeve red top that had a sweetheart neckline. There are only a couple of months where it's actually warm enough to show some skin, and that's why she was here at this time of the year instead of any other.

It would be hard to fully enjoy a getaway vacation with her boyfriend if they were both bundled up under layers and layers of proper winter gear, after all.

She dug around in a closet for an old leash, it's leather and peeling but it'll have to do. She hoped Soap wouldn't give her any trouble being leashed up.

"Soap, come on boy. Wanna go for a car ride?" She asked in a high pitched voice, half bent over and half leaning on the back of the couch to do the strap on her red and tan platform wedge sandals, with little bows over the edge of the open-toed shoe. Her toenails were painted white match her perfectly manicured nails, this was supposed to be a lovers getaway vacation after all.

Soap abandoned the bowl as soon as she called his name, nearly running into her legs in his excitement. He lapped at her tan calf peaking out through the slit in her skirt and let out a happy ruff.

He tried to nose and sniff at her crotch through the skirt no less than three times while she attempted to do up her other ankle strap, but eventually stopped and sat patiently when she just pushed his wet nose away with a playful scolding every time.

Freya opened the back door to the red truck, and he hopped in before she could even say anything. She gave him a quick pat between the ears and some praise before climbing into the driver's seat, tossing her brown bag and leash onto the passing seat and connecting her phone to bluetooth to play music.

Just after she's buckled up and about to turn on the car, Soap jumps over the center console and sits himself in the passenger seat instead, kicking her things into the floor space as he settled on his side, body laid over the console and big paws and head in her lap.

She attempted, and failed, twice to lift him up and get him off of her, at least put him on the center console instead of on her lap, but he doesn't budge even one inch, even thinks it's a bit of a game as his tail thumped happily against the car door. It doesn't take her long to give up, he clearly just wants to be close. Maybe this was what he was used to?

When she started driving, she took it very slow at first, wanting to make sure he wouldn't move around too much or misbehave. No one else is really around anyways, so she can afford to go like 20 miles an hour while she tests the waters. To his credit, the pup behaves perfectly and eventually she speeds up to the speed limit, and it only takes them an hour to get into town.

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After parking she turned the car off, took off her seatbelt and leaned over the fluffy menace to get her bag and the old leash, resulting in a few slopy doggy kisses to her face and neck that she has to wipe off when she sits up.

"Soap, gross!" Freya complained, half-smiling half scrunching up her face as she lifted the bottom of her skirt to get rid of the warm slober he left behind.

She hooked the leash on him no problem, then hesitantly opened her door and got out. "Come on boy, be good and don't pull me please," She called, patting her thigh to encourage him to come out. She tightened the leash in her hand when he stood up, but he only hopped out nice and easy, and stood next to her as she closed the door.

"Good boy, good boy," She cooed, patting between his ears. He soaked up the praise, nearly knocking her over with his weight alone as he leaned into her legs and touch, brown fluffy tail kicking up dust as it wagged.

She stepped back, snorting at the way he stumbled and almost fell without her support. "Let's go Soap, c'mon," She told him, holding the leash loose ad she walked forward confidently.

Immediately, he fell into step next to her, almost a perfect heel. Didn't stray far enough for any tension to be on the leash, only let his nose fall to the ground when a scent was particularly interesting, and barely paid a glance at people walking by, complimenting and cooing at him fron afar.

Freya thought that whoever owned Soap must be pretty good at training and raising dogs, because he's essentially a perfect gentleman. They walk into the local pet shot without any problems, and she said hi to the worker before trying to find him some food that he liked. That was the only problem they had the entire time.

She bought another bowl, because she only had one at the moment and he would need water and food at the same time. She also bought a few toys and chews, because she didn't need anything in her old family home to end up broken or chewed on, the entire house was made of wood after all. She even bought a new leash, a simple black nylon leash that wasn't pealing and practically as old as she was.

And if she felt a little ridiculous for buying all of these different things, despite the possibility that he'd be gone within the next couple of hours? Well, Soap couldn't possibly judge her for those things. Maybe she was being a little much, buying him toys and treats like he'd be sticking around for a while, but she needed something to do while her boyfriend was out and about without her, on a hike at a nearby national park with a tour guide for most of the day.

He'd be back either super duper late, around 3am or 5am, or he'd take a rest at a hotel and drive back in the morning and get home at around 10am. Either way she'd be alone for the day, simply because hiking with Jack wasn't very fun.

Not that she didn't enjoy it, she'd spent plenty of her childhood exploring the surrounding woods both with her father and alone. Hiking with him just felt like a massive production that was about doing it to brag that you did rather than because you enjoyed it, which really sucked all the fun out of it.

She had already promised Soap she'd buy him all those things, let him pick and choose which ones he wanted, so she couldn't possibly go back on her word now, even if she felt a little silly.

When the worker offered her a couple pieces of different kibble for him to sample after she explained her situation, he turned his nose up at all of them, some he didn't even bother to sniff before knocking them out of her hand or just completely ignored them. It was like he didn't even consider it edible!

To be fair it was dry dog kibble, but also on the other side wasn't he a dog?! Just what the heck was his owner even feeding him, anyways? Raw meat?

The idea clicked in her mind, and she sighed. "You're a spoiled boy aren't you?" Then she turned to the worker and asked about raw food, to which she sadly explained that they didn't have anything like that here, which wasn't surprising. Thankfully, she directed her to the buchers just on the outskirts of town who might be able to help. So, naturally, she loaded up her temporary pup and headed out there.

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[misguidedasgardian]

The Lifeaters (I.5)

V. Back Home

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: You never expecting entering Hogwarts was going to bring you… so much change 

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, 

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Notes: I’m cutting first year to 8 chapters only… jeje they are just babies yet and like I said, this is for setting the tone for what comes next… jeje

You were fairly smart, you were, the point is, you were truly outstanding in things that TRULY interested you, so you learned when the Slytherin Quidditch team practiced, and you would sit in the boxes no matter how early or how late, scribbling in a small diary you started to call your playbook, writing and describing all the plays, it was quite fun, even Marcus Flint and Terrence Higgs, the players noticed and waved at you

“Are you going to try out next year?”, he asked 

“Of course”, you’d answer happily

And from then on, you became some sort of cheerleader for the team, even helping them in planning plays after the Hufflepuff VS Ravenclaw match that of course you watched and made Draco watch it too.

You were happy, you felt at home in Slytherin and even in potions class

“Who can tell what would happen if I add to the concoction a rat’s tail?”, asked Snape, “Basilik?”, you swallowed hard and looked at home ide eyed

“It would cause a purple colored-explosion?”

“Are you asking me?”, he asked back, annoyed, raising one of his eyebrows. It was the longest seconds of your life, you stammered as Granger raised her hand

“no Ser, i’m saying”, you managed to mumble, and you could swear you saw a hint of a smile on his face

“Indeed”, he said quickly, “5 points for Slytherin, anyways…that is why you must be very carefully in selecting rat’s hair on the back of said rat instead…” and the class continued without a hitch, you and Draco exchanged big smiles at the points given

And the smile couldn’t be wiped out of your face for the rest of the day. No matter how much Matthew teased you, Draco was making everyone laugh telling you how the Gryffindor team was going to replace Potter with a wide-mouthed tree frog.

You always admired Draco’s sense of humor

The days were already shorter, and even started snowing, Snape’s class was in the dungeons and it got really cold down there, so you had to put on your gray jumper under your cape, but you were really happy because, you had been paired up with Theodore for a couple of classes for a special brew, and it made you giggle

Theodore Nott, your housemate, friend of Draco, he was very cute and sweet, he smiled softly at you, he had this beautiful green eyes that look a bit sad but its because they way they are shaped, you and daphne had discuss it at length 

You acted a bit dumb when you were near him, but you thought Snape had paired you both together because you could defend yourself pretty good in Potions, but he was useless in that subject, you had to carry it for four weeks, but you were happy to do so.

Now you were in the common room with Theo, you weren’t allowed in the laboratory after classes, so, the only place you could hang out and study properly, besides the library, but they didn’t let you bring potion making instruments… So here you were.

“It’s ¾”, you said softly, “not 3,4”

“Oh sorry”, he muttered, you only smiled, knowing that little error could make the potion exude a lethal smoke that would kill you both

“You still on that?”, the peace and nice atmosphere that you had created was eliminated by barely a sentence of Draco, who showed up accompanied by his own partner, Matthew

You could see Theo’s face twisting in discomfort

“We just hadn't had the time”, you said simply

“We finished days ago”, they didn’t leave, they just sat there in the leather couch next to the table that you were working on 

You finished the best you could, feeling like you were being watched, and you had to use the loo so you left them to go to the bathroom

When you came back, you heard them

“I don’t know why she keeps insisting on the potion, maybe she fancies me”, muttered Theo, “and that’s why we keep working together”, and that broke your little heart. Draco frowned at this, without noticing you

“She doesn’t fancy you”, he said, with a disgusted face, and you had never been more grateful, especially with Matthew laughed at Theo

You pretended like everything was fine, you tried to ignore Theo’s guilty face, he was embarrassed, it was him that didn’t understand potions, but he was embarrassed to say so, and then, you were relieved that Draco stayed there with you.

“So, if I make this potion wrong it can explode?”, muttered Gaunt as he read your scribbles in the parchment, “interesting”

“No it's not”, you said quickly, “many potions could explode”, you said then quickly, Mathew and Theo exchanged looks that didn’t promise anything good.

They actually made the potion explode, underneath Filch’s desk, luckily he wasn’t there but Mrs Norris’ tail caught on fire that thankfully they were able to extinguish without much damage to the poor cat.

You found it horrible

But Matthew and Theo laughed 

You loved cats, and even though her being there was a sad accident, you couldn’t shake the bad feeling of your gut.

Matthew was a bit mean, and when you remembered him bringing the pumpkin to life… before he started carving it, it brought you chills.

Professor Snape was called, and Slytherin was taken 50 points.

When you were alone with Theo, he kept being nice to you, and the last class that you needed to work together, he ripped the page of the potion off of his book, and he folded you a snowflake with magic

You felt so happy you became giddy, even though he had lied to your friends 

As the weeks went by, the floor started to become white, as the snow started to stick 

But snow would only mean one thing… that you were most excited about

Christmas

Christmas is coming!

Between classes, and making friends, days turn into weeks and even months, and you were barely realizing it, Christmas was around the corner.

Every year you spend Christmas Eve with your Aunt, and then the next day you were invited to the Manor to spend the day with the Malfoys and their friends until the evening where you attend their annual Christmas Ball, it was always breathtaking, witches and wizards in their best dress robes ni black, white or red, and the decoration and food was out of this world

And this year, according to your aunt, it was going to be no different, you had three weeks of christmas break to go home, and you were going to spend it with Draco, the Malfoys and your aunt

You packed your trunk religiously, and even Umbra hooted in her cage happily, like she knew she was going back home

None of your teachers had left any homework, unless of course Professor Snape, who had given you a list of items you could find to make potions, so you needed to fetch them from your house or garden, he assured you they were things that could be easily found, trying to prove that potions could be brewed from almost anything

Anyways

You found Blaise in the great hall, he was staying at Hogwarts for the Holidays

“My mother is spending christmas in Greece with her new husband”, he muttered sadly

“I’m sorry Blaise”

“Other people are staying, so it's fine”, you had to go, Draco, from the other side of the Hall, was waving at you to go 

The train ride back to London was very pleasant, Draco couldn’t stop boasting about his list of presents and how he was sure he was going to get everything he wanted, he asked you about what was in yours, but you only had three items… a Nimbus 3000, Quidditch riding gear of the Holyhead Harpies and a dragon

You knew you were being silly, but you always wanted a Dragon, a small one would suffice, you had seen them, miniature versions of real dragons, that you could handle. 

And you promised your aunt that you could sell your current broom, a Quicksilver 2.0, so you wouldn’t have two, you were hopeful, you had been saving from your allowance, but still, professional brooms such as those had to be purchased by an adult 

So you were now even more hopeful, but you were surprised to discover actually Matthew was going to spend Christmass in the Malfoy Manor as well

When you’d ask Draco about his family, he would answered with evasives, probably he didn’t know who he was either

But still you found it odd

You forgot about personal compartments, your group of friends had gotten so big you preferred those open ones with tables on both sides so you could all speak to each other

You had gotten accustomed to being around them all day and even nights, it was going to be a bit sad when you got home, only you, your aunt and some house-elves.

“Are you going to the ball?”, you asked Pansy who was sitting right next to you, as you were seated on the other side of the aisle with the girls

“Yes, my parents were invited”, she muttered

“Mines too”, muttered Daphne

“It will be fun”, you said with a big smile

“Why are you and Draco so close?”, asked Milicent as she leaned in and whispered to you

“We are best friends”, you said softly

“But why?”, she insisted

“We know each other since I can remember, our parents are really close”

“Do you like him?”, she teased

“No”, you answered quickly, “he is my best friend”, all girls were looking straight at you, like they were cornering you, “for real”, you insisted, and that seemed to calm them as they giggle

“I think Theo is really cute, you were so lucky to had that huge project with him”, fanned over Daphne

“I think Matthew is cute”, added Milicent, you were leaning over the table and whispering, so they wouldn’t hear

“I don’t think any of them are”, you said with a sad voice, thinking of Theo

“My mom is having my robes custom made for me”, said Daphne with a soft smile, “for the Christmass ball”

“Really? how lucky! I think we are just going to Madam Malkin”, muttered Pansy

“Lucky you because my mother loves to shop in those muggle stores in central London”, said Milicent

“Some of those stores are nice”, you offered, you really liked muggle fashion sometimes, your aunt would take you in London and you were only able to watch at the showcases, some dresses were truly astonishing

“They are muggles”, she said as that was reason enough

The trip became longer than the one that goes to Hogwarts, it that made any sense

Now that you weren’t at Hogwarts, you wanted to get home already.

“Anything from the trolley?”, asked the sweet old lady, bringing her cart full of sweets

“Uh! me! Do you have any chocolate frogs?”, you asked

“Of course dear”, she said, passing one you exchange for a couple of Sickles

“Thank you”, the boys bought thighs to, you frowned when you looked at the frog, the spell not starting yet

“I’ll do it”, said Draco from the other side, you passed the package, he opened and the frog came to life, before it could jump, he snapped one if its legs to break the spell, not it was just chocolate

He passed it back to you

“Thank you”, he ate the chocolate leg and you ate the rest

“Why?”, asked Parkinson

“I don’t like it when they move, they look too real”, you said simply, “Uh! I got Cirse! I’d always wanted her!”, you admired the ancient witch in that card

Your aunt, as always, was waiting for you

She hugged you tightly, caressing your hair softly, you had missed her 

“Let’s go home”, you greeted the Malfoys, and from afar you could see Theodore, who was being received by an old man, you guessed he was his father.

“We will see you at Christmas”, my aunt muttered, and you started walking. Meek, your house elf appeared, grabbed both your hands, as you had your things in the other hand, and he apparated you back home, as easy as that 

Tea was served for the two of you, with your favorite small sandwiches and pastries

“Now, you will tell me EVERYTHING!”, she said with a wide smile 

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[phantomenby]

Stalkers

Poly!tlb x reader x star x michael

TW// stalker themes, yandere, idk general creepy vamp shit

It started a month after you moved to Santa Carla.

The notes that is. And the gifts, the sounds of footsteps on your roof top, flashes of faces in the corners of your vision, the feeling of being watched at every moment.

You dreaded the night. The sun was your only solace.

You hadn't wanted to move here, having grown up in Alaska where it was significantly colder and known more for its amazing forest views than anything. But work had dragged you out here, and so you traded your snow for coarse, dry sand.

At least food was cheaper.

The house you had been given was quaint, you couldn't think of a better way to describe it. Set just half a mile from any other civilisation, the garden lush with grass and vegetatio despite how dry the land was else where. Your favourite was the large trees which built a wall around most of the property, giving you some shade from the sun when you were still getting used to the head.

It was a bungalow, of sorts. The attic had been converted by the old couple who used to live there, and naturally the upstairs was all your own private space, a bedroom-office combo with a beautiful round window that let the light shine in.

After a week you were settled, and you could see it becoming your very own paradise. You were young after all and there was no point in fretting over a home that you might be dragged out of in a few months.

Then, one Sunday, May twenty-second, the first of them arrived.

-

You never wanted to leave your bed. I mean, it was a cheap mattress you had bought on sale at some shoddy store, but it was just so so soft.

That was down to the bedding you had - sweet cream coloured brushed cotton, even your teal toned quilt and pillow covers were made of it. If a sheep was kept clean all its life you were sure it would feel like this.

But alas, your dumb human brain wouldn't let you mooch for too long without guilt.

The house was still and you could hear birds chirping in the morning hours as you climbed down the narrow, steep steps from your upper floor abode.

It was still a little messy since you had been on a little shopping trip the day before. But you needed new clothes since you had few things for this kind of heat, nor anything of real fashion.

You didn't really care for fashion, if you liked how it looked and the feel of it didn't make your skin crawl you were happy. But your new and only friend, Gina, had insisted on taking you to some of the cheaper shops she knew you would be able to find a few nice pieces in.

Now your bank account crying at you.

Instinctually you went to the coffee pot in the kitchen, prepping enough for the day and turning it on, enjoying the scratchy broken sound the ancient machine made as you went to open the backdoor and let air through.

"What to do, what to do..." putting away shopping was the furthest thing from your mind, it was the last day of the weekend before you had to go meet clients all week. You wanted to do something fun.

The machine stopped and you went to the freezer, pulling out an ice tray from the top shelf and bringing it to the counter. You grabbed a glass and began prepping your chosen beverage, sweet iced coffee with condensed milk and cream. You were bound to die before you reached thirty but by god, your taste buds would be satisfied.

As you worked you glanced out the window towards the driveway, your boxy yellow beetle still safe and sound, albeit covered in dust and sand but still cute.

You grabbed a spoon and muddled the ingredients together, heading to the front, it wasn't mail day but you also hadn't checked since Wednesday. Maybe you'd recieved something fun from your boss, she was known to send you silly magazine clips that she thought looked cool, it was a good thing she was an office gal and not someone in control of the arts department.

It was already hot outside, the summer months would be worse. At least you'd never worry about rickets. A small win in the murder capital of the world.

Taking a sip you nearly moaned. Recently you had been visiting a little market stall that came round the other side of town every Tuesday, some sweet old man called Tom bought beans of every variety with him, but this was a special brew and tasted like heaven in your morning cup. And your midday cup, and your dinner cup, thinking on it you might have a problem.

Oh well.

You could make sight of it now, your little blue mailbox, still standing proud now that a metal beam connected it to the ground. It was the only way to get those dreadful skaters to stop knocking into it with their cars as they headed down the backstreets.

And it was most definetly there before you moved in, yes thats right officer its not funny that their car wrapped around it.

It was very funny, you would happily do it again.

"Oh hell yes," there was something there, a small bundle and a few tiny envelopes, they were new. Maybe Marie was trying a new thing, maybe she was becoming human at last and learning to communicate like one too. Wouldn't that be a sight.

You didn't spare another glance at them as you strolled back home, regretting the decision not to wear a hat as the sun blinded your poor corneas.

Pushing the door open you gave yourself a moment to enjoy the heat leaving you, fortunately, the house had good airflow, could have done with curtains too but oh well.

When you placed down the letters you immediately went for the thick stack you recognised, inside was enough clippings to make a whole new magazine, and you were particularly enjoying some of the more colourful clothing hidden within. One thing about this part of the US was how eccentric things could be in terms of style.

It didn't take long to sort through them, and by the time you were done your coffee was almost void of ice so you added some of it black to help with the wateryness, the dark liquid now alot cooler than before.

What next caught your eye was the small number of light, dainty letters. They were pretty, the paper thin and almost seethrough to the point you doubted you needed to do more than hold them up to the light to know what was written on them.

Though, there where were stickers holding them closed. Flowers, kiddie shaped ones, even one made to look like melted wax.

This was...most unlike Marie.

You opened one with a daffodil sticker on it, feeling the smooth edge as you lifted the cover and pulled the letter out.

It was one sided, glancing at the envelope you saw the words 'our love' written, scrawled in beautiful calligraphy.

"What the hell..."

Maybe this wasn't for you, maybe the old owner. No. You shook your head. They were dead, passed almost a year ago and having lived in the house for half a century.

You unfolded it, eyes raking over the words a thousand times.

It was, poetry? It was beautiful, but you hated poetry, your grandmother made you recite it to her every Sunday after church and you despised how obsessive people became over words which could hold nothing, or everything. It was always too hard to decipher, to analyse. Never something you saw as affectionate.

My carnation,

the air in my lungs,

I wish to breathe.

Wont you come home to me?

What the fuck.

You reached for another, one with a pink heart sticker. Christ.

There was a lipstick print, still rosy and smelling faintly of chocolate, thick and plump.

I will be your starlight,

your moonlight,

your sunlight,

your lifeline.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. No thank you.

You didn't touch the other two, leaving them on the counter and stepping back.

-

It took an hour of pacing and another cup of coffee before you opened the final ones.

One held some dried pressed flowers, and the other with the words 'we'll be waiting for you, our little love'.

Your little paradise was now a prison, more letters came and things unexplainable kept happening.

Thing got better after some time, after you went to the police. They were basically useless though, telling you they couldn't do anything unless your stalker(s?) threatened to harm you.

Which the letters never did.

At one point they stopped. And you thought you might finally be left alone to recoup your mental state. But no, instead, when they started again they were werse.

Obsessive. Deranged.

They talked about personal things, what you had been up to, the changes you made in your home, everything you wore, when you cut your hair, when you changed roles at work.

One time there was money in one of the envelopes, a thick stack of twenties with a note saying it was for your car, which had been hit by someone why you were down at the boardwalk with it. The damage wasn't bad but you had been pretty bummed by the large scratch and dent marring the pretty pale yellow paint.

You supposed that was the only positive thing to come out of it.

But in the end you couldn't do it. You couldn't take the money and fix your sweet little bug, choosing to look at the dent sadly each day as you continued to work.

Soon enough you would get paid anyway.

Then you would fix it.

Today you had headed out into town, wanting to pick up some groceries since your fridge and cupboards were pretty bare and the last thing you needed was to be a grumpy rat while taking calls for the rest of the week.

The sky was already growing dark and you decided to be as quick as you could, hating the idea of driving down the pitch black roads late at night.

When you arrived at the 24-hour-has-everything-you-could-ever-need store it was almost desolate, just a truck driver and some bikes parked out front.

Walking in soothed you, but the AC kept making an awful rattling sound that made your spine tingle.

The trucker was talking to the attendant, clearly happy to have someone to mellow out with for a small while before he had to get back on the road.

In the back by some drinks fridges was who you assumed to be the bikers, a tall blonde with wild hair and a long dirtied coat, his smaller counter-part adorning much more colourful attire.

As you walked around with your cart they kept glancing at you, their wide, bright eyes burning into your back.

Your cart was already pretty full by the time you had made it halfway through the store. Stacked high with snacks and cupboard food that would last you a long while.

Honestly, you probably should buy some plants, you were going to be here a while and it wouldn't hurt you to grow some of your own food, maybe even start a little garden.

"Something catch your eye sugar?"

You jumped with a squeak, dropping the can of coffee in your hand, watching as it was caught by a pale hand just before it hit the ground.

"Gotta be careful hun, gonna make a mess."

Looking up you were met with pale blue eyes, wide and bright like a puppy's with something darker shining within.

His brow was arched as you continued analysing him, leaning down closer to you til his lips met your ear, "I think you dropped this."

Before you could respond the cold can was pushed to your chest, your hands instinctively coming up to hold it.

He left you with a smile, yanking on his friend's jacket as he brushed past you.

What the hell

-

A week later, there was $56.23 in your mailbox.

The exact amount you spent at the grocery store.

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[mywifealhaitham]

greetings! I saw your cafe and couldn't take my eyes of it! May I have a peach pineapple lemonade (where they go to the beach, have a sandcastle building and swimming competitions with Childe's siblings)? Oh, and I'd like my request to be normal and romantic. Thank you!

୨୧ - going to the beach w/ childe and his siblings

⚠: mentions of three of childes siblings, lowercase intended, fluff, use of the pet name angel

a/n: hii im glad you like the cafe event! tysm for requesting this it was so cute !!

୨୧ - link to the cafè event here!

childe was ecstatic about this day. snezhnaya winters were always harsh, snowing covering every square inch of every city. all the citizens were used to the weather by now however they would never pass up a opportunity to bask in the sun's warmth for a day. that type of opportunity finally opened up for childe and his siblings! you lived in a warmer part of teyvat where people often occupied the beaches, basking in the sunlight and soaking up the gentle breeze. you often found yourself on these beautiful beaches, though you were alone with none to hang with. though this all changed once you started dating ajax. he would always tell you stories about his family back in his homeland. one day you had the brilliant idea to invite him and his family to a nice weekend getaway to the beach! just about any snezhnian citizen would never pass up an opportunity like this, and plus childe's siblings finally get to meet the wonderful angel he always talks about so its a win-win! you offered them to stay at your place since it was big and near the beach. when they first arrived, teucer jumped straight in for a excited hug clearly excited to meet his new big sibling. you giggled lightly and gently patted his head then softly grabbing him under his arms and spinning him around a bit. giggles escape you too and you set him down and point towards the vacant room you prepared for the visitors. tonia was next to step in along with anthon following. they both politely shook your hand as they followed the excited teucer to the vacant room. after tonia and anthon entered the next person who stepped in was the one you loved the most, childe. he put down the bags of his siblings things and engulfed you in a tight hug. "I cannot thank you enough for inviting all of us here for a few days. oh? no need to be nervous angel, I'm sure my siblings already love you. you're very charming afterall"  he said gently stroking your hair with an adoring grin on his face. you're face flushed making you look away from his captivating gaze. he let you go and let out a laugh seeing you all embarrassed. although the scene in front of him was amusing there's still a beach to go too afterall. turning his attention to the bags on the floor he swiftly picked them up and walked into the room we're he and his siblings are staying in. since your house was always big the room had enough space for the four or them, even if it's a tight fit childe could always sneak into your room afterall. now that reality sat in for childe he was very excited. giggling like a child he set off back to you a grin on his face. "when can we go to the beach? I'd love to enjoy this weather while I can" he asked walking towards a window near your living room that has a direct view to the busy streets and beach. "it's still early so we probably can go now if your siblings are okay with it. there shouldn't be many people there afterall" you said and immediately you hear some footsteps coming your way. tonia and teucer had overheard the plans about the beach. tonia was dressed in a simple dress, most likely bought by childe because all her clothing was made for winter. teucer however was in swim trucks and a cute blue whale swimshirt, in his hand was a plastic bucket with a matching shovel. shortly following behind them was anthon in his swim trucks accompanied by a blue bag filled with towels, sunscreen and other beach essentials. you were shocked to see them all prepared but smiled nonetheless. not wanting to keep them waiting another moment you ushered childe to change into his swimwear as you rushed off into your room to change into yours. finally after a few minutes you all were ready for a nice relaxing day at the beach.

you quickly grabbed your keys and unlocked the front door, holding it open for everyone to leave. as you locked the door and began towards the beach guiding everyone behind you childe sped up a few steps to reach you and hold your hand, giving you a big grin. you explained to everyone that the beach is only a minute away and about the dangers of the sun. after what felt like eons in childe's eyes you finally arrived at the beach. teucer took childes freehand and dragged him excitedly to a vacant spot near the shore. tonia and anthon followed you three and began setting up some towels and a big beach umbrella you brought. before teucer can jump into the water childe quickly scolded him about sunscreen. you reached into the bag anthon brought and pulled out the sunscreen and poured some into your hands. you then handed it too childe and began applying it to your arms and legs, everyone else following along with their own sunscreen. now finally the fun can begin! since teucer was most excited about this day everyone decided to let him pick out most of the activities and first on the list in his head was a super sandcastle building competition. teucer quickly split up everyone into teams; tonia and anthon and him and childe with you as the judge. you gave them about 30 minutes to complete the castles while you laid down in the sun and read a book you brought with. as you read you snuck glances at the four building. tonia and anthon's sandcastle was... something.... it was a pile of sand with some shells in places. meanwhile childe and teucer's sandcastle looked alot better. it actually looked like a mini castle complete with a royal family which conveniently looked like childes siblings along with you, with teucer as the king, you and childe as the prince and princess holding hands and tonia and anthon as knights at the kings side. after the 30 minutes passed teucer came running up to you and dragged you by the wrist as he showed you the castles. you really didn't want to pick one because you truly thought they both were unique and good even if one was a bit deformed, it's the thought that counts! so you proposed a tiebreaker -- a swimming competition! the rules where simple; one team nominaties a teammate to swim to a marker in the water then swim back the fastest. after some whispering between the two teams the ones who were going to be swimming ended up being tonia and childe. they both stepped in the water and waited for the countdown, a determined look on their faces. teucer starting counting down from three and as they hit one the two in the water began to swim as fast as they could. obviously being more experienced childe was in the lead with tonia close behind surprisingly. after a few more suspenseful seconds childe was the first cross the invisible line much to anthon's disappointment and teucer's excitement. in the heat of the moment childe swiftly got ahold of you and spun you around in his arms, giving you thousands of little pecks all around your face. you felt so happy with everyone here enjoying the beach, it was definitely one of your favorite memories with childe.

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[catholicdaredevil]

not if it's you || part five

eddie munson x gender neutral reader

summary: eddie takes you to one of his bands shows

words: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of alcohol and being in a bar, no gendered pronouns or description

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gif credit: @stevesbipanic

this is our last reader falls asleep first in this 5 + 1 so without further ado

"Did you know," you wave your finger into his face to help make your point as he moves around you to load his gear into the back of his van. "That you are my all-time best friend and favorite person all wrapped up into one?"

You bounce back and forth on the snow covered ground beside him in excitement, which was apparently your new state of being since he had first invited you to his show late last week. Laying in his bed passing a joint back and forth, his hands had lingered on yours as he asked. The early morning sun glowing through the windows and onto your faces, lighting up the ever present twinkle in his eyes. He still remembers the way your face had lit up, your mouth dropping open and the excruciatingly cute way you’d gasped and said ‘Me?’ as if he could be talking to anyone else.

"I had an idea, but it's always nice to know a man's got fans." Eddie lifts his amp up, shoving it into the back of his van and turning to grab his guitar from where the case hangs off your shoulder. He finishes loading his gear, leaning over to strap it all in before turning back to see you. 

"Fan? Like a regular fan? Psh, nah, I am your biggest mega-fan in the history of fans. Ever." Your finger is back, this time punctuating your words with an almost rough poke into his chest with every one. You tilt your head back to the quickly darkening sky, yelling out into the open air. "I am officially with the band."

A loud laugh shakes its way free from Eddie’s chest, hands on his knees as he doubles over to keep standing with the force of it. It’s a ground-shaking thunder kind of laugh and warm pride blooms in your chest at the sight of him. Eddie straightens up finally, pulling the lapels of his leather jacket that rests over your shoulders until you’re pressed into his chest and he can wrap his arms around you. 

“Well mega-fan, I hope you're ready to do some mega-cheering and throw your imaginary mega-bra onto the stage.” He breathes the words into your hair, squeezing you tightly when your own arms wrap around his middle to keep him from pulling back too soon.

“Shit, I think I packed my imaginary mega-bra in my other jacket,” your words are muffled in his shirt, breathing in the scent of his cologne and the weed smell that never really goes away. Eddie laughs again, leaning his head down and squeezing you one more time before letting you go. 

He pulls away to give you a once over, wearing his jacket and matching eyeliner that you’d insisted on doing for the both of you. You even have one of his rings hanging from a chain around your neck, along with the silver copy of his house key he’d given you. He’s content to live in this ocean you’ve built around him, every look at you raising the sea level until one day he’s sure it will finally drag him down for good. 

Eddie grabs your door for you with a bow, hand sweeping out in the gesture. He passes a small box of tapes into your lap with a crooked grin. “You’re my best friend too, so I’ll even let you pick the music.”

His long fingers drum against the wheel as he drives, bobbing his head to the music. After a few songs you start to see along under your breath and Eddie turns, reaching out to grab your hand and loudly sing into it like it’s a microphone. It’s a long drive to the venue, even without stopping to pick up his bandmates for once you’re both in the car for over an hour listening to music with the windows down, screaming the lyrics while Eddie smoked. 

All your energy morphs into pre-concert jitters as you watch Eddie and his bandmates set the stage, the lights are all low except for the reds and blues that paint the stage. Eddie looks ethereal under them when he turns to glance at you, sending a grin across the stage to where you’re standing. A shiver runs down your spine that you’re pretty sure you aren’t able to blame on the alcohol in your cup, or the chill of the ice that runs condensation down the side. It’s all him, glowing in the lights and his smile. 

The general chatter of the room lulls as Eddie steps up to the mic, he brushes some of his hair out of his face and opens his mouth to speak. All of your nerves jump into your throat and for a moment you forget to breathe. Too caught up in Eddie to do anything but watch on in awe. 

“Thanks for coming out tonight. We are Corroded Coffin. We’ve got a bit of a special show tonight, our biggest mega-fan out in the crowd tonight, so this is for them.” Eddie locks eyes with you, throwing a wink in your direction before stepping back and playing his first chord. The sudden heat in your cheeks and the way your heart beats into your ribs are yet even more things that can’t be blamed on anything other than Eddie Munson. 

The concert blurs together, song after amazing song, Eddie’s playful grin and screaming the only real thing you remember by the end of the night. You were able to pick out a few songs from ones he’s played you in the past, even more ones that you’ve overheard him humming to himself or practicing in his room. And then there was one; completely new and entirely your favorite. Eddie had stepped back up, cheeks flushed and skin shining. His voice was low when he spoke.

“This last one I wrote a couple months ago, Sleeping Siren.” 

Eddie had looked everywhere but at you, but the implication was clear. It felt like the whole world had faded away, no longer in a sweaty seedy bar, no longer in a crowd; just you and him as he sang a song he had written for you. 

You’re not sure you’ve ever cheered louder, voice raspy in the aftermath despite the water bottle Eddie pushes into your hand once he hears you.

“That. Was. Amazing.” Your hands grab onto Eddie’s shoulders, yanking him into you. He’s covered in sweat, having discarded his vest halfway through the show when it got too hot with all of the packed bodies in the bar. “Color me impressed Munson.”

“I expect nothing less of a mega-fan,” Eddie laughs, arms wrapping around your waist. He tucks his nose into its usual spot in your hair, leaning further down until he can rest his entire face in the crook of your shoulder. 

You help him and his bandmates take down the set, sluggish as the late hour starts to catch up to you. Eddie bids his friends goodnight with a wave, arm slung around you as you both walk out into the cool night. There’s still a blanket of snow on almost everything you can see, less so now that it all has started to melt, spring slowly blooming all around you. 

The drive home is more muted, passing under streetlights every few hundred feet as you stare at Eddie. His face lights up under every one, his eyes focused on the road in front of him, sneaking glances at you when you aren’t looking. You’re filled with so much gratitude that he shared this with you, invited you to see this part of him. 

“So, did you have fun?” He finally asks twenty minutes into the ride. 

You hum thoughtfully, kicking your feet onto his dashboard and leaning back. You cover your mouth as you yawn before answering. “Yeah, Eddie that was fucking insane.”

Eddie turns to look at you again, catching the way your eyelids have already started to droop. You had mentioned not getting good sleep the night before– it being one of those nights that you actually spent at your own home. Though those seem to happen less and less as time goes on. 

“Tired sweetheart?” Eddie coos, one hand reaching out to grab onto yours. He pulls your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. Even half asleep your stomach swoops out from under you. You yawn again, this time even bigger and squeeze his hand. 

“Yeah, ‘m sleepy.” 

“Then go to sleep sweetheart, I’ll wake you up when we get home.”  Home. It sounds so lovely when he says it like that. His home, your home, they have started to become synonymous. The sentiment is cozy enough to send you spiraling further into your tiredness, eyes closed as you drift off in the calm quiet of his van. Eddie keeps his promise, letting you sleep until you both get home and holding your hand the entire drive.

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[nookishposts]

A-gain

15 days ago we brought home a set of day old chicks, Red Sexlink, which have proven wonderfully good layers and easy to care for . At a day old, each about the size of my thumb, a baker's dozen of surprisingly shrill peepers came in cardboard box too small to hold a pair of shoes. They only half-filled it. We set them up a table-top condo and dipped their beaks to get them drinking. When they are hatching they absorb the stuff in the egg through their belly buttons, giving them enough nutrition to get through a day or two, then they are at totally at our mercy, and quite fragile. Cold and dehydration are the biggest threats. We watch carefully for splayed legs or pasty vents , but they all look like healthy little peepers.

These girls are our 3 set of chicks, the first 6 were ready-to-lay at 17 weeks, quite happy until a mink intervened on their first Christmas Day. The following Spring we got our first dozen day olds and all of the fun of watching them wake up to the world. At that age they must be kept at 95-100 degrees fahrenheit for the first week, reducing the temps by 5 degrees each week thereafter until they are developed enough to cope with the same temps that we do. This means that as it's April, we have had 13 demanding little divas living in a succession of cardboard boxes on our kitchen table, with the heat lamp strung from the ceiling fixture and some mesh across the top to discourage our curious cat. Our older hens, having pretty much stopped laying at age 3 or so, have been free-ranging themselves silly on our property, enjoying a smorgasbord feast of bugs, seeds, and sprouts, including my Lilies of the Valley. There are only 5 of the big girls left, due to mostly natural processes and the occasional intervention having taken 7 already. We think it's a happy and well-earned retirement for the survivors. They have pretty much flown the coop. Which means, I need to Spring clean it for the new tenants. Who, if I may admit, have worn out their welcome after 2 weeks of messy, smelly, gawky, mouthy, pre-teen behaviour. Good thing they are still cute, although that too is changing what with fluff sprung like dandelions and new deep red pin feathers appearing in strategic places.

The coop is kept tidy and healthy throughout the year, but the big clean comes after 6 months or so of Winter layering....all of the things that come from a chicken's body, mixed with about 8 inches of accumulated wood chips that absorb the worst and keep them warm. It takes me about 4 hours, with a wheelbarrow, a snow shovel, an ice scraper, and a broom to get down to the concrete floor....filling the barrow about 7 times and running it all to next years compost pile. I insulate the walls with moving blankets over the Winter and this time,discovered 4 large mouse nests in the process of removing them. Plus a hole chewed through the bottom of the bin where I keep the mash, so those wee buggers had a good Winter all snug in feathers and down, not to mention well-fed. Off I went to the feed store for fresh bales of shavings and a large galvanized bin with a tight lid.

Saturday mornings at the feed store finds customers all in some form of work duds, picking up whatever it takes to get the current chores accomplished. On a rural property, something always needs to be turned, moved, cleaned, fed, watered, built, deconstructed, or replaced. People greet one another by name with a nod and always a smile. I have a city friend who will only purchase rubber boots from our feed store. Its not a large place, but you can get almost anything there, and we do. But the feeds that they blend are what makes them famous. Most of the time,before I get to the counter, they know what I want and I find it waiting on the loading dock outside. They also order the chicks, so since its been a couple of careful weeks, they're expecting us. Its nice to be a part of the regular crew.

Back home, I have barrowed and scraped and swept, and wiped out the laying boxes, filling them with fresh shavings even though our little ones won't be producing eggs until September. ( I remember our very first one, almost 5 years ago, tiny and perfect and still warm in my hand. What a thrill!) I haul in a couple of inches of sweet smelling shavings and spread them evenly, then bring in the galvanized barrel and fill it with chick mash and a fresh scoop. Waterers and feeders get filled and placed, and the very last thing to do is hang the heat lamp low enough to keep them cozy another couple of weeks, and high enough on a strong chain to avoid causing a fire. Back into the house I go and my Beloved interrupts her knitting seminar long enough to help me lift the sagging cardboard box from the kitchen table, out the sliding door and across the yard into the coop. The little ones, carried like tiny Egyptian Queens are stunned into silence as their world shifts quite literally beneath them. We manoeuver the box into place under the lamp and I slice one side of it away, enlarging their playpen 10 times. They huddle in one corner, blinking, heads tilted and tiny wings tucked as close to their bodies as possible, tufts of fluff floating to the ground, everything suddenly very different. Gone are the cooking smells and the dog rumbles, the conversation of two familiar female voices, the hum of the refrigerator and the beep of the microwave. These are replaced with the sound of the wind, the scrabbling of chipmunks across the roof, and the sweet smell of pine.

I bring in a lawn chair to sit with them a while as they adjust. A few tentative cheeps are all I've heard, each rising with a question mark at the end. Curiosity wins out over confusion and one brave little chick steps to the edge of the box peering around a minute before she steps out. She looks at me, and I murmur soft noises of encouragement. Out she plops, mostly feet-first into a soft landing. Tenatatively she takes a step and then another and before I know it she has stretched her wings to their full length as if to say :" I claim this land in the name of mt sisters!" She smells the water, locates her crumble feed and having satisfied herself that the basics are in place, she begins to explore. A couple of her sisters shortly follow her lead, but the rest hang back, still awaiting their bravery. They comfort one another with soft coos, and I answer as best I can. I leave them to their exploring, knowing that when I check in a couple of hours later, there will be chicken poop on my chair, evidence that all is well and we have begun the cycle successfully once again. In a day or two, I will remove what's left of the cardboard condo and consign it to the fire pit, with their baby box and some groundfall and we'll have the first bonfire of the season.

As I walk back to the house, tired and filthy and satisfied, ready for a hot shower and a cold drink, I pause and look around the yard. The newness is everywhere. Lilac buds are getting fat, day lilies are reaching, the garlic is up about 6 inches, and the grass will need mowing in a couple of weeks, once I've cleaned the Winter tenants from under the hood of the dormant tractor. Its too soon to do much, the Earth still needs a little time, and the critters are tending their babies in the hidden places while the days grow longer and the trees begin to leaf out in a million shades of green. In a few weeks, the garden beds will warm and be ready for the seedlings we nurse in the greenhouse. We won't need jackets, we will default to the barbecue weeknights after work, and lots of porch-sitting will allow the couch to re-inflate the dents left by our Winter backsides. By then the older hens may well be gone, happily surrendered to old age or wetland prey. The coyotes sing us to sleep through open windows and the birds awaken us at dawn. We have the sense to understand that we are part of the cycle, fortunate stewards, temporary in our own way, and best to mostly bear witness to Earth's wisdom.

[silverskull]

One Last Secret

Chenford Week 2023 Day 4: Happy Hawley-Day! Another fic that (kind of!) ticks all three boxes! The song from the S5 promo, holiday themed, and relationship firsts! * self-impressed fist pump *

In the space between asking her out and actually getting to date her, Tim has a special New Year's Eve with Lucy.

Full fic below the cut, or here on AO3.

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Winter brought snow.

White flakes fell like magnolia petals, dusting the tropical plants in the parking lot with a coat of sparkling soft down.

“Weird, but fucking beautiful…” he heard Lucy murmur under her breath.

It didn’t last long, but the air stayed chill enough to send him to the back of his closet, digging out an LAPD puffer jacket he’d requisitioned on a whim many moons ago. They were discontinued now, and he enjoyed the smug feeling of superiority whenever he encountered a shivering junior officer, their duty jacket no real match for the unconventional weather.

He made the mistake of leaving it on the back of his chair once, the air-con in the station set to ‘heat’ with no suitable balance to be found between ‘not warm enough’ and ‘gates of hell’ and  Lucy had snagged it without telling him. “Just a quick run to the taco truck,” she’d offered, afterwards - and she looked so damn cute bundled inside its too-large hood, her nose and cheeks pinched red and bright with cold, that he couldn’t bring himself to demand its return.

The snow brought out the weirdos and the wackjobs, and work doubled in pace, officers dropping like flies with coughs and sneezes. “It’s not the cold, it’s viruses spreading when we gather indoors,” explained Thorsen, and Tim promptly bought a box of masks to leave on his desk and present to anyone who so much as sniffled in his direction.

He had a date to make it to.

They’d made initial plans for the weekend following the collar bomber, but work had put paid to that, a spate of Santa Stick-ups running riot along Miracle Mile for a whole three days before they managed to round them all up. After that, in their enthusiasm to get the ball rolling, they’d picked the following Thursday - the only day they both had off work that week - and then Kojo decided to swallow some squirrel droppings that had him puking his guts out for an entire night. Tim was stuck chasing after an emergency vet, and then ensuring the dog had regular drinks of rehydration medicine for twenty-four hours afterwards.

Getting frustrated, Lucy suggested going straight after work, late-night be damned, and he was almost willing to agree, but he really, really wanted this to be special.

She was special.

And when he told her that, she’d glowed, bouncing on the balls of her feet and shrugging herself deep into the folds of his jacket, satisfied that it was worth waiting for the right time.

But Christmas was coming, and it got more and more difficult to find a reservation - weekends, late nights and corner tables already swamped with office parties and family gatherings booked months in advance for the holiday season. He even enlisted Thorsen, bargaining a week - two - of warbag duty, if he could just find him a table somewhere nice on a day that suited them. Aaron had quirked an eyebrow - “A table for two?” - but at Tim’s sharp scowl, wisely said no more. 

But even the rich and famous couldn’t beat the system and, between them, they’d agreed to postpone their date until after New Year, when things quietened down and they could give it the attention it deserved. It nearly drove him mad, but - in one way - it was a pleasant sort of inconvenience, his days in the station passing with secret glances and shared smiles; Lucy trailing out of her way through the bullpen so she could ‘accidentally’ bump into him, or him ‘mistakenly’ buying two coffees instead of one, and passing the second along to her when they met under the stairs.

It was Nolan, of course, who nearly (unintentionally) outed them, inviting everyone to a New Year’s Eve celebration at his house, and at pains to publicly stress that Lucy and Tim were both welcome to bring plus-ones, even if their previous partners were now in the dumpster of history.

Lucy had covered well, smoothly professing that she was at peace with her singleness, and it would mean far more to attend with just their own familiar group. Tim nodded in energetic agreement, deciding to leave the talking up to her in case his tongue betrayed him in some way.

And so, they’d ended up in Nolan’s garden together, the chill air fended off by strong outdoor heaters and the champagne flowing freely. Angela’s mother had come to visit, happily babysitting Jack - and Leah too, when her parents dropped her off - and the older offspring of the group all had more important engagements than their parents’ lame backyard gathering.

Lucy had filled a plate for him from Bailey’s buffet, and they’d stood with Wesley, idly chatting about the increase in compensation claims for slipping on ice (why did people suddenly forget how to walk when the weather changed?). She kept stealing things from him when Wesley wasn’t looking - potato wedges, cherry tomatoes, tiny gourmet sausages - and he feigned exasperation, resting his elbow on a high table and raising the plate out of her reach. Wesley had given him a curious look, but didn’t ask any questions.

Angela and Nyla were practically high, the night of freedom from their parental responsibilities all but turning them into teenagers, starting rounds of shots with anyone who was available and wiring into Bailey’s drinks cart with willful abandon.

Grey and Luna arrived late, but brought enough sparklers and party poppers to make up for it, Luna ensuring that everyone was supplied with at least two handfuls of everything before midnight.

And when the countdown began, the little group wound its way to the back wall, Nolan’s new foliage artfully framing his small view of the city lights below them, and they listened in to the neighbour’s Spanish radio, excitedly counting off the seconds in a musical lilt.

Tim had stayed behind the others, Lucy hovering beside him with her sparkler lit, her eyes reflecting the flames like small galaxies, and he couldn’t resist the urge to wind his hand around her. She’d worn a beautiful outfit - she seemed to own nothing but beautiful outfits (or maybe it was her? Who knew. He was too far gone to tell.) - a black number with pink flowers, the flowing skirt slit on both sides, providing teasing views of her legs when she walked. He’d noticed the gap of skin at her waist before, and now he could feel it too - soft and warm and rising into goosebumps in the wake of his fingers.

She looked up at him as the last seconds ticked away, fireworks beginning to crackle to life in the sky above them, and as the countdown ended and the others cheered - each couple happily throwing themselves into a New Year’s embrace - it took everything in him not to kiss her there and then. He settled for taking her hand, raising it to his lips while she held his gaze, the fireworks lighting her face in gold and blue, her shy smile setting his heart aflutter.

Her skin was soft. So soft.

They’d been accosted by the others then, Angela merrily leading the exchange of hugs, Luna ensuring that everyone’s sparklers were sparkling and their poppers popped. Grey gave him a friendly clap on the back, his eyes darting between him and Lucy, but all he said was “Next year’s gonna be better than this, son,” before turning to hug Bailey and thank her for the party.

They’d stayed for a while afterwards, chatting and nibbling until the fireworks started to die down and Nyla and Angela began to yawn. James offered Lucy a ride, and Angela poked Wesley until he agreed to take Tim, and soon they were all packed into their separate cars and waving goodbye to Nolan and Bailey, backlit in the doorway of their home.

Lucy’s eyes caught his from the back seat of her car, one stray firework cascading in iridescent orange above her, and he tapped his fingers to his lips unconsciously. She mirrored the move, her smile stretching bright across the apples of her cheeks, and then she was gone, spirited away into the night and the new year that lay fresh and full of promise before them.

Next year's gonna be better than this year!

Next year's gonna be better than this 'cause

New Year's Eve comin' with a fresh kiss, yeah!

Next year's gonna be better than this!

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[travelingneuritis]

Hello! I have been LOSING it over your cyberpunk fic - it's some of the best and most exciting science fiction writing I've read in a long time. I was wondering if you might share some of your influences for the fic? I would really love to read them! I saw you mention Snow Crash in the author's notes and it piqued my interest re: re: what else you're drawing from, canonical, fanfictional, or contemporary.

ok firstly, hi!!!! and holy shit that's so nice of you, what an unbelievable compliment for what I still halfway think of as robot-fucking porn that got out of hand. i'm so glad you're enjoying it!! here's my far-from-exhaustive yet still really long and rambling list of Media In This Genre I Enjoy:

Obviously, Neal Stephenson's Snow Crash and its loose sequel, The Diamond Age. Both describe a plausible near-future of improved technology, deepening economic stratification, and a society crumpling under the weight of looming collapse. That makes them sound like Any Other Sci-Fi Novel but I assure you, they are a delicious and sensitive read. (The Diamond Age is one of my all-time favorite novels: expansive yet tight worldbuilding, plot that never plods despite crossing multiple years and POVs, and the one trope that cannot fail to make me weak in the knees, Unrelated Adult Unexpectedly Becomes Parent Figure To Endangered Small Child Out Of Sheer Necessity. the nell & miranda storyline makes me cry just thinking about it.)

Michael Moorcock's An Alien Heat is short and weird, about a "perfected" future version of humanity that has absolutely every element of existence (resources, laws of physics, brain chemicals, reproduction) under such tight control that there's nothing left to do except play make-believe all day, every day. so basically, jin sect. Then a time-traveling Victorian housewife gets stranded among the decadents. It's hilarious and surprisingly subtle.

As far as movies go, it feels obnoxious to say Blade Runner, so instead I'm saying Blade Runner 2049! (or as my roommate liked to call it, Blaze Runner 420.) The original is a classic for a reason but parts of it really don't hold up for me; the sequel, though, has pretty much everything I like, and the stuff I don't like is easier to ignore or skip. I love how dirty it makes the future look.

The Fifth Element has super immersive set design/dressing and my favorite costume design from any movie ever. the whole Born Sexy Yesterday thing is a bit much to get past but i still like to watch it for the worldbuilding, which is plentiful. (my roommate: "what dumbass let her google War right before the apocalypse? Just let chris tucker go down on her for 20 minutes problem solved")

I've also been looking at a lot of Richard M. Powers illustrations and like, chewing my hair over how good they are and how much I wish I could paint like that. I do try I think I'm just too much of a tightass lol

As far as MDZS fic recs:

Not Afraid To Know, by Phnelt, is a bouncy one-off about robot LWJ and his first, ahem, experience with a cute backalley technician who teaches him how to feeeel. It's funny, it's hot, and it sparkles with Phnelt's customary wit & charm.

electric heart by sundiscus has been at 3/? since 2020 and probably won't update again, but I still reread it for the incredible worldbuilding and character design. especially love the way the curtain is gradually lifted on WWX's personhood. LWJ's crush keeps pace, obviously.

also the sexy/violent neon noir short series Inside the Mind of a Man is a Massacre by Pip (Moirail). Especially the two one-offs focusing on (droid? Bionic part-human?) WWX and his (handler? coder? lover?) LWJ. Ooh, and when I just went to grab that link off their page I saw they have a new WIP in a similar setting, world.runExecution(), which is 2 chapters in and really exciting so far.

there are almost certainly more that i've read and loved and lost. please feel free to add on with more recs! and thanks for the ask i love talking about this stuff i hope i get some recs back!!

#fic recs #media recs #asks #mdzs meta #mdzs fanfiction #recs

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

the adventure oc asks for sulien?

True Name. What is their name's meaning, origin, etc?

The name means Sun Born. He's touched by the sun, his name is very on the nose. And similarly to Ohm's name holding primordial or ancient meaning, the name Sulien is also the name of a deity. A similar reference.

Portal. What is a crossover you've done/thought about for this character?

Obviously my most fleshed out au for Sulien is the Amant au, but this says crossover so probably the flamechasers au where he takes the role of Kevin (Sol). A tired man who has lost his twin and is trying his best and losing his way.

Softly. Describe one of their dreams, good or bad (with proper warnings).

Sulien often has nightmares of when he was tortured, any of the times he was "reprogrammed" he'll cry out in his sleep and Ajax will often have to wake him. He doesn't typically remember his dreams, the thoughts are repressed.

Metamorphosis. Has this character evolved/changed since you first conceptualized them?

Well Sulien originally started as "Ohm but he doesn't leave Snezhnaya and becomes evil." And now he's arguably the better of the two so thats fun.

Treasure. What is something they like/love?

An overly sweet coffee and reading under a tree on a nice warm day.

Home. Describe their relationship with someone in their family, friend group, with a QPP, a romantic interest, etc.

I think the most interesting dynamic he has is how FIERCELY loyal people tend to be to him. Sulien isn't a simple case of a good enough person to get people to like him or manipulative enough to force people's perspective, which both are true, sure. But Sulien has the type of personality that draws in a certain type of loyalty. Look at how far Ohm went for him. Kisa almost sacrificing himself for him. Maxim killing (redacted) to keep him safe. Ajax throwing away everything he fought for for him. Decord immediately betraying the Fatui for him, ect ect.

Role Model. Did you take inspiration from another character when creating them?

gestures to his twin. gestures to me. gestures to a photo of a periwinkle flower. and then j general puppetry, but the old timey puppetry.

Laughter. What is their sense of humor, or lack thereof? (Bonus: What does their laugh sound like?)

SO DRY........... but he also smiles at Decord's gallows humour. His mask hides his face 90% of the time so nobody can tell if he's actually making a joke or if he found a joke funny. His laugh is so cute though, when he does laugh.

Flashback. Describe one of their memories, good or bad (with proper warnings).

Diluc, Kaeya, Ohm, and Sulien all made a pact to keep their hair long as kids. He can barely remember it now, but its a fond memory when he has flashes of their hands on top of each other, bundled in their lil snow suits..

Core. How is their true nature different from (or similar to) how they are portrayed to others?

Sulien is so fractured from years of trauma he's not sure what "true nature" implies anymore. However, we do meet him in the story immediately lying to the Traveller so there's that. LMAO

Origin Story. Are they a completely original character, a fan character, or something else?

well he's a genshin oc so...

Plot. How do/would they fit into the overall plot of their source?

I had a whole idea written out and then they started retconning shit so I don't WANNA talk about it anymore!!! Anyways he fit in really great at one point.

Quest. What is a personal goal, duty, etc of theirs?

His duty was to serve the Tsaritsa. To be her tool, her puppet. But he's broken from that now, and he is far more dangerous than he was.

Wanderer. Describe an aspect of their world/setting they interact with.

I think the way he interacts with the Traveller is so funny. He's so casual, he doesn't even try to hide the fact he's a Harbinger either. Sulien ilysm.

#⋆｡°✩ Sulien #From The Fate ; Ash #☾*✲⋆. Essence of Myrrh

[purplecraze]

Beauty and the Beast AU 25

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:32 PM

"pff.......I'm curious: what did you imagine I'd look like in the time I didn't show myself?"

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:32 PM

"Umhh, sure not like a 17 yold grumpy teenager"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:33 PM

"why thank you;;..."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:33 PM

He laughed

"But im glad you are like this~ my pretty Panna~"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:34 PM

"--!!!" he face practically glowed and he quickly turned away. "o...oh...."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:35 PM

He giggled, god he was so cute!!! He wanted to grab and kiss him all over so bad!

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:36 PM

well, so did he. but he didn't for obvious reasons.

so instead, there was just an awkward silence.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:39 PM

He giggled awkardly, god, he was happy that despite everything they managed to have an awkard teen romance

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:42 PM

"......." Fugo looked outside. they spend quite some time making jam (well, Narancia did), having a snow fight and moving all the supplies.

Damn it..... why are winter days so short?

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:44 PM

"Wanna try making lunch together? We still have some time before the sun sets

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:46 PM

sigh. "don't you mean dinner? I still have what you brought to my room earlier... I don't think we'll make it in time and have a peaceful dinner. you should make something and eat it in your room."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:47 PM

"Lunch, dinner, whatever" he sighed

"Then we will try to cook tomorrow...and warm it up or is gonna taste all gross"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:48 PM

"I will, I will." he closed his eyes, sighing again. "Sorry. I wish I could spend more time with you..."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:50 PM

"Its ok; today was fun!" He smiled at him

"We will spend more time together tomorrow! We could try to make some pasta mh? You shouldnt have problems to touch the spaghetti, and there are some tomatos in the dome!"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:51 PM

"......alright~" he smiled at him. "I'll look forward to it."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:52 PM

"Me too!" He smiled going toward the kitchen to grab some stuff to eat

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 11:05 PM

Fugo watched the other until he left out of sight, then head up the stairs back to his room.

If Narancia hadn't mentioned it, he probably would have eaten what was left as it is, but he obediently used some magic to warm it.

He ate and then lay on bed for a while, waiting for the night to fall.

He had gotten so used to it over time, but... lately, he had grown scared of the night once more....

What is broken can be mended, what is wrecked can be restored, but.... there is no possible way to restore a life....

Maybe he should find ways to restrain himself more. If he'd switch rooms with Narancia, the other would have some more freedom. if he'd go to the other side of the castle, he might not even hear him. He'll just have to barricade the windows better, and--....

And stay in that terrible room again.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 11:09 PM

Narancia made himslef a quick dinner and then got in his room, bathing and changing in his sleep clothes, that now comprended of the jacket the other gifted him last night.

It was warm and still smelled a bit like lavander, it sure wasnt the same at getting hugged, but there was something calming to wear that.

He curled himself in bed and hugged the pillow, another thing he realized he started to do often nowdays

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 11:14 PM

there should be used jackets enough if you'd ask nicely. and you do deserve a nice reward for so obediently staying in your room for once, since

The fucking monster is RIGHT outside your door, it seems.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 11:17 PM

nara was aready asleep when the noises started, at first he didnt cared, but maybe after a while they got a bit too close to comfort.

He rubbed his eye and then looked at the door- well, its enough sturdy to keep Fugo out right?

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 11:18 PM

it is, even if it sounded like he was trying. but he kept lurking in the global vicinity.

Before too, even though it was quite far from the castle, he had come to Narancia and got rid of the wolves.

was he..... seeking him out?

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 11:21 PM

Nh...He wondered if Fugo was feeling alone? or maybe in pain?  did his fever got back and was feeling sick?

He got out the bed, nothing wrong to get close to the door as long he didnt open it right?

He placed his ear to the wooded door, trying to ear if the other was doing his classing angry monster noises or if something was wrong

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 11:24 PM

he sounded like he 'normally' does, for as far as it can be called normal.

just panting and scratching and whimpering and angry noises.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 11:27 PM

Nh...still, must be painfull right?

"Sorry bud, i cant open it- we will see eachother soon ok? i miss you too, but we just have some hours to wait!"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 11:30 PM

whiny pitchy sounds, almost like some kind of complaint.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 11:31 PM

He snorted "I know i know! But i cant let you in!"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 11:31 PM

tantrum, ruccus, stuff getting destroyed

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 11:32 PM

"You arent gonna change my mind dude! Break as much shit you want!"

God he didnt even knew if the other could understand him

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 11:33 PM

maybe, maybe not. but he seemed to have exhausted itself around 3 hours later. just more pathetic sounds of whining and moaning.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 11:35 PM

Narancia sighed, he spent those 3 hours half asleep, half waking up from the noise.

As Fugo got quieter he got back to the door

"You should go back to your room and sleep yknow? Morning you would be glad to get some well deserved sleep"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 11:37 PM

the sounds died down over time. but they didn't sound like they were leaving.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 11:38 PM

despite being a flash eating monster, Narancia felt sorry for him...

"Want me to chat with you till the sunrise? Is not that i cant really sleep at this point"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 11:39 PM

no change.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 11:40 PM

"I take it as a yesss" he said in a sing a song voice

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 11:43 PM

some....weak pitched squeak, like a sigh

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 11:49 PM

He giggled "You keept me awake now you deal with it!"

And so he started to chat about wathever he popped up in his mind

"---and thats how i grabbed a pidgeon bare hand--"

"--And like- they made this baloon, that flies! because its full of  hot air! I dont know how it works, maybe you can explain it to me later!---"

"-and i got so scared! Like i was sure to die dude--"

"--and from that day on they stared to call him leak eye luca, stupid name right?--"

"--That was probabily one of the best pies i ever had in my life, we should try to make one too!--"

"--Man i was crying like a baby that day--"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 11:54 PM

there came no sound from the other side. was he even still there?

though, it sorta FELT like he was listening.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 11:55 PM

He yawned after a while "Yknow, i dont mind you making a mess, but we could spend more time togeter if we both got some sleep at night, but guess sleeping is hard when you are like that uh?"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 11:55 PM

"hhhhhh....."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 11:59 PM

"Gee, i can immagine" He yawned again

Does hurt that bad?"

purplecraze — 09/22/2021 12:00 AM

no reply.

the sunlight was slowly starting to peek through the window.

orange-plane-boy — 09/22/2021 12:01 AM

"Nhhh" he rubbed his eyes and checked the sunrise, getting close to the window

purplecraze — 09/22/2021 12:01 AM

yet another night with minimal sleep.

orange-plane-boy — 09/22/2021 12:03 AM

Ah, its ok- he just hoped Fugo wolunt freak out to turn normal in front of his door

purplecraze — 09/22/2021 12:03 AM

no such panic was heard

#purplecraze #orange plane boy #fugo replies #beauty and the beast AU

[dashawfrostart]

This Week In "Time & Again" #2: Gettin' Technical Here! 😁

Now, since all the vector prep is done, it's finally time for me to start actually drawing every single frame for Chapter 5!.. Just like that! 👇😁

Oddly, as I started drawing the frames for Chapter 5, I feel extra hyper but also very relaxed and blissful at the same time. Maybe it's nostalgia, for as far as I remember, in winter days I liked to enjoy drawing at home, in the warmth, watching the snow outside. Seems like the work on the artworks is going exceptionally well - much better than when I worked on Chapter 4. I'm excited to go forward with my crazy undertaking; but on the side, I have a lot of non-"Time & Again" ideas, and I revisit my old writings, hoping to find extra spark for the other universes and timelines I have in mind, and all of that powers me up. I feel very active and positive. Aaaah, dis is the season, innit?.. Here, on this side of the globe, winter is halfway on. In the end of the last week it snowed in neatly and almost evenly, and the birds on our balcony look all fluffed up and fidgety, waddling from one little foot to another to keep themselves warm while trying to unbury the birdy omnomnommies from under the not-so-giant-yet heaps of snow. The snow has melted a bit by now; I watch them through the balcony window, sipping on my Earl Grey tea every morning and throughout the day, and it makes me feel at peace, and yet a little sad at the same time. For if I had knitting skills, I would've supplied all those cute little sparrows and the peanut-hungry blue jay family with some nice sets of hand-made sweaters, hats, scarves, and socks. But alas, I can only do that in the form of artworks for now. But I digress. Back to my graphic novel now.

For those who don't know how I usually work on "Time & Again" - and I presume, that's what I'll keep doing for the rest of my comic-type projects, that is, if there's ever gonna be any more - I do everything consecutively, starting from the lineart (including the backgrounds, especially if the frame requires very specific placement of the character on the background, or they interact with it in any way), then I do the flat colouring, and then I go for the shading. And by that, I mean that I do all the lineart for all the pages first, then, once that is done, I switch to colouring of all the pages, and then, once that is done as well, I finally get to do the shading on all the pages. Told you, there's definitely a certain system in the way I work on my stories. This is also a reason why I never ever post updates page by page: because there's simply nothing to post, since they're all incomplete. Deal with it 😎 It seems that this manner of work suits me best. I'm not certain why, but I've never been keen on sharing the works that are half-done or something - although lately I'm going through a certain metamorphosis in this respect. Moreover, it is important to me to keep the same steady, precise, and classy art style throughout the chapter. Consistency is what I highly value in my creations. People, who also draw, have probably noticed that, at times, their art style might wiggle and be, let's say, all over the place - and sometimes this just happens on its own. I can't really explain this. This must be some sort of hidden mysterious consciousness of our pen/pencil that simply does things on its own 🤪. Sometimes our mood contributes to how the art style changes in tiny little details - at times to better, at times to worse comparing to what we strive to achieve. Through executing everything consecutively and finishing up the "chunks" of different types of work one after another, my goal is to avoid unnecessary and unwanted art style inconsistencies that might occur otherwise.

But enough of this lengthy preamble! Let's finally get technical, just as the post title announced it! I see you're getting bored... (no, wait, what do you mean it's just my neighbours snoring?.. I don't know what you're talking about)

This time, since I decided on making a regular page-by-page PDF version of the chapter as well as its scrollable webcomic doppelgänger, I needed to figure out how exactly to simplify my work in order to avoid accidental complications (here, almost a quote from a character's line from the current chapter, lol!). Of course there's no way I want to do the same amount of work twice just because I didn't anticipate the outcome correctly. Not to brag about it, but I must admit, as far as I remember myself - I've always been good at this. There's always a place for being extra technical when it comes down to the artworks. It's not as simple as it might seem to you. Deciding on the technical aspects of creating artworks is kind of a puzzle, in a sense. It's almost mathematical 😁

So, as you can see on the screenshot just a little above, that's a layout of a comic page (in the regular format for now). To make everything work out in a simple way in the end, I decided to create layer groups for every each separate frame (red markings) that will include everything I need for the frame: the lineart, the colouring, and the background. That will help me to just copy-paste a certain frame on the new canvas optimized for the webcomic format - and that is all! All done in a few clicks. Automation 100% 😁 (having Minecraft flashbacks now for some reason...)

All the text-related material (speech bubbles, the text lines themselves, and all the possible written sound effects such as "Swoosh!", etc.; the green markings on the screenshot) is currently included into one group above everything else. I've been importing these layers straight from Inkscape in PNG. But I started to think now that I need to separate those elements in the end, too, for further convenience and simplicity of arrangement on the webcomic format canvas. But that will be work for another day in the future.

In terms of memory usage, I'm not certain yet how it will go for me, for sometimes Krita would randomly crash on me without anything in the error log, and every additional layer adds to the memory usage even if it's near empty - finally, considering fairly large size of the artworks pixelwise, it all adds up pretty quickly. But I'm not exactly running Krita on a potato either (mmm, potaties 🥔🤤), so I think I should be fine.

Previously, perhaps counterintuitively - but again, it worked just fine for me back in the day - I used to create a giant layer with all the lineart for the current page, and then the flat colours for the entire page were stored on a separate "flats" layer, and all the shading for the entirety of the page was stored on its own separate "shading" layer, too. The same went for the backgrounds: depending on the pictures overlapping or not, I would've drawn all the backgrounds on a single layer called "BGs".

This approach would've not worked this time though.

In the lineart work, I'm currently finishing up page 9 already. ALREADY! 🥳🥳🥳 Which indeed sounds pretty awesome, because it just goes ahead steadily. That is, however, keeping in mind that there are frames that I just left out and skipped for now, for they require extra consideration. You see... Chapter 5 is going to have a peculiar scene - something that I've never ever tried drawing before just yet, and it's gonna be pretty long. It's fairly stretched out across a few pages and it's almost represented in a slower-than-real-life pace (surprise, surprise, isn't it what I usually do anyway tho?..). As I work on it, I wonder if it's going to be too boring for the readers. But I think the time will tell, for, once everything is done properly and in colour, it's gonna be much more of an eye-candy than it is now. I sometimes have difficulties approximating the end result in my head. But often it just turns out a little nicer than expected, which is a bonus. Because screw perfectionism; that's in the past for me 🤣 (true story! did NOT enjoy it! got out with minimal losses!)

... Since this post seems to be stretching out in time and space as well, just as the certain scenes I'm working on, I think it might be time to wrap it up for today.

Happy Halloween everybody! And I foresee significantly more sketches and screenshots in the upcoming posts! Take care! See ya sometime next week! 👋

P.S. And, of course, for a nice holiday treat, I made a Halloween artwork, again. And this time it's not that simple (and for a spoiler: this year it's not gonna have Cacodemons as pumpkins, nope): it also serves as the first teaser for Chapter 5 and the second half of "Time & Again"! So don't miss out on it 😉 You won't though, because it will soon appear in my blog!

#This Week In Time And Again #TimeAndAgainbyDWF #graphic novel #wips #krita

[plutothe-pup]

Seahound, Jessica/Roscoe, Luca/Greg

Seahound 31. Pretty U - Seventeen

Got so much to say but can’t organize myself Help me, S.O.S

1, 2, 3, 4

What kind of expression can deliver my heart? Should I take my heart out to copy and paste on you?

On one fine day you magically appeared You took my heart and attracted my eyes, you’re greedy What I wanted to say is

Don’t take this the wrong way But I can’t see anything but you You’re so ice ice baby At the same time you melt me down Just can’t get enough I want to show you myself without hiding anything

Oh we chose each other and focus on by nano unit When I see you, it’s breathtaking Normally I’m not like this

I want to pick and gather all the pretty words for you They stick in my throat in front of you

I promise myself, while drinking a glass of water in the morning, to tell you I will confess what has been on the tip of my tongue tomorrow You are pretty

Pills for cold, meals for hunger, me for you I want to define you as me like this in the dictionary By the way what should I do today?

Should I ask the internet? What to wear, where to go I should have studied hard like this

If there's anything I beg you to do; it's watch this three times. Watch it once just to listen. Watch it once with the captions on to understand the lyrics, and watch it once to appreciate the cute satisfying dance (and the greatest well hidden mistake I've ever seen). After that - If you know, you know. Seahound vibes for sure.

Rosca 64. Life Goes On - BTS

It looks like rain again today I'm soaked to the bone Still won't stop (Hey) Running faster than that cloud of rain Thought that'd be enough Guess I'm only human after all I'm in a world of pain This cold the damn world gave to me (Woo) Prompts me to press the dust-covered rewind Dancing off-beat lying on the ground Once winter comes, let's exhale A warmer breath There's no end in sight Is there a way out? My feet refuse to move, oh Close your eyes for a moment Hold my hand To that future, let's run away Like an echo in the forest The day will come back around As if nothing happened Yeah, life goes on Like an arrow in the blue sky Another day flying by On my pillow, on my table Yeah, life goes on Like this again

For the unlikely friends, who are both just going through their own shit but also just acting like everything is fine. For the two who just shrug and keep on keeping on because it's what they have to do. LIFE GOES ON. Even if it sucks - just keep your head down and do what you've been doing your whole life - but they know deep down that they're there for each other and that they can trust the other and that at least they have that stable solid friend to depend on.

Luca/Greg 84.00:00 (Zero O'Clock) - BTS

You know those days Those days where you're sad for no reason Those days where your body is heavy And it looks like everyone else except you is busy and fierce My feet won't set off, though it seems like I'm already too late I'm hateful of the whole world

Yeah, here and there are click-clacking speed bumps My heart grows crumpled and my words lessen Why the hell? I ran so hard Oh why to me

Come home and lie in bed Thinking if it was my fault? Dizzy night, looking at the clock Soon it will be midnight

Will something be different? It won't be something like that But this day will be over When the minute and second hands overlap The world holds its breath for a little while Zero O'Clock

And you gonna be happy And you gonna be happy Like that snow that just settled down Let's breathe, like the first time And you gonna be happy And you gonna be happy Turn this all around When everything is new Zero O'Clock

I'm sorry to give you the whole K-Pop experience (...again options = limited) but I wanted to pick a soft song for them and i think this song fits nicely because it fits both of their vibes - the sad, lost uncertain vibes, but also is hopeful and positive for those moments shared together.

#ask #meme #music