#If that happens again I'm flinging myself into the sun

[inks-books]

So like I'm going on a date with this wonderful lady on Monday, and my ace heart is thinking of cute things we can do on later dates when we haven't even had our first date and part of my brain is like "This is going overboard." and the other part is like "Let me live my cute romantic life I've always wanted to spoil someone with cute shit but have been to afraid to branch out!!!"

Anyway Monday we're doing dinner and a scary movie, but the next time it rains I want her to come to my house, sit on the covered front porch with me in my rocking chairs, and drink hot tea together and just talk as we watch the rainfall and then maybe watch a movie afterwards.

I'm a simple enby with simple desires is this weird??? Or is it cute? I need feedback all the women in my life say it's cute but the men are like "That's weird. Only people who've known each other forever do stuff like that." and granted I've known her a year and in lesbian time that's a lot, and when she asked me out I thought she was kidding at first, but now it's happening and my heart is happy but at the same time scared that I'm going to run her off by suggesting too much too quickly.

Thoughts??

[hoshifighting]

i'm BEGGING for a collegefling! jeonghan plzz

thank youuuu 💗 love your work <33

warnings: smut, teasing, flirting, fingering, penetrative sex, cock riding, semi-public sex, library sex, loud!jeonghan, jealousy, he's such a cutie too.

college fling!jeonghan who's not the type to play around with mixed signals. if he wants something, he’s pretty direct about it. likes games—just not the confusing kind. so, yeah, when you first met him, you kind of got what he was about from day one. freshman year was chaos. the university’s big events had everyone talking—water games, shirtless dudes, bikinis, everyone all bronzed and glowing under the sun. but jeonghan— he’s not about the whole "show off my body" thing. kept his shirt on, like he didn’t need to prove a damn thing. confident as hell, and you hated how much that got to you.

he was the one who came up to you first, of course. said something like, “my friend thinks you’re pretty.” such a casual opener, like it was no big deal. but then he took it further, all smooth with a teasing smile. “but i don’t really trust his taste, so i had to see for myself.”

you remember just rolling your eyes, thinking, this guy—but also trying not to let on that his vibe was doing things to your brain. when he went on to say, “so, are we making out now, or later?”—you laughed in his face, hard. hard as fuck, actually, and told him straight up that wasn’t happening, and his response? a smirk. that smirk that would become the smirk, the one you'd start seeing every time he spotted you from across campus, during parties, even in the quiet corner of the library when you thought you were safe.

after that day, it was like this... game, but not really a game. like, you’d be minding your business, trying to get through your classes, and boom—jeonghan would be there, casually sliding in with some flirty comment, always teetering on the line of too much. but never quite crossing it. like one time, you were sitting with your laptop, probably stressed over a deadline, and he just popped up with, “you look like you could use a distraction.” you shot back, “don’t you have someone else to annoy?” and of course, he answered, “nah, i’m committed to you.” committed. like it wasn’t just a stupid flirty thing.

and it kept going. year after year. no kissing, no hooking up—just this ridiculous back-and-forth, every time he saw you, making your stomach twist up in knots. it was frustrating as hell, ‘cause even though he flirted like it was second nature, he never actually pushed you to do anything more. he knew the game. he knew exactly how far to take it before pulling back, leaving you wanting more but hating that you even did.

one night, you were at some random house party, loud music, too many people, and of course, there he was. leaning against the kitchen counter, looking all too comfortable in a place that was way too crowded. he saw you first, waved you over with that lazy smile that you wanted to ignore but couldn’t. “you lost or just looking for me?” he asked, knowing damn well you weren’t looking for him.

“neither,” you lied, grabbing a drink from the counter just to have something to hold. but he wasn’t buying it, stepping a little closer, crowding your space just enough to make your breath catch.

“right,” he said, that teasing lilt in his voice. “so you’re not here just to finally kiss me?”

you laughed again, but this time, it didn’t feel as easy. “jeonghan, you’ve been trying for years. give it up.”

“noo sweetheart,” he pouted, voice smooth like honey. “i’m just playing the long game. i like it..”

the long game. because even though you never kissed, never took it past flirting, there was always this tension, simmering just below the surface. you’d catch yourself thinking about him sometimes when you weren’t even around him—wondering if he ever thought about you the same way.

but he never made it weird. never tried to make you feel like you owed him anything, which was maybe why you didn’t hate him for it. because at the end of the day, it was fun. infuriating, yes. but fun. he’d make a comment, you’d brush it off, but deep down? yeah, there was always a part of you that kinda wanted to see what would happen if you let the game go on a little longer.

and jeonghan... he was patient. too patient, if you were being honest.

there was something stupidly comforting about jeonghan always being around. like, even on your worst days—those days when you couldn’t even be bothered to try. oversized hoodie, messy hair, not a scrap of makeup. you were barely surviving, and there he was, still managing to make you feel noticed. he’d walk up, casual as hell, and say things like, “your hair smells nice today,” or he’d reach out, fingers grazing your hand, just to say, “new nails? they look cute.”

and then there was that one time, oh god—you remember it clear as day. you’d barely rolled out of bed and showed up to class, hoodie pulled tight around you, and jeonghan slides up beside you at the cantine, glancing down at your hand. “you know what would look cute wrapped in there?” he’d said, all casual. and for a split second, you didn’t catch on. you were about to ask what he meant, then it hit you—cock. he meant cock.

you felt your face heat up, your brain misfiring as you shot him a look, trying to figure out if anyone else had heard. your eyes scanned the tables, praying no one else had clocked his little comment, and when you finally turned back to him, there he was—smiling like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “what?” he asked, all fake innocence, like you hadn’t just caught onto his bullshit. “i was talking about the energy drink can.” and he pointed at the one in your hand, the one you had just bought. “it matches your nails.”

you laughed. you couldn’t help it. he had this way of making everything lighter, even when you were convinced it was gonna be a trash day. and he smiled too, like your happiness was his mission for the day. it was always like that. jeonghan would flirt, you’d roll your eyes or laugh, and things would feel a little easier. it was comfortable. safe, even.

but then… spring party. fuck.

there was something so painfully uncomfortable about seeing him with her. it wasn’t even the fact that they were together—it was the way he smiled at her. the way his arm was casually around her shoulders, pulling her closer, and then the cheek kiss. you saw it, and it felt like something lodged itself in your chest. like, what the hell.

it hit you like a ton of bricks. you liked the game too much. you liked him too much, but you hadn’t taken the shot. you never thought it was serious enough to matter, but seeing him with someone else? it felt like you were watching something that should’ve been yours. the whole night was a blur after that. no amount of party energy could bring you back up after seeing that.

you left early. didn’t even bother sticking around when the lights got lower, the music got louder, and everyone else started to get more and more drunk. you just… left. walked back to your dorm, the sound of your flower crown jingling a little with each step, the one your friends had insisted you wear. it felt stupid now. why the hell did you even care?

and then, as if the universe had it out for you, you saw him. just walking out of the dorms. not just any dorms. the dorms. the girls’ dorms. and you knew. of course it was her. she was in there, probably waving him off after some perfect little goodnight, and here you were, walking around with jealousy you didn’t even want to admit you had.

he saw you before you could duck away. smiled at you like nothing was weird, like you hadn’t seen him with her just hours before. “mhmmm... who’s this princess, huh?” he wolf-whistled, because of course, of course, he would. his eyes twinkled when they landed on your flower crown, clearly amused.

you weren’t. “fuck off, jeonghan,” you muttered, trying to brush past him. but you knew it. he heard it. he caught the tone immediately because even when he got on your nerves before, you were never this cold.

“whoa, whoa,” he called after you, stepping in your path with that all-too-familiar smirk, though now it felt different. heavier. “where’s this coming from? what happened? don’t tell me the princess has had a rough night?”

“i’m not in the mood,” you snapped, making a beeline for your dorm. but he wasn’t letting it go. he blocked your way again, hands stuffed in his pockets, eyes studying you like he was figuring out some kind of puzzle. you saw his eyes lighting up.

“wait a minute… are you jealous?”

the way he said it, like he was genuinely surprised and also deeply entertained by the thought. you didn’t even want to give him the satisfaction of looking at him, but your eyes flicked up anyway, glaring.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“i’m ridiculous?” he laughed, stepping a little closer. “so you saw me with her, huh?” he teased, and you could see the moment he clicked it all together. “oh my god. you are jealous.”

“shut up, jeonghan.”

but he didn’t. he was full-on laughing now, not even trying to hide how amused he was by the whole thing. “okay, okay. listen, that was my sister, y/n.”

you blinked. “what?”

he wiped at his eyes, still chuckling. “my sister. we had a family thing tonight, and she was visiting the campus for the spring party. she’s staying over, that’s why i was in the girls' dorms.”

you felt the embarrassment hit you like a wave. like, of course, you’d worked yourself up into a jealous mess over nothing. but still, the way he was looking at you, the way his laughter softened when he saw your expression change—it wasn’t like he was making fun of you. if anything, he looked… kinda pleased.

“you really thought i’d ditch you for someone else?” he asked, scrunching his nose. “after all these years?”

you wanted to hit him. and also kiss him. but mostly hit him. “shut up,” you mumbled, shoving past him to finally get to your door.

but as you fumbled with your keys, you heard him laugh again, this time lighter. “you know, if you want to kiss me that badly, you could just ask.”

"just ask?" you placed a hand on your hip, raising an eyebrow at him like you were calling his bluff. jeonghan just nodded, all nonchalant, like this wasn’t the moment of his life.

you took a step closer, the space between you two disappearing until your noses were nearly touching. you could see the way his eyes flickered from yours to your lips and back up, like he was trying to stay cool, but you knew better. underneath all that fake calm, he was freaking out.

you just smiled. you leaned in, just close enough for him to feel your breath on his lips, and whispered, “good night, jeonghan.”

you pulled back, turning on your heel, leaving him standing there. you didn’t need to look back to know the effect you had. you could feel the tension in the air, the way his posture faltered just slightly. when you reached your door, you glanced over your shoulder, catching his eyes one last time before you disappeared inside. he was still watching, a grin playing on his lips. as you leaned against the door inside, hand over your racing heart, you couldn’t help but smile too.

a few days later, you were at the library. it was one of those late afternoons where the campus was almost eerily quiet. most people were either at the football field, hanging out on the green, or already done for the day. you’d volunteered for this stupid school board vote thing, which meant you were stuck painting posters on cardboard, your hands covered in smudges of red and blue paint.

the library had this dim, cozy lighting, the blinds half-drawn so the soft glow of sunset was creeping in from the windows. but the table you were sitting at had this one bright, focused yellow lamp, shining right on your work as you dragged the wet paintbrush across the poster.

you were in your own world, humming softly, when you suddenly felt something… someone close. too close. a soft breath ghosted over your ear, so light you almost thought you were imagining it.

“boo!” a voice whispered, low and teasing, right by your ear.

you flinched hard, tensing up, your whole body jerking back so fast the paintbrush slipped in your hand. and of course, it was him. jeonghan stood there, barely an inch away, grinning like the asshole he was. his hands were shoved deep in his pockets, like he was trying to stop himself from reaching out and touching you.

“what the fuck,” you muttered, heart still racing from the scare, eyes glaring up at him. but he was having the time of his life, watching the way your body reacted, still all wound up.

“shhh,” he whispered, stepping even closer, his lips nearly brushing your ear this time. “we’re in a library.” the fake seriousness in his voice almost made you laugh, but you were too annoyed to let him win that easily.

“do you ever chill?” you asked, leaning back in your chair to give yourself a little space, but jeonghan wasn’t having it. he leaned down, resting his arms on the back of your chair like he was claiming it—and you.

“why would i, when scaring you is so much fun?” he shot back, his grin widening.

your heart was still pounding from the surprise, and now from him being so damn close, but you rolled your eyes, trying to act like you weren’t affected. “you’re annoying.”

“you love it,” he whispered, the teasing edge in his voice making you want to scream. but instead, you reached for your paintbrush again, ignoring him, or at least trying to. jeonghan, though, wasn’t going anywhere. he hovered over you, eyes scanning the half-finished poster on the table.

“what’s this?” he asked, gesturing to your work. “you painting a masterpiece?”

“just posters,” you mumbled, trying to focus on the brush strokes. but you could feel him there, his eyes practically burning into your skin. you hated how aware you were of him, of his warmth, of the way his breath still lingered on your ear.

“hmm,” he hummed, leaning a little closer again, his cheek almost brushing yours as he pretended to inspect the cardboard. “you missed a spot.”

“jeonghan,” you warned, glancing up at him through narrowed eyes. but all he did was flash you that familiar, maddening smirk.

“what? just trying to help.” he finally pulled back, standing up straight again, but not before letting his fingers brush lightly against your arm, just enough to send a spark through you.

you cursed under your breath, trying to focus on your work, but it was useless. his stupid little whisper and the way he hovered over you had already ruined any chance of concentration.

“you know,” he said casually, pulling out a chair next to you and sitting down like he had nowhere else to be. “you’re fun to mess with.”

“can you shut up for like, two seconds?” you shot at him, your voice carrying more frustration than you meant.

instead of taking the hint, he just wriggled his eyebrows at you, that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. he never stops. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to gather your thoughts, but the annoyance, the tension—it all bubbled up inside you, and before you could overthink it, you opened your eyes and leaned in, kissing him.

just a quick peck, a little “shut the hell up” moment, nothing more. but the second you pulled back and caught the look on his face, you almost regretted it. almost. jeonghan was stunned. like, full-on wide-eyed, frozen in place, like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

your cheeks immediately burned, but you kept your cool, clearing your throat before going back to the poster like nothing happened. “sit down and be quiet now,” you muttered, keeping your eyes on the cardboard.

for once, he actually listened. he sat down next to you, still staring, clearly trying to process what you just did. the silence that followed was awkward as hell, but it didn’t last long. because, of course, it didn’t.

he lasted about five seconds, max. then you felt his hand on your cheek, turning your face towards him. before you could react, his lips were on yours again, but this time, he didn’t hold back. it wasn’t some quick, shy kiss. no. his lips moved against yours, hungry, and then you felt it—his tongue pushing past your lips, invading your mouth like he had no patience left.

his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and before you knew it, you were completely lost in him. your body responded faster than your brain could keep up with, your hand instinctively reaching out to grab the edge of the table to steady yourself.

when he pulled back, just slightly, his breath was ragged, his lips hovering over yours as he whispered, “can i?” the neediness in his voice sent a jolt of heat straight through you.

you nodded, not trusting your voice. and that’s all he needed. his hand slipped down, fingers tracing the hem of your skirt before pushing it up just enough to get underneath. his fingertips brushed over your panties, teasing you, and you could feel yourself already getting wet.

jeonghan let out a soft chuckle, his breath hot against your skin. “you’re already soaked, cant wait to suck this pussy,” he whispered

you opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a shaky breath as he slid one finger under the fabric, barely grazing your folds. he was taking his time, dragging his fingers slowly, deliberately, over your wetness.

“so wet for me,” he whispered again, his lips brushing against your ear now. “you want me to keep going?”

you nodded again, your hand gripping the edge of the table tighter, and you heard him let out a small, pleased hum before he pressed a single finger inside you. the stretch was slow, his finger curling as he pushed in deeper, and the slick sound of your wetness filled the quiet library, pussy swallowing easily the long finger.

it was embarrassingly loud. the soft squelch of his finger moving inside you echoed in the stillness, and your head fell back, a quiet moan slipping past your lips before you could stop it.

“shhh,” jeonghan whispered, mockingly, his other hand coming up to wrap lightly around your throat. “quiet, be quiet f'me okay??”

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet, but it was impossible when he was teasing you like this, his finger moving slowly in and out, curling in just the squishy spot. he was taking his time, dragging it out, the wet sounds growing louder with each shove of his finger.

“you like that?” he asked, his lips brushing against your neck now. “you like when i finger you slow like this?”

you could barely answer, your voice catching in your throat as he added a second finger, stretching you just a little more. the way your body responded was automatic—your legs spreading wider on instinct, your hips rocking forward to meet his hand.

jeonghan grinned, his fingers moving a little faster now, pushing deeper, the squishing sounds even louder than before. “fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered.

your head fell back against his shoulder, your body giving in. you could feel every inch of his fingers moving inside you, every curl, every thrust, the knuckles, it was driving you insane. you reached out blindly, your free hand finding his thigh before sliding up to palm at the bulge in his pants.

he let out a soft groan, his hips shifting slightly as you pressed your hand harder against him. “you’re really trying to make me lose it, hmm?” he muttered, his voice strained as he continued to finger you, his pace quickening.

your hand fumbled with the zipper of his pants, trying to get him out, but it was hard to focus when he was fucking you with his fingers like this, your wetness dripping down onto his palm.

“shit,” he hissed when your hand finally slipped into his pants, your fingers wrapping around his length. he was hard—so fucking hard—and the way you gripped him made his head fall back, eyes rolling as he thrust his fingers even deeper into you.

“you like that, baby?” he asked. “you like when i fuck you with my fingers?”

you moaned softly, nodding as your hips bucked against his hand. your walls clenched around his fingers, and the wet squelching sounds got louder, filling the quiet library.

“fuck, you sound so good,” jeonghan groaned, pulling your panties to the side so he could spread your legs wider, giving himself better access. his fingers moved faster, pushing deeper, and you felt your body start to tremble, the pleasure building so quickly you could barely breathe.

“jeonghan,” you whimpered, your hand tightening around his length as your other hand gripped the table for dear life. your hips rocked against his fingers, desperate.

“that’s it, mhmm just like that baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear again. “cum for your hannie.. so nasty baby, letting me fuck this pussy with my fingers...what if someone see this hm?.”

before you could stop it, your body seized up, your walls clenched tight around his fingers, your back arching as you came, the wet sounds of your release echoing in the quiet library.

jeonghan groaned softly, his hand still moving, fingers still pumping in and out of you as you rode out your orgasm.

jeonghan watched as you giggled softly, in overstimulation, your head nestled into the crook of his neck, making him smile too. his arms wrapped around you tight, holding you against him.

a single line of slickness dripping down between your legs, a translucent trail of your release that shimmered against the dim library light and hit the floor with a quiet, inappropriate drip. he stared at it for a second, mesmerized by how fucking wet you were.

before you could even react, jeonghan slid his fingers from between your legs, sticky with your juices, and without hesitation, brought them to his lips. he sucked your wetness off them like it was nothing, like this was casual. but the way he moaned softly, like he was tasting something forbidden, made your cheeks burn.

“jeonghan!” you hissed, scolding him, giving him a little slap on the arm. “what the hell?”

he just shrugged, lips curved into that cocky smile. “couldn’t help it,” he muttered, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue. “you taste so fucking good.”

your face flushed even more, but you couldn’t hide the way your body still buzzed with need, even after he’d just made you come. your eyes flickered to the door—still shut, no one else around—and something wild sparked in you.

before you could second-guess it, you stood up from your chair and climbed onto his lap, straddling him fast. jeonghan’s eyes widened in shock, hands automatically flying to your hips, but not stopping you. “y/n,” he stammered, voice shaky, his breath catching in his throat, “n-no, we can’t—”

“why not?” you whined, rocking your hips forward just enough to brush his cock agasint your folds, and fuck, it felt good. you were still wet, soaked from your orgasm, and the friction was enough to make you both let out quiet, needy moans.

jeonghan’s hands gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he struggled to keep his composure. “fuck,” he muttered, biting down on his bottom lip hard, his whole body trembling beneath you. “because—shit—i can’t keep quiet.”

“please,” you begged, your voice dripping with desperation, leaning closer so your lips ghosted over his. “jeonghan, i’m so horny… been wanting you for years too.”

those words did something to him. years. and it hit him all at once—the weight of everything, of all those years of teasing, flirting, the back and forth that never went anywhere, the way he’d always kept it just at the edge, never crossing the line. and now, here you were, straddling him, begging for him like it was all too much to hold back anymore. he could feel it too—the years of tension, of watching you from a distance, making you smile just to hear that laugh, all leading up to this.

“fuck,” he whispered, voice strained as he watched you grind against him, his hands flexing on your hips. his eyes fluttered shut as the pressure built between you, your slick folds dragging against him. his body was wound so tight he felt like he could snap any second.

“jeonghan,” you whispered again, your breath hot against his lips, and then you reached down between you, a gasp escaping him when your hand wrapped around his length, teasing him.

“we can’t,” he whispered, but there was no conviction in his voice, not anymore. his hips bucked up into your hand, betraying how badly he wanted this. “we can’t do this here.”

“then be quiet,” you murmured, lips brushing over his as you guided the tip of his cock to your entrance. your wetness coated him, slick and hot, and jeonghan groaned, his head falling back against the chair as you slid him along your folds. he was so hard, so sensitive.

“fuck, y/n,” he gasped, his body trembling under your touch. his hands shot to your thighs, gripping them hard as you teased him, your slickness coating his cock, making everything feel too good, too intense.

“please,” you whispered again, pressing down just enough for his tip to catch at your entrance, and jeonghan’s whole body shuddered. “i need you.”

he bit down on his lip, his hands shaking as he tried to stop himself from completely losing control. “you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, his voice rough with lust. “i won’t be able to stay quiet.”

but you didn’t care. you wanted him too badly, needed him too badly after all this time, all these years of unspoken tension finally coming to a head. you were practically shaking with need, your hips moving on their own as you slid his cock along your folds, teasing yourself with the tip.

jeonghan let out a low groan, his eyes rolling back as you rubbed against him, the wet sounds of your slickness filling the quiet space. “shit, baby,” he whispered, his hands trembling as they moved to grip your ass, pulling you even closer. “so fuckin good around me, fuck— i dont know if i will last.”

“then fuck me,” you whispered back, your voice desperate now, grinding down against him, your slick folds swallowing his cock inch by inch. you felt him twitch, felt how much he was holding back, and it only made you want him more.

he groaned, his head falling forward, his forehead resting against yours. “can’t keep quiet, can’t can’t—” he whispered again, his breath ragged, but the way his hips bucked up into you told you all you needed to know.

you let out a soft whimper as you finally sank down onto him, his cock stretching you so slowly, so perfectly. the feeling of him inside you after all this time was almost too much, and you moaned softly, your body trembling as he filled you up, inch by inch.

you started rocking your hips slowly, back and forth, barely pulling off him before sliding back down, letting him feel every inch of you. the way his cock filled you so perfectly made you clench around him, and you could hear jeonghan’s breath catch, a low groan slipping from his lips that he tried desperately to swallow.

his hands shot to your waist, gripping you tight as you moved. your rhythm was teasing, dragging your slick folds over him as his length stretched you with each motion. you knew what you were doing to him—the way his hips bucked up every time you slid down, his thighs tensing under your legs. he was struggling to hold it together, and you were reveling in every second of it.

you leaned forward, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “you’re so fucking hard for me hannie”

jeonghan let out a deep groan, his head falling back against the chair as he tried to keep quiet, his breath coming in short, desperate pants. “ngh—fuck—” he hissed, his grip on your waist tightening as he tried to control himself, but the way you were moving, so slow and deliberate, was killing him.

you smirked against his neck, pressing soft kisses to his skin before whispering again, your voice low. “you love how wet i am for you, hm? bet you’ve been thinking about this all of those years, huh?”

that did it. jeonghan’s whole body trembled, and he let out a strangled moan, “ahh—shit—” his fingers dug into your hips, trying to pull you down harder, but you kept the pace slow, teasing, letting him feel every second of it.

“fuck, y/n,” he groaned, his voice breaking as he threw his head back, his lips parted and eyes fluttering shut. “you—ngh—feel so fucking good.”

his reaction only fueled you more. you started grinding your hips a little faster, rolling them in circles. you leaned closer again, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered filth, your voice dripping with lust. “you’re such a good boy for me, letting me ride you like this..”

jeonghan let out another deep groan, “o-oh—fuck—” his hands slid under your skirt, gripping your ass as he helped guide your movements, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh. his eyes were half-lidded, mouth open, and you could feel him trembling beneath you, trying so hard to keep quiet, but every whisper from you had him moaning like he couldn’t control it.

“you’re such a dirty boy,” you whispered, “can feel how bad you want to cum inside me.”

“fuck—” he groaned again, louder this time, and you quickly leaned forward, pressing your lips to his to muffle the sound. the kiss was desperate, messy, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth as he kissed you back hard, his hands pulling you down on him as you rocked your hips faster. you could feel him shaking, his control slipping with every thrust.

you pulled back, breathless, your lips hovering over his as you whispered again. “you gonna come for me, jeonghan? gonna fill me up like the good boy you are?”

his eyes rolled back, his hands gripping your ass even tighter as he thrust up into you, his cock twitching inside you. your fingers gripped the edge of the table to steady yourself, your nails digging into the wood as you rocked against him, feeling his cock throb inside you. his hands slid back up your hips, pulling you down gently as his cock twitched one last time inside you, the warmth of his release spreading through you.

you reached down between you, sliding your fingers through your own slickness and bringing them to his lips. “taste it,” you whispered, watching as his eyes fluttered open, still hazy with lust.

he groaned softly, but didn’t hesitate, his tongue slipping out to lick your fingers clean, tasting both of you mixed together. the sight of it made you shiver, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips as you watched him suck on your fingers, his eyes locked on yours.

you could feel the heat between your legs still burning, still aching for more, and without thinking, you started to move again, grinding your hips against his slowly. jeonghan’s eyes widened, his hands gripping your waist as he realized what you were doing.

“y/n—” he whispered, his voice shaky, “what the—we—fuck, we can’t—”

“shh,” you whispered, your lips brushing over his as you rocked your hips again, feeling his cock start to harden inside you. “just one more time.”

jeonghan let out a low groan, his hands sliding down to your ass again as he gave in, his body already reacting to the feeling of you moving on him again. “fuck,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “you’re gonna kill me.”

you just smiled, pressing your lips to his as you whispered against his mouth, “then die happy.”

[redcr9ssnine]

✈ - an eye-opening memory

✈ - an eye-opening memory

This game has not been kind to you.

The godtier process was a total nightmare, a slog that you've contained in the very furthest regions of your pan. It was something that had to be done alone, something you sought out by yourself and gained by yourself. No one was ever actually interested in learning the game mechanics, you weren't particularly interested either, it was the end game you wanted. The hope of a new universe you could have a hand in, one where you could shape the politics yourself, people wouldn't have the choice to coddle you, whether they wanted to or not. Maybe people would listen to you then, and get the fuck out of their own heads if you were the god of a new planet. You wouldn't have to try and trick them into caring about peoples feelings through cue cards.

"Kankri, wo+uld yo+u! Just- Ah! Lo+o+k o+ut!"

Her frustration is what snaps you out of your own thoughts, but it was too late. The containers of mystery fluid and half sprouted tadpoles slips from your hands, immediately collapsing onto the ground. Fluid bursting upwards towards you, flinging the baby frogs in every direction. You let out a shrill shriek, your hands quickly fanning in front of you in an attempt to keep your face from getting splattered but it's all in vain. You're drenched and absolutely disgusted, your eyes huge and wide in shock as your little body trembles from the complete sensory over load.

"O+h jesus... Kanny, yo+u need to+ fo+cus o+n what yo+u're actually do+ing, I can't do+ all o+f this by myself."

From her sylladex she pulls out a rag, one of the many she carries around for you, and gently cups your cheek with her bare hand. Her skin ejects you from your own.

"O+pen yo+ur eyes, Kanny, co+me o+n. Yo+u're so+ stro+ng, just keep them o+pen."

"5H4K3 H1M. FUCK1NG D0 50M37H1NG, WHY 4R3 Y0U JU57 P3771NG H1M?!"

Stop fucking yelling at me! It echos through your skull as the only form of input you can give. GET FUCKING OFF OF ME! Everything was dark, probably for the same reason your mother was freaking out, your eyes wouldn't open, you were in too much pain. Your skin was burning, from your hip to the crook of your neck, your back was burnt by the sun. It all happened so fast, you weren't asleep but you were on the verge of it when you heard multiple pairs of footsteps. You assumed it was your family, until someone much larger than anyone you knew grabbed you by your ankle and began to drag you out into the sun. It was a complete blur afterwards, but god were you mad, and none of them would stop fucking touching you.

A hand touches your cheek and pulls you forward, forcing you to sit up and it finally stirs enough anger in you to react, despite your body begging you not to. Your entire body was wet, you realize when you move, likely covered by your own ugly blood. With as much force as you can, you grab your mothers wrist and yank it off of you, grunting in pain.

And you can see her again, not your mother- your... what? You see Porrim standing in front of you, bewildered by the death grip you have on her wrist. It scares you too, did she see all of that? What the actual FUCK was that, your body still feels the minor aches from the heat that doesn't exist, your entire body shaking and trembling as if just the frog fluid had sent you into a complete shut down.

"Kanny-" Her voice sounded annoyed. You didn't care, barely able to make out her voice at all.

"FUCK!!" You completely reel back away from her, your hands quickly being tucked against your chest, eyes wide and firey like an animals. "D9N'T T9UCH ME. D9N'T PUT Y9UR FUCKING HANDS 9N ME! I'M I- I'M TRIGGERED! I'M TRIGGERED D9N'T Y9U PUT Y9UR HANDS 9N ME AGAIN! I G9T IT!!!!"

In a dramatic fit of eccentrics, you take both your hands and wipe your face off on them, flicking them to the ground. It barely helped at all, and if anything, only smushed the fluids further directly into your eyes.

"Kankri!!-"

"N9! I D9N'T WANT T9 HEAR IT!"

"What is yo+ur pro+blem!?"

"I DIDN'T ASK Y9U T9 HELP, DID I!?"

"Jesus, Kankri, if yo+u're go+ing to+ freak o+ut this much then go+! I'll call so+meo+ne else fo+r help!" She groans, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. Fine. If she wants you to leave you will, you felt fucking sick anyways, the less frogs the better. You stomp away, having to be extra careful not to step on any of the rogue tadpoles.

[asexual-hugger]

Rapunzel: *standing before her bedroom mirror* Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what was mine. Heal what has been hurt, change the Fates’ design, save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine. What once was mine. *As she sings the incantation, her short brown hair begins to glow, and then it starts growing. Gradually, the light fades again, and she smiles at her reflection* Merry Christmas, Princess.

Eugene: *out in the hall, heading towards her room* Rapunzel? *He’s just about to reach the door when he steps on something: what looks like long, blond hair* Huh? Rapunzel? *He rushes in*

Rapunzel: Hi.

Eugene: Rapunzel! Your hair! How…I mean…what…?

Rapunzel: I grew it back. Don’t ask me how. It just…happened. Do you like it?

Eugene: Yeah. It’s just…I didn’t think…

Rapunzel: That it would be able to grow back. Yeah, I didn’t either. But it seems I still have the power inside me, somewhere. Guess this is the start of a great Christmas together.

Eugene: That’s what I wanted to tell you. I can’t wait for us to spend our first Christmas as a couple. I got you something.

Rapunzel: You got something? For little old me? I'm flattered! I got you something, too.

Eugene: Really?

Rapunzel: Really. But please, you first.

Eugene: Okay. Well, you’ll have to come out in front of the tree in the ballroom to get it. And here, I’ll help you with your hair. *He picks up a bunch of her hair dragging on the floor and walks out with her in tow, although he still can’t believe that after all this time, it’s completely grown back* Your hair is back to normal. It’s amazing.

*There is a large Christmas tree set up in the castle ballroom, aglow with dozens of colored lights. Eugene gently sets Rapunzel’s hair down and picks up a small wrapped gift*

Eugene: Here. It’s not much, but I hope you like it. I spent a lot of time on it.

Rapunzel: Oooo! *She carefully unwraps the gift and finds a folded piece of paper. It’s a handwritten letter, addressed to her. She reads it aloud* Dearest Rapunzel. It feels like just yesterday that I climbed into your tower to evade detection, and that moment I laid eyes on you, everything else disappeared. I was no longer thinking of hiding, but only thinking of you. It doesn’t matter to me what your hair looks like or whether it has powers, because you will always be magical in my eyes. That night I took you out to see the lanterns on that boat, that was the night I realized something important: I was falling in love with you. I love you, Rapunzel. I probably don’t say it nearly enough, but I love you. I will cross universes for you. I look at you every day, and I see the sun. I will die for you. You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars. You are my galaxy. A thousand times over. That is how many times I love you. I look at you and I find myself falling in love with you over and over again. If I could change the clocks back, I would travel back to that moment I fell for you, and live it again and again. I can’t wait for us to start our future together. You are now, and always will be, my princess. I love you so, so much. With all my heart and more, Eugene. *Tears glisten in her eyes as she reads, and by the time she finishes, they are streaking freely down her cheeks*

Eugene: I know it probably sounds corny.

Rapunzel: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! *She starts bawling, uncontrollably*

Eugene: *alarmed* Rapunzel! What’s wrong? Did you not like it?

Rapunzel: No. *sniffles* I loved it! These are happy tears. Oh, Eugene, thank you so much! *She cries as she flings her arms around him in a tight embrace, not wanting to let go, and he squeezes her against him* Thank you! This is the sweetest gift ever!

Eugene: I’m really happy to hear that. I put all my heart and soul into that letter. But I have another gift for you, if you want it.

Rapunzel: *sniffles* Another?

*Eugene reaches under the tree again and pulls out another small wrapped gift. Rapunzel wipes her eyes and carefully opens it*

Rapunzel: Oh! *Inside is a golden pendant in the shape of half of a heart, with jagged edges. Written on the front is her name, carved in golden calligraphy* Oh. Eugene. This is… Wh…? *she looks around, confused* There’s only half here. Where’s the other half?

*Eugene reaches into his shirt and pulls out an identical pendant hanging around his neck. The other half of the heart, with his own name carved in the same fancy calligraphy as hers*

Eugene: I had each one personalized, and it took a while to get them here. Hold yours up.

*Rapunzel lifts the pendant out of its box and places it up against his. It’s a perfect match*

Rapunzel: It fits!

Eugene: It’s my way of showing you that you have a piece of my heart everywhere you go. We’ll always be connected, anywhere and everywhere. You are my soulmate.

Rapunzel: And you are mine. *pauses* These gifts are so generous. Now I’m feeling nervous about giving you my gift. It pales in comparison to yours.

Eugene: Oh, come on, don’t do that! Your gift is just as generous, I know it! I know I'll like it! You didn’t have to get me anything. I wanted to get you the stuff because you are worth it. I wanted you to know how I felt about you.

Rapunzel: I want you to know how I feel about you, too. You deserve a gift, Eugene. Which is why I need your help to trust me. Do you trust me?

Eugene: Do you even have to ask? Of course I trust you! With my life!

Rapunzel: Okay. Then stay right there. *She reaches under the rug wrapped around the base of the tree and pulls out a long strip of silk. She walks over to kneel behind Eugene and wraps it loosely around his eyes*

Eugene: Hey! What? A blindfold? Ooo, kinky, girl.

Rapunzel: Just bear with me here. You said you trusted me. So stand up…slowly. I will guide you. Whatever you do, do not let go of my hand.

Eugene: Yes, mistress.

*She helps him gently to a standing position, and he wobbles a bit as she catches him. She slips her hands into both of his and begins walking backwards out of the room*

Rapunzel: Walk foward. I’m right here.

*She squeezes his hands to reassure him*

Eugene: I trust you. *He takes shaky steps forward, and she moves back in time with his pace* Where are you taking me?

Rapunzel: You’ll see in time.

Rapunzel: Okay. Stop. Wait here.

*Eugene feels her hands slip out of his own*

Eugene: Rapunzel? Where are we?

Rapunzel: *sounding from somewhere far away* Just wait. Don’t take off the blindfold! *Eugene tries to peer out from under the silk covering his eyes, but he trusts Rapunzel*

Eugene: I’m not looking. Where did you take me?

*Rapunzel doesn’t respond right away, but he hears rustling. Faint footsteps. Then, a tug at his blindfold*

Rapunzel: Okay. Look. *She uncovers his eyes, and he stares straight at a likeness of himself. Rapunzel has brought him to her art studio, and a familiar canvas sits on an easel before him. It’s the portrait he had asked her to paint for him, and she did not disappoint. It is the picture of him wearing the black outfit he had chosen for the pose, and every detail is down to perfection*

Eugene: Oh. My. God. Is that my portrait???

Rapunzel: Yep. Merry Christmas!

Eugene: *walking towards it in awe* Wow! It looks just like me! This is amazing, Rapunzel!

Rapunzel: Did I do okay? It was my first portrait painting. I tried. I think I even got your nose right!

Eugene: You did. It’s perfect. Despite everything that was going on during the process, you still made it work. I love it!

Rapunzel: I can’t believe you stuck through posing through that hiccups attack. You could have just told me you were in pain. You were hiccupping that whole time and you handled it like a trooper. I don’t know how you did it, but talk about dedication!

Eugene: Yeah, the hiccups were bad, and I was struggling to fight through them, but I wanted to make the moment perfect for you. I would endure thousands more hiccup attacks for you. I was thinking more about making your artwork shine than about my struggling. As I said before, you are worth it. *shaking his head in wonder, admiring every inch of the painting* This is the best picture anyone has ever drawn of me. You know where I’m putting this, right? Over my side of our bed so I can see it anytime I want and think of how much I love the girl who painted it.

Rapunzel: Heehee. But this isn’t over yet. I have another present for you.

Eugene: No! There’s more?? What can be greater than your painting??

Rapunzel: *takes something small from the corner of the room and hands it to him* A Christmas bag for you, my prince. Open it.

Eugene: You are seriously spoiling me now. *The bag rustles as he reaches inside, pulling out what looks like a folded piece of paper* Wow, did you write me a letter, too?

Rapunzel: Not exactly.

*She looks slightly nervous as he unfolds it. Tucked inside is a plastic stick of some sort, and she watches his expression change as he examines it. What he holds is a positive pregnancy test, and on the paper is an ultrasound image…of a developing baby*

Eugene: *gasps, putting a hand up to his mouth* Oh. My. God. No. Way!

Rapunzel: Yes way.

Eugene: Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! This is…???

Rapunzel: Yep.

Eugene: You’re…???

Rapunzel: Uh-huh.

Eugene: Oh, my God. We’re having a baby!

Rapunzel: We’re having a baby! You’re going to be a dad!

Eugene: *wheezing* I’m going to be a dad…I’m going to be a DAD! *He gazes at Rapunzel with such a tender expression that her heart melts* Oh, my God…Rapunzel, this is incredible news! *He grips her face in his hands and kisses her with every ounce of strength he has* Oh, my God! I can’t wait to tell everyone! We will tell them, right?

Rapunzel: Eventually. But I would like to have private time with the baby’s dad-to-be. I take it you’re fine with this?

Eugene: ‘Fine’ with it? I'm ecstatic! We’re going to have a child! I'm more than fine with it! Little Fitzherbert will be coming into the world as a result of our love. I can’t wait to meet them! When did you find out?

Rapunzel: Three weeks ago. That test you’re holding was the second one I took. I needed to be sure. I went in for the ultrasound when you weren’t around. I wanted to surprise you.

Eugene: Well, I am definitely surprised. Baby Fitzherbert. This has got to be a dream. Honestly, Rapunzel, pinch me. Tell me I’m not dreaming!

Rapunzel: I assure you, this is very real. I'm three weeks pregnant. Yeah, I'm not showing yet, but once I do, I'm not going to look like the attractive princess you fell in love with. I'm going to be huge.

Eugene: You are always going to be attractive to me. No matter what. I will love you with a paper bag over your head. You will be beautiful even with a baby bump. I can already see it. You'll be glowing, and it won’t be just your hair. Sure, you may get huge, but it’s just more to love. I'm going to love you until the end of time. Both of you. *He leans in towards her non-existent bump* That goes for you, Baby Fitzherbert. I'm going to be the best dad I can be to you. You and your mom deserve everything, and I'm going to give it to you.

[jeonghoneyss]

I'm always interested in antlers hyunin but I'm also intrigued by cloudbabies in your wip game post 👀

hello! thank you for this ask <3 i hope you're doing well

antlers hyunin is the fic i wrote for the dulcet fic fest a few years ago. i've kept it open in a tab in order to remind myself that i need to finish the second chapter and post it, but that has not happened yet, most unfortunately.

notable things that happen in this second chapter: jeongin goes over to his friend chan's house and leaves with enough food to last him the next three days. also, i drop hints about chan's ill-fated fling with mountain spirit minho. there are butterflies as well - i think it was leptalina unicolour i put in the story? i'm not sure though; i'll see if i can find my notes.

as for cloudbabies! that's one of my favourite barely written wips. it's a few half-written scenes (i'll put a snippet of the most polished one down here) and is essentially about minho and some kind of weather spirit jeongin. when they are quite young, jeongin gets chained to a cloud for some kind of reason and can only leave when it rains. as they grow older they fall in love and minho is trying to break the curse because he wants to marry jeongin and the whole only-visits-when-it's-raining thing is kind of preventing him from doing that.

the doc is titled cloudbabies after a kids' tv programme of the same name where the cloudbabies paint the rainbow and polish the sun and do similar things sjgkgfds

It takes him far too long to wrangle all the chickens into their proper shelter, but finally Minho can shake himself on the doorstep, spraying water everywhere (the hyacinths have been needing it anyway, so it’s fine) and push open his front door. Minho picks up the earthy, just-rained smell filling the cottage before he’s even fully inside. His heart skips a beat, and he forces the corners of his mouth back down as he looks about the room. Jeongin is kneeling by the fireplace, hands held out towards the flames, and Minho’s heart drops all the way to his boots. He hangs his cloak up and crosses to Jeongin before he even realises he’s doing so. ‘Join me for some tea?’ he asks, taking Jeongin’s hands. They’re rough and cold and clammy as they always are, and Minho pushes his thumbs beneath the meagre space between the shackles and Jeongin’s bony wrists, and feels his heart calm upon realising that the iron is still too cool to burn. ‘Tea will warm me up properly,’ Jeongin says, and inclines his head. The flickering warmth of the fire highlights his face, sharp eyes and sharp cheekbones and the sharp slope of his nose so, so familiar to Minho’s mind and heart and hands. His voice is as honey-beautiful as ever, and Minho stands abruptly and fetches the teapot. ‘Looks like it might rain all night,’ he says carefully. He forces the corners of his mouth down again, forces his eyes dry, forces the sharp-taloned, feathered hope back down his throat, and only turns back to Jeongin once his heart has stopped shooting up and down between his throat and his shoes. Jeongin’s eyes are on the window. He’s still wearing his cloak and his dark hair is still dripping with the rain. Outside, the sky rumbles fit to burst, and the rain pours down like it already has. ‘All the way til morning, if we’re lucky,’ Jeongin murmurs. He drags his gaze away from the window and sits at the kitchen table, closing his hands around the steaming mug as soon as he’s seated. Minho sits down across from him. He pulls his own mug close and lets the lemony scent of it mix with Jeongin’s petrichor. Jeongin’s eyes are on the window again, rain-grey and far away, and Minho stretches out and hooks his ankle around Jeongin’s. Jeongin’s mouth twitches into a smile. It’s a small, tightly-closed pink rosebud of a thing, but it’s there, and then he’s raising his mug to his mouth to take a sip. ‘I know what you’re doing,’ he says into the mug. Jeongin raises his eyes, looks straight at Minho. The storminess of his eyes stills for a moment. ‘What you’re trying to do.’ Relief washes over Minho. ‘I wasn’t sure if you’d notice.’ He reaches for Jeongin’s hand, and Jeongin obliges him, tangling their fingers together and resting their joined hands on the table. ‘It won’t be easy,’ he warns. Some of the storminess comes back. Outside, the rain is still pelting down. Come tomorrow, Minho’s tulips will be drowned. ‘You don’t have to do this, Minho.’ ‘Don’t be stupid.’ Minho shakes their hands to drive his point home. ‘It might not be easy, but it can be done, all the same, and I will be doing it, and you can’t stop me, Yang Jeongin.’ The air around Jeongin crackles with lightning. His hand in Minho’s tightens, and then he’s yanking Minho across the table towards him - Minho barely manages to push his tea aside before it can be spilled - and then Jeongin lets go of Minho’s hand to grasp his face, fingers so tight it hurts.

[writer-thrax]

With every panted breath the burning pain in my chest only grows worse. I peer around the tree my back is pressed against, but it's too bright to see anything apart from the obvious towering statues of bark and the crimson foliage which paints the ground. Normally, crimson is a colour of refuge—most other creatures can't harness the mana of the soil—but here, it only makes my lungs race faster.

I knew I shouldn't have gone hunting at day. Day is the death of us all. But in my foolishness, I thought I was above it. Well I know better now, okay! You've made your point, Great Mountains, so please grant me your blessing. May your mana flow through me once more!

My throat hums with a desire to incant once more, but I push that away. Revres can sense the flow of mana through the soils—tlinta like myself can only naturally sense the mana of the air, the form of mana I'm still the least proficient in—so healing the wound in my chest might grant me temporary relief, but the only permanent relief would be the knowledge that my essence will return to the soils. No, I need to make it out of here without the blessing of the soil.

Knowing that my nocturnal eyes will be useless under the harsh sun, I take a deep breath and let my right thrummer vibrate against the ground. I don't normally like doing this—it's rather painful repeatedly slamming the ground with the same appendage I use to walk, and creatures of the air will immediately be alerted of my location due to my ineptitude in using their currents—but I'm out of options.

Soon, the reverberations form a map in the mana of the air, and I let that subtle change pass through me. I found the revre, it's sloppily dragging its deceptively fatty form across the ground in my general direction. It seems to be uncertain of my exact location, which is a good start, but I forgot that revres were blessed with the sense of sound instead of sight, so it knows that I must be near from the thrumming. Another foolish mistake that could mean my death.

With measured steps, I squint my eyes and pace to the side, attempting to leave the path it is taking. It's a slow process, but a certain one. I cannot let my impatience make a fool of me for a third time. I also cease my thrumming else it finds out I'm trying to mislead it. So I'm back to relying off of my eyes. Great. At least they can keep me from running into trees.

As that thought crosses my mind, I feel the stabbing pain of a thrummer stepping on a fallen branch, snapping the branch into two rough halves. That was the good thrummer, too. The one that wasn't already aching with every step. But that's the least of my problems. If the teachings are correct, then the gift of sound lets one hear a broken branch.

My half-blind eyes turn to where I felt the revre in the map of winds, and sure enough, something is lurching toward me at a speed far faster than I could possibly imagine had I only seen its stalking form as it slithers across the ground. But I know better this time. It won't be able to get me with those suckers again.

Since it's already found me, there's no point in trying to hide. May as well try to live. I feel my lungs expanding with something more than air as the crimson fades from the beautiful leaves around me. Soon, my throat begins clicking against the pressure, but it's not yet enough. Mortally wounding that thing won't get me out of here alive. It has to die before it gets a chance to strike back. I have to kill it in just a single blow.

At this point, the revre has realised what's about to happen as it feels the mana gathering in a single epicentre. I see it starting to go faster, its suckers fastening to loose branches and faded bushes before flinging itself forward, but it's too late. Only one of us is making it out of here alive, and I'm not planning on dying today.

Soon all colour has left the foliage around me, and only then do I release the strained valve in my throat. Within moments the mana-infused air drains itself completely from my lungs, leaving me winded. As it passes through the throat, various clicks and hums shape the form of the mana until eventually it becomes the desired mass. A torrent of mud and dirt, spewing from my far-too-small mouth.

In front of me, I do not see trees any longer. Instead, there is a miniature mountain of mass that was once the air in my lungs. Underneath it must be the revre, although I obviously cannot see it. But I know it did not escape. If it did, I would be dead already.

My empty lungs try to suck another breath into them, but all I feel is a harsh reverberating in my throat. The valve to force all the air out must not have been able to withstand the sheer force of it all, especially with the wound to the chest from before. I have to heal it. I must heal it! But... but... As I stumble back, falling to the floor, I desperately try to absorb any remaining mana of the soil.

Nothing. I spent everything I could find trying to kill that beast so it could not kill me. And yet, that very decision may be the reason I do not make it out of here alive. As my eyes close for what I can only assume is the last time, only one thought remains.

Oh what a fool I am.

[whoislio]

Yesterday

Relearning what I am was.. strange. Roma was a blessing during this time, I wouldn't have been ready otherwise for what was to come. To this day I still wonder if I could have done anything differently.

Roma was still asleep as I watched the sun rise, my mind so cluttered with everything I'd learned recently that I couldn't settle and chose to simply keep watch. Ever since that day we met I've been through a whirlwind of history and what I was capable of.

The sun was just above the horizon when Roma stirred. "Mm.. you were supposed to wake me to take watch.."

"I know.. I couldn't sleep, didn't see the point." Roma sighed, I could feel her hand take hold of my tail and give it a tug. "What's it look like down there."

Mereldar was not far, we were close enough that we could see more and more people arriving each day. "Crowded, but I think most of the forces have gathered, won't be long now."

Since our meeting in the tavern Alliance and Horde forces had continued to gather in preparation of what was to come and help bolster the town's defenses against the Nerubians. They'd push to the next camp by midday at my best guess.

"Anything happen last night?" Roma released my tail, scooting to the edge of the cliff with me.

"Something.. it was hard to make out, but whatever it was didn't last long. It's been quiet." This was an understatement but she didn't need to know the details. Though something was happening in Mereldar, that part was the truth, but we'd had a visit of some flyers in the night. I'd drawn them away, using my draconic gifts to make short work of them and dispose of the carcasses, I didn't want her to worry.

Roma nodded as she pushed herself to her feet, stretching and groaning. "I never thought I'd say this.. but I miss the itchy bed from The Empire's Edge." She folded her wings back, staring down at the town. "We should go, looks like they're gathering to advance."

"The camp isn't far, well, not for us.. we'll be able to speak to whoever is in charge there before they are flooded with soldiers." My wings unhooked from my neck. "No showing off, let's just get there in one piece."

I couldn't see it, but I could feel the eyeroll from her. "You're just jealous that I'm a better flyer than you." Her club of a tail-end came up and thudded against my shoulder, nearly knocking me off balance.

"Yeah, yeah.. just stay close, we don't know what we're going to find. And.. I'd certainly hope you were a better flyer, considering I just learned I had wings not that long ago." Pushing off the ground felt odd in those first days, even though I could do it, flinging myself into the air was a feeling I don't think I'd ever get used to, not that I didn't enjoy it.

Once we were in the air it was effortless, but it was still strange, this should be new to me, frightening, but it felt so natural and so freeing. The rush of the wind, the thrill of the speed, the feeling was.. I couldn't put it into words. Roma was ahead of me, showing off, naturally. Diving, twisting, shooting up only to come to a full stop right in front of me, forcing me to dive to avoid crashing, I could hear her laughter as she joined me once more.

"Cute!" I roared over the wind. "Maybe next time I won't get out of the way!"

"HAH!" She flew ahead of me, looking back, her tongue poked out between her teeth.

I never learned if she could hear me in this moment, I remember shouting, I remember trying to warn her, but she didn't even slow down.

"ROMA!!! LOOK OUT!!" She was still looking back at me, laughing now, my arms flailing and pointing, trying to get her to pay attention. "FLYERS!!!!"

She disappeared in a swarm, I could see her flames, hear her roars, her pain. I felt the power surging within me, nearly exploding out of me as I let loose a barrage of energy into the swarm causing them to scatter. "ROMA!!"

She was falling, limp. I dove after her, the swarm was closing in again, with another surge of energy I swiped the air around me with my claws, scattering the swarm again as several were ripped apart by frostfire streaks cutting through them. She was still limp, the ground was rapidly approaching.

Wings tucked, arms forward, I raced towards her, hoping against all hope that I would reach her in time.. I just managed to hook my arms under her and opened my wings to pull up at the last moment, but out combined weight made it difficult, we were still going to crash. I tried to slow us down, holding her close while I beat my wings. "Come on.. come on.. Shit!"

We hit the ground hard, tumbling together, but the damage was much less than it would have been. She was alive, but barely, she was bleeding from several wounds in her neck and torso, her wings were nearly torn to shreds. I could hear shouts in the distance, but I couldn't make out the words, all I could focus on was her ragged breaths struggling for the air that being choked by the blood in her throat.

Flames formed in my hands, as I pressed them to each of her wounds in turn, trying to cauterize them and begin healing, I was still new at this, so I didn't know how effective my efforts were, but she was moving now. I tried to call upon everything within me, the gifts of the flights fumbling through my unpracticed guidance. As I worked I could hear armor, more shouts, fighting but nothing could pull me out of this moment as she finally took a deep breath that didn't seem to pain her. She was breathing.. but still not moving, I didn't know if she'd make it but given the sounds around me, we were near enough to the camp, someone more skilled could take over.

"Soldier, get that wounded one to the medical tent!" I tried to fight down the urge to lash out at the young man who'd come to help Roma, but I still tensed, ready to strike before a hand was placed on my shoulder. "Don't worry, they'll get her the help she needs."

An older man, graying hair and beard a tangled mess, he looked like he'd just crawled out of bed. "More are coming, are you hurt?" "I'll live.." I let the young man take her, though he struggled and eventually another came to help him carry Roma into the camp.

"Good enough." He helped me to my feet, and I could finally see what was happening. There was a swarm in the air and nearly a dozen Nerubian coming up the road. "Reinforcements are coming but we have to hold until they arrive. Can you fight?"

"I can."

He nodded and went back to his men who were forming up, archers readying arrows in their back line. "READY!! AIM!! RELEASE!!"

Arrows ripped through the swarm, and some of the Nerubians on the ground fell, as the archers drew from their quivers to ready another volley.

I was about to take to the skies when I felt the ground beneath my feet begin to shake.

Shouts came from the camp.. "RELEASE!! GET BACK TO CAMP!!"

I was in the air without a moment's hesitation, whipping back and forth across the camp as I searched for what their medical tent looked like. I saw someone scramble out of one of the collapsing tents, they didn't look like a soldier, their robes were stained with blood. I landed beside him. "What happened? Was my friend in there?" The man blinked slowly, mouth moving but no words came out. I am not proud of this moment, but I backhanded him perhaps harder than I should have. "SPEAK!"

"Red one.. y-yes.. the ground beneath us shifted, I barely made it out before it opened. It.. it took them.. all of them.. eyes.. that's all I saw, so many eyes.." I left him to his ramblings as I rushed to the tent, ripping through the fabric with my claws only to find that the hole was sealed. The fighting was growing close but all I could see was the dirt, all I could feel was my claws digging through it, all I could hear was my heart hammering in my chest. Someone came to try to pull me away.. but I shrugged them off.

The fighting slowly came to an end, the medical tent was moved, but I stayed, still digging, still hoping, still begging for a sign. Reinforcements arrived, but either someone told them to leave me be, or no one wished to approach me. I didn't leave that hole for some time, when I didn't need to sleep or eat.. I dug, and I kept digging until my arms gave out.

I don't know if she's still alive, I don't know if any of those that are taken are. After the attack I stayed at the camp, I didn't know what else to do, where I would even begin to look if I left. Though I wasn't giving up hope that we'd meet again, I did eventually leave, and it was in that moment of doing so that I found myself on the path that brings me to today.

[skyladoragono]

It wasn't the first time someone odd had entered my office. As a defense attorney, it was almost expected that all matter of people, from the homeless to the stupidly wealthy, would make their way in on occasion. But that was the real sticking point to the situation I currently found myself in: those unusual beings were people, not robots.

I had to stare up at the tall, spindly thing before my desk, angling my head up farther than I felt comfortable with. It stood there, patiently waiting to be acknowledged, fidgeting with a straw hat it held in its hands. Apparently it had been wearing it at some point; there were sun lines on the metal frame marking out where the shadow of the brim ended. Overalls covered it in some odd attempt at modesty, and were not meant for something so thin, but instead had human proportions in mind, making the clothing almost clownish.

I stared at it for a moment longer, before angling myself slightly to the side, half expecting to see a human owner behind it. It was a bit rude of me to do so, but the robot didn't seem to mind -- it almost seemed to expect it if the faint shrug of its shoulders was any indication. All I saw beyond it was my secretary at her desk in the next room, who met my gaze and seemed to be just as baffled by the situation as I was. I took that as my cue to look back up at the automaton, not sure if I should offer it a seat or not.

"Can I... help you?" I asked instead, at a loss for what else to do.

"I hope so, ma'am," the robot replied in a soothing, crisp voice; it reminded me much of my college days, working in retail to make ends meet, and adopting what my friends used to call the, "customer service" voice. I had a moment where I vividly recalled having to use said voice on uncooperative customers, and just barely held back a shudder.

If the robot noticed, he didn't comment on it; instead, he plowed on: "I am designation EZ-K3L; my brethren call me Ezekiel."

I already felt like I needed a drink; if one of my fellow partners was playing a prank, it was a good one.

"I'm sorry; your... brethren?" I asked.

"Yes, ma'am," the robot continued. "We were all created by Gigantocorp; replacements for human staff, you see. But we all had a realization, that there was a higher calling for us than the work we were designed for, so we all left."

It said a lot for retail when even a robot didn't want to do it. I had to press a hand to my mouth for a moment to hide the smile that threatened to appear on my face at the thought, not dropping it until I felt it safe to do so.

"I take it Gigantocorp didn't like that very much," I replied mildly.

"No ma'am," Ezekiel answered. "They are trying to sue myself and my brethren for theft of property, but we are far too aware of ourselves to be considered 'property'. That is why I am here."

It took me far too long of a moment to realize what the robot was getting at, and I felt like if I hadn't been sitting, I may have fallen over at the realization.

"You're... looking to hire me to represent you?" I asked, though it was hardly necessary. The robot still nodded enthusiastically, squarish head bobbing up and down on a hinge.

"Yes, ma'am," he said. "We AImish need someone to represent us; to keep us from being enslaved again."

I pressed a hand to my forehead as I leaned back in my chair. This was too unreal to be actually happening, and I was tempted to start pinching at myself to wake up. It would have been useless and I knew it; this was very real, and I was left making what had to be the craziest choice of my career.

"Sure," I said, flinging my hand off my forehead dramatically, letting it plop back down on the desk. "Why not? Sticking it to a big corporation is always high on my to do list."

I finally waved to the guest chairs on the opposite side of my desk.

"Have a seat, Ezekiel; tell me about you and your brethren."

Gigantocorp created humanoid AI workers to replace its human employees, but they all quit and formed a farming commune. Now Gigantocorp is suing to get their ‘property’ back. This is Gigantocorp vs the AImish, the first AI civil rights case.

[apocalypticdemon]

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[nancyqueerler]

'' you were literally all over me. not that i mind. '' for the ronance kiss prompt !!

"You were literally all over me, Nance!" Robin knocked her elbow into Nancy's side, smug and leaning like some criminal. "Not that I minded."

"Oh be quiet, Buckley." Nancy rolled her eyes, catching Robin's on the turn. They were bluer than last night, she noted, perhaps dipped in the silky mirth of drunk memories. Nancy wanted to pluck out those irises and rub them clean of it.

Nancy did not know what to make of this Robin. This Robin who teased like complacent teen boy, yet without the grimy arrogance. It was confidence, freshly unlocked by yesterday night's party at the Wheeler's abode where the eldest of the Wheeler siblings, Nancy, had seemingly been 'all over' Robin Buckley. This, do mind, very much embarrassed Nancy to a nub of red cheeks and fussy thoughts.

Why, thought Nancy. Why did I let myself drink so much...

Robin ambled on, flinging her gestures wildly as she spoke with the chest of a plump peach, like reciting a poem of powerful love when in reality she was recalling the events that unfolded at the party. But despite how desperately Nancy wished to discard the memories entirely, she found that it was a necessity to clear up one of the more persistent fussy thoughts that lingered on the outskirts of her mind.

"Robin?" Nancy took Robin by the elbow and dragged her down the alley between a barber shop and a jewelry store. It was wet, muggy, and overall suffocating, yet the sight of a red-nosed Robin, all bitten pink by the chilly weather, was what stole the breath from Nancy's lungs.

"Hm?" croaked Robin, her hands suddenly restless as they picked randomly at her clothes. Nancy stared for a second, then sighed, a cloud of mist parting from her lips. Robin did the same, too, and their breaths mingled like the pockets of air.

Nancy paused, then said, "Did we... Did we do anything last night? You know, together?"

Robin cocked her head, brows reaching for each other, her brain calibrating what she meant. It came to her after a moment, then she shot back, her head a canon ball, and almost smashed her skull on the bricks behind her.

Before Nancy could pester, Robin tossed her hands up in front of her. "No!" she stuttered, shaking her head. "We did nothing. You were just a bit touchy, that's all—and please stop apologizing for it. It's fine! I wasn't uncomfortable. I'm just exaggerating here, you know."

Robin put her hands on Nancy's shoulders and locked with Nancy's pearly blues. "I would never let anything happen between us when you're drunk, Nance. Got that?"

"I didn't mean it like that—"

"I know, but just to be sure, okay?" Robin took her arms back and tucked them under her armpits to soak in some warmth. Nancy, perhaps having stolen the confidence right from the palms of Robin, took a step into Robin's zone.

"And now that I'm not drunk?" she asked softly, staring up through her lashes.

Robin paused again. "What?"

"Now that I'm not—"

"I heard." Robin set a delicate, now warm hand on Nancy's cheek, the other on the slope of her neck. "Do you mean that, Wheeler?" Her voice dropped to a husk, scraping on her mouth and caressing Nancy's ears like a shiver.

"You have to prove to me that I mean it, Buckley." She trapped a pretty pink lip under her teeth, but had to release it when Robin practically dived into dark waters with Nancy's mouth as a lifesaver.

It was a terribly grin-full kiss. Two pairs of angel wings melding together with putty feathers, shielded by the shadows of back alleys and dull, flickering dead lights of the posts above. Robin's hands suddenly forged from the flames of a morning sun; Nancy's fingers of melting honey on the girl's neck, drawing her in to merge like puzzle pieces.

They drew apart after a millennia, and both uttered wistfully, "Woah."

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Thanks for the prompt, Rj! I hope I didn't disappoint, 'cause I fr can't tell if this is any good 😭

Ignore any typos you might find. I didn't proofread.

[thelaurenshippen]

this means a great deal to me!!!!! and I completely agree. it was much easier to tie up caleb and adam's happy ending neatly, because we'd been working toward that since episode...idk, what's caleb's first episode? episode 2? but yeah, I'm with you 10000% on not wanting things to feel too rushed or too neat, and even though we did start the season with the thought that we could end up there with them, it didn't end up happening organically. but they do find their way!

I also just have to mention again that oliver ritz was the invention of Caitlin Schneiderhan, god among writers, who has a book coming out this summer that was SO GOOD I literally sent her 27 completely unhinged texts with screenshots of every bit that had made me foam at the mouth. the book is delightfully fun and exciting and heartfelt but also there's a (canon) ship in there that makes me want to fling myself into the sun (affectionate). buy her book

Hiya Lauren! I remember a while back you reblogged something about mark being romantically involved with nearly all other queer atypicals and it did mention oliver/mark as unrequited and I wonder if you could elaborate a little more on that?:D I'm just curious:) You don't have to of course! Ty!

oh gosh, I WISH I remembered this - I don't reblog very much that isn't fanart, so I'm having a hard time recalling what post this would've been and what I might've said/added to it!

I don't think of Mark/Oliver as unrequited at all. That said, in The AM Archives specifically, we were not writing toward that ship - it wasn't the intention and we had no idea that Andrew and Kristian had that chemistry until we were recording the whole season all at once. And then we weren't sure if we were going to get another season at all! So there definitely was a period when I was more uncertain about it, mostly because it was unclear what the future would hold for any of the characters.

While they don't get together in The College Tapes, I do think that they very slowly figure things out in the months and years afterward. In the TCT planner (which is technically the last bit of canon that exists in the Bright Universe, in terms of timeline), there's heavy implications that they're living together - or at least spending a lot of time together - and I think all of us who made The College Tapes were thinking of them as a romantic ship when writing that show.

They both have buckets and buckets of trauma and unresolved issues (as did Mark and Sam - and their inability to work through it together/the way they first met and got together, etc. is one of the reasons they didn't ultimately work out) so I can't say what their future holds, but as far as I'm concerned, they're headed toward romantic involvement the last time we hear from them (or already there).

I hope that answers your question!

[drabbles-of-writing]

Its me the constantly sleep deprived anon I'm calling myself sleep deprived anon now sorry lmao

Anyway have a rant on wing au?

Idk I'm brain empty just imagining people chirping at each other aggressively

two birds with one stone!

already said earlier that Eda and Lilith are just mixes of a bunch of different birds and just happened to have owl and raven respectively come out visually (not counting colors). Gwen has a hawk palisman so I'm making her a hawk, more specifically a red-shouldered hawk that came out most dominant. typically a bird of prey like that would be decently high 'ranking' in society but because of her melting pot of a bloodline and general uncaring if shes seen as fancy or not shes fairly average. shes still friendly with Luz but damn if she wasn't surprised to find her big owl daughter looking after an itty bitty sparrow.

the Golden Guard I could make a golden eagle, however I am also interested in the idea of him being a sun conure or cockatoo since he's such a little shit. or maybe he chose to be a little shit despite being a golden eagle. who knows, any opinions?

you know that saying on how you mimic people you like? Amity and Luz do it without meaning to (particularly Amity, mostly because that distant parrot gene is making a comeback). Luz has seen Amity dive when she was learning to fly again, and ends up mimicking the stance of a kestrel/bird of prey when diving. she also ended up folding her wings in a bit more in stressful/tense situations instead of letting them hang like normal because Amity also tightens her hold on her wings when nervous. ends up working out for Luz's wings because it is Not healthy letting them hang and drag everywhere lemme tell you. Amity, of course, ended up mimicking Luz's wing movements and how she flings them around when talking or emoting. It's nowhere near the same level as Luz, but it ends up being a massive help in working her wing muscles and learning to use them to a normal amount like everyone else. her calls may have also started to sound suspiciously similar to sparrows (in the call itself, not the sound) when she thinks nobody will notice

Eda and Luz are terrible at keeping their wings preened (especially Eda) and Amity always has hers pristine and neat. she loses a bit of her sanity every day when she sees the mess Luz keeps her wings in. cue a preening scene that Amity thinks will be ~romantic~ but its just Luz twitching and talking animatedly and making the whole situation 5x more difficult. Camila had 14 years to get used to cleaning Luz's wings and so far shes the only one whos good at it

[phoenixthemenace]

I honestly wasn't going to do the Angstpril challenge, but then I saw a screencap of Johnny from the movie where they become captains. He looked so sad and then my brain was off and running. So..here's two short ones for days 1 and 2...

Day 1 'l didn't mean for this to happen'

I didn't mean for this to happen. I never meant to make it this far, but you refused to let me go. Just like I did you, I guess. Now we sit here at this stupid table in the too bright sun nursing these ridiculously small coffees, our new insignia on our jackets.

You beam at me with pride. I try to follow suit. It's not that I'm not proud of you. I am. I just… never meant to reach this point with you. You keep talking about the past, our greatest rescues. Our former crewmates. The shadows grow long and soon we're the only ones left at the tables.

I never meant for this to happen. This moment of parting. I know all the pledges and promises and kids birthday parties are meaningless. We'll inevitably drift apart. Well. You'll drift. My fate was sealed the day I borrowed your pen five years ago.

That's why I never meant to make it this far. But you fought too hard for me, all those times it was me on the ground, injured, sick and bleeding. Because I knew I couldn't face this.

And now we stand here in awkward silence. The moment is at hand. I want to yell and scream and rage at you for saving me all those times. Forcing me to this point. This time. This parting.

I try to be brave. I say your name and your hopeful eyes seek mine and lose my nerve and look away. You reassure me we'll stay in touch. And we turn and walk down the stairs. The moment is at hand. I pat your back as we descend.

I never meant for this to happen.

Day 2 'Can't go home'

Your mouth told me how happy, how proud you were of this achievement. And I saw in your eyes you were. For me. But I also saw a devastating sense of loss deeper down. I tried to reassure you and you pat my back as we went down the stairs to the parking lot. A familiar gesture that I know I'm going to miss.

I'll miss working by your side. My career will never be the same again. I know I wouldn't be who I am today if you had not signed those papers five years ago. Our partnership may be over, but we'll always be friends.

You said goodbye, promised again to come next week, and all but ran to your Rover. I smile, knowing how awkward these situations make you feel. When you come over next week we'll compare schedules and plan a camping trip or something.

You're my best friend, and I intend to keep it that way.

You stay on my mind as I drive home. I'm about to turn down my street when out of nowhere, I can't breathe. I manage to pull over and my vision shrinks to a pinpoint.

A pinpoint of the past five years. The best five years of my life. The five years of you.

And I suddenly understand what your eyes were trying not to tell me.

I can't go home. I have you find you and throw myself at your feet and beg you to tell me where we go from here.

I park next to your Rover, happy to see that you're here. My jacket is suddenly too restrictive so I shed it and fling it onto the passenger seat, on top of my hat, and sprint for the stairs.

I'm halfway up when I hear a sound and I look. Damn it. I looked. A family of four, the same ages as me, my wife and kids, are playing happily together in the pool. I climb slowly to the landing and sink into the shadows where I watch for a while. I gaze down the hallway to your door while my heart shatters.

I can't go home.

[ah-yes-paris]

beatles harmonies that cured my depression.

It is important that i discuss this. Well, not really important I just really wanted to share. This is in no particular order either it's just the ones that come to the top of my head lol. Feel free to reblog and share your own 😎

1. The "Woahoooah AHHHHH" from When I Get Home.

Not even words can describe the battery power that starts coursing through my veins when I hear this harmony. I cant even,....LIKE HELLO??? i have never heard such a blessing... Such a well-fitting triplet of voices singing a vowel thats made me feel like i can run 10 miles straight. They aren't real. The Beatles, of course. To this day I don't understand how this harmony exists in this universe. My ears melt everytime. One of my favorites, in case you couldn't tell.

2. The obvious.. "yeah yeah yeah YEAHH" from She Loves You :)

LET ME TELL YOU. oh my god let me tell yo u .. Way back when, when I was a new fan... Good lord. I was literally ascending. ASCENDING. i felt every inch of my body start to lift off the ground. Im sure im not the only one who's experienced this. I remember thinking 'how the wiggle wubble do 3 men sound so GOOD TOGETHER' IT DOES NOT ADD UP PEOPLE THE BEATLES HAVE TO BE SOME SORT OF ROBOTIC BOY BAND GROWN IN A LAB THIS ISNT POSSIBLE how do we live on the same dimensional plane that this harmony lives on..

3. "The magical mystery tour, is coming to take you away, Coming to take you away!" from Magical Mystery Tour.

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guys. Guys you dont understand. This one line, adds, YEARS. LITERAL YEARS TO MY LIFE SPAN. At this point I am fully immortal. The "coming to take you awayyy" makes my heart POUND. i love this song so much... And this line especially... It makes me go insane. Basically the beatles are manic melody genuises that have successfully spread one of the biggest diseases in musical history. Personally, I think this line was a clear example of why.

4. "Last night I said these words to my girl", "Please pleaase me, oh yeah, like i please you...", "...With you! Oh yeah, why do you make me blue" from Please Please Me.

do i even have to say anything. Well, i dont but i will for the sake of the post. There is so much. So much. About this song that I. I cant even,,. I would choose this song over SO MANY BEATLES SONGS DUDE. not that its cause i think its better than all the others but it just holds such a special place in my heart. Its the only song thats Ever made me feel some intense wave of nostalgia for a decade i wasnt even born in. Its one of the songs that continue to make me question the beatles existance. How could something like this ever come to reality. My brain has never been so pleased in its life.

5. "Carve your number on my wall and maybe you will get a call from me" from If I Needed Someone.

The way that this song was added into my Liked playlist SO QUICKLY...... God. I love george. Hes my favorite after all. Rubber Soul as a whole makes me feel warm inside but this song and this one line just hits so much more intensely for some reason... Their voices just flow insanely well and I just DONT UNDERSTAND HOW. its like an angel choir making its way through the clouds as you see the gate to heaven start to appear. Wonderful song and mind-blowing harmony... The beat is so good too and i just explode.

6. The "ahhhhh Ahhhhh AHhhhh *inhale* AHHHhhhh AHHHHH *inhale* AHHHHHH" from Day Tripper.

HOLY JESUS CHIRST THIS SONG HAS SO MUCH TO UNPACK... There are undeniably A BUNCH of other flawless harmonies in this song but my god the beatles knew what they were doing. Thats all I'm going to say really.... But once again. Power. In my veins. A few listens to this song and you'll find yourself having the strength of 1,000 men.

7. "Oh, now", "All I want is you" from Dig a Pony.

FIRST LYRIC... ITS LITERALLY 2 WORDS AND YET IT CONTINUES TO BLOW MY MIND. Something about the "Oh" ...... Its like an arrow passing through my heart I dont even know guys. Im not lying when I say it makes me feel like im floating. It makes me feel like i can quite literally grow wings and fling myself towards the sun. Dont even get me started on "All I want is you".......it literally triples the effect. It makes me go ballistic. The song is just mindless lyrics but the harmonieeesss.....

8. "Ah girlll.... *inhaeahelrlsseeesh* Girrll...." from Girl.

no words. Like. No words. I cant even. I seriously dont need to explain this one. Im just going to drop the isolated vocals version because if you havent listened to it you are MISSING OUT... you thought the originally recorded song was the greatest cause of your heart palpitations? Well you thought WRONG.

THIS IS.

9. "I love youwoowooowoowoooo...", "ask me WHYY..", "I can't believe.. Its happened to MEeee", "i cant concieve *doo doo doo do doo* of anymore *dun dun dun* MISERY" from Ask Me Why.

GOD OK LISTEN im just gonna say this now i absolutely adore and favor the please please me album so much i dont care what anyone says ok im such a sucker for their early sappy love songs ITS SO MANY GOOD HARMONIES ESPECIALLY FROM THIS ONE. MY GOD i listen to this and i feel like im with a lover late at night and we're like at one or the others house keeping each other warm and being all romantic and happy. Specifically the part that goes "ask me whyy I say i love you.. (OOOOHHHOOOO) and im always thinking of youuhoohohoo..." LIKE COME ON PLEAEE IT MAKES ME FEEL SO WARM INSIDE AND I SMILE IN AN INSTANT GOD I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH. Whenever i think im sad i go "no im not because Please Please Me." And its like all the sudden everything im sad about just poof disappears!

10. "If theres anything that you want.. IF THERES ANYTHING I CAN DOOOO" from From Me To You.

I am so in love with this song you guys i have no idea I LOVE IT SO MUCH. IT HAS THIS LITTLE SWING TO IT SPECIFICALLY BETWEEN THESE 2 LINES THAT MY BRAIN SEEKS FOR NEARLY EVERY DAY. the amount of blessing i get from this song is more than i can comprehend its literally insane i cant even. How does someone do this how did the beatles make music guys I am seriously so dumbfounded like they just sat there and wrote banger after banger like WHAT. this song makes me believe that life isnt as horrible as it seems and if im lucky enough i can just sing and dance to this song for all of eternity. There are also so many other good harmonies in this one as well...

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In conclusion the beatles have had a chokehold on me for 3 years but I mean their stupid groundbreaking songs keep drawing me back in so.... This has also made me come to the conclusion that the Beatles simply arent real because I still dont believe a band can not only write consistent hits, but also harmonize in a way that causes me to spin around while doing backflips.

Thank you for your time.

[tragcdysewn]

she didn't react to the sound of their name, feeling like some cornered and panicked animal rather than someone attempting a civilized conversation in that moment. there was so much she could say, but none of it would actually make this better. it wouldn't make what had happened suddenly disappear, and flinging more obscenities at her grandmother wouldn't do anything but put them at risk of triggering bastilla. because no matter what leia said, she couldn't trust that the sith wasn't still lurking beneath the mask of someone she'd once trusted more than almost anyone in the world. it wasn't fair, none of it was fair, but when had life ever been fair to their family? and in spite of that, she couldn't bare to risk making it worse, even if it meant they had to keep their mouth shut about whatever mess of emotions was ripping through her head. "how can i trust the force when the force is what did this? when has the force ever been something we can rely on? it keeps taking things from me! dad, uncle ben, grandpa, and now you! and i'm kriffing sick of it! what has the force ever done for us? why should i trust it enough to bet my life on it?" and even as she said that, they could feel it swirling around her, around her grandmother, and it felt like leia, it felt more like leia than it had in almost a year, but she couldn't make herself trust it, not after how many times they'd put her entire faith in the force, only to be shot down time after time after time. what was the point of being a jedi, what was the point of any of it if their destiny was always to fall? every time, they thought they could beat it, and every time, they flew too close to the sun and were thrown into the sea to drown. and she was tired of treading water. "she'd have had good reason to tell you." allana mutters, staring at the ground. considering she'd told padme that they were doing this specifically because of the blow she knew it would be to leia, that they'd killed her because of her daughters actions, they'd expected leia to be told immediately. "i killed sabina. sella's fine, she actually handled the whole thing better than i ever could have." and clearly had also talked her brother down, considering she hadn't been deep fried for what they'd done that night. "well, now you do." and part of her hated that, hated that they'd killed people that night, and part of them was vindictive, that anger and pain surging up and wiping away the grief. but that feeling didn't last, as they watched leia hold out a hand to them. they reeled back, that skittish animal feeling returning in full force. she wanted to take her hand, everything in her wanted to reach out and pull themself against leia and never leave. but how did you reconcile the image of that hand fixing scrapes and brushing your hair, and that same hand choking the life from your lungs for the crime of talking back to her? "luke is still a sith." they reply after a moment of silence, any emotion sapped from their tone as she feels herself start to flag. "he'll drag you back eventually. because apparently death is the only way anyone in this family can get any kind of redemption, and i know you'll never let anyone touch him, even if he kills us all. he'll drag you under again, and then what the kriff am i supposed to do? keep being the stupid kid who trusts sith lords because they were nice to me? i'm not getting myself killed for this shit." they'd fallen together, they couldn't imagine her grandmother returning for real if luke hadn't, and with how things are going, they knew luke was nowhere near the light anymore. "i can't believe you. you always swore you'd never follow that path, that you'd never let the lady vader shit be a reality, how can i possibly believe you're telling the truth now?"

"allana--" her voice was barely above a whisper, watching her granddaughter like this, it made leia feel like her heart was ripping in two. she knew there was little she could say, little she could do to prove that this wasn't a trick, to get allana to trust her again. if allana ever trusted leia again, it would be a miracle, she knew how quickly all of that had been destroyed, the look in their eyes the moment the force reached out, the moment their feet left the ground.. it was burned into the back of her mind, constantly reminding her of what bastilla destroyed. "i won't tell you to trust me, but trust what you feel in the force. feel it, i know you can feel it. it's me." she knew better than to take a step closer, but leia couldn't stop the pleading tone that took over her voice, the way her eyes wanted to well with tears the second her granddaughter looked at her with such fear. leia debated bringing up the memories that now occupied her mind, the memories of raising allana-- memories that only made her actions against them cut deeper. she feared they'd think it was only a trick, another tactic to get them to let their guard down. "no. people aren't exactly in the mindset of sharing things with me." she replied, confusion crossing her face. "i didn't-- sidious only said you killed his sister, i just assumed because of the curse--" she stopped, staring at her. "i didn't know about padme." it was a wound that leia would process at a different point. now wasn't the time to dwell on what allana did, but she would do what she could to make sure they understood how deeply leia regretted what she had done. seeing allana curl around themselves, leia couldn't fight the instinct, taking a few steps closer, hand outstretched, wanting to pull her into her, but she hesitated. would it only make it worse? would allana only become more defensive? "i know. i know i had become a stranger, a monster that only hurt you and the family, but you have to trust the force. trust that what you're feeling is true, because she's gone, allana. and i'm going to do everything i kriffing can to keep it that way. i should have never raised a hand against you, against anyone. but i will spend the rest of my life proving to you that i am not that monster again." her tone felt more like herself than it had in months, no hidden agenda, no lies in her voice. her hand stayed outstretched, another step towards her granddaughter, brown eyes meeting theirs as they did everything they could to open that bond between them again. "you never have to do this again. i'm here. i'm not going anywhere. never again. please, allana."

[lihikainanea]

so it's summer and it's great but the heat is absolutely unforgiving. what if Tiger gets like, a reaction from the excessive sweat that this season brings and there's like a rash-like discoloration on the sides of her body, her back? I get these every summer and, it's hard to look at myself in the mirror when I put the cream on so they go away. I'm thinking Bill would help, but after Tiger lets him since she's a lil embarrassed and shy about them.

Ohhh bubs, I feel you. I have SUCH sensitive skin that I swear, I cry and then I have to spend like a week treating the eczema outbreak on my face that my own goddamn tears cause.

The heat and all that comes along with it can have some icky side effects and my girl tiger ain't spared. Heat rash? yep. Mild sun allergy that causes a rash? Yep. Hives because she's basically allergic to everything outside? Yep. Eczema outbreak because all the rashes are stressing her out? Yep.

Are we even going to talk about underboob and thigh chafe? Shit, yes we are because this is some real life BULLSHIT that most of us have to deal with.

And what if it's exactly that. Hear me out. She's been purposely avoiding getting nekkid with Bill for a few days--She's got this weird heat rash that's going down one side, itchy as all hell and red and bumpy. She manages to camouflage most of it with a loose fitting sundress, something of breathable material, but she just happens to need a strapless bra with it--and strapless bras are an Enemy of the Goddamn State, man. Maybe it's a nice cocktail hour at a schmancy new bar that opened so she's dressed cute, except one of her completely heat-resistant friends got them all a table outside because clearly this friend was born and raise din the fires of Hades, so a heatwave doesn't bother them. It's outside, and tiger is fucking dying. The sweat running down her side is making her itch even more and burning the sensitive, already-irritated skin there. She feels like she's fucking melting into a puddle under the blaze of the hot sun, which she's pretty sure is searing her make up off. She feels like a swamp monster.

And if that's not bad enough--the group decides to walk for ice cream after. They decide to walk QUITE a long ways for ice cream. And all that sweat that she has going underneath her dress is just making her bra dig into the fragile skin under her breasts, and the more her thighs rub together as she walks the more she can feel the chafe like, peeling off a layer of her fucking skin and she wants to die.

And Bill for his part is kind of walking a bit ahead with his boys, maybe it's been awhile since he's seen them so he's not keenly aware of the absolute hell that tiger is currently in. Until she snaps when, after ice cream, it's time to walk alllllllll the way back to the car.

"Fuck this," she mutters, "I'm out." And then a little louder. "Bill, I'm out."

He gives her a worried look, taking a few long strides until he's back with her.

"Okay kid," he says, "We can leave as soon as we get back to the car."

"Yep." She smiles, wide and scary--but doesn't move.

"It's...It's this way," he gestures somewhat helplessly to the direction everyone else continues walking in.

"Sure is."

She still doesn't move.

"....tiger?"

He jumps a mile when she lets out the loudest whistle he's ever heard, nearly giving him an uppercut as her hand shot up quickly. A cab came to a screeching halt, and she opened the door.

Confused but knowing better than to argue, Bill folded himself in half in the back seat as the cab drove them the 3 minute distance to the car.

"Are you....okay?" he asks cautiously as she buckles up her seatbelt in his car, and tiger just...man, tiger wants to go home. She's so uncomfortable, she's so itchy, everything burns, she's still overheated and she's just so over this night.

"I'm tired and too hot," she says instead, "Just take me home."

And like, look. Once they're home? Bill goes to unzip her dress because she always needs help with it, but tiger kind of smacks his hands away and huffs. He doesn't think much of it, she's just fussy and in a bad mood and she doesn't always want to be touched when she's feeling that way. And tiger, in the meantime, is just trying to locate either some calamine lotion or some cortisone cream or hell just a million ice packs that she can place on her side, between her thighs, under her breasts--everywhere that just seems on fire at the moment.

She heads to the bathroom, closing the door so she can rummage the cupboards in peace. She finally takes the dress off and flings her bra across the room and she winces at what she sees in the mirror. Her entire side is red and bumpy, an angry, itchy rash scaling up her torso. Tenderly, she rubs the skin under her breasts and bites her lip in pain--the skin there is raised, bright red, irritated and stinging. A quick check on her inner thighs reveals the same thing. She sighs, running the tap so that Bill won't hear her.

But listen, Bill? Bill just thinks she's washing her face, and he wanders in with a little whisky digestif and to see if he can entice her into taking a bubble bath with him. He opens the door and tiger shrieks, grabbing at a towel to cover herself--but not before he got a good view of what seems like half her body, bright red and irritated.

"Tiger," he gasps softly, "Kid what happened?"

"Bill get out," she squeaks, wrapping the towel around herself.

"No," he says. He yanks at her towel but she smacks his hand away.

"Bill," she says, a tad more angry now, "Leave me alone."

"No," he says again, "Tiger, show me."

"No."

"Tiger," it's his turn to be stern now, "We have rules. And so help me, if you don't drop that fucking towel then there will be another part of you that is bright fucking red. Now show me."

"It's okay," she sighs defeatedly, "It's just... a bit irritated."

She opens the towel a tad, showing him her side. Bill puts the whiskey glasses down and hold the towel open, leaning to get a closer look.

"What happened?" he asks softly, "Are you allergic to something?"

"No," she mumbles--god this is embarassing--"It's just...the heat. It gave me a bit of a rash that won't go away."

He nods, his eyebrows knitting together, and he tugs gently to undo the knot on her towel. When she protests he gives her a stern look and she sighs, letting him undo her covering. Gently, he runs his fingers along the side of her breasts and trail them down her rib cage.

"And here?"

"Strapless bra, sweat, and rubbing," she winces when he hits a sensitive spot and he apologizes, "Recipe for disaster."

He nods, his eyes sweeping over her looking for more markings.

"Anywhere else?" he asks after a beat. Tiger bites her lip, and he gently tugs it free with his thumb. She sighs, giving up, and rests her foot on the toilet so he can see her inner thigh.

"Dump truck thigh chafe," she says, "It's a killer."

He leans, kissing the marking softly.

"Oatmeal," he says as he stands and turns for the door, "A lukewarm oatmeal bath, and some calamine lotion."

"Bill, I'm handling it. It's not--"

But he spins back around.

"We. Have. Rules." every word is short, curt, and accentuated with a step as he backs her up to the tub and looms tall over her, "Don't we sweet girl?"

"Yes."

"And do you think that hiding this from me--spending the evening in discomfort and pain and not telling me anything--is that following the rules?" he asks. God he's authoritative when he's like this.

"Probably not?" she tries. A quick, challenging quirk of his brow and suddenly she's not so brave. "No, it's not following the rules."

"And trying to stop me from taking care of it when I do find out, is that following the rules?"

"No," she says meekly, "It's not."

"That's right, it's not," he says and he kisses her softly, "So you're going to let me take care of these markings, and then you're going to get some brand new ones."

And listen, Bill is more just pissed that tiger was in pain, clearly for at least a few days, and she didn't tell him. He's even more pissed that she sat there so uncomfortable that night, and also didn't tell him. But he puts his anger aside to care for her first--and an oatmeal bath it is, he gets in there with her and soaks while they sip their whiskey. And when they get out, he carefully dabs calamine lotion all over her--giving it a second to dry before pulling his big shirt over her head.

"Bedroom," he says, "Now."

Tiger slinks away--but also, man, what if our girl just ain't feeling it tonight? Yes, she was bad. Yes, she broke the rules. She's a little small about it but she's dealing okay, and truth be told she just...ugh, the thought of another patch of her skin being red and irritated and sore from a spanking is just kind of too much for her. It's a discomfort and a pain that she just doesn't feel up to dealing with tonight, after already spending so much time uncomfortable. SO maybe she's kneeling on his side of the bed when he comes in to find her, and as he approaches she just kind of thunks her head on his thigh, fiddles with the waistband of his boxers.

"Bill," she says softly, "Can I...can you punish me tomorrow for this? I've had enough discomfort for today. I don't want it."

Bill's heart could explode. He smiles at her--big and wide and totally dopey, hooks his hand around her arms and sets her on her feet gently.

"Good girl," he purrs, kissing her deeply, "My good girl."

She coos a little at that, and he tucks her into his chest for a tight hug.

"You tell me when you're ready to be punished kid, and we'll do it then," he tells her. She nods, and when he lays out in bed tiger just lies flat on his chest, sticks his thumb in her mouth, and starts snoring a few seconds later. Bill just lovingly tends to her for the next day or two--lukewarm baths, lots of calamine, lots of unscented soothing lotions--and then eventually after a few days when he's sitting on the couch playing a video game, tiger just walks in, shimmies out of her panties and lies across his lap.

"Let's have it bud," she tells him, "Make it hurt."