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wtfsteveharrington · 5 months

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take the upper hand | carmen berzatto x reader

push the reset button we're becomin' something new

description: carmen berzatto is stubborn and anxious and doesn't always know how to express himself. your best friend drags you to a party that carmen knows you'll be at and he shows up to make amends and thank god he does because he saves you from dealing with some drunk asshole.

content warnings: angsty!! drinking/party scene, shitty drunk guy w/ a shitty guy mentality!!, reader gets hit on with one night stand suggestion tones, carmen's ready to swing, mentions of anxiety and jealousy. mentions of reader drinking. kissing, mentions of intimacy related scratches, some light smut references.

author notes: my first time posting something that isn't just smut!! also something that no one but me has read!! normally i always get a proof read, not today. but this idea has been rattling around in my ole noggin' for a minute now so here we are. reminder!! you are responsible for your own media consumption!! if this won't be your jam then there's tons of other fics in the sea (: ily thank you!

even if it's handcuffed i'm leavin' here with you

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The last place you wanted to be tonight was some house party in Wicker Park. With Pitbull, of all artists, playing so loud in the basement that the floor upstairs was still vibrating. Everything was sticky and stinky and you did not wanna be here.

But your best friend was hooked on this guy from her gym.

It didn’t help that Carmy recognized his name from high school and mumbled out some remark about, “Oh yeah, no Dave’s a pretty solid guy.” She was convinced it was a sign that they were meant to be. Not to mention she found his mom’s Facebook and a post from two years ago that included his birth time. The whole train ride over you listened to how compatible the two of them were and how much she loved that he was a Scorpio rising.

She had begged you to come to this God forsaken party and help put in a good word for her. Something had her convinced that if you mentioned just how well you were getting to know Carmen to this Dave guy that he would hold your opinion of her in higher regards.

And sure, maybe there was a part of you that hoped Carmen would be here even while the two of you were feuding. He knew it was coming up but couldn’t promise he’d be off in time - Something you got quite used to. It normally didn’t bother you that he had so many late nights at the resturant but when it rains, it pours and now you’re stuck sitting next to the sink littered cups filled with what can only be best described as some sort of horrific finance bro jungle juice. A mix of 1942 and fresh pressed juice.

Your nose wrinkles up at the smell but you’re quickly refocused at the booming sounds of Ethan Callaghan stumbling through the back door. Another man Carmy knew from high school but didn’t like as much. Something about always being too in-your-face. Though you were pretty sure he was close with the guy your best friend was currently hooking up with in some random bedroom down the hall.

The second his eyes land on you there’s a lopsided smile being thrown your way as he tries to fluff his hair and stand up as straight as possible. He’s stumbling into the kitchen with a full drink in hand, droning on and on about how he was ‘just so jealous’ that your friend went into that bedroom earlier. How nice it must be to not end the night alone. No pleasantries at all, just right into the whole lonely and horny act that was grossing you out.

No one particularly knew you and Carmy were together yet - He wasn’t the type who wanted to label right away and potentially mess things up and you weren’t the type to out your dating status to random drunken men either. Besides, you weren’t so sure that ‘I have a boyfriend’ would put an end to this pitiful man’s sob story.

As if, on queue and manifested right out of thin air, Carmen rounds the corner and takes a second to soak in the sight in front of him. You’re sitting there with your eyes trained on the water bottle in your hands. Ethan’s yapping away about how pretty you are and how big his apartment is. An excellent view in Streeterville that you’d love to see with the best brunch place in town two blocks away blah, blah, blah. Your shoulders are hunched over, body leaning away from Ethan as he stands at the window watching his reflecting in the window above the sink.

“Hey - Been looking for you.”

Carmen.

Your head whips around to the sight of his voice instantly. There’s a pang in your chest at the sight of him standing in front of you after you two had been apart for these last few days. He looked tired. Wearing a sweater he knows you love because he wants to look nice for you. God you wanted to run over and crash yourself against his chest. Screw the petty fight. Instead you’re stuck giving him a very pointed look, hoping he takes the hint to save you.

He’d be lying if there wasn’t a split second where Carmen feared you were actually going to go home with this loser until he saw the panic and annoyance written across your face. Ethan’s laughing at the sight of him. “Hey, Dude. Think we’re all good here, yeah?” Oh he hates this dick.

There’s a thick level of tension in the room as Carmen squares up his shoulders and steps further into the room. His eyes are trained on Ethan who clearly wasn’t expecting much of a fight out of Carmy. He stops when he’s standing between your knees, putting himself between the two of you. Something about the way he instantly turned possessive turned up a feeling deep in your stomach no matter how annoyed you still were.

“Pretty sure someone out back was looking for you, Dude. It doesn’t seem like anyone in here wants you around. Now either you’re too fucking dense to realize it or you don’t care that you’re not wanted, but I’m here to let you know. So I suggest running out back and getting the fuck out of our hair.”

Ethan’s clearly entertained while looking between the two of you, a playful glint in his eye. You’re silently begging him to walk away and find yourself bringing a hand up to put on the small of Carmen’s back. While you’ve never seen him actually fight, you’ve seen many scraps between him and Richie. Heard stories of him growing up and heard the Bachelor party story.

You’re fine not having your own fight stories to tell.

T-Pain is now blasting in the background and the contrast of people laughing and singing downstairs versus the situation you’ve found yourself in is making your head spin. The whole time your best friend is clueless and wrapped up in Mr. Scorpio Rising. She owes you big time. Like you’ve secured friend of the year already and she needs to throw a parade in your honor after going through this.

Ethan’s finally putting his hands up in the air, that shit eating grin still plastered across his features. “My bad, my bad. Didn’t know you were already claimed.” Claimed. Gross. Your fingers press into Carmy’s back, a silent plea to beg him not to escalate this even more. He’s laughing at the sight of the two of you before snagging a half finished bottle of vodka off the counter and backing up towards the back door.

Carmen steps out from between your legs and follows Ethan to ensure he leaves. Shoulders pushed back, chest puffed out. You’d find the sight entertaining if you still weren’t so on edge. Carmen Berzatto, your protector.

And sure, he’s probably just making this asshole someone else’s problem for the night but he doesn’t care. The main priority is getting you away from him and getting you safe.

You catch the sight of his curls out of the corner of your eye when Carmen returns and instantly steel your spine. The shift in the air now that Ethan is gone was thick. He was a distraction from the distance between you two but now you’re preparing yourself for another argument when really you had no energy left to give it. There was a small worry that he’d think you gave Ethan any inclination that you were interested. Even though you two had been tense, there was never anyone else but you but him. Even if you’re too stubborn to drop that information just yet.

Carmen’s quiet. His heavy boots against the floor make your heart beat faster. Everyone had scattered out of the kitchen when he walked Ethan out of there but not before giving you two a nervous glance as they went. Some probably disappointed there wasn’t a fight if we’re being honest.

“Hey.”

You don’t dignify him with a response. Crossing your arms over your chest and taking a sudden interest in the magnets that littered this guy’s fridge. Toying with the idea of putting the ‘Area 51 is for Lovers!’ magnet in your pocket. You figured you deserved something for going through this hell of a night.

He stops himself once he’s reached your side, the silence awkward and thick in the air. Carmy’s hand is on your knee now, his touch not as firm as you’re used to. The whiplash of emotions once again not helping either of you know just quite where you stand.

“M’still mad at you.”

He winces but he knew it was coming.

The two of you wallow in silence. Carmy’s just about to finally speak but someone stumbles in on the hunt for vodka, takes one look at the annoyance on your boyfriend’s face, before quickly muttering they’ll find it somewhere else.

And you still won’t look at him.

He’s grabbing at your waist now, pulling you from the counter and against his chest. You wanna protest but there’s still a buzz going through your body that makes it hard to think quick enough to push back. Plus God does he feel warm and smell so good.

Carmy’s walking backwards towards the fridge, waiting until his back is flush against it to slide down. Bringing down those magnets you wouldn’t stop staring at, family photos, whatever was in his way came with the two of you. He’s tugging you until you’re straddling his waist while he brings his knees up to support you. Grabbing a hold of your face, finally making you look at him and fuck he looks like shit close up. Dark circles, hair a little messier than he’d normally allow, a bit of fear deep in his eyes.

“You gotta tell me how to fix this.” It’s all unfamiliar territory for him. There wasn’t exactly a good example set for him growing up to say the least.

Four days ago Carmen watched as the barista at some coffee shop you wanted to go to flirted with you. That shit already annoyed him, but he tried to bite his tongue. Then your latte came out with a heart in the foam and you kept explaining that’s just how they all come out but he was jealous and possessive and didn’t know how to communicate that so instead the two of you fought in the car for an hour. It was so stupid and he’s been kicking himself in the ass ever since.

The past four days you refused to talk to him and had done a good job at dodging the situation. Normally you two fight, you fuck, and then you pretend everything’s okay. The cycle was getting old and wearing you down.

Until now.

You give a heavy sigh, reaching out to toy with the bottom hem of his shirt. Carmy really did look like it had been going through it so you’re throwing him a small bone. “Maybe not making me sit on a sticky floor would be a good start.” He’s muttering out this small laugh, thankful to hear anything coming out of your mouth let alone a joke, the sound vibrating against your fingertips and you hate how much it fills your heart.

He waits for the rest. The other shoe to fall. Every ounce of laughter is gone when you finally collect yourself enough for - “Do you think we’re good together, Carmen?” You can feel him stiffen under you, his hands gripping at your waist because he needs something to give him some stability.

A beat goes by. “I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Another beat, this time it’s Carmy who refuses to look at you. Eyes downcast and trained on your lap. “But I’m not sure I’m good for you.” You weren’t expecting that.

Once again silence falls between the two of you, still toying with the hem of his shirt before you lean in to bury your face in the crook of his neck. Taking a deep breath that’s filled with his cologne, faint smoke, and just Carmen that you’ve grown to crave. “You just gotta learn to trust me, Carmen. Outta everyone in this world, I’m the main one who never wants to hurt you. Especially for some barista with a fuckin’ comb over.”

You hoped he would laugh again, but the sound never comes. Instead you feel his arms go tight around your body, his knees coming up a bit more which makes you fully lean into his chest. He’s clinging to you, wishing so badly he knew what to say (or could let himself) say what he knows he needs to. Instead he’s just pressing a kiss to your head, sighing into your hair.

“I wanna be better for you. Just don’t know how.”

The two of you cling to each other and fight to get as close as possible. The distance apart these past four days has left the both of you physically aching for one another. It’s been hours, days of a tense heart and checking phones for texts neither of you knew how to send. You press a kiss against his neck, leaning back just enough to grab his face in your hands and stroke your thumbs over his cheeks.

“It’s scary for me too, y’know? This, us. You’re not alone in being scared but lashing out at me isn’t gonna solve anything. I’m not going anywhere, Carmy.” You take the first step in mending the relationship by leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. There’s a hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place as if he’s still scared you’re going to change your mind and run off before he can realize it’s happening.

He’s letting you take the lead and only deepening the kiss once he feels your hands slide under his shirt. Fingers trailing along the toned skin while Carmey licks your bottom lip. Your hands glide around his back where you’re able to trace over healing scratches left on the skin from your last night together.

Your lips part and you take the lead once again, letting your tongue slide along his and giving a low moan into his mouth as you taste him. There’s the lingering taste of cigarettes mixed with black coffee and Carmen. Once again indescribable and simply him. His grip on you tightens up in response and you know if you’re not careful then you’ll end up disheveled and tangled up in the backseat of his car or bent over one of the sinks in a disgusting bathroom. Both options you refuse to pick over getting home and letting him properly make this up to you.

Dragging your nails along the healing marks, Carmen starts to lose track of his kissing. His grip on your neck tightening a bit more, hips rocking up towards you against his better judgement. The motion’s getting needy and sloppy and you have to pull away much to both of your disappointment.

Shaking your head and bringing your hands up to rest flush against his warm chest. “You’re not gonna fuck me on this nasty floor. I deserve better than this.” Which, of course you do. He just gets carried up when he’s wrapped up in you. He’s nodding in agreement but can’t stop himself from licking his own lips to chase the sensation of you.

He’s looking over your features, his heart picking up pace even more than he thought was possible anymore. “Think you’re meant to be my forever, y’know? Sometimes I look at you and it scares the shit out of me because I look ahead and-... It’s you. Kids sitting at a table in the restaurants doing homework. A honeymoon overseas where I get to drag you around different pasty shops and restaurants and we’ll find random art in flea markets to hang when we get home. Take photos that end up framed. It’s you. Always.”

Now how are you supposed to be mad when he’s this open and honest. Unpacking a future you had thought only you considered so far. You hope this behavior sticks. It’s not easy for either of you, but it’s worth fighting through the learning curve. “Kids, huh? Multiple? They’ll be your harshest critics, Carmy. I dunno if you can handle their reviews quite yet.” He’s chuckling, shaking his head with a lazy smile. “No, not yet. But one day.” The promise of more between you finally putting an end to this discussion for now. You make a mental note to remember this moment when the two of you bicker in the future - No matter what there’s always more on the road ahead of you.

Which makes you smile too. Wrapping your arms around his neck. “One day.” You reward him with one more kiss, knowing that’s all the two of you can risk before you end up sprawled out on this floor.

Carmy’s desperate to keep the lightened mood. He’s giving it a moment for both of you to calm back down from kissing before playfully scrunching up his face. “God you taste like shitty tequila.” It works. You’re laughing and swatting your hand against his chest, feeling a bit lighter than you did when you walked into this place. “Carmen Berzatto be nice to me!”

He’s beaming at you now. Bright, happy.

It’s a stark difference from the funk you’d both been stuck in since this fight started. The sight makes your heart swell and you bring a hand up to push some curls back off of his forehead. Leaning in to press a kiss against the tip of his nose.

“Lemme take you home, yeah? Get you some food on the way? Gotta make sure someone so pretty doesn’t wake up with a hangover.” He loves taking care of you in anyway you'll let him.

You nod and carefully start to shuffle off of his lap. Getting yourself to your feet before reaching down to help tug Carmen up to his feet. You catch as he adjusts himself in his pants, a flush blooming along his cheeks and down his neck. Stepping back in until you’re chest to chest with him, you press a line of kisses along his jaw. Rough stubble going away once you find his lips yet again. You hum against his mouth, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. “You gotta shave in the morning, Carmy.” He’s nodding instantly, reaching his hand down into his pocket to fish out the car keys.

There’s a notification lighting up your phone - Perfect timing. A simple “Gonna spend the night ;)” text from your best friend. You can’t help but to grin and roll your eyes, turning the phone around so Carmen can see the notification too. He’s laughing while sliding a hand into your back pocket and starting to lead the two of you out of the kitchen.

“Yeah, remind me to tell Dave that his friend fuckin’ sucks.”

#why am i nervous to post this #♡: c.b.#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen x reader #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmy berzatto

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jinxthequeergirl · 24 days

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The Ol switcharoo (pt 6)

Ford x reader / stan x reader

Summary:

Warning: I let Bill say 1 swear word (as a treat)

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"The Dippers are a given so that's two points for me already." You said staring up at the night sky thoughtfully.

"Is that how this works?" Ford asked, eyes glued to you. It was early summer, you had convinced him to join you on the roof for some air. Though at this point he never really needed convincing when it came to something g you wanted to do with him.

"Yes now... let's see....there's scorpio, and Aries, serpent....there's triangulum austrael of course so that's..." You quickly did the mental math on how many points you had just awarded yourself, partly debating on how fair you wanted to make it.

"Ten points for me plus 5 for that shooting star!" You said pointing at the star crossing the sky. Ford looked up at the sky for the first time since you started speaking.

"What do you wish for?" He asked.

"You aren't supposed to tell." You rolled your eyes, falling flat against the blanket you lied out. "But if you must know." Ford followed your action, laying beside you, his fingers brushing your. "I wished that you get everything you want in life! And that you live a good, happy life."

"You wished for me?" He asked, blinking at you in awe. You grinned. "Of course, fordsy! I never use a wish on myself. Besides, I have everything I need right here." You said, grasping his hand in yours. Ford felt his stomach flip.

"Y/n i -" his voice cut out, and instead, all you heard was a terrible rining. You shut your eyes and covered your ears. Only when you reopened your eyes the white was gone, and you found you where instead laying in a pile of ruble. A familiar machine glowing bright as a man stepped through.

"Y/n!?"

Then it all came back to you. Of course, you weren't sitting on the roof with Ford. That was almost 40 years ago now. You were instead in the basement where your life felt like it was shattering into a million pieces

"Y/n it is you!" The man who came through shouted in excitement as you pushed yourself up to your feet. He raced twoard you engulfing you in an excited hug.

You froze, your brain still groggy from the damage the portal had caused, you'd be lucky to not have brain damage. "Who are you?..." You finally asked pushing the man off of you.

He was clad in tattered clothes, masks, and goggles covering his face.

"It's me! It's Stanford!" You stared at him in horror as he pulled the articles of clothing that covered his face away to reveal his identify to you.

You where in fact going to throw up.

"Y/n?" The man who said he was Stanford waved his hand infront of your face. You had stopped moving. How could this be Stanford when you were watching Stanford get up from his own ruble pile.

"I... where are the kids?" Was all you could think to ask backing away from him.

"Y/n? Kids? What are you talking about?"

You held a finger out and a warning look in his direction to make sure he stopped. "Mable, dipper, are you ok!?" You looked around and found both of them. "Thank God." You fell to your knees, and they ran into your arms.

"Y/n?are these your kid?"

"Don't! I don't want you near me or these kids! Either of you till I het some answers!" You said pushing the twins behind you, watching as the man who assumed to be Stanford stood next to the man who claimed to be Stanford.

The one dressed in black future garb looked hurt he raised his hands up to say something but stopped when you shushed him.

He waited 30 years to see you again, 30 years and your face was still the one he conjured up when he went to bed at night only to return home and to be treated like an alien by you?

"ANSWERS NOW OR I LOCK BOTH OF YOU DOWN HERE!"

"Y/n... kids... this is my brother, my twin brother, the real Stanford Pines." Stan said, finally catching Fords attention.

"The real Stanford pines?" Dipper asked.

"...What?...." Your heart sank. You felt a pit open up in your stomach. Stan came over and sat you down. You stared at him once again, unable to move. "Let me explain... I know you're going to hate me, and that's fine, just please."

You could have socked him in the mouth right then and there, but you nodded.

Instead, you listened to both of them bicker and argue. You listed to both of them tell two sides of one story, a story about a life you didn't even know they lived with each other. You began to wonder what parts of your life weren't lies and even tried to remember as much of your own past to try and make sense of this.

Then it came to you in the story everything Ford had to say about his time with you matched. Until he confessed to lying about going to see his family, until he told you he got into some scary stuff and had to call Stanley and how they fought and argued and stan accidentally sent him through the portal for 30 years while he attempted to fix it.

"You fixed the portal, Stanley? It wasn't y/n? The one person I asked you to call to come fix it and help?" Ford asked, annoance clear in his tone.

"Listen when y/n came home I didn't know how to tell her...tell you what had happened something had already gone on between you two and it would have just made you feel the same guilt I did...so I lied to you...I told you I told you I was stanford...that I had surgery to remove my sixth fingers...that I was done with this life and that you should be too because Ford said he didn't want you near anything in the stupid journals."

Stan looked at you with sincerity, a sappy look on his face you've only ever seen a few times, a look that read "I care for you trust me."

Ford caught onto the look his brother gave you and the way he held both your hands in his reasuringly and felt something bubble in his stomach, and he scoffed, realizing what was going on between you two.

You blinked at his hands in yours. "Stanfo-stanley pines..." stan smiled hopefully as you spoke. Before he could answer, you stood up and put all your remaining energy into your right hook that knocked Stanley over.

"30 years! Everything was a lie! I gave up MY LIFE because of a lie you told for 30 years! I had feelings for you and none of them...all of them because of a lie you told! What is wrong with you!? Why wouldn't come to me to bring back your own brother... my friend is beyond me!" Stanley looked away from you with guilt rubbing his face where your fist had connected.

"Y/n let's calm down I'm sure-"

"And you!" You said pointing at Ford. You felt the air leave your body when you turned to him and really got a good look at him since he came through the portal. He was the same for the most part, still tired he still had all six fingers on each hand. It was your Ford the way you always remembered him. And for a split second, you lost the speech you were about to shout at him. You wanted to run and hug him.

"You lied to me too!" You said instead.

"You just wouldn't listen to anything anyone had to say for your own good, would you!? Me? Fiddleford? Your own brother!? You are selfish, and I lost my life to that selfishness. You lost yours too because of it."

Ford grabbed your arm, stopping you from turning away. "Leave Me alone!" You growled yanking your arm from him. Before storming out of the basement to your room.

You slammed the door shut and sank to the floor. It was only a matter of seconds before you heard a knock behind you. "Go away! I don't want to see either of you!"

"Y/n, it's me and dipper!"

"Are you ok?"

"I just need to be alone right now." You replied softly. You could hear there was about to be protest before another set of footsteps appeared.

"Kids, why don't you go up to your room while I talk to my brother." You could tell stan was hesitating outside your door deciding if he should say anything else. Eventually, you heard him walk away.

You stared into the darkness of your bedroom, breathing deeply, trying to decide if you were the idiot for believing Stanley for so long. Your throat hurt from that awful feeling of wanting to cry.

Then something sticking out from underneath your matress caught your eye. You got up and snatched it, staring at the paper. Was this what that little demon was talking about, all of this and all he wanted was to be able to talk to you.

"Contact me BFF!"

You sighed. You couldn't possibly be miserable enough to summon a completely different entity just to talk to.

Right?

Before you could fully decide, you heard familiar laughter fill your room.

"Men, ain't shit am i right?"

As the little yellow fiend faced you, you couldn't help but let your thought wonder to the different universe where none of this happened. You wondered why it was happening and how you let it happen.

Then went through a cycle of anger and grief in a split second before turning to the shape.

"When did we become old men?" Stan asked his brother, trying to lighten the mood.

"You look like dad." Ford added, earn a laugh from the both of them, followed by a beat of silence.

"Listen Stanley I'll stay in the basement and try to clean up and handle remaining damages caused by the portal but when summer is over and the twins go home this becomes my house again, no more mystery shack and I get my identity back." Ford said in a matter of fact tone.

"Fine, but you stay away from those kids and while your at it....away from y/n too as far as I'm concerned they are the only family I got."

"You can't dictate on if I talk to MY friend or not-"

"You said it yourself 30 years ago. You didn't want her anywhere near whatever was after you back then, so keep it that way." Stan said it a pointed finger mimicking his brothers matter of fact tone before storming off. He paused outside your room only for a moment before continuing on.

That night, the Pines family house was silent. The living room was not busy with a movie marathon, the kitchen was not filled with dinner food, the yard remained empty.

The twins(lead by mable) worked on a plan to get their grunkles and yourself all on good terms.

Stanley had forgotten up until this point how lonely and cold a bed could be without you beside him.

You let off some steam, you ranted and ranted and ranted to your new "friend" till you thought you couldn't talk anymore and passed out cold on your bed.

Ford found himself back in the comfort of his own room. Right back, where he was 30 years ago, hunched over a desk scribbling something on paper.

"I would like to formally apologize-" He shook his head, crumbling the paper up and tossing it in the trash. He pulled out another piece of paper and tapped his head looking at the very worn and beaten letter addressed to you under his equally worn and beaten photo of the two of you he carried with him the whole time and sighed.

"I'm sorry..."

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torialefay · 9 months

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🪐 The Night He Took You 🦂

A part 2 to Venus in Scorpio (requested)

bangchan as your boyfriend series!!! 🔞 (astrology based)

✨bangchan x reader (f); SMUT SMUT SMUT

✨request: “Would you possibly do some more for you n channie going further ? I feel like with his need to be in you, any way he can, he would absolutely cum in you....”

✨wc: 5.3k (i got so carried away lol)

✨***if you haven’t read part one, PLEASE do so before reading this! it sets the scene and explains from the astrology aspect. this is only a follow up and will not contain any more natal chart readings. head to my masterlist here to read!!!

✨i promise the rest of the series won’t be entirelyyyy smut. but it’ll definitely be there (hehe sorry, but also not really. we’re all sluts over here reading it anyways.)

✨ warning: this turned into the absolute sluttiest, smuttiest thing i've ever written. minors DNI!! cursing.

• You looked up longingly at your boyfriend who was situated just over top of you. You were laid on your bed, back down, with him using your lower body as support and his arms extended to hover himself above you. You reached your hand up to caress his cheek and pull his face down closer to yours. You needed his kiss just as much as any other part of him.

• Chan rutted his hips into yours, giving some much needed pressure to his hardening dick which was still fully clothed. It had been almost 6 months. 6 months of knowing you. 5 months of pining over you. 4 months of doing everything in his power not to give up his own self to obsess over you. 3 months of chasing after you. 2 months of dates. And finally 1 month of getting to call himself your boyfriend. And soulmate too, he was sure of it.

• And here he was, 6 months later, with his dream girl underneath him. 'Fuck' he thought, 'how did I ever make it here?' He stared at your lips. How beautiful and pink they were, slightly parted for him. Your big eyes, full of innocence and pure wonder, looking at him with so much conviction.

• So many nights he spent fighting off his instinct to rip into you. He was just a man after all. But he knew he needed to do it another way. He knew he needed to wait for the right time. You were the right girl, so it only made sense. Tonight would be the night that he finally would pledge himself to you. All of himself. It wasn't so much that he was excited about it as it was that he NEEDED it. He couldn't stand his body living in 1 inch of separation from yours. He was ready to throw himself all into you. To devote his heart and soul to you forever. With every breath he had, with every ounce of his being, he needed to adhere himself to you. He needed to live inside of you, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. He needed to know that wherever he was, you would be there as a part of him. No matter how far away. And vice versa. Tonight, with his mind dipped in the thought of you becoming only his… tonight, he would finally take you.

• Still towering over you, he leaned down into your kiss. His mind went blank, focusing only on the movement of your mouth. How right it felt over top of his. He wanted to take his time with you. He wanted to take it slow. But God, you made it hard.

• Slowly, he worked one hand up your body and neck, around to the side of your head. He ran his fingers into your hair, resting his thumb at the very edge of your jaw. Now having full control of your head, he turned it to the side, allowing himself access to push his mouth deeper into the kiss. He licked at the split between your lips slowly, silently begging you to open them for him. He smiled into the kiss when he was met with no resistance. His tongue quickly found its way to yours, sliding across, up and down, however you would allow it. He went deeper and deeper until he was sure he would fall in. Falling into you surely wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. ‘In fact’, he thought, ‘I couldn’t ask for anything better.’ Getting completely, hopelessly, entirely lost in you is all he could ever want. To become one with his baby.

• Chan was ready to throw himself fully into you. “Can I?” he asked, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You didn’t respond, just put your hand over his and slowly had him pull up on the top until it was over and off your head. His heart melted at you guiding him to what you wanted. You never let go of the contact, wanting as much heat of his skin as you could get. You lead his hand slowly back down, dragging along your face and down to your neck, before slowly resting over top of one breast. You moved your hand around over top of his to signal for him to begin.

• ‘Fucking hell,’ Chan thought, feeling how soft your were under his touch. He felt the contrast of your skin to the hard raise of your nipple. He couldn’t believe that he had done that to you. That all of your beauty was exclusively for him. He did that to you. He’d be the last one to ever do that to you. ‘My perfect baby.”

• He slowly began to trace small circles around one nipple, closely examining your reaction. He had to be perfect for you. Seeing you smile and let out a breath, his ego built a little. He slowly ducked his head down towards your other breast. Mimicking what he’d done with the other, he wondered how you would respond to his tongue. He held eye contact with you, waiting for any sign of hesitancy. Instead, he was met with your hand tousling into his curls, lightly stroking along his crown. Chan almost exploded at the feeling of you touching him so gently, with so much love and care. He refused to believe that all of this was his. This was his life now, and it was utterly perfect.

• His tongue drew small circles around one nipple while his hand gently worked around the other one. He made sure to go lightly, not to tease you but to make sure you weren’t overwhelmed and wanted to stop. Holding onto your gaze, he watched as you slowly writhed under the tiny strokes he was making on you. You squirmed as the pressure started to build, making you throb below and grow wetter and wetter.

• Chan couldn’t contain himself at the sight. Something almost animalistic came over him. What it was, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he wanted to completely demolish you. ‘Mine. ALL fucking mine,’ he thought. At that, he bit down hard on your nipple, sending a shock of pleasure and pain that you’d never felt before. He started to flick his tongue quickly around it, and you felt a warm sensation come over you. You looked down at Chan to see that he was still staring at your face waiting to see your reaction. Waiting to see what he did to you. You gripped onto his hair tighter, pushing him down onto you. You needed to feel him as close as possible. He got the hint and latched on, biting down with everything he had. For the first time, he felt like he was consuming you. Actually consuming you. He felt his dick harden as he thought about your body giving in totally to him. How good you took him and let him do whatever he pleased. It was almost as if your body was his own, so he could do whatever he wanted. And fuck did that make him want more.

• He moved to the other breast, continuing his rounds. He was determined to mark your whole body. To bite into you every chance he got. He would mark you until you couldn’t look at one single part of your body without remembering whose you were. His tongue flicked back and forth aggressively, like he was starved and would take whatever you could give him.

• “Chrisss,” you moaned out, becoming almost unbearably aware of the wetness heightening between your legs. You were on fire for his touch anywhere you could get it, yes. But you needed so much more. “Chris please,” you writhed underneath him.

• His name. Fuck, why did you have to say his name. “Baby,” he breathed out, his hot breath again your nipple, making you shiver. “Fuck, say it again,” he growled. You’d never seen this side of him. “Please God, fucking say it again,” almost an anger was in in voice.

• “Chris, baby, please. I need more of you. I need all of you.”

• That’s all it took. He was ballistic now. In one pulse, he was pulled up to your eye level. He looked at your face for a fleeting moment, admiring how beautiful you looked for him. Only fleeting though. He roughly took your face in his hands, almost smothering. “You’re going to look at me with those pretty eyes for the rest of the night, understand? You are mine, y/n. All fucking mine. Tonight, I will be the only thing on your mind. Focus on me. You got it?” he huffily snarled out.

• “Yes, Chris. Make me yours. Now. Please. I’m yours, I’m all yours.” You strained, trying to get the last part out. You could hardly breathe, blood rushing to your head. Your eyes almost rolled back. Chan picked up on how you responded to his new-found rage, he wondered how much further he could take you. He didn’t mean to feel that way- rage. It just washed over him. Not because he was upset with you, but because he was upset with the situation. He was overtaken with a type of mania because it was so fucking unfair that whatever he did, he could never get close to you. He could lay on top of you, have his dick inside of you, connect his tongue to yours, consume you from the inside out and it still wouldn’t be enough. You were his in this life, and that was good. But he needed you to be his in the next life, and the one after. He needed to own your soul.

• He quickly looked down at you, lustful as he’d ever been. His hands moved quickly from your jaw down to your throat. He squeezed down. Hard. Harder. Hardest. You turned red, then pale. This was the most beautiful he’s ever seen you. He hovered his face over yours in a smirk, watching as you gasped for air. He released one hand slightly, alleviating only a tiny amount of pressure before pressing right back in. Your head had fallen backwards, so he moved his own to be directly looking into you. “Breathe out. Breathe into me,” he instructed.

• A look of power came over his face as he couldn’t stop smiling at you. The way that you were choked up for him. The way that he needed you to give the last of your breath to him. “Open and give me a breath,” he whispered.

• You pursed your lips slightly and puffed out everything you could. You turned blue and felt the lack of oxygen in your brain. Your vision went blurry. The last thing you saw was Chan’s mouth hovering just over yours, taking a deep inhale through his mouth, like he had been craving it this whole time. He closed his mouth as to not let any of the air back out and took a deep swallow.

• His grip quickly loosened, and you leaned up off the bed gasping for air. “My perfect girl,” he whispered into your ear, nipping at it softly while you caught your breath. The sudden rush of air into your lungs mixing with the 180 of Chan’s actions sent you spiraling.

• He took your neck in his hands again, not squeezing this time but gaining control of your head. He tilted it back slightly and leaned down so he was only an inch from your face. “Open up baby. You’ve got to breathe me in too.” You parted your mouth, as instructed, not able to open up all the way. “Just like that,” he purred, satisfied. “You’re gonna have a part of my soul too now, okay?”

• You nodded in response, keeping your mouth parted open for him. “In through your mouth,” he instructed. His lips parted slightly, blowing a cool breath into your lips. His breath turned hot once he had strained to get out all he could. He watched as you took in all you could, gulping when you knew you’d reached the end. He sealed your mouth with a kiss so full of passion you hoped it would never stop. “You and I until the very end, yeah?”

• “And beyond,” you smiled up at him, batting your eyes slowly opened and closed. He reciprocated the smile, eyes now full of love instead of lust.

• He whispered quietly, almost as if he didn’t know if he wanted you to hear it or not. “You're the heart of my heart and the breath of my breath. You're the spirit of my spirit. I could never love anything more than you in this moment.”

• He moved down on your body, trailing kisses until he reached your underwear line. He took his time pulling your bottoms and underwear off, continuing his trail of kisses down your legs. Slowly he kissed, as if each touch to your skin was the first time. Once he reached the end of your leg, he removed the clothes completely. He quickly pulled his top off revealing his beautiful, toned torso and chest. You could see his traps sticking up from behind his back. That was your favorite part of him. Those broad shoulders always took your breath away.

• “You are so perfect, Channie,” you muttered just loud enough for him to hear. A blush spread across his face as he looked down. He got so shy every time you complimented him. He always insisted you didn’t, but you knew he secretly loved it.

• He continued his path to taking off his clothes, quickly pulling his boxers and shorts off while still on his knees in between you. Once they were off, he looked down to you, admiring every last inch. Your face had to have gone red, you thought, when you saw him look down at the area he had set out to discover, biting his lip and grabbing hard onto your inner thighs. He gripped tightly and massaged them back and forth, back and forth, looking intently the entire time. His hands let loose and he slowly dragged them up your thighs and around the sides and top of your vagina- ever so slowly.

• ‘Jesus Christ this girl of mine,’ Chan thought. He felt saliva build up in his mouth. ‘This is all yours Chris. Fuck, this is all yours,” he massaged you. He was determined to give you the most perfect, most beautiful, soul-bonding night of your life. Was it for him too? Of course. But now, you were a part of him. Pleasing you was pleasing himself.

• Once he was satisfied with rubbing his hands into you, he slowly lowered himself to put half of his body onto you. One leg to the side of your thigh and one arm resting to the side of your torso. His heart swelled as he saw you bring your hand up to hold it on his chest right above his heart.

• Chan leaned down to give you a soft kiss. “Wanted to be closer to you,” he sheepishly smiled. You smiled back.

• “Love you, Channie,” you smiled up at him, pushing your hand harder into his chest to feel his heartbeat.

• “I love you too.” He leaned his head to the side to open his mouth and plant sloppy kisses against your neck. He bit down just enough to leave a mark, and he knew it. “Let me show you how much I love you,” he mumbled into your hair.

• In one swift motion, he snaked his hand back down your body until he was just covering the top of your cunt. Finally, he started to rub, leisurely taking his time. He was so tauntingly slow, you wiggled underneath him yet again. You removed your hand from his chest and pushed it down to rest on top of his. You pushed on his hand, agging him on to go faster.

• “No, princess. Let me take my time,” he whispered into your ear with a hot breath. He was driving you fucking crazy. The way he felt slowly made you feel warm and fuzzy. It also made you feel like you were going to explode any second if you didn’t get more. You started reflexively bucking your hips up into his hand. You didn’t even realize you were doing it.

• ‘Holy shit,’ Chan thought, smiling into your hair. Feeling you rut into his hand made all of the blood in his body rush to his dick. He slipped two fingers into the middle of you, covering his them to get them lubricated. ‘So fucking wet, Jesus Christ,’ he almost threw his head back thinking about how he was the one who made you get so worked up. His fingers started to trace around your clit slowly. He felt your breathing stop, and he lifted himself slightly to get a good look at your face. You had your head leaned back, eyes closed tight, mouth dropped open. ‘This is just the fucking start baby, just you wait,’ he thought to himself, smiling down at you. ‘I’m gonna take you so fucking good.’ He sped his fingers up, gaging how you would react. Your breathing got heavier and heavier. Your hands balled up into fists around the bed sheets. ‘Look at you,’ he thought. ‘So good for me so easily.’

• The faster he went, the harder it was for you to keep control. Your head started spinning and you felt a throbbing throughout your whole body. You threw yourself into Chan’s chest, trying to bury yourself away. It felt too good. Chan instinctively pushed his chest down into you, pushing you deep into the bed and shielding you from the outside word. From inside the cage he made for you with his body, all you could hear was his heart beat continuing to quicken, and all you could feel was his quick fingers working you to your breaking point.

• “Channie… Channie… Please baby, GOD!” you yelled out, screaming into his chest.

• He let out a deep growl. “Mmmmm,” he grunted out. “Do you want to come baby?”

• “Yes, yes! Oh God yes. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” He kept the pace up with his fingers, about to send you over the edge. His face ducked down to nuzzle into your neck, planting kisses and bites on top of the ones he’d already left.

• You were getting so close. Each flick of his fingers felt like it would be the one to push you over the edge. You felt the familiar feeling of your legs starting to curl up. “FUCK. Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you kept repeating to him.

• “Yeah baby?” Chan brought his forehead to yours, one hand around your neck, now starting to press down. “I want to hear you fucking scream for me y/n. Scream for me. Scream into me. You’re not doing anything else without me anymore, do you understand? You better fucking give it all to me right fucking now. Scream for me!!!”

• Your whole body let go like fireworks were exploding inside of you. “CHRIS. CHRIS. Holy fuck. CHRIS,” you started to cry out. The whole time, Chan’s face was pressed up right next to yours, lips open yet again, like he was trying to devour every last word you screamed out.

• “Aaaahh,” he growled at you, going harder at your clit. You body went catatonic, shaking and unable to move. He just held you down in that position and swatted at your hands from trying to stop him.

• “Chris I can’t do it anymore!” you screamed out to him. Tears were streaming from your eyes.

• “You can and you will. You are going to cum for me again, do you hear me? You are going to give me the last fucking drop of energy in your body. You are MINE, y/n. Start acting like it and give yourself up.”

• Your entire face was covered in tears at this point. It felt so good, but it was just all so much. His touch was unrelenting, and every thrash of your body was met with Chan’s own pinning you down. He wasn’t going to let off one bit until you had another orgasm for him.

• You felt it slowly creeping up again in your stomach. This time even warmer than before. From the look on Chan’s face, he knew it too.

• “That’s right pretty girl, give it to me. It’s okay, you can let it out. Cry if you have to, but let it out for me,” he coached you. He wasn’t lying. You were a fucking mess, drool everywhere, hands red from pulling at anything you could, and laying in a puddle of your own tears.

• You felt it again. There it goes, a shockwave starting in your clit. It shocked down to your toes and suddenly climbed it’s way up each leg. Chan let out a small chuckle when he felt your body convulse underneath his. You lost all control of your body. Not a single thought was left in your mind. You didn’t know anything anymore. You couldn’t utter a single word, only hold your breath and ride it out. It felt too fucking good. You cried and cried and cried until your body finally relaxed.

• Finally being able to catch your breath, you couldn’t stop your tears from coming out. One after another, they kept tumbling off your face. You were too overstimulated and too exposed to do anything else. You felt like a part of you had been released out of your body.

• “Shhhh, baby, shhhh,” Chan pet your head as he held it in place with one hand, kissing your forehead. “I’m here, I’m here. It’s okay,” he cooed. He continued kissing your forehead and petting your head, but the tears didn’t stop.

• Normally Chan would be concerned. But this time, it only agged him on. His baby was crying for him. His dick grew harder and harder at the sight of how beautiful you looked crying. The most raw emotions on total display for him to watch. He was in awe. This is what it was like to have a love. To have someone that you would give everything to. And he did mean everything.

• You were trying to compose yourself. Trying to contain your cries. “Channie, I- I love you,” you finally got out in a quiet tone.

• “I love you too baby. That’s why I have to do this.” You looked into his eyes as he slowly lined himself up at your entrance and started pushing into you. He went so slowly, it was like he was waiting for you to give him a sign. This new feeling wasn’t like the last- no. With him on your clit, it felt like love in its most lustful form. But this, this feeling of him being inside of you was way more than lust. It had to be in its own category. ‘This’, you thought, ‘is love in its most unadulterated, most lavish, and most whole form.’

• Chan couldn’t believe that he was finally fucking you. Scratch that, he wasn’t fucking you. He was making love to you in its most pure structure. He felt how tight you were as he slowly pulled himself in and out of you. He studied your face for any change in expression. You still had a few tears coming out, yes, but the look on your face seemed to have changed. Were you smiling?

• “Feels good, yeah princess?” He whispered against your neck while pushing himself deeper and deeper with each stroke.

• “Yes Channie. You feel so good. I feel so… full,” you breathed out, a big smile on your face with the occasional tear streaming down. These weren’t tears of overstimulation anymore, Chan realized. They were tears of love. And that got him more than anything this entire night.

• Chan put his whole body on top of you, squeezing you down into the mattress and resting his head right on top of yours, nose to nose and mouth lingering just above yours.

• “I want you to look at me baby,” he started, eyes full of passion. “I want you to look at me until we’re done, okay? Keep those big, beautiful eyes on me. I fucking love you more than anything in this world, y/n. You’re all mine now. No one else’s. I will love you and I will be with you in your very core until the day you die, don’t ever forget that.” His words grew harsher as he started thrusting into you harder.

• “My beautiful girl, why are you crying?” He wiped at a tear and kissed over your cheek, never letting up on his speed.

• “I just- I really fucking love you Channie. I fucking love you and I love the way you feel and I love you in your body, mind, and spirit. And god, I just fucking love adore you,” you cried out with a sense of defeat in your voice.

• A nerve struck Chan with that one. He could feel his whole body start to turn hot as he began to thrust even harder. “I fucking love you too baby. With everything in me. I’m gonna show it to you. I’m gonna cum inside you, yeah?” He picked up the pace even more- faster, harder. You remained with your eyes on his the whole time.

• “You’re gonna be good for me and let me use you? Let me breed you however the fuck I want? Let me go again and again until I put a baby inside you?” He clasped his hands into a fist above your head, holding his forearms tight around the sides of your head to anchor you in place below him. He was going as hard as he possibly could. You’d never seen him in this state before. His eyes were staring into you, hungry for more than just your body, but for your entire being. He was going to absolutely wreck you before it was over with, but God it felt so good. You felt so full, and you started to get hit in just the right spot inside. Over and over, he kept hitting it. So deep, you thought you were going to scream.

• “Yes, yes. Breed me. Do whatever you want. I will be a good girl for you. I will give you everything you want,” you roughly replied. You started to move your hips up with every thrust he gave, as if he could get even the slightest bit deeper inside you. You felt it though, and he did too.

• “You ARE a good girl for me, aren’t you baby? Because you were MADE for me. Say it. Say you were made for me,” he yelled, still piercing straight into you.

• “I was made for you, Channie!” you panted, about to lose your shit. If he kept this up, you were going to cum again. He felt too good. Every inch made you lose your breath.

• You watched as Chan put his mouth right on top of yours, not for a kiss, but just as a resting point. You thought you felt a tear drop down onto your face. You pulled your head back just the slightest to get a better look at him. Sure enough, he was crying. Silently albeit, but crying nonetheless. You felt him lock his strong arms around your head even tighter, gripping onto your hair now to stabilize himself as he reached his peak of hard, sloppy thrusts. He was all but throwing himself into you.

• “Who do you belong to?!” He cried out. “WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?”

• “You!” was all you could muster back.

• “And who do I belong to?”

• “Me!! You’re mine, you’re all fucking mine, Christopher. Fucking give it to me as hard as you can goddamn it!” By this point, the tears were there to stay. This was your man in his simplest form. Just a beautifully aching soul who wanted to have someone to belong to.

• “This is what I’ve finally waited for.” Chan slammed into you, tears now streaming in waves down his face. You rolled your hips into his at an even faster pace, needing to explode all over him. And needing him to explode inside of you. “I waited for you for so fucking long.” He almost choked on his own words, crying out while saying them. “And finally I got my prize. You, my beautiful girl.” Deeper thrust. “We will never be alone again.” Deeper thrust and an even deeper cry. “Together forever okay? Until my last breath I will fucking love you.” Deeper thrust, sobs coming uncontrollably. He continued to pound into you as you cried out.

• “I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming!” you screamed, pulling his face to latch his lips onto yours. You heard him scream into your mouth as you twitched all around him. You suddenly felt full up to the top of your head. This is the only thing you would ever need again. You wrapped your legs tightly around his torso, pulling him closer and rubbing yourself up and down on him to ride out your high.

• “Wrap your legs tight baby, I’m going to cum in you right fucking now. You better- FUCK,” he screamed into you as he felt you squeeze down onto him with your walls and with your legs. “You better take all of this fucking cum and hold it in there. You are going to HOLD IT IN. Looking so fucking pretty with my baby in you. Take it baby, FUCKING TAKE IT,” he yelled with a loud moan. He thrust as hard as he possible could, and yelled out all kinda of profanities when you felt him twitch inside of you, letting every last drop of cum out. You stayed flush against him with your legs wrapped around, writhing to ride him up and down to make sure he could ride out his high.

• “Fuck baby, fuck!” He screamed, trying to pull away from you, but you had him locked in. You kept going and going until he got his payback. Now HE was overstimulated. Crying again, you couldn’t help but have a grin on your face. Crying all for you. What a fucking beautiful man.

• Once his tears stopped and his breathing calmed a bit, you slowly stopped your moving up and down. You decided to keep him inside though, your legs still dangling around his sides.

• “Let’s stay like this for a minute, yeah?” Chan panted into your hair.

• You just smiled up into him, head smothered up to the side of his neck. Your heart was swollen to 10x its normal size.

• “You are so good for me,” he said after a few moments, finally looking down to kiss your forehead. “You know what this means?” He giggled down at you with the cheesiest grin on his face.

• “What’s that?” you looked up to his eyes. They were the prettiest shade of brown you had ever seen. You still felt so warm, so full, with his cock still living inside of you.

• “We are tied together forever now. Which means I get to haunt the shit out of you in every lifetime after this,” he laughed, squeaking a little at how funny he thought he was. There was your goofy boyfriend again. ‘Yeah, I could be content with this life,’ you thought.

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How They React When You’re Sick: NCT 127 EDITION

꒰ ͜͡➸ trope: established relationships

꒰ ͜͡➸ nct! boyfriends x non gender specific! reader

this was born because of the sheer fact i’m under the weather a bit so…here they are 💆🏻

dividers credit @horangipilled 🖤

ೃ⁀➷ Johnny

Honestly with Johnny he would be near you but at the same time give you space just cause he knows you might throw hands with him…💀

You’re both a bit stubborn ngl so as long as you don’t ask or call for him he ain’t coming towards you

IDK I feel like at the same time he’s still keeping an eye from you just from afar so you don’t get upset 🤷🏼

“Why aren’t you coming near me? 🥺”

“Cause you tried hitting me with your sandal—“

“Oh…”

Yeah you’re feisty when you’re sick 💅🏼

Sometimes I think Johnny does it more so you’re at peace cause that’s just how you are but he’s literally worried sick internally cause you tend to get sick a bit too often sometimes

“You’re so careless, can’t you be more careful so you don’t get sick Angel? 😭”

ೃ⁀➷ Taeyong

Oh my god the poor man 😭 he’s literally suffering with you

Like he’s literally just embodying 🥺 the whole time

“Are you sure you don’t need my help baby? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼”

HES JUST SO CUTE OKAY LIKE—

You feel bad that he feels bad that you’re sick, but you’re always reassuring him that it’s just a small cold and nothing more

Until you do get a bit worse

THEN is taeyong running around like crazy trying to find good remedies to help with your sore throat and cough.

As you get better, poor baby will be the one getting sick now (even when you warned him)

“I told you worrying the way you were and being near me would get you sick :(“

“It was worth it 🥴👍🏼”

ೃ⁀➷ Yuta

Y’all…as a fellow Scorpio this could honestly go both ways

He could dot on you and make sure you’re okay by giving you the needed vitamins and medications you need to feel better

OR he would literally tell you to get away from him cause he doesn’t want to get sick 💀

It all depends on his mood, or how important of a schedule is coming up and can’t afford to get sick

There’s no in between…✋🏼💀

“Awe baby lemme help you out.”

“No — nO — NO—“

“Baby you know I can’t get sick 😭”

He will whine about it if you’re close to him and will make a finger cross towards you 😭😂

Sometimes he ends up being sick or he just gets a sneezing fit

ೃ⁀➷ Doyoung

He acts like he doesn’t care

Will honestly make you believe it at one point

“Just don’t come near me yeah? I can’t get sick.”

Will make a BIG ASS deal about how he can’t come near you because you’re sick and he can’t get sick cause it will ruin the whole schedule that’s been planned out

But he sends you vitamin replenishment drinks, snacks, you name it to your door step with a note

“Please get well baby :(❤️ I’m sorry for being a grouch 😔🫶🏼”

Sometimes, and rarely even sometimes it’s always when you’re sick, you wanna deck tf out of him just because he’s being sour and all you have is a runny nose.

WILL DENY ALL AND ANY SORT OF ACCUSATIONS YOU THROW AT HIM FOR BEING SOUR

“I don’t know what you’re talking about 🤷🏼” (red ass fucking ears giving him away)

But ofc you got the members and receipts to back you up 😎💅🏼

He ends up cuddling you all night long after you call him out

You can’t really be that mad at him (though you really are) cause you get where he’s coming from just as long as he makes up for it when you’re better

ೃ⁀➷ Jaehyun

My man is dotting on you!!!

Just like taeil, he doesn’t want you moving at all. He prefers making sure you’re well rested, hydrated, and overall content

Honestly you try to get up and do your own things but he has this 6th sense where he just knows and he would be so gentle when questioning you

“Where you going baby?”

“I gotta pee 🧍🏼”

“Need any help?”

“No?”

Just stands there for a moment contemplating whether or not should he be by your side

With a quiet sigh he always gives to a gently smile

“Okay baby. Call me if you need anything.”

ೃ⁀➷ Jungwoo

Just like Taeyong he’s embodying 🥺 around you

He doesn’t know what personal space is

IT IS WHAT IT IS

he doesn’t care if he gets sick or not he’s on you

25/8 Jungwoo is on you, cuddling you, kissing you,dotting on you

Sick? Doesn’t give a fuck 🤷🏼

“We’re in love! No sickness will separate us! 😤”

“Jungwoo please I feel like ima puke.”

“Then puke on me 😍”

You have to literally pry him off of you

Had to bring Taeyong and Johnny one time to help you get him off 😭

“NO, NO, NO!!! DONT TAKE ME AWAY!! BABY PLEASE—!”

“Jungwoo I’m literally going to puke! Let me do it with some privacy!”

“But I’m supposed to be with you!”

Man is sulking like a scolded puppy 😭 pouty lips and everything

Honestly feel bad for him 🥹🙏🏼

ೃ⁀➷ Mark

Dude…

This man doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better 😭

Is literally calling Johnny and asks what he gives his partner to make them feel better

“Do you seriously not know what to give to them?”

“N-no! I mean…taeyong hyung is always the one giving me the medications :(“

Poor baby is suffering and google isn’t helping him 😭

But you are!

You calmly (bc we know he’s panicking) tell him which medications work best for you and don’t and always give him a visual aid on said medications.

“Babe I feel bad :( like I’m not being helpful at all…”

“Mark, baby, you’re doing great!”

(You’re always reassuring him)

“Dude…🥺”

ೃ⁀➷ Haechan

It’s either he’s doesn’t get sick or he is sick with you

(he’s the one that got you sick)

Whinny

Literally whining the whole time 😭

“Why do I gotta be sick! This sucks I can’t even get head from you cause you can’t even breathe properly 😭😭😭😭”

Forgot to mention….he’s usually 24/7 horny-ness is 100x worse than it usually is

“Haechan—“

“YOU WANT ME SO BAD!!! CANT DENY IT COME ON BABY LETS DO IT!!”

“Haechan I literally feel like I’m dying right now”

“So we die together 😍🙏🏼”

“Haechan fuck off im not doing this with you 😭”

WILL AND SHOVE IT IN YOUR FACE just how sulky he got 💀

Then you threaten to call Taeyong on him then he’s gonna act like he did nothing wrong

“What? 😁 I didn’t do anything 😁”

Will be side eyeing him the whole night because you know he’s up to no good 💀

literally was giggling the whole time writing this cause of how much fun it is !!! haven’t done it in a while (I was writing this first before my valentine post 😭👍🏼)

But I hope you guys enjoyed it!! Lemme know if I should do different scenarios and with the other members too!

remember my asks are open! and if you wish to join my taglist make sure to comment/message me !! :)) ❤️

Much love MWAH MWAH 🥰

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Lewis Hamilton - Birth Chart Analysis

Disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes only, nothing observed or taken away from this should be considered fact. As a reminder, I know fuck all about Formula 1, I just like fast cars (DALE EARNHARDT LIVES ON IN MY DREAMS, GOD BLESS AMERICA).

Additional disclaimer: I am fucking tired y’all. My week at work has been actual hellfire, and I started my summer classes so I am back to averaging like, three hours of sleep a night and I am overworked, underpaid, and barely surviving (I am NOT thriving). I did NOT dive into the aspects of his chart, honestly, I am exhausted and posting this literally in the middle of the night. As soon as I finish this, I am knocking out for the foreseeable. If anyone really wants, I will look at the aspects, but my eyes are starting to hurt. I’ll get to his tarot reading sometime after I wake up.

Anyway, here is my look at Lewis’s birth chart, since there seemed to be a lot of interest in his overall chart, I went ahead and dove in much deeper than I have on the others. If there is more interest in this, I am happy to do this for others as well. Unfortunately, I am not able to promise the accuracy of these, as a majority of the charts will be done using UTC unless there is a reliable birth time provided anywhere.

THE PLANETS:

Sun - Capricorn

A Capricorn Sun to me is like a warm summer day with a perfect breeze, a feeling of coming home after a long day at work, and a perfectly baked apple crisp. It’s reliable, strong, and levelheaded. With this placement being ruled by Saturn, there is a lot of attention paid to time, how long it has taken to accomplish goals, the milestones, etc. I have no doubts that Lewis is the type to remember those important dates and want to make them important. Lewis has a long-term plan and has it planned out in an incredible amount of detail. The goat is applicable in all terms, steadfast, balanced even in the uncertainly, and stubborn.

Moon - Cancer

I get the sense that Lewis opens up slower, but when he develops trust with someone it takes a lot to break it. There is so much protective and loyal energy with this placement, I have no doubts that once Lewis finds his people, he does everything in his power to ensure they feel valued and protected. Lewis has a gentle heart, and he loves deeply, like DEEPLY. There is a lot of emotions there, and with a Cancer in Moon there is a a tendency to almost be afraid to feel these emotions because they can be overwhelming. I think that Lewis has done the work necessary though to embrace being as emotional as he is, and there is a sense of power in the emotions he feels.

Rising - Scorpio

This is such an intense and petty rising sign, I love it. I also just have a soft spot for literally any Scorpio placement (even toxic men with a scorpio sun). In terms of rising, it’s a lot of resourceful placement, Lewis probably feels a sense of calm when he is in charge and feels that he has control. The one downside to a Scorpio rising is that there is a bit of a temper, like, it takes a lot to set it off, but my god, when it gets going, it’s a verbal tearing down that you would not expect. It’s got people walking away thinking about the things said for hours.

Mercury (Planet of intelligence) - Sagittarius

This is really nice placement, but it tells me that Lewis absolutely hates any sort of censorship or PR training. Real big jack of all trades in terms of hobbies, and a natural ability to just pick things up and be absolutely amazing at them. Knitting? One youtube video and hes a professional. Baking? No problem, practically a professional from the one time he read a blog online. Lewis is always open to learning new things and challenging himself. I have no doubts that this man is full of wisdom and grace.

Venus (Planet of love and pleasure) - Pisces

Again, Lewis is in-touch with his emotions, and is so devoted to those that he deems worthy of his heart. While his chart does indicate that there is a tendency to have a bit of a temper, I have no doubts that once there is a spark there, he is the most gentle and kindhearted man there is. He is devoted and will cherish you with his everything. Unfortunately, there is sometimes a lot of self-sacrifice that comes with this placement that can make relationships difficult in the long run.

Mars (Planet of physical energy) - Pisces

I personally find this to be a pretty intense placement. It’s not necessarily due to the physicality of it, I just think that there is a lot of emotion that comes with Pisces, and when it clashes with the physicality of Mars, it can be hard to balance them out. I think that there is a tendency to shoulder others' issues and make them his own. Since Lewis is so in touch with his emotions, I think that there is a deeper and better understanding of what he needs to feel stable in a relationship.

Jupiter (Planet of luck, optimism, and success) - Capricorn

This is an interesting placement, for a few different reasons. It’s one of my less preferred placements, but it’s definitely not the worst out there! The success in Lewis’s life can truly be attributed to his hard work and dedication. This also tells me that there is going to be longevity to the success, it isn’t just going to end.

Saturn (Planet of responsibility) - Scorpio

Saturn here brings a lot of obstacles, but a lot of them tend to be on the emotional side of things rather than physical. Either there is going to be a huge disagreement between him and someone close to him that blows up into public attention, or this has already happened. This brings back some of that stubborn influence that we see in some other placements, his career is going to be something that lasts well past retirement, it isn’t just going to fizzle out. Retirement isn’t going to be traditional at all, his career is going to extend well past his driving days.

Uranus (Planet of change and originality) - Sagittarius

Even when faced with change, Lewis is going to handle it with grace. We start to see some of the more unconventional beliefs here too, this tells me that there is a lot of spirituality and reliance on the self and manifestation.

Neptune (Planet of mystery and illusion) - Capricorn

Lewis, the man that you are. I love a Capricorn Neptune because it is whimsical, driven, passionate, and truly in touch with the natural world. There is a lot of dedication to the self and others with this placement. There is so much hope and desire to understand the world at large and how it works with this placement. With Lewis being so connected to his emotions, I think that there is a lot of emotion tied into this placement as well. There is a lot of balance and self-soothing that can be done through this specific placement.

Pluto (Planet of death and rebirth) - Scorpio

Pluto is interesting. I definitely think that there is a lot of passion here, like a lot. Going back to everything else in his chart, this really kind of ties it together really well. I think that there is a lot of balance here. I mean, there is a lot emotion and passion everywhere in the chart, and then we get to this? Where it kind of becomes this overwhelming desire and passion to get their own way.

THE HOUSES:

First house (House of Self) - Pluto, Saturn, and Southern Node

Saturn in the first house tells me that there is a lot of weight placed on Lewis’s shoulders, the majority of it being there by his own doing. Lewis values hard work, and it really shows through his entire chart. Pluto shines through in more of the personality than the work ethic, Pluto in the first brings this natural charism and charm, that welcomes people in and attracts them naturally. The Southern Node here is pretty brutal, and I think a lot of it comes down to how much emotion is carried through the chart. With the Southern Node here, it can be easy to inadvertently hurt others through words or actions.

Second house (House of Possessions ) - Uranus and Mercury

I love Mercury here because we are literally seeing it in real time. There is a luxury to it, an ability to continue pushing the boundaries and just build more financial security and comfort. If it’s something that he believes will make his life easier, he has no problem dropping a pretty penny. I also love Uranus in this placement, because again, we literally see it. It’s typically seen in making great finances in an unconventional career (I would argue and say professional motorsports is unconventional). I wouldn’t be shocked to find out that he has an antiques collection or at least an interest in the vintage or antique world.

Third house (House of Communication) - Neptune, Sun, and Jupiter

Lewis will have a natural talent for being well-spoken and eloquent in his speech and finds it easy to build a connection with others. There is a lot going on in this house, so I think that there may be a tendency to be disorganized in thought more so than anywhere else. Since Jupiter is the planet of luck, I definitely think that Lewis could talk himself out of any sort of trouble. He just needs to find a mutual connection and it’s game over. I don’t think Lewis would be the type to take advantage of this natural ability to charm others, but I do think there might be a tendency to weaponize it when he is feeling wounded. Neptune brings a lot of balance here, and really furthers the belief that he is a spiritual babe! I have no doubts that Lewis finds the occult to be interesting! I would literally give anything to have a chat with him over some occult ideals.

Fifth house (House of Creativity and Sex) - Venus and Mars

LITERALLY THE BEST FUCKING PLACEMENT. We have the planet of pleasure and love in the same house as the planet of energy and assertiveness. Venus tells us that Lewis is a natural romantic, and he knows how to make someone feel like they are the center of the universe. Paired with Mars, we see that there is almost an impulsivity to this romantic aspect of things, and that competitive nature comes through. He is going to be the best thing that has happened to someone, he will make damn sure of that.

Seventh house (House of Marriage and Partnership) - Northern Node

I love the Northern Node here, truly. I’ve said it already, but I’ll say it again. Lewis Hamilton is willing to commit, to his career, to friends, to partners. He is not afraid of commitment at all. This natural charm that he carries is so infectious. He absolutely is going to be the best husband out there, like holy shit.

Eighth house (House of Death and regeneration, and legacies) - Chiron

I don’t love the wounded healer being in this house, like at all. To me this symbolizes holding onto things that he should not, likely leading to a festering rage. As I stated earlier, it likely takes a lot to get to the point where Lewis feels that it is necessary to end a relationship in any capacity, it is going to cause a lot of personal pain and bring up a lot of challenges.

Ninth house (House of Mental Exploration) - Moon

Lewis is a philosophical man at heart, I have no doubts that when he gets on a topic he is passionate about, he gets deep. I love this placement for him, because it usually means a lot of success in travel, and it’s my understanding (I am sorry for my lack of f1 knowledge guys), that he is constantly traveling.

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no you don’t understand sub noah is so personal to me 😵‍💫 oh god i just need to rant for a min excuse me while i go off in your inbox friend

there are two wolves ok

in one corner you’ve got your bestest boy :(( he just wants to be good for you and wants needs you to tell him that he is. when i say he is so eager to please :// if he had a tail it would be wagging. he will have you coming on his tongue, hips arching into his mouth, already on your nth orgasm and still ask if he’s doing good for you????? big brown almond eyes looking up at you from between your thighs????? oh and his sounds are going to be the death of you!!!! he’s humming and groaning and whining and it feels so good when it’s into your pussy but also it’s so hot when his moans are echoing around the room and it’s clear he’s thoroughly enjoying himself 😵‍💫 he is a simple man ok he’s just a big bad scorpio with a praise kink. oh he’d fold so fast i’m telling you!!!!!!!! uber affectionate, just wants to snuggle after :((

and then you’ve got yourself a brat, acting out just to get a reaction. he likes to push your buttons to see how you’ll rein him in. wants to challenge you so you can put him back in line. so what if that includes edging him to the point of or almost the point of tears until he’s soft and pliant and obedient; he’s done the same to you :// he gives me such switch energy ok. oh you have your hands so full when he feels like being a brat. he is such a smartass i said it !!!!! “get on your knees” “make me” oh but he has met his match because you can spit that sass out right back at him. not to mention you know 101 ways to have him begging for it

(i am maybe writing something 🫠)

anyways thank you for putting up with my late night thoughts this has been fun i’m gonna go chew on some drywall now

How have I only just seen this???

Anon this is just pure art 🥵🥵🥵

Sub Noah would have me on my knees….if that wasn’t where he belonged that is 😏

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months

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The Call: Arlo Turk x Reader (NCIS: LA)

@kmc1989 @alexlynn16 @mini-bee-bee @scorpio-1357

High - Arlo knows something isn't right.

Flowers - Every year on your birthday Arlo sends you flowers.

Five Years (NSFW) - It's been five years since Arlo last laid eyes on you.

Beachside - Arlo spends a morning on the water considering about what you've told him.

For You - Arlo confirms his feelings for you.

In Mexico, Arlo dreams of you. Of passionate nights and wanton mornings, of teasing kisses and wandering hands, of you standing there in his kitchen wearing nothing but his t-shirt as you sing along to the radio.

That’s what he misses the most, the domesticity. The fact you used to tuck the blanket over him when he fell asleep on the couch, the way you used to clutter up his bathroom with your lotions and potions, the teasing manner in which you’d straighten his tie everytime he had to testify in court because Arlo, he never could seem to get it right.

When he wakes up that morning, he rolls over and reaches for you. The camp bed he sleeps in tips over and he finds himself sprawled across the cold concrete floor of the garage, twisted up in his sheets.

From his dog bed in the corner Deogey, the German Shephard raises his head, cocking it to one side.

“Yea, I know boy.” Arlo mutters, his palm rubbing over his grizzled features as he stares at the ceiling. “I know.”

It’s his birthday today and all he wants to do is hear the sound of your voice. He thinks that’s why he picks up his burner phone and dials your office number, it’s three in the morning and there isn’t a chance in hell you’ll be there. He’s content to just listen to your voicemail, it’s something he’s been doing on and off over the past few years. He never leaves a message and he always withholds his number.

“Agent Allen speaking.”

He almost drops the fucking phone when you pick it up after the first ring. He’s so stunned that his throat constricts and his eyes start to sting. All those years of listening to a machine, it’s good to hear your voice again, no matter how bored you may sound.

“I swear to fucking God Byron if you are fucking with me again…”

He laughs then, he can’t help it. You’re such a fiery little thing when you get going and he misses that, he misses you.

There’s silence from the other end of the line and he knows you’ve realised it’s not Byron, that the man who called you is a ghost.

“Arlo…” You say softly and his heart breaks because that’s the first time he’s heard his real name in three years and it’s never sounded as sweet as it does coming from your lips.

“Yea baby,” He says finally, his voice rough with emotion. “Yea, it’s me.”

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CLOYNE FILES — RAFAEL VELAZQUEZ.

˗ˏˋ 𓂃 ( danny ramirez. cis man. he/him ). meet rafael velazquez, a 30 year old, who has been in cloyne for his whole life. they are a tattooist / owner at blackest ink, known for being equanimous and woolgathering. they are often heard humming along to everything in its right place by radiohead. residents would describe them as the quixotic. ( james, 25, they/them, est )

content warnings for... drunk driving, car accident, familial death, grief, traumatic brain injury, anxiety, dissociation.

profile.

full name — rafael amaya velaquez.

nickname(s) — raf, rafa, velaquez.

place of birth — cloyne, ontario, canada.

date of birth & age — july 15th, 1994. thirty.

gender / pronouns — cis man, he/him.

sexuality — bisexual.

occupation — owner and tattoo artist at blackest ink.

astrology — cancer sun, libra moon, scorpio rising.

residence — a small apartment on the west - end of town; all brick walls and busted heaters; dozen of knitted blankets and coffee wafting through the air, clinging to the fabric. comfortably cluttered and warm - toned, it feels like a proper home.

interests — ink drawings and paint markers; poorly made ceramics. the smell of a sterile work station; mindless sketches. stretching, sometimes just to show off faded but well - loved ink. dungeons and dragons; mysticism as a concept. high fantasy, comfort in a well - crafted world. reading, though he wishes he did it more often. huddling beneath a pile of blankets in the middle of winter; star - gazing. herbal teas with just a touch of honey. the scent of fresh laundry, cloves, roses. helping others where he can. cooking, but especially for others; and especially old family recipes. journaling, keeping notes; trying to regain a sense of purpose - feeling normal. ice cold beer and a pack of cigarettes, the occasional joint. loud music; the riff of a guitar. the feeling of one in his hands. love, found in the faces of everyone he's ever known. love, as a concept. love, as something unreachable.

aversions — mentions of his brother; a wound still so fresh, so red, a mark upon his entire being. acknowledging the lingering stares of his parents, and wondering if they wish he were someone else. excessive selfishness, when survival means only sacrifice. empty gestures and meaningless words; promises he can't keep. lying, though he can't help it. grinding his teeth together ( wears a night guard to bed ). laying awake for hours at a time, just staring at the ceiling; no thoughts, but sleep too far in the distance. thinking about only himself. being a burden. geese, god help him. replacing old clothes that reek of nostalgia; forever condemned to a lifetime of sewing buttons back onto sleeves, patchwork over holes. .

quirks — rolls his knuckles over a flat surface in order to crack them. nails bitten raw and short. frequently caught staring at the sky, entranced by the clouds - wishing he could touch them. notes app full of the things the people he cares about enjoy, or dislike; so he never gets it wrong. gives too much of himself, even when it hurts. never knows when to say no.

most played — everything in its right place by radiohead.

notable features — an old, cracking leather jacket he refuses to part ways with and a mess of curls well - cared for. an expanse of tan, tattooed flesh that stretches over bone and muscle; always peaking beneath hemlines.

general disposition — a bright, well - lit smile and shoulders that seem only sometimes heavy. dim - lit eyes, and a small sigh of relief whenever eyes turn away from him.

character study — ponyboy curtis ( the outsiders ) & james wilson ( house m.d. ).

public records.

the velazquez' have lived in cloyne for generations, rafael and his family no exception to that. his parents are both teachers, high school and elementary, and their family was as nuclear as it came. two parents, two kids, a dog; a white picket fence ( or damn well near enough ).

they're good people, well - respected in town. rafael and his twin brother, joaquin get into trouble from time to time; but only minor things, nonconsequential. kids being kids. they're close, growing up, as close as they can be. it's an ordinary childhood; but one filled with warmth and light, and life.

the only notable dispute that rafael and joaquin ever had were their positions in life; rafael's smart, but he's always been more practical, more artistically inclined. joaquin was valedictorian - there's a craving deep inside him for a life outside the one they know in cloyne. he wants to leave, rafael wants to stay; he can't imagine a life without his brother, but he can't imagine a life where he leaves cloyne either.

joaquin moves soon after; away from cloyne, and away from rafael. it's a loneliness that he's never felt before; one that eats at him. it's not long before he's visiting joaquin at college every other month. it's a long drive - but it's worth it. he's his twin; it would always be worth it.

drunk driving / car accident / familial death; one weekend away, one visit to joaquin's college nearing his graduation, and they're driving home too late, too drunk from the party they've just left. rafael knows they should call an uber, a taxi, a friend, anybody, but joaquin insists - it's fine; they've driven the same length of road so many times before. it's fine. it's fine, he says. rafael sees the other car before he does - joaquin doesn't see anything at all. he dies on impact.

grief; it's weird, mourning someone you've known all your life. grown up next to. their parents are beside themselves - blame themselves for joaquin's death more than they blame rafael. their relationship's never the same - but cloyne is home, where else would he go? the grief is heavy, all - consuming; rafael breaks up with his long - term partner at the time, and for a while there - it's like he's nothing more but a ghost.

he doesn't think time can ever heal the wound he feels, so viscerally - but little by little, time does pass. it does move - his parents warm up to him again, and he can breathe a little easier. he rebuilds his life - comes into ownership of the local tattoo shop; and it's been peace since - until lorelai walsh.

disposition & details.

a lover by all means; loves his friends and his family deeply, and when he does fall, he falls hard. quiet, but charming; kind. the boy next door, all grown up. he would do anything to protect the people he loves.

will always go out of his way to help someone in need; whether it's a ride home after they've drank too much, or they need somewhere to stay - or they just want someone to accompany them on errands - rafael's the first one to the door, the first one to call. never asks anything in return - never asks much for himself. a lifetime of brotherhood's left him more than willing to share what he has of his own.

grief; he knows he's not at fault for the accident that claimed his brother's life; but there's guilt in the survival of it all. he would turn back time just to switch their roles, just so joaquin could have the life he wanted. it's made him quieter, less enthused than he used to be - and it's not for lack of trying. years ago, he was angry; now he's defeated - stuck knowing that nothing could bring his twin back.

traumatic brain injury; the accident left rafael with a significant brain injury that effects his ability to hold and process memories; over the course of the years, his ability to retain past information has improved - but there's a constant struggle to remember the new. it's overwhelming, overpowering; it's terrifying.

anxiety / dissociation; appears naturally laidback - a quiet confidence; but anxiety lingers beneath his skin. he doesn't talk about his mental health often, or the things that consume him, the dissociative state he finds himself in more often than not. it's better this way, he thinks. ultimately self - sacrificing; by putting others at a constant first, he's only hurting himself.

not someone who beats around the bush; but he's gentle all the same. it's not tough love, just - love. despite any worries - he's never afraid to speak up, speak out; voice his concerns for others. stubborn, sometimes; he doesn't drop topics, even when they make him sick with worry, with fear, with anxiety. is someone who has to talk it through to the end, or else he can't sleep, can't function. can't live.

a better person to sit in silence with in quiet comfort than be offered advice; he falters, sometimes, because how can he give advice that he himself doesn't follow? tries nonetheless, but he's never been much of a motivational speaker.

cares deeply about his profession, his craft - the work he does. doesn't tattoo as often as he used to, before becoming the owner of blackest ink; but he'll make time for others, when they ask. his work is still precise, near methodical; laced with years - long practice and love. it's just that he's also handling the business side of things, the finances. he's constantly sinking under, but trying to remain afloat.

wanted.

the long term ex — it's been maybe six years now since they've broken up, with little to no warning or explanation on rafael's side. loose ends, and unanswered questions - things he still avoids to this day. why?

childhood friends — without them, he'd be lost; he needs people to anchor onto, to keep him from floating away. they've known him, his family, all their lives.

something more — he's always so hesitant, so afraid of messing something up; they're not sure where they stand, or what exactly they mean to each other. but it's - something, right?

clients, neighbors - people he's grown up around, but aren't necessarily his closest friends. family friends. enemies from youth; unresolved conflicts. exes, friends of joaquin's.

#cloyne:intro #˗ˏˋ rafael ⟶ ❛ intro ❜#drunk driving tw #car accident tw #death tw #grief tw #brain injury tw #anxiety tw #dissociation tw #okay these r all pretty brief #also trying to get this to let me post it was such. an ache omfg tumblr why #but hi :P

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Man, has it really been two months since I did any Character Review/Rambling posts for a specific story/story set?

Well, let's rectify that now!

I could go back to the poll I did, but I'm really surprised to find that I don't appear to have covered the Divine Trip for Two sets yet. They should probably have been an option on the poll!

So let's cover those today. A Divine Trip for Two: Wishes and A Divine Trip for Two: Punishments

The Wishes set contains stories for: Leon, Teorus, Huedhaut, Karno

The Punishments set contains stories for: Scorpio, Dui, Ichthys, Zyglavis

Spoilers under cut

Before we get to the two separate sets, let's briefly cover the prologue which is the same for both.

I don't know what is more amusing here, the king getting them to summon MC who is in her night clothes, the god's reaction to that, or how Partheno and Tauxolouve manage to get themselves (along with Krioff and Aigonorus) out of doing anything for this latest game of the king's. 😂

Hue's 'Well done, you certainly got out of this quickly.' to Tauxolouve - I can't quite make up my mind whether he's irritated at Lou for managing to excuse himself or begrudgingly impressed.

That said: Much as I'm grinning at that exchange, I probably would have preferred for them to make it 12 items rather than 8 and then everyone could have had a story. But it feels like there are very few sets that have all of them - at least this is a four from each side one rather than three.

And yes this is absolutely a game of the king's - not an emergency at all. And Hue seems rather distressed that His Highness has been listening to MC's thoughts again. Just how often does this actually happen??? (Quite a lot knowing the king, but poor Hue).

Oh goodness and then there's how the king gets the others to agree to this... but I'll leave that as a surprise. 😆

Right, before I get way too spoilery about even just the prologue, let's get into the stories themselves shall we?

A DIVINE TRIP FOR TWO: WISHES

Leon: A Treasure Hunt in Singapore

Pfft, Leon always seems like he finds his job a massive chore and yet in other stories it's clear that Karno thinks that Leon makes a better Chief Minister than he ever would have. I'm not sure whether that's Karno's admiration for Leon speaking or his self-doubt pushing him down, or both - but it's interesting how here Leon takes the wishes list with him to do that work as well: He says to MC he's dealing with two 'nusiances' at once, but I'm sure some of the others would have seen it as a chance to avoid work entirely for a bit. That said: granting wishes isn't paperwork. No doubt that's the kind of work he is still ignoring. xD

Also here we have Leon's reaction to the lion head/fish tail statue that is also in one of Ichthys' stories: Leon is totally not amused no matter which option you pick. Ichthys was just completely confused.

What I vaguely recalled of this one was that it seemed somewhat blander than the others in these two sets, but I think that may be more just because these two sets are so strong.

Whilst Leon is still putting the front of not caring about the notion of other people's love it's actually clear from how this goes that he's grown beyond that, and just like one of his Christmas stories I'm still not buying that he's really doing it only for MC's benefit. The fact it makes her happy might be motivation as to why he bothers, but he clearly wanted to make sure this love wish was granted - even if it was, as he said, a lot of effort to go to for a single wish.

I'm 100% sure the king knew exactly what he was doing when he gave Leon this one. This almost feels like it was a further test to make sure the Chief Minister of Wishes really did understand love now.

Teorus: A Treasure Hunt in Germany

Okay I'm sure several of you are already looking worriedly at me so let me allay your fears straight off: This is my second favourite Teorus story. The only Teorus story I rate higher than this is his 'Secret Blessings from the Gods' story.

This story doesn't focus on his jealousy, or his obliviousness at other women crowding him, or his somewhat immature reactions he can have at times. What this story does focus on is his dislike of children. But here it's done equally - in his '12 Loves Light up a Holy Night' story it felt more like his reaction was purely because the children MC was talking to were male and it also bought out his overzealous over-possessiveness that I absolutely hate, whereas here? Here we have a young brother and sister, making a noise at the place MC and Teorus are sightseeing and initially that puts them off.

But then the reason for said children being there is revealed, and both Teorus and MC willingly help them.

And you know... I've just realised something. The kids in this story were trying to do something nice for their mother...

Teo doesn't know his and his father is an ass and oh, now I think I see more why even MC thought he was acting more mature in this one. OUCH. 😭

The ending of this one is just so sweet, and Teo grows a lot here.

Huedhaut: A Treasure Hunt in France

Oh Hue, you just had to leap straight to the teasing didn't you? 😆 But at the same time he's always really sweet. If you get MC to get him to decide what she should wear what he does is give her exactly what kind of thing she was wishing for (the same applies for if you ask for one of the two other options but then MC has said out loud what she's thinking). Other clothing scenes we have in the series always seem more to either be what the god wants or what the god thinks will wind another god up.

What's also interesting here is Hue's remark about this quest not being his usual style - I guess normally he'd make sure he had far more information than the king was willing to divulge here. (A painting of a lady in France indeed, your highness. Sheesh).

I adore Hue and MC's back and forth in this one. MC trying her hardest to outmatch Hue but as per usual it's not really working, but they just seem so perfectly in sync here.

THAT SAID: Hue, look, not everyone is as intelligent as you. I know you admitted afterwards that you were rather nervous due to sensing what you did, but even if you were uncertain about what was going on, don't you think it would have been a good idea to tell MC what was on your mind? What your theory was? Then maybe she wouldn't have even briefly thought that something was affecting you. (Mind you, I'm being hypocritical here, I probably would have acted the same as Hue did... 😅 )

This one is fun, loving, and heart-warming. Pretty much all the option responses here are great too. (Although one seems somewhat incomplete - it doesn't seem to make any sense).

Karno: A Treasure Hunt in Spain

Karno's story here is one of my absolute favourites for him. From protecting the MC from getting hurt and showing his rather scarier side for once, to him and MC working together to work out what to do about a problem regarding someone on both lists, to the solution being related to Karno's divine ability that he is so self-conscious about...

This is just absolutely wonderful and I guess it also shows that they could have done more stuff that focussed directly on the departments' work if they'd wanted to.

Okay now for my re-read thoughts rather than me just blurting out random thoughts before even reloading this one:

In Leon's story he doesn't use his powers to let MC understand the language until it's clear she doesn't know what someone near them is saying, in Teo's MC has to ask what someone is saying for him to make her understand though he does at least explain what he's doing, and in Hue's it never comes up because the one person they speak to is Japanese anyway. Here though? It's nearly as soon as they arrive that Karno makes it so that MC can understand the language and even tells her in advance. Ever reliable, Karno.

Well... I just called him ever reliable, but... um... Karno... did you really just ask someone if they were a 'local human?' that sounds really bizarre! I'm going to presume you were still rather panicked about MC nearly catching fire and angry enough at someone deliberately causing said fire that you didn't think through your wording cos otherwise...

But it is interesting how here we do get to see Karno genuinely angry. He won't stand for things that could get innocent people hurt, especially not when it nearly happened to MC. And yet once they've heard more and MC has calmed him down, we're back into Karno feeling like he can't do anything about the situation despite having all these powers available to him.

As I was saying in my initial thoughts about this one I really like the set up here: someone on both lists (Karno accidentally has the punishments list) and working out what they can do to resolve this when he can't touch anything on the list for the other department. There is a problem with one of the suggestions you can get MC to initially say here though - and the only reason it is a problem is because of the prologue excusing some of the other gods. For Karno's response to work, he really would need to not know where any of the Punishments' Gods are. But that's the fault of the setup before we even get to this story, and in the end that isn't what they need anyway.

*sigh* Karno really doesn't think he's of use does he? Even here it's MC who points out how his divine power might be able to help - at least for the first part. Later it is Karno who uses it of his own volition.

But yeah, I'm trying my hardest not to spoil this story here. It really is a gem, and a very interesting idea.

A DIVINE TRIP FOR TWO: PUNISHMENTS

Scorpio: A Treasure Hunt in Shanghai

Pfft oh Scorpio you really care far more than your irritated forced persona implies. From claiming that you just think walking around would be better than sitting in a stuffy hotel room, to watching MC's reaction to the pandas instead of the pandas yourself... you're being so sweet here.

Actually this whole thing is really touching. Scorpio's even being nice about the Department of Wishes for once!

I may not be that aware of the real life Earth astrology stories but I still like it when they come up here, and I especially like how Scorpio keeps disillusioning MC about other more minor gods. 😂

Like Leon's, the actual issue here might be a little less interesting than Hue's and Karno's, but it is still something important, and thinking on it it was kinda nice that this one had a punishment's god in it and it appeared to be heading in one direction when it really was not that at all.

Dui: A Treasure Hunt In England

Oh Dui 😭 *hugs him tightly* . I swear MC gets into actual physical danger far more when she's with Dui than when she's with anyone else. And this time it only happens because of how much fun she and Dui were having earlier.

Dui's another who actually uses his powers immediately to let MC understand the language. It's clear some thought about that more than others.

As someone from the UK I have to say it's kinda nice seeing these backgrounds of London in SCM 😅 Though it probably helps that Dui is so excited here! His happiness is infectious.

Despite the real danger MC is in in this one I really do like how this one turned out, and Dui? It wasn't your fault, I feel more like your luck is as bad as Hue's! I mean what the king sent you to find here... I think even he was trying to give you a break for once and instead this mess happens. 😭

Ichthys: A Treasure Hunt in Hawaii

Ichthys does actually make MC understand the language pretty quickly here too - once he's stopped being distracted by the sea and sea creatures that is.

But aside from the little fun at the beach at the start of this, this story is utterly heart-wrenching. The parallels between Ichthys and who he and MC are there to help. OUCH.

I think I'm struggling to put anything into words here because I may well have said before how much I relate to Ichthys and this kind of story really isn't helping with that.

This story is great but if you know what Ichthys' main path is like, this is him helping someone who is hiding pain like he used to.

I... I just...

😭

Zyglavis: A Treasure Hunt in New York

Okay let's move on from Ichthys' story before I choke up further, and lets head to Zig's.

Geez, Zig, thanks a lot. I got MC to answer your question diplomatically and this is your reaction. 😂 I adore Zig's snarkiness though. In fact I realised a while back: I seem to like people being sarcastic at me. 😅

Oh but there's sweet Zig immediately afterwards too... a dessert shop where he initially doesn't want anything and then MC points out they have Chocolate Ganache and now he's grappling with himself about it. 😆

Pfft: This reminds me of one of the differences between Huedhaut and Zyglavis actually. Hue is the one getting one up on MC and her grumbling to herself that she can't win with him, with Zig it's the other way around. Even though he has cutting snark it's MC that takes advantage of the situations around them and it's often Zig who thinks she can't win with her. I'm pretty sure if this food scene was in Hue's we would have ended up somewhere where even if others weren't doing it, Hue would have insisted on feeding MC, but here MC tricks Zig into letting her feed him due to where they are, and he's just so flustered and sweet.

Also, Zyglavis is somewhat ignoring the king's mission without MC fully realising it until he brings it up, rather than being vocally upfront like Dui was. I suppose it does make sense that he would go that route here, because it's one of the few times where he hasn't got to think about a million other things to do with work and the departments and the other Zodiac Gods. He might have a fetch quest from the king that he's supposed to be doing, but he also knows they won't be interrupted here. Which is probably why we're getting a more relaxed Zyglavis, even whilst walking about outside.

THAT SAID: I know you thought to let her understand the language after she bought that concern up, and you left your shadow with her so she wouldn't worry about splitting up, but - did you really just rattle off directions in a place MC has never been before so rapidly and then disappear without giving her a chance to even ask you to repeat what you said if necessary?! I know your shadow showed her the way in the end but that initial abruptness must have terrified her. Or at least it did me! (At least he does realise about this, and is part of the resolution later).

Unlike Karno's they actually remember that there are some still working in the heavens in this one, and that's a nice moment in MC's mind. I hope this really was Lou and Aigo's doing.

Overall, this is like a less upsetting version of Dui's. It's a way to get Zyglavis and MC not only to relax but to elucidate their feelings a little more.

It's a very sweet little story.

Okay then... ranking time? Hmm... let's see:

Karno

Huedhaut

Teorus

Ichthys

Zyglavis

Dui

Scorpio

Leon

That was actually really hard to order. Those top four have a lot of interesting moments and could probably be re-ordered or listed as equal first. Then Zig and Dui's are very close and I'm still not sure whether I've put them the right way round. Scorpio and Leon's are great too, but I think for me that probably is where both of those fall.

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justhere4kpop · 1 year

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Haven

Fallen God!Park Seonghwa x Reader

w/c: 3211

Genre: Fallen God, enemies (?) to lovers, fluff, some angst, fantasy. (let me know if I missed something)

warnings: major character death, sickness... (again let me know if I missed anything.)

~Collab piece for @cromernet Elysium Falling~

a/n: This is my first time posting angst so I really hope it's okay! also thank you Chippie @jaehunnyy for being my first beta reader! I love you!!! I really liked this piece so I hope you guys do too. (2 for 1 on new works this month yay!)

~Masterlist~

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Trapped and forgotten, that was what his life had become. Trapped where no one would ever know about them. Forgotten by worshippers of the “Olympian Gods.” He and his brother had grown tired of people forgetting them, they lead the sailors where they needed to go and now they have turned their backs on them? Often they would disappear from the sky to lead the sailors astray, rebellion in their eyes, betrayal by the elders. This lead to their damnation in what is now called the “Devil’s Triangle.” Guarded by the demons under Hades control Seonghwa found new friends in those of his other “fallen” comrades. He had hatred in his heart, betrayal from them. “They turn their backs on us!? US!?” he yelled once more. “The very stars that lead them in the sky?!” “Hesperus-” his brother Eosphorus called. “I do not answer to that name!” he spat back. “What good will anger and resentment cause if we are trapped?” his brother called back with a roll of his eyes. “I’ll get out of here, one day I will.” the evening star growled.

As luck would have it, escaping eternal damnation monitored by Hades’ demons was not as easy as the evening star thought. Over the century he was locked away he and his cohorts found ways to leave unnoticed, however they would loose their otherworldly powers if they did, a metaphorical shackle if you will, eventually dragging him back to the wretched prison he was doomed to. He never found the mortal realm all that interesting either he just longed for his home in the sky again. He would often visit at night and stare off where he balanced in the sky directing those lonely sailors, he missed the view from the heavens. He would spend his nights staring at the sky hoping. Perhaps this is what remorse feels like, longing, loneliness. The cool ocean breeze hits the man standing in the sand, the smell of salt and the sound of waves crashing in the distance. Yes this feeling in his chest was longing, longing for what he once had.

“Now it should be around here somewhere, it’s been 18 years since it was last here.” a voice echoed in the distance. The star perked up at the noise. He came over the sand bank to see…a person? There you were, looking up at the night sky just as he was. “Hello.” I called out to the man peering over the sand. “What are you doing mortal?” he questioned. “Mortal?” I chuckled. “I see how you are. I’m looking at the stars, I’m trying to find one. It’s bright, hangs just along the horizon in the west.” He hung in the west, that was his sky. “I’m assuming you’re looking for a constellation.” he came a bit closer. “Oh no I know where those are, you see up there is the bears, Ursa Major and her cub Minor. Over there you’ll see Lacerta, Cygnus, Lyra, Vulpecula, and Anser….oh and over there you can just barely see Scorpio.” I smiled looking at all the stars, all my friends. “You know the stars?” he perked up. “I should hope so for an astronomer.” I smiled at the tall man. “I’ve studied for quite some time.” “That’s Sagitarrius.” he pointed. “Hmm?” “That’s not Scorpio, it’s Saggitarius.” he repeated. “Oh?” I took out my binoculars. “Oh…my mistake.” “Some Star Expert you are.” he scoffed. “Astronomer.” I corrected again. “Mortal.” “Oh and someone’s got their panties in a twist.” I rolled my eyes. “Do you have a name?” He’d been praticing for this moment. Just say it…Hwaseong. Mars. “Seonghwa.” DAMMIT. “Seonghwa? Well smartass it’s nice to meet a fellow astronomer.” “You?” he asked…although he couldn’t care- “y/n.” I said looking at the sky again. “Y/n.” “Well mortal I am actually-” “Oh I see it!” I shouted running past him into the waves looking at a bright star in the sky. Only…it wasn’t the star I wanted. “Maybe I should try again at dawn.” I sighed. “What star are you looking for fool?” the blonde hair man asked. “It doesn’t matter tonight….I’ve probably missed him already.”

For months Seonghwa would pester you when you came to look at the stars, his stars, his home. He would correct you on the constellations sometimes even if you weren’t wrong he’d find something to say. He’d tell you it was wrong and he’d roll his eyes as you correct yourself, but he’d also have a slight smile on his face.The slight teasing of “Mortal” on his lips. He always called you that, never by your name, you had adopted a rather odd nickname for him as well, “Stardust.” you said it’s because his head is in the clouds if you catch him staring long enough. He had told you if you like the stars so much why don’t you draw them, or even marry them he had joked.

A few months ago you had started drawing something everytime he saw you, it was strange someone drawing in the dark, the sea breeze much to strong to keep any candle lit long enough. You’d glance up and look back down at the strange parchment writing and drawing before repeating the action.

“What are you doing?” Seonghwa asked coming up behind you. “Oh Christ!” you jumped. “A warning! You’re silent.” you held your chest tightly. “Have you ever heard the of Andromeda?” “Hmm? Like Perseus and Andromeda? Yeah, those stars are-” “Over there.” he pointed in the same direction you were looking. “Why?” I asked. “What would you do if you were chained to a rock to be devoured by a sea monster?” “I’d like to see them try to catch me to chain me to a rock.” I chuckled turning back to my map of the constellations. “I’d like that too.” he had this far off look in his eyes. “Yeah I’m sure you would, then you could look at the stars in peace right?” I looked up at him. “No I’d like to hear the names you call the men who try.” “Oh they’d have nightmares about me for sure.” I chuckled and looked up at the sky. “Seonghwa? Do you live around here or something?” “You could say so, I don’t really have a home. Or I did but it’s gone now.” “So you’re homeless?” I raised an eyebrow. “Do you ever eat or anything?” “I do.” he’s fed by the guards when he needs to be. I sighed. “Come on.” “Hmm?” he looked at me. “Come on.” “You’re kidnapping me mortal?” “No Stardust, I’m getting you a homecooked meal. You look like a damn skeleton.” I pulled his arm. “Besides….seems like he’s hiding from me again tonight.” “y/n?” “Yes Seonghwa?” “What star are you looking for?” “What star? Oh no I’m not looking for A star, I’m looking for THE star, I’m looking for Hesperus, the evening star. I saw him once when I was a child.” I played with the star necklace on my chest. “He waved hi to me, I used to talk to him for hours when I had nightmares. And I’d greet his brother in the morning before the sun would come up….if I was up in time.” I smiled to myself. “Come on you look hungry.”

Seonghwa’s world came crashing down in that moment, you…a mere mortal, were looking for him? His very being, his reason for existing in the sky as the evening star. You. You were looking for him…not a sailor but a scholar of the stars just to find him in the sky once more, where he will never be. Was this? Sadness? Joy? What was this feeling he had grasping at his heartstrings. He felt himself glow, was it a physical glow? Metaphorical? He felt warm. “Are you glowing?” I asked. “Hmm?” he looked up at me. “You know how they say pregnant ladies get this glow about them….you’re doing it….what are you pregnant Stardust?” “No!” he defended himself. “I cannot get pregnant mortal.” “Just checking, you got quiet dummy.” I smiled softly at him.

“Brother.” Hesperus…Seonghwa had called out upon returning to their prison. “She knows about us, the human. y/n.” “The one you’re in love with?” his brother rubbed his eyes. “I….I am not in love with that stupid mortal!” he defended. “Oh sure, is that why you go to see her every night.” “I am merely looking at the sky. Our home.” “And why you talk about her so much?” “I do not.” “All you do is talk about her brother.” Eosphorus said. “Because she is annoying! And…and stupid! And…a pain in my ass.” “Is that why you called her her name instead of mortal?” he raised an eyebrow and rolled over leaving the man stunned. Could he have really done something so…so careless as to not call you mortal? Your name? It fell off his tongue so naturally. How could he…no he wouldn’t it was…it was a mere infatuation with the stars, he loved correcting you. Loved bothering you…yes yes that was it he needed to be the best, the smartest when it came to himself anf his domain.

He had decided to stop visiting the beach where you had met, he couldn’t have…fallen for such a silly creature such as yourself. You were below him…beneath him…he wouldn’t…would he? You were dumb and spoiled, and…and you always had your head in the clouds looking for..him..and you had a smile that shone just as bright as the moon when you listened to him talk about the stars. The constellations even. Sometimes he just wanted to ask about your day so you would smile at him…is this…is this truly the feeling of love?

You weren’t there when he came back some nights later. In fact you weren’t there for months after he had left you, perhaps you had moved on away from him, perhaps you had chosen a different place on your quest for the man that was always in front of you. “Seonghwa?” your voice called out to him weakly. “y/n.” he had seen you peaking over the sand dune. “Where have you been? You know you aren’t allowed to stop looking on this beach until you…” his voice died down seeing my weakened state. “Sorry, I wasn’t feeling too well and the doctors kept me in the hospital. You wouldn’t believe the view they have there at night. Although its much too focused, I couldn’t see the horizon at all. Did you find him?” I asked a little hopeful. “Find him?” “Hesperus!” he flinched at the name a little. “I thought you’d help me look at least.” I chuckled. “N-No…sorry I uh. I’m sorry I left.” he stated shyly. “Oh is that cold exterior coming off now Hwa?” the nickname made him feel warm. “What cold exterior.” he protested. “Ah not quite.” I smiled at him.

Seonghwa was always my cute little helper, he’d help me draw the maps and name the stars, he’d write when I started blabbering about things and he’d listen when I started talking about the stars. He always tried to keep up his too cool front but deep down…he’s my star, like always. Maybe we did start off on the wrong foot, but isn’t that always the best way to start, you immediately bond over something you’re passionate about. Yes that was my star, abrasive and cold, but kind and sweet if you just ignored the first part. For years we had met together on the beach most times at night but sometimes during an eclipse or if he wanted to see me during the day. Our first date had been the small cafe on the beach, our second he had taken me to the nicest restaurant in town. Lots of money for someone like him. Hwa finally said “I love you.” under the clearest night on our year anniversary, I told him I had always loved him, even when he was a stubborn dickhead correcting me.

The first time he ever saw problems were when my hands cramped up and I couldn’t move them, I had pushed it off as I had been writing all day so they were just tired, he accepted this and kept going, our own little date night under the stars. The second was when I had almost fallen at night, I blamed it on tripping over a stone in the sand. The third was when I had asked him the name of the star on my left which I had known the week before….This was when he started getting suspicious, he let it go as his nerves ate away at him, but he was always cautious in the back of his mind…he had planned to propose on top of the hill that overlooked the town he had everything ready until my legs had given out and I tumbled down.

“I’m afraid it’s terminal.” the doctor had told Seonghwa while I was still being tested for further bumps and bruises and broken bones. “Terminal?….You mean…my…my star is dying?” “Ms. y/n has been sick for a while…I’m sorry you had to find out this way? I’m afraid there’s only a few years left with how fast it’s been progressing.”

Dying. Sickness.

All words that played over in Seonghwa’s mind as he watched your smiling form chat away with the nurses about what a silly fall you took. You were dying, sure he knew it was silly to fall for a mortal, he would never age and he’d watch as you do, as you turn with the seasons…but here you are plaguing his heart with that infectious smile you always wear when he’s around.

“Darling you’re-” “I’m sorry.” I looked at him sadly as his eyes finally met mine. “I know I should’ve told you but…it never felt like the right moment…I didn’t want you to find out this way.” “How long have….have you known?” was he angry? Upset? Was this sadness? “When I fell in the sand…I came for a check up.” That was months ago…You’ve been suffering silently for months in front of him and he was none the wiser, he had been acting a fool walking you around town when you could’ve fallen any moment..What an idiot he’s been and he has the nerve to say he loves you? “Seonghwa?” your voice snapped him back to reality. “Don’t give me that look.” you roll your eyes. “Look?” “The same one everyone gives me, that I’m a piece of paper who can’t do anything, that I’m frail and weak and…and helpless! Don't give me that look!” “Darling I-” “Not you too….It’s just a fall…Please, don’t look at me any different.” tears stung my eyes. “My love.’ he came cupped my cheek. “They just reflect the temporary worry for my favorite pain in the ass.” he smiled softly. “You’re one of the strongest I know. I won’t have it any other way.”

We were engaged a week later and had bought a house on the beach. Now for the hard part. “Darling what if I told you I was Hesperus? The star you’re looking for. That I am an immortal god who has been banished from my home in the sky, my haven….to then find a new on with you here on earth?” “I’d tell you I’ve always known idiot.” I smiled at him while playing with his wedding ring. “Remember…you’re my best friend, of course I would recognize you.”

You always had a way with words, actions…with everything. You asked him questions well into the night, drawing and completing more of the maps of the stars you loved. You asked to meet his brother which…he wasn’t too keen on but would eventually agree. Eosphorus more than happy to meet who finally calmed the evening star. You had gone through many trials with your star but none have ever made you question your time or love. Time passed and your body grew weak, Seonghwa found ways to help, he found ways to be the perfect husband you wanted, you’d always tell him he was already everything you needed. Your years together were filled with nothing but love.

You and Your Evening Star.

As your frail hands held onto the pieces of parchment in your hands making your book you felt your grip weaken. The sickness had long since sapped your strength but you held on for him. For your star. “Darling?” Seonghwa’s soft eyes had come down to meet you in your frail state. A warm hand on your knee. Some of the papers flew in the breeze but he’d run to catch them. “What are these?” he smiled brushing your graying hair behind your ear, he still looks as the day you met him, perhaps not as cold. “Our story, my love for my star.” I smiled weakly at him. “My maps, and research you helped me with….I want you to have them Hesperus….my Seonghwa.” “Don’t say that like you’re dying this moment….you still have plenty of life in you my love.” he kissed your forehead. “Please take them Hwa.” I mumbled and pushed them towards him. “My hands can’t keep them long.” It wasn’t fair he fell in love with a mortal, for he would stay here, in this form, at this age forever…while you…his very sky were turning grey, changing and aging before him. It wasn’t fair for either of you, not when you had grown sick. Not when any moment could be the last. There was no cure for you, he could only watch you slowly fade from existence. His sky, his love, his happiness. “Darling? Would you like to walk on the sand with me?” he smiled and took your things from your hands gently placing them where the seabreeze wouldn’t disturb. “I’d very much like that.” I nodded and took his ringed hand in my own, our matching rings a symbol of our own starry sky. When your time came you were held in the embrace of the man you grew to love, the only man you’ve ever loved, your Hesperus, your very own evening star. You felt the tears in his eyes hit your face as your own welled up. “Seonghwa?” I breathed out holding onto him. “I love you. Be kind to me in our next life too. Stardust.” the smile on my face being held under our starry sky by the man I love. “Please…Please take her.” he pleaded with the sky. “Please let her hang for the world to see. My own star. The only foolish thing she ever did was love someone like me. I want the world to see her forever..please…please don’t take her from me. I’ll stay in that cursed prison forever just please…please bring her back to me.” the pain in his voice unrecognizeable.

“If you so wish, my son.” a voice called out. He watched as your body changed…Stardust….a new star had formed in the sky that night. One he could see from his prison, the brightest one just for him, from where he had hung in the sky…his very own Venus.

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Giovanna is a reference to the Night on the Galactic Railroad!

(x) As he gazes up at the Milky Way above, Giovanni finds himself with Campanella on board a steam train. The train travels past the Northern Cross and other stars across the galaxy, making several stops. A ticket inspector comes by at one point, and Campanella and the others show their tickets while Giovanni offers the piece of paper he finds in his pocket. They learn that it's a rare ticket that allows the holder to go anywhere with the train.

I've seen a lot of people through. This piece of paper is indeed a ticket to happiness, it seems. I took the ticket offered to me and returned it with a boarding pass. "Oh. This one is for you." Once again, I am handed a ticket. No, I am not qualified to ride. I refuse to accept it, but your hand won't drop. I'm going to doze off anyway, oh well. "It took me a long time to get a ticket for you. Sorry I'm late." Yes, I really wonder how far I can go with this piece of paper. I need as much time as possible. I have a lot to tell you.

The two boys witness amazing sights and meet various people, including scholars excavating a fossil from sands of white crystal, a man who catches herons and sells them as sweets, and passengers of a ship that sank after hitting an iceberg in the Atlantic Ocean. A child recounts the story behind Scorpio: a scorpion who preys on insects flees from a weasel and, after falling down a well, regrets not having sacrificed itself to feed the weasel, a good cause.

"Oh, it's almost your stop. Look at those stars." There was a water star in your line of sight. "That's where you get off." You're not coming? No, I can't get down here without you.

Water star - Scorpio constellation?

It vowed to serve others in its next life, and its body burst into flames that still burn in the night sky.

You opened the window with a mighty movement and took a pinch of clean sand from the bottle hanging around your neck and spread it on your palm. "All this sand is crystal. There's a little fire burning inside." And you threw it out the window. It was too beautiful. Each one was like a fire of life.

Giovanni says that they should travel together forever, and vows to follow Scorpio's example of bringing happiness to others.

If only I had been able to give my body to you without hesitation. Please, God. Please look into my heart. Please don't give up your life so vainly, but use my body next time for the sake of everyone's happiness.

I haven't read the story and am not very familiar with it and its interpretations, but here's what I get from it: the train in the story delivers the souls to heaven of their corresponding religion. Campanella leaves to the heaven, and Giovanni is left alone. Tsuguha takes the place of Giovanni, and the other person is Campanella.

I find it interesting that Tsuguha seems to be working on the train. She doesn't just end up there accidentally, like Giovanni in the original story.

I wouldn't lie to you, I've been doing this job to see you.

I've seen a lot of people through. This piece of paper is indeed a ticket to happiness, it seems. However, I do not know where they are going. I don't even know where they are headed. I'm a little tired, Mogiri's work must be over. I'm tired, no one will know if I take a little rest, I'm sure.

(x) Mogiri (tips and rips off the ticket stub) refers to the act of tearing off the ticket stub at the entrance or reception desk of a theater, cinema, sports venue, etc.

"You're always here, but you've never been in, have you?" Come to think of it, yes. I'm sure I have. I've seen a lot of people off, but this is the first time I've been on one myself.

She has been working on the train that delivers souls to heaven, however she never took a ride herself. I'm not sure what to make out of it yet.

I think that Tsuguha might be unable to leave because her soul is not suited for heaven yet. Why exactly it is not suited should depend on Tsuguha's religion, but generally speaking souls get to the heaven when they become fully free of negativity in some way or another.

Self-sacrifice also plays a big part into becoming "deserving" of heaven.

Through the story, Campanella is said to be gentle with Giovanni, allowing Giovanni to rely on him in a way, and in the end his soul leaves to the heaven when he sacrifices his life to save another boy.

Having read about this at the house of Campanella, his only friend, Giovanni knows it is composed of stars, but is too timid to say so. When called upon, Campanella also does not answer, to save Giovanni from embarrassment.

Giovanni runs into his classmates, who mock him again. He sees Campanella in the group, and Campanella gives him sympathetic looks.

A child recounts the story behind Scorpio: a scorpion who preys on insects flees from a weasel and, after falling down a well, regrets not having sacrificed itself to feed the weasel, a good cause. It vowed to serve others in its next life, and its body burst into flames that still burn in the night sky.

As he passes the area from which his classmates set out earlier, he sees a crowd. They tell him that one of the boys fell from the boat into the river and that Campanella jumped in to save him. Giovanni speaks to Campanella's father, who says his son has been lost in the water too long to be saved.

Though Giovanni wanted to sacrifice himself for the happiness of others.

Giovanni says that they should travel together forever, and vows to follow Scorpio's example of bringing happiness to others.

You entrusted me with the vial around your neck. I understand. So that's my reigning karma. I wanted you to blame me anyway. If only you had worked harder! If only you had rested more! Like that. Still, I have no choice but to live.

Like Giovanni, Tsuguha doesn't get a chance to sacrifice herself for the person who she has been relying on.

I also want to note that Tsuguha copies the action that her victim does, but when it comes to her, it's like... done in an "earthly" way?

Her victim throws sand into the open space, causing it to shine like stars. Tsuguha though is left alone on the Earth, so she finds what seems most like night sky (sea), and attempts to throw sand into it the same way. But not only the sand doesn't shine, it gets carried away by the wind. She can't recreate the beautiful scenery that she has seen.

As I saw that day, as you did. I threw sand into the sea. The stars are carried away by the wind. Carried far, far away. Unlike that day, it was a little salty. The smell of the sea pierced my nose.

Which once again ties into the way her victim was "deserving" of heaven, and Tsuguha is not, she's still an ordinary human who has to continue to live on Earth. I find the emphasis on the sea interesting also because Campanella drowned in the original story.

I also want to mention a vocaloid song based on the Night on the Galactic Railroad, Campanella by sasakure.uk:

It's a story of delivering unreachable thoughts.

I'm not sure what happened to Tsuguha's victim but I'm sure it's an indirect murder. She blames herself for being unable to save the other person or sacrifice herself for their sake.

nice

#analysis #nogram #001

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imhereforscm · 9 months

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My headcanon on their asses:

Warnings: ass

Leon: His ass is small and delicate, but perky, so you've got stuff to smack.

Scorpio: HE MUST HAVE SUCH A FAT ASS OMG

Teorus: I imagine he's flat, but that's alright. You don't need to smack his ass, you can smack his face.

Dui: Is... Well, not too perky, but he's not flat. He's got acceptable job requirements.

Huedhaut: Looking at a certain picture of his... The curve of his ass is not too big. But I refuse to believe he doesn't have ass. Man's built like a truck. So maybe his ass is just droopy. You could offer to lend a hand picking it up.

Ichthys: THERE GOES ANOTHER ONE WITH A FAT ASS! OMG IT PROBABLY JIGGLES WHEN ZYGLAVIS IS CHASING HIM!

Karno: Small and perky, like Leon's. Aw, look at them, they're matching!

Zyglavis: It's not too big, but it's bigger than Leon's and Karno's. It's perky too. A perky medium, basically. Also, his ass is hard and idk if it's because he's always stiff even in his buttcheeks or it's natural. But don't worry, it's still sexy.

Aigonorus: Flat, but the spot is soft.

Krioff: BRO'S GOT A BIG ASS, AS BIG AS HIS TITS

Tauxolouve: Small and perky, joining Leon's and Karno's team.

Partheno: Medium size, like Zyglavis, BUT GOD. IT'S A PERFECT ORB. ALSO, YOU CAN TELL HIS ASSCHEEKS APART THROUGH HIS PANTS. IT'S NOT A SMOOTH SURFACE LIKE THE REST OF THEM. HIS BUTTCHEEKS ARE LOOKING DEEPLY INTO YOUR SOUL. TWO PLANETS COLLIDING.

Have a good rest of your day/night!💕

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Surprise!

Eight - Him

Letter 8 of the Surprise! Writing Game

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Words: 602

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive mentions, hints of spiciness

Corazón,

I won’t go AWOL, the promise of being able to hold you is far too great to give up for a cold cell in Leavenworth. There wouldn’t be a pretty girl wearing my shirt and carrying my baby sleeping next to me.

I won’t lie, I cried when I saw the ultrasound. Thank God she has her mother’s nose. Mia will be as pretty as her mama, I just know it. And then I’m going to have to get out my shotgun. It’s strange to think about those kinds of things, that I’m going to be a father but it’s amazing.

Your pictures. God, Bubbles, you know don’t what they do to me. Let me just say that you should have no insecurities where your changing body is concerned. You are beautiful, even more so than that night. I proudly showed off the one with your bump showing (but not the one in my t-shirt, that’s for my eyes only 😉 ) and the guys are saying that they can’t wait to see what the belly looks like when we get home.

I hope you don’t mind, but the guys have kind of adopted the idea of having a niece, our little Mia won’t be lacking for love or support. Although I feel like we will have to make sure that Ben doesn’t sneak her extra candy when she is older.

I am glad Mama brought you the shirts and that she is going with you to the appointments. I wish I could be there. I would hold your hand and cry with you.

This is real, corazón. I know that it has started crazy and that some would say that we are moving too fast but I don’t care. Some days the idea of you and Bean safe at home are what gets me out of the rack and eager to tackle another day. I think I might be in love with you too. Yes, I held up the letter to the sun. You can’t tease a man like that.

We’ve had some issues lately, tough days and I re-read your letters everyday and smile. When I get home, I want to kiss you and if you haven’t had our daughter yet, take you out for a real date. Foot and backrub included. Maybe I should look into one of those spa packages for you? Do you go get your toes done like Will’s fiancée?

I know that there are a lot of things for us to learn about one another, but I think it will be fun. Send me a list of questions you have and I’ll answer them. Although, now that I think about it, I’m sure my mama has probably told you every embarrassing story she can about me when I was growing up. Please, please tell me she didn’t pull out the photo albums with the bathtub pictures. (I was two, okay?)

There are also a couple of serious things that I want to talk to you about when I get home as well. Nothing bad, I promise. I just want to make sure Bean gets added to my dependents list so she can get Tri-Care and BAH. (You can also be added on, but we’ll talk about that in person.)

Okay, I better stop talking before I scare you away or make an ass of myself. Just know that i am thinking about you and Bean everyday and I am counting down the days until I get to see you again.

Love, Frankie.

P.S. I’m not crossing it out again this time. I love you, Bubbles.

Thank you @sturkillerbase for the tag!

Tagging @quica-quica-quica for the next part!

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lucaordeusorlem · 8 months

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Over Decoration Mayhem

This is a stupid little fic I wrote, sleep deprived and haven't written in years. It's for a contest, that got extended so I was like "meh fuck it lessgo" and decided to write this. I will nbow be sleep.

“Surprise??”, Teorus said sheepishly, staring at MC.

“S-? surprise? this.. is a surprise?” Mc, asked rather concerned as they looked at the state of the gods parlor. Across the room, the gods stood rather sheepishly (with the notable lack of Aigo). The mansion was in tatters, decorations strewn about, food everywhere, in their hair, on their clothes, the room was covered roof to floorboards in all things Christmas.

“What on earth happened!?” MC asked

“W-Well…”

*hours earlier*

“Since we’re busy on Christmas, I think we should try to celebrate Christmas early! With MC” Ichthys offered the idea to the group.

“Why would a god celebrate such a silly goldfish tradition that brings us nothing but more work?” Leon snarked.

“Well, because we want to see how goldies celebrate Christmas. We only see it from the reflection pool, I want to experience it, Leo!” Teo chimed in cheerfully. “I agree with Ikky!”

“It's easier said than done, Teo. Humans from all over the world celebrate Christmas in different ways.” huedhaut said matter of factly. “For example, in Japan, Christmas is a holiday for couples and they eat KFC chicken, but in Canada it's a holiday for families where they eat turkey. In North America they open presents on Christmas morning, after this ‘Santa’ character puts them under a tree-”

“Leave it to stupid humans to celebrate breaking and entering.” Scorpio grumbled walking into the parlor.

“Hey! Hey! Scorpy, don't you think we should celebrate Christmas with MC?” Ichthys sung.

“I think we should trash the entire holiday. It brings out nothing but the worst in humans and triples my work load.”

“I never thought there would be a day that I'd agree with Scorpio. Interesting.” Leon chuckled.

“As I was saying, how Christmas is different everywhere, places like Canada and the United Kingdom and the United States celebrate on Christmas day, but places like Mexico, celebrate from the 16th until Christmas Eve, called Las Posadas. Many countries all have their own traditions-”

“SO WHAT YOU’RE SAYING IS WE SHOULD CELEBRATE ALL CULTURES CHRISTMAS?!” Ichthys exclaimed turning to Teo

“No that's not at all wha-”

“AN AMAZING IDEA, HUEDHAUT! YOU’RE SO SMART” Teo beamed.

“Okay, since this is the plan, we need to figure out what cultures we are going to do.” Teo got a serious look on his face.

“Well, let's start with the more common one! Santa! We need a Santa”

“Wait wait! We need a chimney first for Santa to get through.”

“Smart, Teo, smart.” Ichthys snapped his fingers, transforming the cabinet into a working fireplace “Okay now for Santa…”

“Hello, what is everyone doing here?” Dui walked into the parlor- oh how unlucky of him. Ichthys and Teorus shared a look, the plan had been sealed.

“Dui! My man! My friend! My partner in crime!” Ichthys exclaimed walking towards him

“O-oh no… Ikky what did you do now?” Dui looked apprehensive

Ichthys threw his arm over his shoulder

“Relax, relax, I haven't done anything! All of us are setting up a Christmas party for MC!”

“Not all of us, just you two idiots.” Scorpio remarked

“Oh, that seems fun” Dui smiled

“You know, I'm so glad you said that. DUI! We are going to task you with the most important job. Can you handle it?” Ichthys put on an authoritative voice, mocking Zyglavis.

“Oh no… I feel like I've been pulled into something problematic…”

“Good observation.” Hue sighed

“You, Dui, will be the one, the only, SANTA CLAUS!” Ichthys exclaimed with jazz hands.

“Oh, you want me to dress up as Santa for MC? What does Santa do?” Dui took a breath of relief, he could handle such a task.

“In most cultures, Santa is a big man who travels the world in one night, delivering presents to all the good girls and boys.” Hue elaborated for Dui.

“Oh? Kind of like the wishes department. I wonder what happens to the boys and girls who misbehave? Do you think they have something similar to the department of Punishments?”

“Well, in a lot of cultures, they have an anti Claus, most commonly known as Krampus, which is believed to be linked to the Bavarian word for ‘Dead’ or 'Rotten’, or that of the German word ‘Claw’. Depending on the culture, Krampus is a creature who scares the children into behaving, but in others, Krampus physically punishes the children to remind them to behave.” Huedhaut masterfully explained (Not me actually enjoying researching stuff for my little fanfic)

“That kinda reminds me of Scorpy” Ikky laughed

“Keep it up and I’ll feed you to Krampus myself.” Scorpio snarled

“So it’s decided then! Dui will be Santa, and Scorpio will be Krampus!”

“OI! Problem child! Don’t go assuming I’ll be taking part in this period, let alone dressing up as some anti claus demon monster!” Scorpio protested, the familiar blush covering his face in anger.

“Okay, moving on-”

“-Don’t ignore me!”

“Now we need the christmas tree! Let’s get the biggest tree ever!”

“Don’t waste your breath, Scorpio, they’re lost in their own world now.” Huedhaut assured.

“I know they use Pine trees! Here we go!” Ichthys snapped his fingers, a pine tree appearing in the living room.

“Wait! I really like cherries, I think we should have a cherry tree too!” Dui snapped his fingers, appearing beside the pine tree was a cherry tree, with fully ripe fruit.

“Wow! Good idea, let's add our own twist to it as well! I like milk! Let’s have a milk tree!” Teo got excited and snapped his fingers, creating the abomination known as a milk tree.

“Christmas trees need decorations! Okay let’s see” One snap after the other, Ichthys was decorating his tree, following suit, Dui and Teo began to decorate their personal trees.

“I’m putting a pie ornament because cherry pie is yummy.”

“I’m putting a carton of milk ornament on because I love milk! I also put a mini ornament modeled after MC because I love them” Teo said cheerfully

“I put a bunch of toys all over mine, and christmas crackers, some with hidden tricks” Ichthys said, better steer clear of the tree.

“It’s starting to look kind of like Christmas here! Just need lights *snap* maybe some of the popcorn and cranberry things”

“Ooh! Ooh! Popcorn and cherry instead” Dui snapped his fingers

“Alright, now we just need a turkey dinner!” With a final snap of his fingers, Teo had set up a table with a wholesome family turkey dinner, as well as a table of refreshments.

“Okay, we’ve got the North American Christmas taken care of. Let’s do Japan’s!” Ichthys snapped his fingers, putting a massive bucket of fried chicken as the table’s centerpiece.

“Hue, what are some more Christmas cultures we can add?” Teo asked

“Well, in Sweden, they believe Santa rode a goat to deliver the presents, so it is a tradition to build a giant goat made out of straw.”

“We could steal one of Aigo’s goats instead, don’t you think that would be even more lucky?” Ichthys asked

“For the last time, they are heralds…” Said a sleepy voice, almost on cue, the remaining 6 gods, Zyglavis, Karno, Aigonorous, Partheno, Krioff and Tauxolouve entered the gods parlor.

“Aigo! Can we have one of your goa-”

“Can you bring one of your heralds to the party, Aigo?” Dui interrupted Ichthys,

“Party..? Do I have to?”

“No- we just need your goat!”

“Herald….” Aigo grumbled, half asleep, snapping his fingers, summoning his herald, before collapsing on the couch, resuming his slumber.

“Party huh? Seems we came to earth at the perfect time! How rare for all 12 of us to get together at the same time, I say it is a call for a celebration, don’t you agree Krioff?” Partheno smirked and looked around

“You know, a good celebration of the gods is never complete unless Huedhaut brings his wine, whaddya say, Huedhaut??” Partheno asked leisurely sliding over to the couch.

“I guess it is a rather rare occasion, I would be willing to part with some of my brews.”

“Wait! Don’t go taking over our party, this is a party for MC since we can’t spend actual Christmas with them!” Teo whined, pouting.

“That would explain all these decorations, although I’m not sure it would explain the cherry tree- or whatever that thing is…” Zyglavis chimed in

“It’s a milk tree! Get this Zyglavis! Dui is going to dress up as Santa, and Scorpio is going to dress up as Krampus” Ichthys said in a snickered voice.

“You are dressing up?” Zyglavis questioned

“NO! I AM NOT DRESSING UP AS KRAMPUS!” Scorpio yelled in frustration, “My bad I didn't mean to yell at you.”

“So this is all the problem child’s doing?”

“Lighten up Zyglavis, It’s the holiday season on earth and everyone just wants to have a good time, I think even you should sit back and relax, you always work so hard, you deserve a chance to relax” Karno stepped in encouraging Zyglavis to join in on the idea.

“Well, it’s not a bad idea, I can add some chocolate I got from France to the table” Zyglavis snapped his fingers, chocolate now added to the table.

“Maybe some ice cream….too?” Krioff finally spoke up and added ice cream to the table

“Hmmm I wouldn’t be opposed to some of t-those…” Scorpio snapped his finger bringing rabbit apples to the table.

One by one the gods snapped their fingers, filling the table with meatballs, milk, marshmallows, chocolates, wine, fruit, and so much more to their hearts desire until half the room was just a buffet of very NON christmas foods. They did however, choose to include Friend Sundried Emperor Moth Caterpillars, a dish eaten in South Africa during christmas time. As well as two italian desserts eaten at christmas, a raisin and candied fruit filled Panettone and a Pandora topped with icing sugar. A courtesy of Karno, who happens to have an interest in human culture.

“We need more, any other ideas guys? Before we call MC to the mansion?” Ichthys hummed

“Las Posadas, fireworks-”

“No fireworks inside the parlor.” Zyglavis immediately shut down Dui

“What about pinatas? For Las Posadas! We can fill them with MC’s favourite treats.” Tauxolouve chimed in.

“That’s actually a great idea, I can’t wait to see their excitement.” Dui smiled and snapped his fingers, creating a pinata in the shape of a snow globe.

“In the Philippines they have a lantern festival, with lanterns made of bamboo in the shape of stars, MC loves stars. We could add that as well.” Leon chimed in, for the first time with something of interest to say.

“Yes! Good idea Leo!” Teo snapped his fingers, creating an array of lanterns in all shapes and sizes across the already very full parlor.

“Yeah, good idea Leon.” Scorpio snarked, Leon responded only with a glare.

“Alright! I think that’s it! Dui! Scorpio! Transform!” Ichthys clapped his hands together, getting pumped.

“I refuse.” Scorpio said flat out. Dui had snapped his finger changing his outfit into the Santa outfit.

“Oh C’mon Scorpy it's for MC you don't want to make them upset do you?” Partheno chimed in with devilish grin

“Tch… Fine Scorpio was flustered, he snapped his fingers, effectively taking on the role of Krampus.

“YAY! NOW IT’S TIME TO CALL MC!” Teo and Ichthys said in unison.

“Alright I sent a telepathic message to them telling them to come! They should be here soon” Dui said

The gods were very proud of their handy work, hoping that at least one or more of the Christmas themes would be to their liking, although it was very above and beyond, in a very god-like fashion. The god’s chatted amongst themselves as they waited, already having sipped on some of Hue’s wine. Everything was perfect…. Until,

“Something is missing guys…” Dui tilted his head to the side looking at the tree, and Ichthys came to join him.

“Something is missing! I can’t quite put my finger on it but you’re right. Oh no! MC is gonna be here soon and something is missing.”

“In most cultures, the Christmas trees are adorned with a Christmas tree topper, some go with a star, others go with an angel.It’s the last piece added to a tree, and is usually placed by a chosen one. I believe you are missing the tree topper on your christmas tree, ichthys.”

“YOU’RE RIGHT! QUICK GUYS! WE NEED TO PUT THE TREE TOPPER ON THE TREE!”

“Hey since it’s a tradition, can I put it on the tree without powers?” Teo asked.

“Yeah that sounds like a lot of fun.” Dui snapped his fingers creating a star and he placed it on his tree, at the top. “The finishing touches.”

Teorus went to his tree and placed his star on top as well, although he struggled to make it stay on the leaking milk tree, he eventually got it. Ichthys was on his way, he snapped his fingers and created a star big enough to top his tree, and flew to the top of the tree.

“There we gooo…” Ichthys gingerly placed the tree topper at the top of the massive pine tree, although it struggled to stay up, after a few jostles he finally got it shoved deep enough in the pine to stay. “Everything is finally perfect!” Oh boy……if only he knew.

Ichthys jumped down from the top of the tree, happy with his surprise part for MC, when his jacket got caught in the tree (can you see where this is going?) Misfortune struck, the giant pine tree came tumbling down, narrowly missing the buffet tables and other trees and decorations…It was a god's level of luck… It was almost too lucky. Remember those Ichthys special cracklers? What a sight, what a fright, what an unfortunate time to have a prank blow up in your face….. Literally. Upon impact, the cracklers exploded sending streamers, confetti and fireworks across the parlor. They exploded with such force, it knocked over Dui’s cherry tree, right into the food! Everything was ruined. Except for the decorations, until Aigonorous’ herald got scared from the noise and started running around, tipping decorations, knocking over the tables. Everything was in shambled

“Ichthys…” Scorpio said in a low demonic voice “You’re going to meet Krampus”

“I’m sorry! THIS TOTALLY WASN’T MY PLAN!” Ichthys yelled, running from Scorpio. Scorpio angrily stalked towards Ichthys, slipping on potatoes and chocolate about, ready to lay it in to him, when he stepped on a crackler. The goods looked down as Scorpio slowly lifted his foot off.

“Phew nothing happe-” BAM the crackler exploded, all the food wreckage covered them from head to toe, nothing could be salvaged. At the very same time a knock came at the door, they all turned to look at MC, and the shock on their faces\.

“Surprise??”

The end

I wrote this from 6am to 9am basically idk why i saw the prompt thought it was cute and ran with it. If the ending is weird it's because I haven’t slept. This was purely self indulgent and probably stupid but hey my fanfic so I’m proud lol. I did some research to have fun with it and make it accurate. I am a geek and ended up enjoying the research part lol. Not proofreading. If it sucks, it sucks lol.

#star crossed myth #voltage #scm #scm leon #ichthys #leon #voltage inc #scm huedhaut #scm krioff #zyglavis #scm teorus #scm dui #scm partheno #scm tauxolouve #huedhaut #scm aigonorus #scm karno #scm scorpio

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