#day 5: camping/stargazing

[sam-3824]

Styleweek2024 Day 5: Stargazing

I tried to make their hair a bit different since I drew them more as children in this shot rather than highschoolers like I normally do.

I have no idea what I'm doing with lighting 😅

[the-passenger-if]

Hey, gang. How is it going? It’s been a while since I last posted, and although at first it was because I was working on my new projects, as of late it had to do with a medical emergency regarding my partner. I don’t usually talk about him (I think I’ve mentioned him once or twice on my personal blog) but we’ve been together for a long time and last December I thought I was going to lose him.

It shook me hard, gang. And it’s only now that I feel more or less ready to open up about it, and take care of my socials while at it. The thing is, everything that went down has left us a bit uncertain about the future. So much so, I’ve been contemplating creating a Patreon.

It’s still too soon to tell, but I guess I wanted to let you all know in case someone is interested.

I’ve also written down a snapshot of December-January. Call it group therapy.

Hope everyone is doing fine, for my part I’m feeling better. Lots of hugs!

It’s 3 AM when I wake up. In the dark, something huge plummets from the sky like the blade of a guillotine falling in slow motion. A plane, I’m sure of it (I’m always sure of it) and it’s coming down to crash on my two-room home.

I stay motionless in bed, staring at the dark, my heart about to burst out of my chest, and I wait...

And I wait…

But the plane sails away, the baritone screaming of the blade following behind.

I don’t leave my bed until I can’t hear it anymore.

Later on, I tell my parents and grandma about it at lunch. “I feel like something bad is going to happen.”

“Something like what?”

“Dumbest answer? A plane is going to crash down on my house. Less dumb answer, el Flako is going to have a car accident.” A blade made out of a car roof or door, slashing the air, slicing through the tender flesh of his neck. His head flying out of the cabin of his truck, or falling on the passenger seat.

I laugh because at 1 PM it sounds stupid and I can almost wipe out the awful image of his headless body from my mind. My aphantasia is nowhere to be found whenever I picture the most horrific deaths of the people I love.

My mom gives me a blister pack of my grandma’s anxiolytics. “Take a quarter whenever those thoughts appear.”

When el Flako comes from work I tell him I can’t wait for December to end. When he asks me why that is, I tell him it’s a shit month and that everything bad always happens in December.

I take a quarter of a pill whenever I feel like bad news are around the corner. I’m jumpy. Car honks make my skin itch all over, a kid scream makes my heart race. It’s worse at dawn. Planes keep playing chicken with me.

It’s December 24 and el Flako and I spend christmas eve camping in front of the Río Talabera. We drink pear cider and beers while stargazing. No planes follow me here. I didn’t take my anxiolytics with me.

We travel back home. My dad is sitting out when we arrive. A single look at his face tells me something is very wrong. He looks old.

“What happened?” I ask.

“The water tank fell through your roof.”

It fell on grandma, I’m sure of it. “Is everyone alright?”

“Yes.”

Then why do you look like it killed someone? I want to ask. Instead I push, “For real?”

“Yes.”

My muscles relax. Yeah, it sucks. It’s the third water tank that gets obliterated—the first one burned down before we could even install it, the second one flew off the roof in the storm of December 17, 2023. This one was full, and a faulty base couldn’t withstand one tonne of water. Death by fire, air, and water; this shit is really starting to look like the avatar of water tanks.

It’s fine I tell myself, nobody is hurt, it could’ve been so much worse. Sure, it broke a more or less small part of my very new roof, but I’m sure we can fix it.

Innerly, I let out a sigh of relief. This is it. This is why I’ve been fearing something falling down on me. Case closed.

December ends in a week from now.

My anxiety drops for exactly 5 days.

It’s 5 AM on December the 30th andI’ve just sat on the toilet when my phone starts ringing. It’s el Flako’s brother. “Don’t fret,” he begins, “[el Flako] passed out at work. Another trucker called an ambulance and is with him at the hospital. I’m about to go see him.”

“Could you pick me up first?” I ask. If he can’t, I’m taking an uber, but he can.

We spend the entire hour-long trip to the hospital assuring each other el Flako is fine; he never has breakfast before going to work, not even mate or mate cocido. It has to be that. We purposely avoid discussing what his coworker said about el Flako being unable to speak, or stand by himself. Or how he couldn’t follow the paramedic’s instructions while on the ambulance.

When we finally arrive, we zip through rows and rows of tired, scared looking people waiting for news of their own relatives in the Emergency wing.

“There he is,” says el Flako’s brother, and I spin my head around waiting to see my life partner. Instead I see a late thirties, early forties guy sitting on a metal chair. He is rubbing his eyes.

He is crying.

He is not crying.

He is crying because el Flako is dead.

He is a coworker, not even a close one.

He turns to see us approach, and my stomach drops. He looks like my dad before he told me the water tank had taken a piece of my roof with it.

He stands up.

I can’t feel my legs.

He is crying. His eyes are red.

I feel like I’m walking on stilts, or like all my joints have fused together.

“Hey,” he says. They give each other a dap, and when he tries the same with me, I go for a greeting kiss. I always accept daps, but there’s only one thing in my mind at the moment.

Is he dead? I want to ask. “Is he awake?” I ask instead.

“Yes,” he replies. I think I say something, I think I give thanks to something—the universe, god, the devil—I’m not sure. I’m not religious but I was born in a catholic country and that stuff is hard to shake off. “The doctor wants to talk to a relative.”

“I go,” I say, and el Flako’s brother gives me the go ahead. I’m not el Flako’s relative, I am his partner. Our anniversary is in 2 months: 17 years since I asked him to be my boyfriend. But we aren’t married. His brother doesn’t mind, though; he isn’t married to the mother of his children either and they’ve been together for almost 20 years.

The doctor tells me el Flako had a brain hemorrhage. He asks me if el Flako takes drugs. No, he doesn’t. Does he drink? We had some wine last night, I say. The doctor looks confused.

“How old is he?”

“34,” I reply, and, “What is the worst case scenario?” Because my anxiety is killing me, and I need to know there’s a roof to all of this, a limit, something. I’m drowning in the middle of the sea here.

“Worst case scenario, he slips into a coma,” the doctor tells me.

Not death, my mind takes a hold of that fact like it’s a rope ladder someone threw at me from a helicopter.

And maybe because the doctor realizes I haven’t understood the severity of the situation, he adds, “It’s a lot of blood pushing against his brain. It’s shifted his longitudinal fissure—the ‘crack’ of the brain between the two cerebral hemispheres.”

The doctor tell us “relatives” to go in and talk to him. El Flako is awake, and the moment I see him it feels like I can breath again after having my head underwater. He says he’s fine, but half of his body lacks strength, he’s speaking as if drunk, and so low I have to lean in really close to hear him. His brother tells him to stay calm and that everything is going to be OK before leaving.

“You were right,” my life partner mutters. “About your gut feeling. Something bad did happen.” We laugh. We kiss. Then he is crying.

El Flako is a sensitive guy, but I haven’t seen him cry since we were in our teens and would have dumb fights which culminated in both of us crying. He is doing it now in that silent, tears sliding-down-your-cheeks way. He is scared. I am too, but I hug him and kiss him over and over again. “You are here with me,” I tell him. “You are alive and being taken care off. They got you just in time, don’t fret.”

I have to go. I don’t want to go. I don’t feel like myself when we are apart. We were 17 when we met and started dating, the same span of time we’re about to celebrate in our next anniversary.

I sit in the waiting room feeling like a gutted fish, hollowed up inside, like a carcass, like half of my soul is locked away. It sounds so dramatic, and I’m never been particularly romantic, but I swear there isn’t another way to properly describe it. I’m half-empty.

That first night I return home at around midnight. My mom brings me food and checks on me. I haven’t cried the entire day. I don’t cry with her in the room, but I do cry in the shower, and I cry harder when I get into bed.

Why him? Why? He is one of the most good-natured people I know. He doesn’t deserve this.

But who does? Life doesn’t work that way.

I fall asleep, but I don’t dream.

On the next 3 days we learn El Flako has an arteriovenous malformation, and that it can be treated with a procedure called a brain embolization. It costs 20.000 dollars, and I’m already thinking about asking for donations on this blog, but I don’t need to; his obra social* takes care of it.

They transfer him to their sanatorium that same day. The ambulance trip is uneventful, and while they take him to the ICU, I stay down in the lobby to fill in forms.

He spends the next 10 days in that room before the medical supplies arrive, and he can’t be more done with the situation by this point: all of his roommates are comatose, two of them pass away of horrifying injuries while he’s placed in there, the urinary catheter hurts him, he can’t have his phone with him and obviously he can’t watch TV in there. They keep sedating him, so every day I visit someone that looks like my Flako but is maybe half of the person I know. He wants out. I want him out of there too.

His neurosurgeon asks to speak with a relative before the procedure and I’m half-way to the elevators when I look back at el Flako’s parents. “Go ahead,” his mom tells me. The surgeon is so young, and he says the procedure should go well, but there’s always the possibility of rupturing an artery and leaving el Flako in a worse state. He’s been getting better ever since; the strength in his muscles is coming back, and he doesn’t speak slurring his words anymore, although the slight stutter he’s always have has worsen. “Any more bleeding is bad news for him,” the neurosurgeon tells me, “But if we don’t do it, you can be sure his brain will bleed again.”

I sign the papers.

“You can talk to him before we bring him here.”

I do just that.

“It is what I want,” el Flako tells me. “I’m tired of being coop up here.”

“Aren’t you worried?”

“No.” He thinks about it. “Can it go wrong?”

I wonder if I should lie, but only for a second. “Always. It’s a medical procedure. But if you don’t do it, then it will definitely bleed, and we will be back where we started.”

“Yeah.” He grabs my hand and I give it a tight squeeze.

They take him away. I’m incomplete again. I take half a pill.

I fall asleep in the waiting room. I don’t dream. I haven’t since December the 30th. I think the part that handles my dreaming sticks to him.

Four hours later, at half past 10 PM they call us up. I am waiting outside the operating room alongside el Flako’s dad. The neurosurgeon, steps out and offers both of us his hand to shake. “It was a success,” he says and I feel like I need a wider face just so I can smile a bigger smile. Then to me, he adds, “Everything I say could go wrong, didn’t. He’s just waking up from being under.”

He opens the door and I catch a glimpse of el Flako and the people in charge of keeping him alive and well. A group of five women and men get at the feet of his bed. “One, two, three,” they say before pushing it out of the room. I lost count of how many Thank yous I shoot their way, and they beam at me as they accept them.

El Flako is still dazed, but he holds up a hand when his dad and I wave enthusiastically at him. He doesn’t put it down even as the orderlies roll him into an elevator.

He is discharged from the sanatorium 2 days later. We get married a day after our 17th anniversary.

I’m dreaming again and I only take anxiolytics whenever it starts to feel too much like the last five minutes of a Nightmare on Elm Street movie. I guess that stuff won’t get magically fixed, but we’re taking it one day at a time.

*I can’t find the English translation for “the agency in your job that takes care of your hospital bills”. In Argentina it’s Obra Social, and every month they take a part of your payment so they can pay for your medical bills (and your partner’s and children’s) should you need it down the road.

[frodosrings]

okay guys... the announcement is finally here...

join us for.....

☀️SAMFRO SUMMER☀️

myself and @silme-lorien present to you all the Samfro Summer 10 Day Event! From July 1st-10th, join us in creating writing, artwork, and any other creative endeavour for Samfro Summer! This 10 day event will have daily summer themes that we can all follow along with, and you can post your works with the hashtag #samfrosummer !! the daily themes are listed below :)

Day 1: Large Gatherings / Festivities examples/prompts:

county fair, carnival, summer festival, backyard parties, cultural celebrations, weddings, party time, meeting family

Day 2: Sun / Heat examples/prompts:

solstice, freckles, sunburn, tanned skin, sweat, blinding lights, searching for shade, sunrise/sunset, glowing, ethereal, wind/breeze 

Day 3: Nature / Wilderness  examples/prompts:

camping trip, hiking, bonfire, wildflowers, stargazing, shapes in the clouds, grass beneath your feet, mountains, wildlife, storms

Day 4: Rebirth, Regrowth, Rejuvenation examples/prompts:

finding yourself, family, change of seasons, trying something new/trying again, refreshing love, planting the seeds

Day 5: Snacks & Refreshments  examples/prompts:

lemonade stand, ice cream, picnic, barbeque, cooking together, picking berries, come over for a meal, farmers market

Day 6: Summer Pastimes  examples/prompts:

reading a book, lazy mornings, going for a walk, hammock, summer routines, boredom, domesticity, loving in secret

Day 7: Water / Beach examples/prompts:

beach day, swimming, tanning, in the sand, cooling off, lakes/rivers, cool bath, waterfalls, a quick dip, skipping stones

Day 8: Games & Creativity  examples/prompts:

board/card games, art, writing, muse, sports, sculpt, gifts, scrapbook, paint, teaching the rules, having fun, crafting, sewing

Day 9: Hard Work examples/prompts:

yard work, gardening, building something, rekindling, getting out of your comfort zone, chores/housework, making up

Day 10: Wildcard   examples/prompts:

it’s a wildcard!! create something for a summer prompt we haven’t covered OR go back and do a prompt you couldn’t get to / had more than one idea for :)

GET EXCITED!

Rules below:

DO:

from the daily themes, either pick one of the “example/prompts” (or combine a few) or choose your own related to the daily theme and create a work of writing/art/some other creative endeavour to share!

tag your works each day with #samfrosummer

support each other! reblog and share one another’s works/pieces!

tag nsfw/mature/triggering content properly, we want everyone to be included and we don’t want anyone to see things they are uncomfortable with

create some hype so we can get this event to as many people as possible! reblogs on this and/or @silme_lorien ‘s post is greatly appreciated!

use the same hashtag if you post your works on other sites so that we can keep them all together

take creative liberties! make works in canon universe, in different au’s or timelines, gender-swapped, anything you want! all we ask is that you stick with the daily summer related theme :)

send an ask to mine or @silme_lorien ‘s inbox if you have any questions!

let us know if you will be participating!

DON’T:

spread hate or ship discourse. don’t like? don't participate! easy

if you live in the southern hemisphere, i apologize and please ask that you still participate and just pretend it will be summer in july :P

[silme-lorien]

hi everyone, @frodosrings and I are so excited to announce our new event…

SAMFRO SUMMER!

This event will be running for TEN DAYS, July 1st-10th! Each day will have a theme to follow, and you can create fanfiction, fanart, or any other kind of creative project! In order to keep all these lovely works together, please use the hashtag #samfrosummer !

here are the themes!

Day 1: Large Gatherings / Festivities

examples/prompts:

county fair, carnival, summer festival, backyard parties, cultural celebrations, weddings, party time, meeting family

Day 2: Sun / Heat

examples/prompts:

solstice, freckles, sunburn, tanned skin, sweat, blinding lights, searching for shade, sunrise/sunset, glowing, ethereal, wind/breeze 

Day 3: Nature / Wilderness 

examples/prompts:

camping trip, hiking, bonfire, wildflowers, stargazing, shapes in the clouds, grass beneath your feet, mountains, wildlife, storms

Day 4: Rebirth, Regrowth, Rejuvenation

examples/prompts:

finding yourself, family, change of seasons, trying something new/trying again, refreshing love, planting the seeds

Day 5: Snacks & Refreshments 

examples/prompts:

lemonade stand, ice cream, picnic, barbeque, cooking together, picnic, picking berries, come over for a meal, farmers market

Day 6: Summer Pastimes 

examples/prompts:

reading a book, lazy mornings, going for a walk, hammock, summer routines, boredom, domesticity, loving in secret

Day 7: Water / Beach

examples/prompts:

beach day, swimming, tanning, in the sand, cooling off, lakes/rivers, cool bath, waterfalls, a quick dip, skipping stones

Day 8: Games & Creativity 

examples/prompts:

board/card games, art, writing, muse, sports, sculpt, gifts, scrapbook, paint, teaching the rules, having fun, crafting, sewing

Day 9: Hard Work

examples/prompts:

yard work, gardening, building something, rekindling, getting out of your comfort zone, chores/housework, making up

Day 10: Wildcard  

examples/prompts:

it’s a wildcard!! create something for a summer prompt we haven’t covered OR go back and do a prompt you couldn’t get to / had more than one idea for :)

here are the rules !!

-you can choose any of the examples below the main themes, or if you have a different idea for the theme you can absolutely do that! please just try to stick to the daily themes :)

-along those lines, please try to post works that are under a certain theme ON THAT DAY!

-again, if you're posting your work here, please use the hashtag #samfrosummer so that we can keep them together and easily accessible <3

-you can create works that are in universe, canon divergent, or in a completely different universe! be creative!!

-support other authors /artists participating in the event by reblogging and liking!

-NO discourse, hating, or any other unsavory activities of that nature

-properly tag any NSFW or triggering topics that may be present in your work :)

do you have any questions? please send an ask to either myself or @frodosrings <3

have fun!

[heechwe]

₊˚⊹⋆ HEECHWE 3K CELEBRATION .𖥔 ݁ ˖

First of all, I would like to thank every single person who has followed me since going from 2K to 3K, and in such a short time based on the numbers—it's unbelievable. Coming back last August felt really daunting as I was unfamiliar with all the new groups aside from Enhypen that immediately stole my heart, and I am still working day to day on my own imposter syndrome, need to compare myself and my works to others—long story short, it hasn't been easy. And now we're here and I'm so happy with the ideas I have and the friends I've made getting to this point. It's insane that we're here and only going up. I could not have been in this position without all of you who have taken a chance on me and my writing—the soft, the smut, the everything in between. And this may be so mushy to include BUT to my friends (just to tag a few)—@innocygnet @faeyun @bambiihee @ghstzzn @lovetaroandtaemin @frenchkisstheabyss @prkhaven @tinycatharsis @xomakara @okiedokrie-main @temptaetions @kwanisms and so many others I've loved reaching this part of my journey with—I would not be here without y'all. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much to everyone, and I hope I can continue to create stories you enjoy ♥︎.

Now, onto the celebratory part of this celebration...

I am opening my inbox to HARD THOUGHTS for all the groups I write for—Enhypen, Seventeen, Stray Kids, Ateez, and TXT! Outside of the topics I do not write for (please see my guidelines for more information on that), anything is on the table! I have provided some ideas below from two lists I will link under the cut, and you can request more than one prompt. Even if someone does a suggested prompt before you, you can still request it for a different idol! Requests should be formatted like this: (member) + (hard thoughts). Ideally, I would love you to repost this to spread the word for the event, but it's not required.

The suggested thought prompts are down below!

Both prompt lists (not mandatory just some ideas!) are originally from @prompt-heaven ♥︎

1) classic only one bed, then oh no we’re cuddling in our sleep that then evolves into sex

2) hate fucking

3) friends with benefits 

4) first time

5) phone sex

6) public sex

7) possessive sex

8) sex outdoors

9) gangbang

10) casual threesome between pals

11) cockwarming after a long day in order to calm down together

12) sex pollen

13) high on adrenaline kind of sex

14) make up sex

15) break up sex

16) inexperienced person gets a little “lesson”

17) reunion sex

18) complicated sex with an ex

19) angry sex in the middle of a fight

20) gentle comforting sex

21) overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex 

22) crying crying during sex that leads to a pause or early end to comfort and take care of whatever emotions bubbled over 

23) depression sex in order to feel something good for once

24) messy drunk sex that is then forgotten the morning after

25) filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstars

26) mutual masturbation

27) spying on/walking in on their partner touching themself 

28) sex in exchange for a favour

29) car sex

30) quiet airplane bathroom sex

31) touching the other while at the movies

32) sex while there is the background noise of a rainstorm outside

33) being snowed in together and fucking in front of the fireplace 

34) pool/hot tub sex

35) stargazing that turns into sex

36) the classic “oh, let me help you put some sunscreen on” but then the little massage turns into something more

37) sex while camping

38) fucking in the bar bathroom and being too drunk to care about being quiet 

39) when the teasing in the dressing room gets a little too hot

40) shower/bath sex

I look forward to seeing you guys in my inbox! Again, thank you so much. Here's to another thousand! ♥︎

[spstyleweek]

Guidelines // NSFW Prompts // Pinned Post

Style Week 2024 is a ship week celebrating South Park's very own Super Best Friends from November 3rd - 9th. Each day has 2 prompts to choose from, where you can draw, write, craft, edit, make a playlist, etc! Descriptions of the prompts are listed below for inspiration, but feel free to interpret them in your own way.

SFW PROMPTS

DAY 1: Nostalgia, Soulmates

DAY 2: Fandom Crossover/Cosplay — Personality/Body Swap

DAY 3: Apocalypse, Mythology

DAY 4: Band, Favorite Style Alter Ego

DAY 5: Fashion, Camping

DAY 6: Free Day

DAY 7: Marriage/Wedding, Fankids

Further explanation and suggestions for themes are listed below.

♡ DAY 1 ♡

Nostalgia: Childhood memories; before they were together; their first meeting, date, kiss, etc.

Soulmates: AUs! Soul marks, writing that appears on their skin from each other, seeing color for the first time when they meet!

♡ DAY 2 ♡

Fandom Crossover/Cosplay: Animal Crossing, Evangelion, Pokémon, whatever other fandoms you enjoy!

Personality/Body Swap: Stan and Kyle swap personalities, or bodies, or both!

♡ DAY 3 ♡

Apocalypse: Alien invasion, nuclear fallout, zombies, etc.

Mythology: Angels, demons, Gods, demigods, nymphs, vampires, werewolves, famous myths, etc.

♡ DAY 4 ♡

Band: Crimson Dawn, Fingerbang, Moop, or your own AU! 

Favorite Style Alter Ego: Favorite outfit of theirs: Stan Marshwalker/Elf King Kyle, Toolshed/Human Kite, World of Warcraft Style, etc.! Feel free to mix and match.

♡ DAY 5 ♡

Fashion: Y2K, grunge, historical fashion, etc.

Camping: Style ventures into the woods (or just their backyard!). Stargazing, roasting marshmallows, scary stories!

♡ DAY 6 ♡

Free Day: Anything! If you wanted to do something that wasn’t mentioned, feel free to make this day your own!

♡ DAY 7 ♡

Marriage/Wedding: Getting engaged, elopement, wedding party (big or small), their first dance, cake eating, etc.

Fankids: Original characters or Post Covid kids!

[snowxstormworld]

Jonerys Summer Lovin '24

You asked, SnowxStormWorld answered! We’re thrilled to bring you a week of steamy, sexy, positively sinful Jonerys content for Jonerys Summer Lovin '24!

From June 17th to June 21st, we’ll reblog your edits, gif sets, fanart, moodboards, and fanfiction and list them in our AO3 collection. We want it all!

The prompts are below, but we love creativity, so feel free to spice it up with your own interpretations!     

Day 1 (6/17) ☀️ Turn up the Heat: summer storm/stuck inside/too damn hot.

Day 2 (6/18) 🏕️ Pack Your Bags: road trips/cruises/camping.

Day 3 (6/19) 🎆 Sizzling Summer Nights: bonfires/stargazing/fireworks/skinny dipping.

Day 4 (6/20) 🍦 Fun in the Sun: swimming/beach/picnics/ice cream.

Day 5 (6/21) 🍉 Summer Staples/Free Choice: sundresses/shorts/bikinis/sunglasses/sunburns.

To join us, post your content to your own Tumblr blog and/or to AO3, mention @snowxstormworld, tag #JonerysSummerLovin2024 and #SnowxStormWorld and we’ll reblog your work!

Rules:

The main pairing must be Jonerys (Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen. Also, please no explicit scenes of Jon or Dany with other characters).

Prompt mixing is fine - just let us know which prompt you’re featuring on the day you’re posting.

If life kicks you in the shins, go ahead and post on whatever day you can. As long as you mention and tag us, we’ll find and reblog your stuff!

ALL IN THE FANDOM ARE WELCOME. Our main goal is nurturing fandom content. As long as your work follows the above rules and you keep things positive, you are welcome!

Feel free to reach out with questions, we love hearing from you! Or DM us (@jupiterix @libradoodle1 @jellybeanficwriter)

[tj-dragonblade]

[FLUFFBRUARY FIC] Love, Rain Down on Me

Rated: M Word Count: 2272 Tags: Fluffbruary, Fluffbruary 2024, fluff, human AU, writer!Dream, professor!Hob, stargazing, care packages, acts of service, kisses in the rain, realizations, confessions, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus loves Hob Gadling, Hob Gadling loves Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, 5+1 fic

Notes: Final entry for Fluffbruary 2024; turns out I wasn't done with this Umbrella Boys AU just yet. Shoutout to @academicblorbo for asking about Dream's pov and suggesting the first 'I love you' as an idea; my brain said 'Oh yes' 1489-Hob-style and while this is not exactly what I first envisioned, I'm still happy with where we ended up.

Fluffbruary Prompts: Day 25: fox twilight sweat Day 26: fluff woolly care package Day 27: table blush laundry Day 28: reward shelter piano Day 29: breakfast valley sign alt prompts: wish hot solid

Summary: 5 times those Three Little Words go unspoken, and one time they do not

On AO3

1. The first time Dream realizes it, Hob has taken him to the astronomy department at the college, after hours, to look at the stars. "Gale lent me the key," Hob had laughed when Dream expressed trepidation about breaking into Hob's place of work. "I'm allowed to come moon over the stars sometimes, and I'm allowed to bring you with me if I want."

So they are taking turns looking through the telescope, peering into the perpetual twilight of the heavens and marveling at the beauty that cannot be properly seen with the naked eye nor from within the light-polluted aura of the city. Hob laughs when Dream observes as much. "Maybe come end of summer we'll take a drive out of the city, camp out for a night in the countryside and do some real stargazing. Sound good?"

And Dream looks at him, this beautiful man squinting up at the skies through his colleague's telescope, the way his hair falls around his face, the scruff of his three-week-old beard and the elegant line of his nose, this beautiful man who offers anything he thinks Dream might like as if it's nothing. Hob has shared with him the woes of past breakups, the consensus that he is too intense, moves too fast, is too much to put up with, and he has admonished Dream to please please tell him if he ever oversteps or pushes too hard, too far because he is trying to do better, but all Dream can think in this moment is how warm he feels in Hob's affections, how priveleged to receive his time and attention.

I love this man, he realizes, like camellias blossoming beneath his ribs, like the sun breaking over the horizon.

"Dream?" Hob is looking at him now instead of the stars, eyebrows raised, mouth curved in a patiently-amused smile.

"That. Would be lovely," Dream answers at last, smiling warmly back at Hob, and cradles his newfound revelation close in the hollow of his chest.

2. The second time, Hob is away at a conference and Dream has emerged from a morning of fitful writing to discover a neatly-wrapped package delivered for him, tied with a ruby red bow. His sister has brought it up and left it by his door rather than interrupting his writing time, as they've agreed. Upon opening it, he finds a letter from Hob atop an airtight plastic container.

Hey Dream, reads the letter, just wanted to say that I'll miss you while I'm gone and can't wait to lavish you with sweet kisses when I get back. Meantime, I made you some of those lavender-rosemary-lemon biscuits you love and here's my shirt you can sleep with if you want. Enjoy ~♥

Delighted by the package and the letter and the biscuits, and the intent behind them, Dream lifts the container out of the box; beneath it, there is a compact umbrella nestled in what turns out to be one of Hob's favorite t-shirts, worn just enough to smell like him. Dream presses it to his face and inhales, absurdly touched, and smiles as he picks up the umbrella.

Of course Hob has sent him an umbrella; that is their 'thing', that is how they met, and he is also terrible at remembering to bring one with him. Tied to the handle he finds a piece of card stock about the size of his palm, with a drawing penciled on one side. It's a rough cartoon figure that is recognizably Hob, smiling brightly and holding a sunny yellow cocktail umbrella that has been carefully attached through the card so that Hob's penciled hand appears to grasp the toothpick handle. Don't forget! says his speech bubble, and Dream feels tears pricking at the corner of his eyes as his smile grows too wide for his face to contain.

I love you, Hob Gadling, he thinks, both hands wrapped around the umbrella, and presses his lips gently to cartoon-Hob's precious happy little face.

3. "You did not have to do my washing, Hob," Dream protests, somewhat futilely as the deed is already done, dried, and being folded. "I am a grown man, capable of doing my own laundry." Never mind that his clothes had been accumulating in Hob's flat all week while he worked through additional revisions to The Seeds of Fate; Hob's space was conducive to this particular story, he found, and Hob was generous in allowing him to hole up here during the day while Hob was at work and on into the evenings when he returned, overnight when Dream wished it.

Hob shrugs. "They were here, I had a load of darks, they fit. Don't worry, my washing powder's the allergy-free stuff and I checked your tags for temps and such. Which reminds me." He sets the black jeans he just folded aside, takes up a pair of his own. "Your fancy lace shirt's hanging in the shower; hand washed it in cold just like it said and put it up to drip-dry."

Dream is keenly struck by the soft warmth of Hob choosing to do mundane everyday chores for him, taking care with his things, simply because he wants to and he can. It is not new, by any means; Hob has engaged in little acts of service the whole of the time Dream has been acquainted with him, from the very moment he first offered shared use of his umbrella to Dream. The domesticity of this moment settles something deep within him, something that sings of home and happiness and contentment.

"Hob Gadling, you are a chivalrous and wonderful man," he says, when what he means is I love you. "Truly, you make my life so much easier." He comes close, presses a kiss to Hob's cheek.

Hob just smiles, soft and warm and pleased, and continues folding his laundry. "You're welcome, duck. My pleasure."

4. "Here, take ours," Hob says, handing his umbrella to the woman with the toddler at the bus stop as the skies open up.

"Oh I couldn't!" Her eyes dart from the umbrella (which Hob is of course holding over her and her child) to Dream and back to Hob. "That's very kind, but then you'll get soaked!"

"We're not far," Hob assures, pressing the umbrella into her hand. "I insist. We'll be fine."

"Well…if you're quite certain?" She clutches it gratefully.

"Of course. Take care." Hob offers a friendly smile, the kind that makes his nose scrunch up adorably, and they turn to leave.

"Thank you!" the woman calls after them.

Dream finds that he doesn't mind the rain, is not inclined to run for shelter, not with Hob beside him, not when their getting soaked is because Hob does not hesitate to offer kindness to strangers. It gives him a warm glow inside, to know that he loves a man who works to put kindness out into the world, to brighten the days of those around him when he can. Damp clothes and wet hair are a small price to pay, and the summer rain is not so cold.

Halfway to Hob's flat, Dream steps around in front of him and drapes his arms behind Hob's neck. "That was a very kind thing you did," he murmurs, stepping backwards, drawing Hob with him so they do not stop moving onward. It is very much like a slow sort of dance down the street, and Hob's arms wrapping about his waist only heighten that impression.

"Yeah?" Hob shrugs, smiling. "She needed it." Like it is truly that simple.

To Hob, it is.

Dream kisses him, pressing close while the rain falls upon them. "Not many would give up their own comfort for a stranger." His lips brush Hob's with the words and then Hob is drawing him back in, warm, hungry. Dream fancies he can taste the rain, between them.

"Not a hardship, not when I've got you to keep me company," Hob finally says, nipping softly at his lips, water dripping steadily from a loose lock of hair.

"Such things you say." Dream is intoxicated with the moment, the atmosphere, the swelling of feeling he holds for this man and the tender warmth in Hob's eyes gazing back at him while the skies wash the world around them in soft hazy grey.

I love you, he thinks, kissing Hob again, pulling him close in the falling rain, I love you, I love you, I LOVE you—

5. He thinks it next when he is tangled with Hob in his bed, breathless and sweating and coming apart in Hob's practiced hands, when every time Hob moves within him he is crying out, starlight bursting behind his eyes.

He thinks it as Hob shivers to a halt, pulsing hot inside him, trembling in his arms.

He thinks it laying in Hob's embrace after, Hob's chest solid and warm beneath his ear, rising gently with each of Hob's sleeping breaths. I love you, I love you, I love you, he whispers in his head, in time with the steady beat of Hob's heart, and lets himself drift to sleep, content.

One day, one day when the moment is right, he will say it aloud; until then, he hoards it like a precious secret safe in his heart.

+1 Dream wakes on Sunday with a groan, protesting the sunbeams that have found his face; they had not closed Hob's bedroom curtains last night and he is paying the price for this oversight now.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," Hob says, leaning on one elbow beside Dream with his head propped in his hand. He is supremely unbothered by the brightness, leading Dream to surmise he awoke some time ago.

"You are watching me sleep, now? You will not convince me that it is entertaining." He blinks once, twice, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

"Entertaining is not the word, no, but I do enjoy it. You're so pretty when you're asleep, soft and relaxed and at peace. I love that I get to see it." Hob smiles, reaches to trace a fingertip down his cheekbone. "Was trying to decide what to make you for breakfast, actually."

Dream squirms onto his back, throws an arm over his eyes, stretches his toes. "You need not make such effort—" He cuts himself off with a jaw-cracking yawn.

"You're worth it, though," Hob says easily, and Dream rolls his head to the side, meets Hob's eyes again. The sun is striking them exactly right, illuminating the depths of the brown to amber, honey.

He is so beautiful.

"Very well." Dream smiles, indulgent, lazy. "What will you be offering to please my discerning palette?"

"Fry you up an egg and a couple slices of bread? Tomato too, if you want. Blueberry jam for your toast and your sweet tooth. And if you're hungry enough, a nice hot juicy sausage?" He waggles his eyebrows.

Dream arches one of his own in return, and Hob grins. "Yeah alright, that's for later. But I will cook you actual sausage too if you like."

"I will take actual sausage with breakfast, yes, and 'sausage' when I am awake enough to enjoy it." He swings himself out of Hob's bed and makes his way to the toilet, the warm sound of Hob's laughter following him.

By the time he wanders into the kitchen, having donned his pants and a t-shirt of Hob's, bare feet and bare legs and bare arms because he's comfortable and because he knows Hob likes it, Hob has sausages and tomatoes frying in one pan with eggs and bread in another. He's tied an apron over his bare chest and joggers, captured most of his hair in an elastic band, is whistling cheerfully over the stovetop with a spatula in hand. The kettle is going, and Dream retrieves two mugs from the cupboard.

He preps Hob's tea once it's steeped, a quarter the milk and sugar that he puts in his own, and offers it to Hob to taste once he's finished plating their breakfast.

"Perfect," Hob pronounces, handing it back and picking up the plates to carry to the table. "Why's it always taste best when you make it?"

"I infuse it with my charming personality," Dream quips, deadpan, and Hob huffs a laugh.

"God, I love you," he says, his smile still broad, bright enough to rival the morning sun outside the kitchen window; and then he stills.

Dream, too, has gone still; Hob has never said those words to him before, and it sets something joyful and effervescent singing through his veins.

Hob loves him.

Hob loves him.

But Hob is shrinking in on himself, just a little, as if he could hide behind the plates in his hands and the apron he wears—every inch the man who fears (too much too fast I always come on too strong) the consequence of words he had not intended to speak aloud. Dream will be sad about this later, that he has failed somehow to make clear to Hob beyond the shadow of any doubt how welcome his affections are, how endearing his intensity, and he will vow to do better; but now, in the moment, with his heart soaring, the solution is simple, so simple, as easy as breathing.

He has never said the words aloud either, but they are as familiar to him as the beating of his own heart and they are spoken with as little effort.

"And I love you, Hob Gadling." He leans over the corner of the table, kisses Hob soft and sweet on his blossoming smile. "Now, where is my blueberry jam?"

= Started: 2/26/24 Drafted: 2/29/24 Posted: 2/29/24

The lavender-rosemary-lemon cookies were first written by @softest-punk and then brought to life by @carnelianmeluha; you can find the original fic and the recipe via this link One day I will brave my utter dearth of kitchen skill and make these myself. One day.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Cute moments together

Batman: One of his favorite moments with you was when you were watching a movie together. You were both cuddling and he had his arm around him. He leaned in to kiss you on the cheek and you happened to turn your head towards him and you ended up kissing on the lips. It was a sweet, tender moment that he will never forget.

Superman: A cute moment he enjoys remembering with you was during a camping trip you took when you first started dating. You had set up your tent in the middle of nowhere and stargazed together. It was a really special moment, just enjoying each other's company and soaking in the beauty of nature.

Aquaman: It was a rainy Sunday afternoon. You had just finished a lovely lunch and decided to head back to the cottage for a little afternoon nap. You walked hand-in-hand through a forest path and stopped at a clearing overlooking the sea. You both laid down beneath a tree and kissed in the rain, your hearts racing as you savored the moment together.

Wonder Woman: One time you and her were sitting together and she was playing with your hair. She was twirling it around her fingers and gently brushing it over your face. You looked really relaxed and comfortable and you had closed your eyes and were just so peaceful. There was this moment where you both looked at each other and just smiled and everything just felt perfect.

Shazam: One of his fondest and cutest moments with you is when you both were sitting outside under the stars, enjoying each other's company as you stared into each other's eyes. The stars were sparkling and the breeze was gentle, creating a truly magical atmosphere. In his heart, he was so happy to be spending time with the love of his life and to have someone with whom he felt deeply connected. That moment remains so special to him, and he never wants to forget the way your eyes glistened in the moonlight.

Flash: One of the cutest moments he remembers is your first date. It was a beautiful sunny day and you went out for lunch at a cute little café. You talked for hours and hours and got to know each other on a deeper level. As you were walking back to your cars, you both stopped to admire the scenery. He put his arm around you and kissed you on the forehead.

Nightwing: The cutest moment he remembers of you and him is when you both were lying in bed late at night, just talking. He looked over at you and said, "I just want to tell you that this is the best moment of my life." He loved the way you beamed with pure happiness and gave him a big kiss on the lips.

Red Hood: One of the sweetest moments he remembers with you is when you went on an overnight trip together. He was driving in the car, and you were both tired and cranky. But then you turned to him and said, "I love you." And in that moment, everything just felt so right. And from that moment on, everything just felt so much better. It made him realize that no matter what happens, he'll always have you by his side.

Red Robin: He remembers when you had just started dating and he stayed over at your apartment for the first time. You both had a really long day and got back at around midnight, and you were both so tired neither of you could barely keep your eyes open, but he still wanted to stay up another 5 minutes to make out before falling asleep. You were both so tired that you literally ended up just nuzzling each other's necks and falling asleep like that.

Robin: One of his favorite memories with you is dancing in the pouring rain together. You got caught in a surprise downpour while out for dinner and when you both realized that the rain wasn't going to stop any time soon. So, without waiting for a second thought, he took your hand and started dancing through the raindrops. It was so refreshing and romantic, and even though your clothes got soaked, it was an unforgettable moment.

Batgirl: One of her favorites is when you were on a date and she made you a little origami heart that said "I love you." It was so thoughtful and sweet. Another time, she surprised you with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and chocolate on your birthday.

Superboy: One that always makes him blush is from last Valentine's Day. He had made a romantic dinner reservation at this French restaurant for you both, but there was an awful snowstorm outside and everything was shut down. So you made the dinner yourselves and had the most romantic night in with just the two of you. It didn't get any more romantic than that.

[astragreenwoode]

Made my own AU/Reboot of the Smiling Critters franchise because they deserve to be happy.

Chapter 3 was AMAZING, guys! Mob Games delivered us with the lore we were all asking for and deserved.

Also, I got my CatNap plush I pre-ordered back in December as a birthday gift to myself! I love him! I'll definitely be ordering DogDay once I secure another job for myself.

So, I was thinking about all the shows I used to love as a kid; Care Bears, My Little Pony, Blues Clues, etc. I realized the whole appeal of the Smiling Critters was that it reminded us of being carefree kids. And I think that's why I find the atmosphere of Poppy Playtime so comforting despite the history of violent experiments. The entrance to the factory, the game station, even playcare feel like a childhood liminal space that makes me feel safe and like I'm a kid again.

The Poppy Playtime Fandom seems to have latched onto them and created their own sub-fandom like FNAF did with Sun and Moon. I don't know what it is about sun and moon themed characters, but I am here for it!

Anyways, I'll eventually be posting the other critters. I'm working on Bobby Bearhug and CraftyCorn for the next installment. My handwriting might be a bit hard to read, so the typed-up version of all my headcanons down below the cut.

CATNAP

• Throws THE BEST Slumber Parties

• Night Owl

• Stays up until 5 AM and wakes up at noon.

• Eternally Eepy (Narcoleptic AF)

• Everything he owns is some shade of purple and yellow

• Always wears pajamas

• Never leaves home without a blanket and pillow

• LOVES Astronomy and Stargazing

• Down to go camping at anytime

• Torn ear from fight with his siblings

• Best Bedtime Storyteller

• Has a library room

• Ends his days with hot tea and reading by the fire

DOGDAY

• Almost always covered in dirt

• Morning Person/Early Bird

• ADHD Kid

• Loves to Explore

• Therapy Dog Energy

• Always there to cheer up his friends

• Repetitive exercising and fidgeting to self-soothe

• Chris Traeger Vibes

• Owns every sports ball and exercise equipment ever made

• Fitness Guru

• Party Animal

• The one at slumber parties who wants to stay up all night. Passes out 5 minutes after bedtime

I hope you like my work and please let me know what you think, as I really appreciate it and use it as motivation. Be sure to follow me and come back for me, please!

Stay wild, free and safe, my dears!

-Astra

[silverryu25]

day 5; constellation of stars

“Have you forgotten how it all ended last time?”

;3 💖💖💖💖

Ohhhh yes~ >:3

Some nice star time for our favourite skele. Hope you enjoy it Kiran!! X3

DAY 5 - Constellation or stars + “Have you forgotten how it all ended last time?”

Tags: suggestive ending

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Stars, the one thing that had always drawn him like a moth to a flame.

A big part of his life was spent daydreaming about the possibility of ever even catching a glimpse of the real stars as he played around with the star-like gems in the caves of Waterfall. The gems were beautiful in their own way, but they couldn’t even be called a pale imitation of the real thing. The first time he saw the night sky as the sun set right after they finally stepped on the surface he felt his soul leap in pure wonder.

It was a sight he never could have imagine.

A sight that he never believed he would live to see.

Yet there he was, eyelights gazing at an endless expanse of the Milky Way. Millions upon billions of stars sparkling so much more beautifully then any Waterfall gem ever could.

It was a sight that he would never forget.

It was the second brightest day in his life. The first one being the moment Papyrus was born.

He thought it would remain that way forever, that nothing could ever outshine the beauty and magnificence of the uncountable constellations and stars his very soul sang to him about in his dreams.

Yet, somehow, he was wrong.

Because here he was, sitting below the clear night sky. No clouds, moon or city lights to obscure the majesty of everything the naked eye could see for millions and billions miles in every direcion he turned. But instead of feeling his soul pound in joy and excitement at the vastness above him, his gaze was transfixed besides him. 

At a fellow skeleton monster that somehow took up presence inside his whole soul.

Sans’ white eyelights shone with a soft glow as his soul beat faster every time Red’s eyelights sparkled as he identified another constellation.

They had planned this trip for months, ever since Red’s people came to the surface. They had a hard time integrating in the peaceful world that awaited them outside of their underground so they needed a lot of help.

It was unanimously decided by the two monster kings that every monster would live with their counterpart until they found their footing and could start life on their own. But somehow, instead of leaving when he got a good and stable job, Red stayed with Sans and slowly, their relationship deepend.

It took a long time for them to actually confess to each other. A drunken pun fight led to something more and ended up with them confessing before their brains really caught up with what they were even saying. After that, well let’s just say things turned steamy and puns went down south real fast~.

It’s been months since then. They were both busy with work and helping out with ambassador activities that their brothers organized for both Frisks. Finally, after months of planning and postponing, they got away together for a fun stargazing camping trip. A perfect combination of a shared love of stars and lazing around doing nothing.

But instead of looking at the stars, Sans’ gaze was glued to Red.

He just couldn’t stop marveling at how lucky he got. How life actually gave him something to love this deeply and freely. It was so atypical of him, so out of character that even he was shocked when he first realized what Red actually meant to him. But slowly, he came to accept those feelings and even shared them with Red little by little.

It was a bonus that any mention of love made Red turn his namesake. It was honestly too adorable and fun to tease Red every time he could.

He was so lost in thoughts that he missed something Red told him.

“hmmm?” Sans blinked his eyelights as he tried to focus on here and now.

“wha’s wron’ sweetheart?” Red flashed a smirk his way. “head full’a stars?”

“*snort*, there’s only one star bright enough for me, red.” Sans purred as his half-lidded gaze stared back at Red. Sans’ smile spread even wider as a soft crimson blush spread over Red’s cheekbones.

“stars dammit! dat was so corny! one star!” Red turned away to hide his obvious blush, as if that was possible in the dark while they were so close.

“aw, don’t be like that red. i’m staring to think you don’t love me anymore.”

“hardy har har. yer just pullin’ on my starstrings an’ ya know it.”

“what can i do, you are the star of my show.”

With a groan Red just turned back and deadpanned at Sans, making him chuckle. Red was the best.

Before Red could snark back anymore Sans leaned forward and kissed him. Their magic sparked as their tongues intertwined, the heat of their breaths a stark contrast with cool night air. They continued kissing until they both ran our of breath, leaning their foreheads together as they stared at each others eyelights. Bright white and red stars of their own.

“ya better stop dere sweetheart if ya don’ wan’ me ta jump yer bones.”

“heh, who says i don’t want you to?”

“but…” Red’ eyelights darted to the side, almost like he wanted to look around for something or someone. “hav’ ya forgo’en how it all end’d last time?”

“...” Sans lazily smiled and gave Red a chaste kiss on the teeth. “i’m not that easily startled out of trying again. are you?”

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The end UwU

Hope you like the value ending XD

If you’re wondering what happened last time they tired having some fun time in an open space… well it was a bit of an embarrassing mess ;P

Will they have more luck this time…………… I’ll let you guess >:3c

[mybrainismelted]

First Line Analysis!

I was tagged by @energievie and @bawlbrayker for this one - looks like fun!

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions.

“Pick up the pace!” Ian called out to the stragglers at the back of the pack. “Nobody gets breakfast until everyone finishes!” from Camp is a Battlefield

Life on the run was exhilarating. from On the Run

3. “Fuckin’ disgusting,” Mickey grumbled again, scrubbing at his face with the sleeve of his shirt. from Had a shitty day, man

4. “Were there ever fish in that thing?” Mickey asked one night as he and Ian lounged on the living room sofa at the Gallagher house. from Fish are friends

5. “Katie! Slow down and stay where I can see you!” Mickey barked, cursing his sister for talking him into this. from Katie

6. They weren’t really supposed to be up here.  from On the roof

7. It was a stupidly hot summer in Chicago. from Summer Heat

8. The Gallagher clan was one that should not have existed. from Battlefield Chicago

9. It had been a long day between both of them having to work, Mickey still stressing about the wedding, and whatever drama Lip had going on with Tami again. from White Stargazer Lilies

10. The party was really kinda lame. from Flights of Fancy Well... I really thought this was going to show that I usually start with a line of dialogue, but I guess I don't do that as often as I thought! So... a mix though of starting with a line of dialogue and a short descriptive sentence, I guess? Maybe I don't have a pattern. lol tagging some people to try it out! @roryonic, @callivich, @blue-disco-lights, @sgtmickeyslaughter, @crossmydna,

@celestialmickey @ms-moonlight-inn @notherenewjersey @gallavichgeek @silvanshadow

@darlingian @mmmichyyy @sam-loves-seb

[bluesylveon2]

And At Last I See the Light

This is my entry for the @merotwst and @cvlutos' contest. Also, I heard that it was your birthday, so happy birthday to @merotwst!!! Thank you for answering all of my questions, even though I started writing his a few days ago. I hope you like this fic I word vomited wrote based on "I See the Light" from Tangled (it's my favorite Disney song and it screamed Jamil) 😁

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

Note: Reader is referred to as "the Prefect" and is female, set during Book 5 (let's pretend that Jamil can sneak and the snow has melted some), and lots of symbolism

Word Count: 1246

Warnings: not beta read, possible OOC characters, and lots of exposition in the beginning

Jamil was used to being below Kalim. No matter if it was in studies, exercises, or games, Kalim had to outshine him in it all. If Kalim was a warm sunny day in the summer, then Jamil was a cold dark night in the winter. 

Everyone preferred the summer, just as everyone preferred Kalim. 

No one looked Jamil’s way. No one asked about how he felt. No one wanted to spend their days in the moonlight when they could sleep until sunrise. In short, no one wanted him to shine his light on them. In turn, Jamil was blinded by the sun that he could not see the world around him. The male was subjected to dreaming about a life where he was free.  

When Jamil saw his life become stagnant, he was determined to change it. The air became colder, and the night was longer when Jamil enacted his plan. Unfortunately, his plan was ruined by the Ramshackle Prefect, her cat monster, and the annoying Octanvielle trio. 

Life after the incident had slightly improved. He still served Kalim, but the Housewarden started seeing him as equal despite their positions. Jamil would not say it aloud, but it was a small step in the right direction. 

Another change included his relationship with the Prefect. The two had gotten on friendlier terms after he made up for trapping her and Grim in Scarabia and dealing with his overblot (read: he made a big apology meal for her and helped with anything she asked). The two had become even closer during the VDC training camp. 

It was during the time when the snow began to melt, and after everyone was asleep, was when the Prefect would stargaze outside the dorm. However, all except one was asleep the first time it happened. Jamil, having to be constantly alert in case an assassin was nearby, woke up to the sound of a creaking floor down the hall. He grabbed his magical pen and followed a dark shadow heading out of the dorm. He maintained a reasonable distance from the figure until the moonlight hit the figure’s frame. Jamil realized that the person he followed was the Prefect all along. An average person would immediately turn around and go back to sleep, but his feet moved automatically, and he joined her instead.

That night, Jamil had stayed up for hours getting to know the Prefect without using a fake persona or with no ill intentions. The Prefect treated him like she had known him for a long time. She had even defended him when Vil questioned Jamil’s eyebags that morning. Usually, Jamil would have told the truth, but he enjoyed spending alone time with the Prefect. He learned more about the Prefect’s world and her love of stargazing. In turn, the Prefect learned about different places Jamil wanted to see. 

Their nightly stargazing continued during his time at the training camp. After a few nights, Jamil realized how blind he was about everything. 

All his days were spent watching outside the windows of Kalim’s house. All of the years of the world moving, he yearned to see it. He never knew if anyone would look his way or ask anything about him, yet that person was in front of him all along. That person was sitting beside him, basking in the moonlight, retelling a story about an incident regarding her friends and the Heartslabyul Housewarden. It was when she laughed that Jamil saw everything clearly. His heartbeat increased, his body felt light, and he began to think about the Prefect more throughout the day. Jamil realized that night that he would follow the Prefect to the ends of the world. He wanted to show her the world because he knew she was where he was meant to go.

When the Prefect first arrived at Twisted Wonderland, she dreamed of when she would finally return to her world. Her mind was focused on going home and initially tried to ignore the world around her. However, she began to doubt her dream after meeting Grim, ADeuce, and the other NRC students. One person who stood out to her was Jamil Viper. Her perspective of him changed after the incident in Scarabia. She forgave him after everything because she saw his true self and how amazing and talented he was. The Prefect never looked down on him or saw him as average. She treated him as an equal.

Now, as the Prefect lay on the soft blanket at a short distance next to the male in question, she realized something as they stared at the twinkling stars in content silence. During her months of staying in this world, of her blindly hoping for the better, she grew to love how things were. The Prefect had love from her friends, entertainment from the Ramshackle ghosts, and support from her professors. Most importantly, she had Jamil. Although Kalim was the sun personified, she always noticed Jamil despite him staying in the shadows. Now, everything seemed crystal clear; she saw him. He was a light that felt warm and real, like sunshine on a summer day. 

“Hey, Jamil?” The Prefect turned to the raven-haired male, and he hummed in response. “What is your favorite season?”

Jamil raised an eyebrow and turned his head to the Prefect, “what’s with the sudden question?”

The Prefect turned to stare into Jamil’s gray eyes, “I’m just curious. So what is it?”

“Summer, because summers in the Scalding Sands are nice. It is also a good time to take a vacation.”

The Prefect chuckled, “You deserve one, Jamil.”

Jamil nodded in agreement, “What is your favorite season?”

“Definitely winter.”

Jamil raised an eyebrow, “Really? Why?”

“Well, there is snow and lots of fun holidays. The nights are longer too. In summer, the nights are short, so the moon is not out for long,” The Prefect looked up at the bright full moon, “In winter, the moon is out longer, like now. I like to use that time to look up and stare at it. I prefer it more than the sun. Besides-” The Prefect glanced at Jamil, “Don’t you think the moon looks beautiful tonight?”

Jamil felt his breath hitch. He could not explain it, but the Prefect’s words seemed to impact him unexpectedly. Jamil thanked the darkness for covering up his blush, and he prayed that she could not hear his rapid heartbeat. 

Meanwhile, the Prefect was having an internal battle about her boldness. Jamil may not know the implications behind her words, but she meant everything. She would focus on spending time with him and let him see another day.  

“Yeah. It really is,” The Prefect’s eyes widen due to Jamil’s voice sounding closer than before. She turned her head and was face to face with him, with his eyes staring straight at her. Both had red faces.

They stared at each other like it was their first time seeing the light. Their hidden feelings began to reveal as if the fog around them had lifted, the sky was anew, and the world shifted to focus on them. No one knew whose hands moved first, but Jamil had one hand on the Prefect’s cheek while both of her hands cupped his face. They moved closer until their lips barely touched each other. 

Now they saw each other as a new light grew between them. The two people complimented each other like summer and winter, or the sun and the moon.

A/N: I'm kinda proud of it although I wish I started later. Again, I hope you liked it @merotwst. Jamil is my favorite character so I hope I did him justice!

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[ao3feed-tf2ships]

dancin' under the starlight (baby never stop)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/63084781

by WalkingWeirdmageddon

Day 2, 3, and 5 of the TF2 Valentines week! (yes i messed up like the dumdum i am)

Prompts: Cozy/Stars/Camping

Words: 269, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of TF2 Valentines Week 2025

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Heavy/Medic (Team Fortress 2)

Characters: Heavy (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Camping, Cuddling & Snuggling, Stargazing, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/63084781

[laidee-flegman]

52 intimate moments

Here are 52 intimate moments to help you create and cherish meaningful connections with your Boo:

1. Sharing a passionate kiss in the rain.

2. A quiet night at home, cuddling and watching your favourite movies.

3. Dancing together under the stars, even if it's just in your backyard.

4. Writing love notes to each other and leaving them in unexpected places.

5. Preparing and enjoying a homemade candlelit dinner together.

6. Taking a leisurely bubble bath or shower for two.

7. Going on a spontaneous road trip with no set destination.

8. Stargazing on a clear night, wrapped up in blankets.

9. Exchanging massages to relax and connect physically.

10. Cooking a new recipe together and laughing at any culinary mishaps.

11. Waking up early to watch the sunrise together.

12. Planning a surprise date night for your partner.

13. Sharing childhood stories and reminiscing about your pasts.

14. Going for a hike and enjoying the beauty of nature.

15. Having a deep and meaningful conversation about your hopes and dreams.

16. Trying a new hobby or activity together, like painting or dancing.

17. Playing a board game or card game that brings out your competitive spirit.

18. Taking a weekend getaway to a cosy cabin in the woods.

19. Holding hands while taking a long walk on the beach.

20. Lying in bed together, sharing your thoughts and feelings in the dark.

21. Experiencing a quiet moment of serenity and mindfulness together.

22. Going on a picnic in a picturesque park.

23. Writing a joint bucket list of things you want to experience together.

24. Sitting by a campfire, roasting marshmallows, and telling stories.

25. Sharing a spontaneous, passionate kiss when you least expect it.

26. Whispering sweet nothings and compliments into each other's ears.

27. Taking a leisurely bike ride through a scenic route.

28. Planning and executing a surprise adventure day for your partner.

29. Going for a moonlit walk and talking about your future together.

30. Creating a scrapbook or photo album of your favourite memories.

31. Taking a cooking or dance class together to learn something new.

32. Sharing a lazy Sunday morning in bed, cuddling and reading together.

33. Trying out a new restaurant or cafe and savouring the flavours together.

34. Going on a weekend camping trip to escape the hustle and bustle of daily life.

35. Visiting an art gallery or museum and discussing your favourite pieces.

36. Writing love letters to each other and reading them aloud.

37. Sharing a bottle of wine and reminiscing about your first date.

38. Trying out a karaoke night, singing your hearts out together.

39. Taking a scenic drive with no specific destination, just enjoying the journey.

40. Going on a scenic hike and having a picnic at the summit.

41. Having a cosy, rainy-day cuddle session with your favourite books.

42. Visiting a local farmers' market or fair and trying new foods together.

43. Taking a spontaneous dip in the ocean or a nearby lake.

44. Going on a bike ride and exploring your town or city together.

45. Taking a day off to relax and pamper yourselves with spa treatments.

46. Sharing your dreams and goals, and brainstorming ways to support each other.

47. Attending a live concert or performance and dancing to the music.

48. Going for a scenic drive to a nearby town and exploring its charm.

49. Spending a day volunteering together for a meaningful cause.

50. Sharing a laughter-filled pillow fight or playful wrestling match.

51. Taking a leisurely walk in a botanical garden, admiring the beauty of flowers.

52. Ending the day with a warm and loving embrace, appreciating each other's presence.

[vivievienne]

ᶻz﹒Flufftober 2024

— Masterlist

﹒☆ Post with links to all my flufftober fics !

﹐⟢ INFORMATION: ﹒☆

-> original idea of this flufftober list is coming from @Microvawe_Fella on tik tok.

-> Fics are posted everyday at various hours.

-> One character for each prompt!

-> Enjoy it :3

﹫﹒DAY 1: Love Confession

イ﹐DAY 2: Baking together

☆﹔DAY 3: Cuddling and snuggling

﹒⌕ DAY 4: Coffee shop au

﹫﹒DAY 5: Wedding

イ﹐DAY 6: High school au

☆﹔DAY 7: Watching movies

﹒⌕ DAY 8: Adopting a pet

﹫﹒DAY 9: Moving in

イ﹐DAY 10: Vacation

☆﹔DAY 11: Stargazing

﹒⌕ DAY 12: Picnic

﹫﹒DAY 13: Visiting an aquarium

イ﹐DAY 14: Puzzles/board games

☆﹔DAY 15: Beach day

﹒⌕ DAY 16: Wing fic

﹫﹒DAY 17: Cottage au

イ﹐DAY 18: Apologies

☆﹔DAY 19: Thrift clothes

﹒⌕ DAY 20: Spa day

﹫﹒DAY 21: Found family

イ﹐DAY 22: Sleepover

☆﹔DAY 23: Camping

﹒⌕ DAY 24: Sunrise/Sunset

﹫﹒DAY 25: Swapping outfits

イ﹐DAY 26: Genderbent au

☆﹔DAY 27: Amusement park

﹒⌕ DAY 28: Ice cream date

﹫﹒DAY 29: Seeing a concert

イ﹐DAY 30: Roommates

☆﹔DAY 31: Halloween night