#even if we get lucky somehow just look at how much he’s winning by

[m-a-d-e-l-e-i-n-e]

More than anything right now I’m just so angry that HE’S STILL FUCKING HERE after eight years and three terms and so many people would take him as president even though he’s been impeached twice is a 34x convicted felon is a racist rapist misogynist pedophile abuser piece of shit who is absolutely not fit to control an entire fucking country I fucking hate Trump and I fucking hate his supporters and anyone who defends anything he does GO AWAYYYY

[sqtorux]

jjk men when you're having a grumpy morning

includes: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji and sukuna

requested!

another headcanon coming your way ;)

gojo: this mf is always energetic and goofy save for some rare moments you were lucky enough to witness. you blame his sweet tooth for it honestly because what do you mean he still has the energy to tease you right when he wakes up? right when you wake up. you don't do mornings but you do gojo satoru so with a peck and some coddling you let out a small smile. on particularly extra grumpy mornings though, you find that the sweets he feeds you help a ton.

geto: how does this man have this much control over you? simple. because it's suguru. just a little gaze filled with admiration for you and only you make you fold. no, you are not one to be flattered so easily but come on. he chuckles at the small frown on your lips and somehow that sound turns your frown upside down. plus the warm hugs and soft voice is enough to make you win against even the impending doom of waking up.

nanami: we all know nanami is a man of actions and actions he does well. he'd get up before you, coffee already made and breakfast in process. he isn't fond of mornings either but he's fond of you. he loves seeing your messy hair and half lidded eyes with drool on your face come out of the bedroom lured out by the smell of delicious pancakes on the stove he so lovingly makes.

choso: he dislikes mornings, hates it even. so put your and his grumpy ass together you have two grumpy people having to deal with the early rays of the morning sun. you'd both be sleeping in, holding onto the last minutes you'd get to spend in bed until you begrudgingly try to get up only to be pulled back into bed by him. he'd huff and pull you closer into his chest, humming contently at no sign of protest. this is worth being late over, right?

toji: he's surprisingly an early riser. he used to train during early mornings so his body accustomed to it is what he told you. lately though, he doesn't train anymore, not as hard at least, so instead of hiking mountains and punching sacks, toji makes breakfast (cereal). he places the bowl in front of your zoned out self and ruffles your hair snapping you out of your daze. upon seeing your scowl he kisses you and when you shove him away he smirks. he watches you grumble as you eat the cereal, hoping you know that he remembered to put the cereal first and then milk, just how you like it.

sukuna: on mornings like this you wish sukuna could care a little more. you'd be dragging your feet to the kitchen to whip up something for the both of you only to be taken aback by the delicious looking breakfast for two at the table. sukuna wouldn't tell you anything about it only urging you to dine with him. you weren't stupid, the only one capable of this who also know sukuna would be uraume. poor uraume. but hey in his defense, kings don't cook, they give orders and sukuna was considerate enough to order someone to at least help with your h-anger. you can't be hungry and angry at the same time after all right? he does care a lot, in his own ways of course.

cereal first and THEN milk fight me grr

[shuadotcom]

143 Miles (M)

💞Pairing: Seungcheol x Fem!Reader

💞Summary: You and your boyfriend decide to change up your Valentine’s Day plans this year, so you plan a two-week getaway - or a “love vacation” as Seungcheol calls it. With each destination, you fall more and more in love with each other and it may just be your best Valentine’s Day yet.

💞Genres & AUs: Fluff, smut, established relationship au, road trip au

💞Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

💞Warnings: Profanity, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweetheart, baby girl), big dick!Cheol

💞Words: 5k

💞Note: Here’s my fic for the Cupid For You Fic Exchange hosted by @svthub! Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely valentine @gyuwoncheol !! 💘 I hope you enjoy my beloved Paula!!!!! 😘 ❤️

Thank you to my girlies @horanghater and @onlymingyus - Bambi for always coming in clutch as my beta and Mars for the beautiful banner!! 💕

“Okay, on the count of three,” Seungcheol declares once you’re both back in the car. “One…two…three!”

You reach into the bag in your lap and dramatically present the trinket to your boyfriend. He bursts into a fit of laughter upon seeing the small smiling frog donned in a cowboy hat resting in the palm of your hand. You quickly notice that he’s holding the same figurine. You join in with him, the two of you cackling in the front seat of the car together. You’re sure anyone walking would think the two of you look deranged, but neither pays that any mind.

“Well, guess this means we’re tied this round,” you manage when you finally collect yourselves.

“Yeah, but I’m still winning,” Seungcheol boasts, taking the frog from you and putting both away in the backseat.

“By one point!”

“A win is a win,” your boyfriend shrugs, grinning widely at you. You concede and start the car, somehow forgetting how competitive your boyfriend can be, even over something as silly as a game of who can buy the other the most ridiculous gas station souvenir. You’re on day three of your cross-country road trip and Seungcheol’s souvenir picks have been just a little sillier than yours. He’s simply lucky is all.

It was his idea to do something different this Valentine’s Day. You and Seungcheol have been together for almost five years and every year in February you’ve done the same thing when it comes to Valentine’s Day. You usually go out on a date somewhere, always a fancy romantic lunch or dinner, and then an activity such as a movie or a trip to the amusement park. Neither of you are ungrateful about the time you spend together, of course. You love one another and anything you do will be enjoyable if you’re together. Your dates are always full of nothing but shared love and admiration for each other. You love Valentine’s Day and celebrate it by spreading more love than usual to your boyfriend and he loves doing the same, but you both wanted to change it up this year, so when Seungcheol brought up going on a road trip, you wasted no time in agreeing.

Initially, you thought about driving from Seoul down to Mokpo, but that is only a 4-hour drive at most and didn’t feel like enough of a trip. That’s why Seungcheol brought up something that was once on his bucket list: fly to the US and then drive to the other side of it and back. He mentioned that it was something he’d always seen in American teen movies growing up and he always thought it looked fun and like a way to get even closer to the people you care about. And since you’re the person he’s closest to and cares about the most, he wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.

It didn’t take you much convincing either. You can never say no to a good road trip, so you both took time off work at the beginning of February, packed your suitcases, and booked a flight to New York. From there, you rented a car - a BMW to be exact, at your boyfriend’s insistence. (“It’s our love vacation! We have to drive in luxury!”) Then start your journey to Washington, planning to stop at as many states in between as you can.

You’ve finally made it into New Mexico with the end goal of getting to Las Vegas to stay for a night. Neither of you had many goals for where you would stay or what you’d do when you got to every state and are just winging it. It’s more fun that way.

Well, except when it comes to your souvenirs. You decide to stop at a gas station in each state for the wildest souvenir you can find after you unearth an Empire State Building-shaped mood ring right before you leave New York. It’s an extremely impractical shape and you demand that he put it on as soon as you leave.

Once you get back onto the highway Seungcheol fiddles with his phone, making sure his Bluetooth is connected.

The familiar first notes of  “Sugar We’re Going Down” by Fall Out Boy start and your mouth quirks up into a smile. Every time it’s your turn to drive on the trip, Seungcheol insists on playing the playlist of your favorite songs that he made for you. The gesture still makes you feel warm at how thoughtful he always is, even when it comes to the little things.

Drumming your fingertips on the steering wheel, you relax in your seat. Seungcheol turns the volume up and rolls down his window just a bit. The February air is a little crisp, but not too cold. As soon as Patrick starts belting over the speakers, you join in, singing the song word-for-word as you go. Other than talking and playing silly road games, a favorite of both of yours has been using the car as your karaoke room. 

Both of you have more than enough playlists to never run out of a soundtrack to your drive and you’re not shy about singing around one another. For the first few hours at the start of the drive, you had nearly gotten a sore throat from how serious you were at road trip karaoke. You were only missing a tambourine and the typical multi-colored karaoke laser lights.

The drive to Nevada will take nine hours, so you do half of that drive, and that whole time you and your boyfriend sing your hearts out on the way. Every once in a while, he reaches over to feed you a chocolate at your request for a snack. He makes sure that his finger grazes your lip or your teeth each time, chuckling when you nip at his digits or place tiny kisses on them. Little moments like this with Seungcheol make your heart even more full, which you didn’t think was possible, yet here you are - falling more and more in love with him each simple moment like this.

When Paramore comes on shuffle, Seungcheol goes all out during “Ain’t It Fun,” doing all of the ad-libs and being the guitar and the drums. At this point, you’ve made it more into town and hit a stoplight after passing nothing but dirt and rocks.

It gives you a chance to look at him, admiring the way his dark hair falls in his eyes - the eyes that turn into half moons when he smiles wide and laughs loudly. You can’t help but swoon over the giggle he lets out when he notices you watching him put on a solo concert, his dimple making its appearance and you want nothing more than to lean over and kiss it. And then kiss him on his lips that you know are so soft and warm and made perfectly to fit against yours like a puzzle piece.

So you do. You lean over the console quickly when he turns to you again and gives you a closed-mouth smile. Seungcheol lets out a noise of surprise, but gladly accepts the kiss, his hand reaching to cup your chin as your lips move slowly against his.

A honk from the car behind you makes you spring apart and then you remember where you are and see the green of the stoplight in front of you, indicating that you’ve got to focus on the road again. Seungcheol reaches over to take your hand as you start driving again, placing a kiss on the top of it, keeping it in his hold as you continue, both of you getting back to your playlist and the road ahead. You can’t help the way your heart swells and you almost don’t want this moment to end. You would travel around the world and back if it meant you could do it with Seungcheol.

When the sun sets on your journey, Seungcheol has always insisted that even if it’s not his turn, he’ll do the driving. He’s halfway through the state of Arizona when it gets darker and he’s behind the wheel. You didn’t stay in New Mexico long, only stopping to refuel and make sure to see what that gas station has to offer in the form of trinkets. Not much, as it turns out, but you manage to win this round of your game when you snag a keychain with an alien riding a donkey while all Seungcheol finds is a pen in the shape of a chili pepper with a mustache. He couldn’t not give you that point even if he tried to argue with you just a little about it.

Seungcheol hums along to his music, keeping it low enough not to disturb you while you try to sleep. He passes a mountain range, briefly admiring how the moonlight shines on the red rocks surrounding you. His attention quickly gets diverted to you when you turn in your seat to face him. You have the smallest pout on your lips and your eyebrows are scrunched up the tiniest bit. Cheol knows how hard it is for you to fall asleep in the car, but he still makes you try so you can get rest.

His eyes focus on the road, but he can’t help but steal glances at you and your cute expression. Not only does the moonlight bounce off of the nature around, but it also does the same to your face. It highlights your cheeks that he loves to pinch, your nose that he loves to boop, and your perfect lips that he loves to kiss. Your facial muscles relax when you seem to slip into a state of rest finally and the sight of your expression that he can only describe as angelic has his stomach doing flips. 

It’s been almost five years and every single day that he gets to look at you, he counts just how lucky he is to call you his. From the moment he met you, you occupied space in Seungcheol’s mind, and to this day, over everything else in his life that swirls around in his brain, he always comes back to you. Your face, your voice, your body, your everything. You are everything to him and he’ll tell you every single day for the rest of your lives.

“I love you, so much,” He whispers as one of your favorite songs plays through the car and you stir, just a little. 

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you. And everything you do.

A smile tugs at the corner of his as he glances your way again. The stars, the moon, the sun, all of it truly does shine for you and only you - his whole world.

When your phone’s calendar reads February 14th, you and Seungcheol finally make it to Las Vegas and you decide to treat yourselves to a fancier hotel. Instead of the usual 3-star hotels (and a few seedy motels) you stayed at along the trip, Seungcheol finds the nicest hotel that the two of you can afford. You even get so lucky as to somehow snag the honeymoon suite. “It is our love vacation after all,” being his reason yet again. 

You definitely don’t complain when you walk into the room and kick your shoes off, immediately taken aback at just how fancy and spotless everything in the room looks. The bed is the biggest you think you’ve ever seen and is covered in rose petals. The large window across the room overlooks the city of Las Vegas, the neon lights brightening up the room before you even turn the lights on. The furniture looks modern and clean and the room even smells fresh yet sweet. You can’t place the scent of the air freshener, but you love it nonetheless.

“Holy shit, this is the nicest hotel room I’ve ever been in!” You marvel, running and plopping onto the large bed. The bed is big enough for you to starfish comfortably on and you start making comforter angels, Seungcheol laughing as he flops next to you. 

“Only the best for my girl,” he hums, squeezing your socked feet, forcing a sigh out of you.

“Damn, I’m so sore.”

“Well if you’re interested, there’s a more comfortable place for your sore spots.”

You lift your head to look at Cheol and follow where his finger is pointing. There’s a half wall across the room made of decorative swirls of metal that you can see straight through. On the other side sits a large jacuzzi bathtub.

“Is that our tub?!” You spring up from the bed and rush over, eyes widening at the size. 

Seungcheol comes up behind you while you’re admiring, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close. “That definitely looks like our very own giant, two-people-sized tub.”

“Looks like it has jets too.” Your hands rest atop his, fingers threading together.

“I think I even see some bubble bath on the counter over there.” Lips meet the back of your neck, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

“Hmm, how about I get the bath going and you grab the bottle of champagne chilling in that bucket by the bed? Then we can order room service. I’d love some good sushi.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” Seungcheol punctuates his sentence with a final light kiss on your neck. You have to quite literally peel yourself from him, but you manage it as the two of you split up.

It only takes a few minutes for him to grab the bottle along with the two glasses and for you to get the bath running. As soon as the water is warm and bubbly, you and Seungcheol shed your clothes on the floor as you each slip into the tub with you sitting between his legs. He manages to find the button that powers the tub, the jets hitting you at all sides, including your outstretched feet.

You relax into the water, tilting your head back, and resting on Seungcheol’s shoulder.

“I have some bad news for you, Cheol.”

“What is it?” 

“I think I must pass away here, just like this.”

Your boyfriend breathes out a laugh behind you, wrapping you in his arms again.

“You’re telling me you’d just up and leave me like that? And to stay with a bathtub no less!” You can hear the pout in Cheol’s voice and it makes you giggle.

“It’s nothing personal, baby, but I mean you can’t produce jet streams of soothing water.” 

“Hmmm. That may be true, but I can do this.”

Seungcheol’s fingers dance up the front of your body, gently cupping your breasts and squeezing. His fingers tweak your nipples in between gropes, making you let out a surprised moan. 

You practically melt into Seungcheol’s chest as he plays with your sensitive buds and your eyes flutter closed.

Soft moans fall from your lips as your head lolls to the side, Seungcheol using the opportunity to latch his lips to the side of your neck. His teeth scrape over your skin, nipping and biting along the way. 

Seungcheol has always loved to mark you. He loves leaving not only signs to others that you’re his, but every hickey and every bruise is a little reminder that he’s the one who makes you feel good and he’s the one that you always come home to at the end of the day. Not that you need a reminder because you’ll always come back to Seungcheol no matter what.

You count at least two reminders now, one on the side of your neck and another at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His fingers never leave your nipples, the stimulation already making you nothing but putty in his hands. If you weren’t in the tub you’re sure you’d be making a mess of whatever panties you would be wearing.

Your boyfriend trails kisses from your shoulder, up your neck, to your ear, and lands on your cheek, peppering your face with a few more kisses. His plush, slightly chapped lips kiss any spot he can reach as his hands trail down from your waist to your thighs. Seungcheol opens your legs wide and shifts you both around in the tub. The moment the jet across from your body hits your clit, you let out a shriek and Seungcheol knows he’s positioned you the way he wants to.

The tub jet feels like heaven coupled with Seungcheol’s relentless hands that are back on your tits, cupping and squeezing in the perfect way you need it.

“Ngh, Cheol!”

“Hmm? What is it, baby?”

“F-fuck. I need you.”

“You need me? But didn’t you say a little while ago that you wanted to stay with the tub since it has jets? Aren’t you enjoying the jets right now?” His tone is smug yet teasing, warm breath hitting your ear and making you shiver.

“Cheol, please!” you pout at him, doing your best to beg in between whines.

“Oh, so you do need me, huh?”

“Yes!”

“And what is it that you need, sweetheart?”

Seungcheol tugs at one of your nipples harshly, making you jolt. You feel so close to cumming already, but you do your best to hold off. You want to cum around Seungcheol’s cock or even his fingers - something, anything of his.

You voice this to your boyfriend, choking and stumbling over your words along the way. Seungcheol’s gaze is heavy as he peers down at you, enjoying how you squirm and wiggle in his hold. Your head is resting on his shoulder as you look up at him, batting your eyelashes and pouting extra hard. He loves it when he can see how needy you are for him and how much you want him. He especially loves all of the noises you make for him - the pants and the moans and the whispers of his name. 

He needs to hear more from your pretty lips, and he knows exactly how to do that.

With a smirk, one of Seungcheol’s hands releases your tit and trails between your legs. The tip of a finger taps against your clit, an embarrassing moan tumbling out of you in response. 

The thick digit slides into your eager pussy and it takes everything in you not to sob at the feeling. Seungcheol crooks his finger as he pistons his hand and the heel of his palm knocks against your clit each time. You practically dissolve into his hold while his other hand plays with your nipple, your brain already turning to mush at all of these sensations combined.

“Fuck, sweetheart, listen to you. You sound so fucking pretty.”

“C-Cheol…”

“God I love it when you say my name. I wanna hear it again,” Seungcheol slips another finger into you, and you yelp out his name again without even thinking about it. His pace quickens, fucking you with his fingers as quickly as the bubbly water around you will allow. 

“Yes! Please don’t stop, Cheol, please!”

“Mm, I won’t, baby. Want you to cum for me. Come on, pretty girl, let go for me.” Seungcheol’s voice is so deep that you practically feel it in the pit of your stomach. The pads of his fingers digging into your sweet spot, the jet from the tub still pelting your clit each time his hand moves, and his hard cock digging into your lower back are enough to have your world tilting and your orgasm knocking into you as soon as he tells you to let go. 

Your body stiffens as you cum, the shrill sound of his name that you let out sounds too loud in your ears, but Seungcheol eats it up. He curses under his breath, telling you another handful of times how pretty you sound and how beautiful you look falling apart for him. 

Seungcheol caresses your cheek and chin as you come down and when your breathing seems to steady, he tilts your face back and kisses you. His lips meld with yours, kissing you as if he’ll never get the chance again, making you even dizzier.

His tongue prods at the seam of your lips and when you let him in, he swallows up all of the desperate little sounds you puff out. He pulls back from your lips suddenly so he can help you turn around in his lap. The water in the tub sloshes as you get comfortable facing him and straddling his waist. 

Neither of you wants to waste any more time, the carnal desire to have Seungcheol inside of you is a mutual feeling.

The head of Seungcheol’s swollen cock prods at your sensitive folds, whimpers falling from your lips as you start to sink onto his length. His hands hold your hips as you lower until he’s completely sheathed between your wet walls. You and Seungcheol have had sex more times throughout your relationship than you think you can feasibly count, and each and every time the stretch is familiar but always succeeds in taking your breath away. 

“Shit, Cheol…”

“Feel good, baby? My fat cock stretching you out?” Seungcheol grunts between clenched teeth. 

“Yes, s-so good, Cheollie.” 

“You’re still so fucking tight, baby.” He winces when he feels your walls twitch, squeezing his dick and momentarily making him speechless. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

With Seungcheol’s grip tight on your hips, he helps you lift a little, letting his cock slip nearly all the way out before you slam back down and he’s shoved inside of you to the hilt. You share a groan as he helps you ride him, finding a steady rhythm. The water around you continues to splash, but he only moves you in his lap faster. 

Your head falls back as you alternate between bouncing on his cock and swiveling your hips, letting out curses and calls of his name. Seungcheol bucks his hips up to meet your movements, fucking up into you as much as he can in the slippery tub.

“Shit, you look so beautiful like this. You were made to take my cock, you know that, baby? This pussy was made for me.”

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck!” His compliments only spur you on, your fingernails digging into the thick skin of his shoulders as you grind on him. Your thighs are starting to burn, but you ignore it. The feeling of your boyfriend’s girth driving up into you over and over makes you feel floaty, everything around you fading away. The only thing you feel and the only thing you know is Seungcheol and his hands on your moist skin, his lips sucking bruises onto your tits, and his dick kissing your g-spot with each harsh thrust.

Seungcheol knows your body better than anyone, so he knows when you’re going to cum. He notices the frantic cries, the way your body shakes, and that far-away look in your eyes.

“Gonna cum for me, beautiful?”

“Y-yes, fuck yes.”

“That’s right, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. Can you do that?”

“Mmhmm! I’m so close, Cheollie!”

“I know, baby girl, I know,” Seungcheol moans against your chest, burying his head in between your tits as he drives his hips up so hard, you almost lose your balance. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “I’m close too, fuck - gonna fill you up. Can you handle that, baby girl?”

“A-always! I can a-always handle y-you, baby,” you gasp out, your stomach tightening and your body buzzing the closer you get.

Seungcheol keeps one arm around you while the other snakes in between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit without even having to try. The stimulation shocks you and has you mumbling gibberish, a mix of your boyfriend’s name and pleading words. Your fingers slide up and into his dark locks, threading your fingers through the brunette strands and tugging, making him growl into your skin.

“Please, fuck, Cheol I’m gonna cum!” 

“I love you so much baby,” Seungcheol nearly explodes right on the spot with how your gummy walls clench around him again, but he manages to hold off. “Cum for me, sweetheart…” He nips at the side of your breast and applies more dizzying pressure to your clit.

“I l-love you too! I’m cum - fuck!” Your words are cut off with a scream as you tumble right over the edge, cumming harder than you did the first time, tears pricking the edge of your eyes.

Seungcheol lets go right after you, his face still in your chest as he holds you close, moaning out words of pleasure, love, and admiration about you and how you feel like “literal fucking heaven” and how you’re his and his only. Seungcheol pumps you full of him, his warm seed dripping from your throbbing pussy and mixing with the remaining bubbles around you. Somewhere in between his pussy-drunk babbles your ears pick up something about making you his wife.

You both stay where you are for a few minutes, your fingers lazily raking through his hair as he keeps you close to him, placing small, closed-mouth kisses on your hot skin.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles, letting out a sigh as his hand, still between your bodies, moves to rest on your thigh.

“I love you too, Cheol,” you sigh back, a drunken-post orgasm smile on your lips. Even through your haze, you didn’t forget what he said. “Did you…did you mean what you said?” you whisper out, hoping he knows what you’re referring to.

“Which part?” His question sounds calm, but you notice the way his fingers on your thigh press into your skin a little harder.

“The part about making me your wife?” A fraction of a second of silence hangs between you both and part of you starts to panic. What if he only meant it at the moment? You’ve had fleeting conversations about one day being married, but it was always lighthearted and more in a “one day we will” way.

When Seungcheol finally answers you, it’s in the form of a sigh. Wordlessly, he lifts you from his softening cock and untangles your limbs, sitting you down in the tub. 

“I didn’t want to do this now or like this, but I can’t hold it anymore. Especially not when you ask me and look at me like that.” He steps out of the tub, giving you another look before sticking his feet in his complimentary hotel slippers and shuffling into the main part of the room. 

You watch him rummage around in his suitcase before he comes back to the tub and kneels on the bath mat, facing you. You immediately spot the red velvet box in his hands and you gasp, tears immediately gathering in your eyes.

“I wanted to do this when we got to Washington and say some cheesy words about seeing the world with you and traveling everywhere with you for the rest of our lives, but I can’t wait any longer. Y/n Y/l/n, will you do me the honor of being my forever Valentine and be my wife?” The emerald stone of the ring shines back at you, surrounded by small diamonds on a gold band.

“Yes! Of course I will, Cheol!” you sob, tears blurring your vision as he plucks the ring from the box and slips it onto your finger, placing a kiss on your knuckle after it’s securely on. 

Seungcheol cups your face with both hands as he leans forward and kisses you. The kiss is soft and warm and you can just feel the love that Choi Seungcheol holds for you in his heart seep out. His love overtakes you, your heart feeling more full than you think it’s ever been.

“I love you so much, Y/n.” he sighs when he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you too, Seungcheol. So fucking much.”

Your boyfriend fiance smiles widely at you, his own eyes red-rimmed with potential tears as he scans your face. “I can’t wait to officially make you my wife. And you know, if you want, we are in Vegas so we could technically make it official tonight.”

With a sniffle, you shake your head. “Patience, my love. We can worry about all that wedding stuff when we get home. Let’s just focus on us and this, and right now.” 

He pouts dramatically before kissing your forehead. “Fine, I’ll wait.”

“Good boy,” you giggle, watching the way his eyes darken at your playful praise. “Now, how about we actually open that champagne and order room service? I’m still craving sushi badly.”

With a chuckle Seungcheol nods, standing as goes back into the room to look for the room service menu.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. We have all night to eat anything you want to order.” 

“Good, because if they have good pizza I want that later too. Oh! Or maybe kimchi jeon if they happen to have that!” Seungcheol chuckles at your enthusiasm as he comes back with the menu. 

Before you order, he helps you out of the tub when you complain about the water going cold. Dinner is put on hold again when you decide that a warm shower in the luxurious shower stall in the bathroom should come first before you get comfortable for the evening.

In between the warm water cascading over you and Seungcheol helping wash your back, you end up bent over the bench in the shower, Seungcheol slipping into your still-aching cunt again. 

As your fiance makes you cry out around him yet again, somewhere between the moans and grunts, you’re both able to whisper “I love you” and “Happy Valentine's Day” when you share another blissful orgasm. 

Tomorrow you’ll be back on the road and back to making the rounds for silly souvenirs, but tonight it’s all about you and Seungcheol and this moment right here. You can’t wait to have many, many more Valentine’s Days with the love of your life.

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WARNINGS ! being judged for wearing a skirt in jungwon’s

a/n: help i’m sorry this took literal months but finally feeding u all an enha reaction-ish T-T i took multiple long breaks between most of these so. sorry if it’s weird lol

LEE HEESEUNG !

if literally anybody tries to tease or make fun of this man.. oh no

he is NOT afraid to retaliate and tear them to shreds, even if it’s his closest friends or members <\3

when it comes to you though..

he just ,, LETS YOU ?!

and everyone else agrees that it’s totally unfair, INCLUDING YOU because you wanted a reaction.. that’s the whole point of teasing :(

but instead he just sits there with a dumb little smirk because he thinks you’re so cute and wants to give you a kiss as you continue calling him a loser 🧌

“hah, you suck. i don’t even play video games and i won,” you taunt with a big, victorious grin

heeseung doesn’t even complain or fight back, continuing to go past the results screen with a nonchalant smirk, “yeah yeah.. you just got lucky”

however, you begin to pout slightly, earning no actual reaction from your relentless teasing

so you try and push him further, “nuh uh, i think you’re just bad. but it’s okay seungie, you can’t be good at everything~”

well, that doesn’t work either

instead of getting mad heeseung just GRINS, quietly admiring how cute you look when you’re all cocky and smug about your little victory

aaand then everything goes downhill when sunghoon enters the room 😟

the tall boy snickers immediately at the sight of the tv, watching your character dance in victory, “nice one, y/n!”

you grin up at the younger with a wink, “thanks hoon, i must admit, it was an easily won battle.”

he laughs harder, “next time you gotta go easy on him,” feeling brave apparently, sunghoon has the nerve to ruffle your boyfriend’s fluffy hair with a mischievous smirk, “you know how hyung gets when he loses.”

yikes

heeseung’s once adoring expression turns into one of (half joking) annoyance, jaw clenched as he swats sunghoon’s hand away from his head

“really bro? 1v1 me right now then, i’ll kick your ass and we both know it,” he sasses, getting ready to throw the other controller at the boy

the speed in which sunghoon bolted outta the room in pure terror

you’re just 🧍

“no fair, how come you don’t get mad when i tease you?” you complain, crossing your arms like a toddler

heeseung’s expression softens again, pulling you towards his side of the couch for a warm hug, “s’cause you’re my baby,” he murmurs cheesily against your skin

“and ‘cause i let you win.”

“aw— wait what?” 😕

// PARK JAY !

the amount of privilege you have as this man’s partner?? lord

there is a lOt

you get excused for every little thing

even though jay hates ppl touching his hair he lets you?! and of course will make you food ALL the time

while if anyone else asks, they’ll prob have to spend some time convincing him for a while or bribe him y’know

but perhaps the biggest one..

disturbing jay during his naps is equivalent to asking for a punch in the face

it’s pretty much common knowledge amongst the members that it’s impossible to wake him up anyway

but if they somehow do get him up, they should expect many annoyed grunts and remarks and probably a middle finger before he inevitably falls back to sleep

naps are very serious business for mr park

BUT when you’re in the picture..

suddenly he gets all soft and compliant..

his members find this very annoying and you’re just like hah losers 🥰

at this point they start facetiming you whenever he’s napping because bro practically launches out of bed at the sound of your voice

“hyung, hyung wake up!” jungwon is literally shaking the older boy, pushing him back and forth on the bed

yet he is sTiLL asleep

there has to be some kind of sleeping competition they can sign him up for because god he deserves an award <\3

jungwon eventually gives up, calling for sunghoon’s help

and how does he help?

giving him a big smack on the head of course

finally, jay flinches awake, groaning as he touches his head, “what the hell hoon?!”

“dinner’s ready! ” jungwon quickly announces with a grin, “me and sunoo tried cooking this time and i swear, we didn’t burn anything and it actually tastes—“

“don’t care. let me sleep.”

“but hyung the—“

*snores*

sunghoon sighs, “alright, it’s time we pull out the big guns.”

by that, they mean forcing you to come over there in exchange for some of the boys’ homemade dinner

jungwon and sunghoon watch from the doorway as you tiptoe over to the bed, doing what you do best: tricking your boyfriend

“pretty boy,” you whisper, tracing down his sharp jawline with a feathering touch

and like that, jay starts stirring, eyes eventually fluttering open

“oh, so i have to slap him, but they just cARess his face and suddenly he’s rising and shining— ow!” sunghoon groans when jungwon elbows him into the wall to shut him up

jay yawns, “y/n? what’re you doing here?”

he reaches up to give you a peck, and you nearly coo at his raven hair all tangled cutely

“wanted to have dinner with you guys,” you lie, grabbing his hand to pull him up

“yeah but i was napping..” he protests childishly, making jungwon roll his eyes in the background

it was rare for jay to have his baby moments, but it happens !!

you continue rubbing his hand, “well you also have to eat babe, and i’m gonna be here too.”

at that, he sighs, but gets up from bed, stretching with a yawn

“hallelujah!” sunghoon cheers, prancing over to give you a high five

jungwon groans, “what would we do without you y/n”

jay is just 🧍

“aish.. you were forced here to wake me up weren’t you?”

all three of you make nervous eye contact before running off to the kitchen jungwon claps his hand at last, “who’s ready to have the most life changing meal of your lives?”

// SIM JAEHYUN !

jake’s a little shy about it

but if someone takes something of his he will definitely go D:

he does a little pout!!

and if it’s something that he absolutely REFUSES to share

like a straw

then he’ll be like “ay that’s mine, go get your own!!” in a half joking, jake way y'know?

but when it comes to you…

he cant say no to your cute face <3

everything jake owns? yours

congrats you have a whole second closet now

want some of his food? take the whole plate !!

he even calls you layla’s other parent despite being very very protective of her :(((

thats when you knew you’re extremely special to him !

jake’s just peacefully lying on the couch, waiting for you to finish up showering

when all of a sudden heeseung strolls in, humming as he goes to fill up a glass of water in the kitchen

as jake was about to greet him, his brows furrow at the sight of a familiar logo on the back of the older boy’s green shirt

“hyung..?” he calls suspiciously

“hmm?”

“is that my shirt?”

heeseung looks down for a moment, scanning his outfit before shrugging

“maybe. found it on the floor,” the older replies

jake just frowns

“bro, i don’t wanna share shirts with you! you’re always sweaty as hell after playing league until 3am!”

heeseung takes a leisurely sip of his water, uncaring of the whiney younger boy on the couch, “well too bad. stop leaving your shit on the floor then.”

before jake can give him another pouty complaint, the sound of a yawn coming out of his room leads both boy’s to turn and investigate

a huge smile rushes to jake’s face at the sight of you in one of his t-shirts just like heeseung, the soft white fabric overflowing down your thighs

“angel! is that my shirt?” he giggles cutely

“uh yeah, is that okay?”

“what, of course! you look adorable, c’mere angel,” your boyfriend demands with grabby hands, ignoring heeseung’s disbelieving eye roll nearby

“but when i wear your shirt it’s the end of the goddamn world, huh?”

you snicker quietly as you walk over to jake, letting him pull you in for a kiss

jake smirks, “mhm, now give it back or i’m eating all our ramen without you.”

“you wouldn’t..”

“try me, hyung~”

then he sticks his tongue out in his classic jake way 💪

// PARK SUNGHOON !

getting straight to the point here

when someone touches sunghoon he’s immediately on guard

he’s a lot better with those who are close to him, but he still gets a bit stiff and awkward

and with strangers.. he’ll just try and find an escape right away

this goes especially for his facial area

he will not hesitate to swat anyone’s hand away or flinch in annoyance if they try to pinch his cheeks or poke his nose >:(

similarLY to how sunoo was now

“i saw you blushing when that engene in the front row called you hot~” the younger boy snickers, “you’ve been an idol for two years now, and you’re still not used to that?”

then suddenly hoon’s cheeks are being pushed together, making his lips form a pout

“our sunghoonie is so cute~”

his hand is quickly slapped away 😒

“ow!”

before sunoo can even complain you’re rushing into the dressing room with a vip pass around your neck, running over to give your boyfriend a hug

sunoo watches with a pout as you cup sunghoon’s jaw, reaching up to give him a peck

“you did amazing as usual, i’m so proud!”

yeah

contrary to pretty much everyone else, sunghoon wants your touch and enjoys it thoroughly <3

in your hold, he’s completely relaxed; pushing his cheek further into your hand as he wraps his arms around you

“thank you,” he whispers with a cheeky grin

feeling playful, you even go to pinch his cheeks

and instead of getting mad the boy just gigGLES like a whipped idiot

sunoo crosses his arms, “what!? no fair!”

hoon kinda forgot his bandmate was there to witness everything 🧌

“yah, why’re you still there?” he barks, “shoo!”

you purse your lips to hold in your laugh, waving bye to the sulking boy who only rolls his eyes

you snicker once he’s gone, “so.. what was that about?”

sunghoon sighs, “don’t worry about it..” you raise a brow when he scoops you up, placing you on the makeup table, “now, where were we? celebrating how good i did, right ;)”

// KIM SUNOO !

this one’s a lil’ hard because sunshine is kinda bad at saying no and lets his members get away with a bit toO much

but he still tries to be is very strict when it comes to paying for things because why should he be paying for niki’s new pokemon game ??

of course if it’s his members birthday, an occasional treat, or maybe if he lost a bet it’d be an exception

but besides that he’s pretty good at not falling for the members puppy eyes and pouty whining

this of course isn’t the same for you

you’re literally the love of his life!! his partner of COUrse he has to spoil you and buy you absolutely everything you want >:(

sunoo will literally tell you beforehand to not let him sEe your wallet on dates or he’ll get upset

(even though when he becomes all pouty you only think he’s adorable)

sunoo would be doing his skincare

having the time of his life y’know putting his face mask on and—

“hyung, can you—“ before he can even finish, riki starts CACKLING and sunoo already knows it’s because of his green face mask ..

“you— you look like-“ he snorts, “the little green guy from monsters inc-“

sunoo slaps his arm, “yah, i do not. what do you want, brat?”

the younger boy grins, staring at him through the mirror

“so… splatoon 3 came out and..”

“absolutely not”

riki gAsps in offense, “why not!? it’s only like 90$!”

“do i look like your mom?”

“kinda—“

“shut up. go ask jake hyung, you know he can’t say no to you”

then suddenly

you, who was on your boyfriend’s bed waiting for his return, prance into the bathroom as well

“sunnie guess what!?”

sunoo smiles brightly at your arrival, pausing his ministrations to meet your eyes

“hmm?”

you grab his arm, shaking him back and forth, “seventeen is coming on tour here next month! we have to get tickets!”

he gasps, “really!? okay, i’ll get us tickets tonight!”

but then riki.. 🧌

“hyung, why will you buy y/n a concert ticket but i can’t get a game?”

“because they’re y/n and you’re riki ☺️”

ouch <\3

// YANG JUNGWON !

AWHhh won’s the cutest with giving you privilege T-T

there’s a lot of super small things that you might not even notice

like letting you touch his dimples, wear his clothes or play with his hair

you may not realise your privilege ‘cause if anyone else did those things he proBably wouldn’t say anything

because he’s jungwon

BUT when you do it he genuinely encourages you and gets all giggly <3

one thing you’ve definitely noticed though is how protective wonnie tends to get over you compared to others

he’s already quite protective of the people he loves as is

but 99% of the time he won’t mention or say anything if an issue comes up:

say an interviewer makes a comment he doesn’t approve of

some backhanded compliment to one of his members

or maybe a joke gone too far

he isn’t the type to say something rude in response or bring it up off camera, at most the interviewer would receive a very harsh glare and frown

when it comes to his partner though..

no no absolutely nOt.

you are his responsibility!! his person, his love and therefore he will not hesitate to defend you and fight anyone who dares to bring a tear to your face

suddenly his normal coherent thoughts of ‘it’s okay jungwon, don’t say anything, be professional’ FLIES OUT THE WINDOW BECAUSE no. he will not accept this

for example!!

one day you and won were going on a cute lil picnic in the park <3

you decided to wear a skirt for the heck of it, thinking it’d look cute especially with the picnic idea and the weather getting a tad warmer

so once you’re both out of the car, jungwon holding the basket of pastries while you carried the drinks and blanket, you were both pretty sure nothing could ruin the cheery mood

jungwon even complimed your skirt, mentioning how he thought it suited you perfect :D

“wah, i’ve been wanting to have a picnic all year. really, this is gonna be perfect!” your boyfriend says cheekily

“mhm, next time we should bring mauemi though!”

you wait for jungwon’s reply with a smile, but it quickly drops when you look up to see an old woman on a bench staring at you as if you’d done something terrible, her wrinkly face pulled into a displeased frown

brows furrowing, you follow her gaze to your bare legs, a tug of insecurity forming in your stomach as she scans you up and down

“..and the squirrels would be perfect to chase—“ jungwon pauses when he glances over at you, worry increasing as he notices your visibly deflated expression, “jagi?”

his eyes follow yours, widening when he sees the lady send you daggers from across the park

jungwon’s brows furrow, holding your hand tighter with every step you take closer to her

if it was anyone else, he knew that he wouldn’t say a thing; probably brush it off, maybe send her a frown back

but he simply can’t help the words that tumble from his mouth, “is something wrong, ma’am?”

your eyes widen right away because wonnie nEver has the guts to call people out like that usually???

ESPEcially not an elderly person ..

of course, the old woman only scoffs rudely in response, muttering something in a malicious tone under her breath

the boy holding your hand smirks in satisfaction and you sigh, quickly leading him away as fast as possible

“yah, why’d you do that?!” you whisper-yell

he gives you an obvious glance, “because i didn’t like how she looked at you”

jungwon looks cute 99% of the time, but at that moment with the harsh glare on his face, he’s a bit intimidating even to you <\3

you gulp, “still..”

“no, y/n,” he interrupts sternly, “i refuse to let my pretty s/o stay upset when there’s something i can do about it”

with that, jungwon places down the picnic basket and starts pulling out your snacks like nothing happened <3

“so, what should we eat first?” :D

// NISHIMURA RIKI !

sigh.

now for this boy your partner privilege is THROUGH THE ROof okay

the difference in how he treats you to everyone else??

literally anyone can see the difference even if it’s their first time meeting you guys

riki’s a combo of all the previous ones

lets u wake him up whenever and even interrupt him while dancing/gaming

definitely gives u all the pda u want but if anyone else tries it he may bite them

and ofc defends you withOut hesitation even if it’s just some lame joke he will roast them right back mf !!!

the most noticeable point though is for sure how a majority of the time he listens to whatever you say ON THE FIRST TRY

it’s ‘majority of the time’ because if he didn’t annoy you at least a bit that wouldn’t be riki

it could be something so small

sunghoon and you would be chilling on the couch, then he’d see riki walk in

“yah, can you get me a water?”

mans gets ignored as niki pUshes him over to sit next to you instead

“no, i’m lazy.”

sunghoon just rolls his eyes, meanwhile you were on your phone; completely oblivious to the conversation as you reach over to kiss the younger boy’s cheek

“babe, can you go grab me a drink please?”

bro SPRINTS to the kitchen without another word 🧌

nobody knows why he’s so enthusiastic to serve you but !!

sunghoon is tempted to call him a simp

or exhibit b

you’re at the dorms watching jake and niki play some video game

or at least. they were supposed to be playing together

but apparently it was a single player game and your boyfriend was being a bit of a hog judging by how they were practically wrestling on the carpet for the controller 😟

then after a while longer jake desperately calls out for you

“y/nnn he won’t give me a turn!”

you realise at that moment that this is what having kids must feel like

meanwhile riki gives u that innocent look as if he did nothing

you sigh, “yah, give jake a turn. haven’t you been playing for like 15 minutes straight?”

jake nods furiously in agreement

he pouts, “well yeah but..”

you give him the stink eye

aaand he passes the controller over without any more complaints <\3

jake lets out a vEry sarcastic thank you while riki wanders all the way over to you and plops down in your embrace like a whiny toddler

then he just looks up at you from your lap

“you look pretty today.”

jake groans in the background while you nearly choke

“all of a sudden??”

“yeah,” he replies simply, “i don’t mind giving up my spot to jake ‘cause i have a much better view now~”

what will you do with this boy 😞

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[xelle-ll]

Some Sick Days

So like I know its been a while but sh and read;;;;; ily ✨

Part 1

After being sick and still somehow having your boyfriend make you feel even worse, you had told him to just give you space for a couple days.

It took some convincing which made you feel like crap because he had ditched you so easily so what was with the need now to be so insistent?

It sucked.

It was always a draining time for you, being away from him. There was so much love in your heart that it was like it would lie dormant when he was near but when he was away, it would expand and hurt you till you found him and brought peace back to yourself.

So after a lot of internal deliberation, a meet up was scheduled.

The day you went to meet him, you were nervous but you were going late to be petty.

While walking to the spot he should be waiting for you in, you watched other people. Other families and couples out on this clear sunny day. The happiness in the air and joy on their faces.

You wanted that. Now. It was time for things to get better and be sweet again.

But of course, for you? That would not happen.

The smile on your face couldn’t have fallen faster.

Why wasn’t he there?

You had turned the corner with so much hope in your heart. Only for everything to be crushed.

You didn’t call him after that. No texts, no replying, no contact.

Maybe you would’ve allowed the delusions to take control if he hadn’t messaged you saying he was with her.

Because she needed him.

Needed him.

She did.

What about you? Did you not need him? Was he not yours?

Every memory of you together flashed through your mind. A time where you were that couple people looked at with jealousy. Envy on everyones faces that brought glee to your heart. It shouldn’t have but you felt so lucky.

Nights where he fell asleep with a head on your shoulder. Days where he made lunch after you burnt every sandwich even though you swore you wouldn’t. Playing video games together. You would suspiciously win a match just as you were giving up. He would have a smile that so obviously gave away his devious little plans but you couldn’t help but not say anything. He was so cute.

He was everything.

His beautiful soul was all yours.

Was.

You would now have to relearn how to navigate life without him.

I know I took a while but I haven’t been well again 🫥

BUT we move on lmao

Please like and repost, it helps me a lot! Send me asks if you would like something written for you ;)

[latin5mamii]

Could you write something about Carlos being super cute and affectionate with you after a match, because after he saw you in the stands he started playing better and ended up winning the game (maybe even saying how much he loves you in the post match interview)?

Family - Carlos Alcaraz

Warnings:only cuteness like always

Summary: You're your boyfriend's lucky charm.

Genre: fluff, Carlos Alcaraz x reader

Author's note: girl i loved writing this!🎀

You should be on court watching your boyfriend play,but somehow you’re still doing your photoshoot for Vogue and you can’t turn them down of course. While you wait for them,you pick up your phone and watch the results of the live match on google. “Fuck,he’s losing” you whisper,wishing you were there to comfort him.

“Alcaraz lost the first set and it looks like he’s losing even the second.It looks bad for him and since it’s only a 3 sets ATP he can’t catch up on the game so easily.Wondering how he’ll do in wimbledon if he plays like this” Says the commenter, in fact he’s not playing well,he knows it and he can’t stand it. How could he let this man win over him?

“Carlos, tienes que concentrarte, intentar jugar mejor y pensar antes de actuar, ¿de acuerdo?” (Carlos you have to focus, try to play better and think before doing something, ok?)

Carlos nods at the words of his coach and comes back on court,hoping to not disappoint the people that he loves,especially his girlfriend.He’ used to win and accepting the fact that he could lose against someone who isn't even in the 10 top rank makes him so furious with himself.

Finally you get to the court and you start going towards the seat reserved for you in the front seats, next to Juanki and his team.Finally Juanki sees you and welcomes you next to him.

"No está jugando bien, ¿verdad?" (He's not playing good, isn't he?)You ask him, hoping for a good response. He shakes his head negatively, and you can't help but think about how bad he must be feeling, especially since you know how he can be so hard on himself. You can't help but support him through thick and thin.

He has now to serve,but all of a sudden he sees you in the crowd. You mime with your lips an "Te Amo" encouraging him with a smile, a comforting smile,hoping that this will help him.

“El esta loco por ti créeme.” (He's crazy for you, believe me)

Juanki says,you can’t help but smile at his words. You start to think how life would seem incomplete without him and on how you’ve been so lucky by founding him, someone who supports you and would always by your side.Sometimes you think you don’t even deserve his love, that he’s too much for you.Of course you support him in everything you can, but he just does it better; on how he holds you in his arms and tells you that everything’s okay.He is a cure for every ailment for you.

You don’t even realize that he has won the second set and he feels more energetic than ever.It feels like he’s playing for his life,and this is one of the things what made you fall in love:He never gives up,no matter what.

He finally wins the match and you’re waiting for him in the room next to the press room conference,with a big screen showing his interview.

“Carlos, we noticed that in the first set of the match you were distracted and really made some unforced mistakes. What do you think changed from the first set to the second and the third where you played so much better?” “Uhm, I would say that that’s because my girlfriend arrived during the second set and let’s say that she’s kinda my lucky charm.”

Everyone laughs at his words and you can’t help but smile and chuckle a bit.

“No seriously,I really do think that’s true;she’s the love of my life,and i could imagine starting a family with her.I just want to say that you’ll always need someone that stays with you no matter what,even if you’re a bit idiot like me”

The press conference ends and you’re on the verge of crying hearing the words that he spent on you.You knew that he loves you,but he’s just so sweet and pure,and you’re a bit emotional. You’re waiting for him in the same room as before,and as soon as he opens the door you can't help but to literally jump on him,with joy tears falling from your eyes.

“¿Por qué lloras amor?” (Why are you crying, love?)he asks, almost worried about you.

"Estoy tan feliz.Gracias por tus palabras sobre mí. Te amo mucho."

(I'm just so happy.Thank you for the words you spent about me.I love you so much)

“Esas palabras son simplemente verdad. Te amo más.”

(That words are just the truth.I love you more)

He says, whispering in your hear.

“De todos modos, hablando de formar una familia, ¿qué tal si empiezas una esta noche?”

(Anyways, talking about creating a family together, how about we start tonight?) "¿Por qué siempre tienes que arruinarlo todo?"

(Why do you always have to ruin everything?)

[aventurineswife]

Aventurine with a hospitalized reader? I love how you write so much!! :3

“I never believed in luck until I met you.”

Summary: In the quiet confines of a hospital room, Aventurine, known for his charm and daring, reveals a softer, more vulnerable side as he sits beside his hospitalized partner. With playful gestures and genuine tenderness, he brings warmth and light to their recovery, reminding them of their unique bond and the strength they give each other.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Hospital setting, Soft moments, Vulnerability.

Warnings: Mentions of hospitalization, light angst, with a focus of emotional vulnerability.

A/N: Thank you so much, anon 🫶💖!! I love the request and hope it meets up to your expectations!

You opened your eyes to the sterile white ceiling, the quiet hum of machines reminding you of your surroundings. Your chest ached faintly as you moved, and the familiar dullness of the hospital settled around you. But today felt different, lighter somehow, as if the air itself carried a spark of excitement.

And there he was—Aventurine, standing at the foot of your bed, grinning. His sandy-blond hair fell slightly across his face, and those eyes sparkled with a mischievous warmth that seemed to brighten the entire room. Even his attire—somehow seemed effortlessly out of place here, like he’d strolled right off a casino floor to see you.

“Well, darling, looks like I’m just in time.” He tilted his head, sliding into the chair beside you and immediately reaching for your hand, his fingers warm against yours. “Wouldn’t want you to get too lonely, now would we?”

You laughed softly, squeezing his hand. “How could I feel lonely with a Stoneheart risking his lunch break just to sit with me?”

He leaned back, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose. “Ah, but see, I like to think of it as my lucky break. Besides,” he added with a wink, “someone has to remind you that you’re my good luck charm.”

He reached into his coat, pulling out a small container with the most ridiculous thing inside—a mooncake cat, with a face painted on to look almost real. “I figured a silly snack would lift your spirits,” he said, breaking off a small piece and offering it to you. “Let’s hope it works its magic.”

You took the piece, savoring its sweetness. “Who’s the one in the hospital bed here?” you teased. “It’s usually you with the crazy luck stories.”

Aventurine’s smile softened, and he looked away, the playful mask slipping for just a second. “Everyone needs a reminder now and then,” he murmured, brushing a thumb over the back of your hand. “I know what it’s like to be in this place.”

He sighed, gently setting the rest of the mooncake cat aside. “It’s strange, but I always feel a bit...grounded, when I’m with you.” His voice softened as he held your gaze. “Like I can be more than the schemes and gambles. I can just...be me.”

Your heart warmed as his words lingered. In that moment, his dazzling, risk-taking facade fell away, revealing the vulnerability that he so often hid behind his confident smile. You reached up, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from his face.

“Guess that’s what makes us a winning pair,” you said. “We balance each other out.”

His eyes lit up as he chuckled, bringing your hand to his lips for a soft kiss. “Then we’ve already hit the jackpot.”

A comfortable silence settled between you as he remained by your side, his hand a steady comfort. Every so often, he’d hum softly, telling you little stories about his day, his latest daring ventures, and absurd workplace tales—anything to keep you smiling. His presence was soothing, a steady flame against the cold hospital walls.

Finally, as the nurse stepped in to adjust your IV, Aventurine looked up, his gaze meeting yours with a tenderness that took your breath away. “Promise me one thing,” he whispered, his voice low and warm, meant only for you. “Promise me you’ll come back to me soon.”

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from him. “I promise.”

With that, Aventurine leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead, his warmth and devotion wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. “Good,” he murmured. “Because, my lucky charm, I’d be lost without you.”

He's definitely Lana Del Rey coded 🫶💖

[ddaisychaser]

hockey player james headcannons for those who love this au as much as i do muah!

• so so sweaty when he gets home from practice. as much as you love that james is like a personal heater for you when it comes to those cold rainy night cuddles or womanhood surprisingly greets you one morning, he also is a sauna coming off the ice. yet, he’s so excited to see you, that when he burst’s through your apartment door and jumps on the bed to give you kisses, they aren’t very enjoyable when your comforter and clothes get soaked by his presence.

• of course, he somehow then manages you to take a shower with him every time.

• wearing his jersey might be one of the reasons james will ever burst out into tears of pure happiness. the first time you both started dating and you came to one of his games with ‘potter’ displayed across your back, wearing his number, poor thing almost got knocked out by a flying puck because he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

• speaking of flying pucks, james definitely has lost a tooth or two from his reckless behavior and cocky attitude, that perhaps sometimes the other team don’t seem to understand. as much as we all adore james’s kindness and big heart, that boy is a loose canon on the ice. usually finding home in the penalty box more that either one of you would like.

• if you don’t know how to skate, it’s your lucky day! because you best believe your first date consist’s of james taking you out into the empty arena, and spending all day holding your hand as you get used to the ice. don’t worry about falling though, because james would be damned if you ever hit the ice without him catching you. those big muscles aren’t just for hockey wink wink.

• definitely is the cutest little grump if his team is to ever lose a game. james loves winning (not as much as he loves you) but considering being captain, all he wants is for his team to cherish the sight of holding the number one title and a great big trophy to display in the locker rooms. speaking of, when he does walk out after losing a game, his face immediately falls into the comfortable crook of your neck and leans all his body weight into you. just mumbling, “i tried baby, i really did.” before kissing that sweet spot behind your ear.

• dating james also includes your position as the team’s ‘mom’ james will make sure every one of his teammates adore you just as much as he does, and to give their full respect if you are to make your presence know. yet, if james isn’t around, all those boys are doting on you and asking for favors. ‘hey y/n! can you help me find my jersey?’ or, ‘y/n, i can’t figure out this recipe. can you look it over?’

• as james watches his teammates over time grow fond of you, of course he get’s sweetly jealous. mumbling, ‘sweetheart, why do you have to help sirius with his homework? you are suppose to be hanging out with me.’ although james can’t even lie, watching you bond with the team is such a hilarious, yet special, moment to witness.

[moriartyluver]

Hello🙋 it's me yet again. How's it going?

Are you still taking requests? If you aren't, please ignore this.

If you are, could I please request a William x Reader oneshot? I got inspired by that poker chapter (I hate Johnson).

So, one night, William, Albert, Moran and Bond decide to play poker, and the winner will be recieving a kiss from William's wife (they somehow persuaded her to do it💀). So, William pulls some intelligent shit (I'm stupid, ok?) and obviously wins. Bonus, he asked reader to sit in his lap for good luck🤭.

I really hope this is not confusing and thank you very much! ❤️🥰

A/N: I’m still taking requests dw 😭 this request got me giggling and blushing omg 🤭 I’d sell my soul to get to sit on liams lap 🛐 (I hate Johnson too)

Character(s): William James Moriarty x fem! Reader

Format: oneshot

Genre: fluff + spicy

Prompt: above^^

Warnings: established relationship (marriage), reader is female, gambling??, a little bit spicy. Way too short 😞

“POKER?”

“That’s right, darling. We’d invite you to join but..” William trailed off as you scanned the table. Fred and Louis were observing while Bond, your husband, Moran and Albert were all sat around a table, the poker set out.

“But what?” You asked, feeing slightly left out. “Because I’m a woman?” You were half joking but everyone knew that playing games like cards or poker were not very ladylike.

Bond shook his head “You’re the prize, (nickname). The prize can’t be playing because then what shall you get if you win? It’d make more sense for you to watch instead.”

You raised a brow in confusion. You? The prize? What on earth was that supposed to mean?

“When you say it like that, it makes you sound perverted.” Moran commented from beside Bond, a subtle smirk on his face.

You look over to William as if demanding an explanation. He smiled sheepishly, it wasn’t him who had declared the bet and he’d much rather not have you on the line.

“What Bond meant to say was that the winner is supposed to get a kiss from, you, (name).” Albert explained with a smug look and a sip of wine as usual, watching his little brother furrow his eyebrows in slight irritation from beside him. “Nothing too extreme, just a little peck on the cheek.”

Clearly he had some of not all the responsibility of creating the prize. Albert wasn’t as much of a mastermind as William was, but God, he had the tendency to meddle and scheme in other peoples lives whenever it could provide entertainment.

You looked at him with wide eyes. “I didn’t agree to this! You can go bet on something else,” then you paused “Nevermind that, as the lady of the house, I’d much rather not have any gambling take place within the estate, or anywhere for that matter. Haven’t you learned anything after that run in with Mr Johnson?”

“Oh don’t be like that, (name), it’s just for fun.” Moran laughed, although there was a slightly guilty tone in his voice, like a child caught misbehaving “Besides, we all know Louis acts more like the lady of the house much more than you do.”

Louis glared at the colonel then rolled his eyes while you held back a snort from his reaction.

You sighed begrudgingly “If you insist..but if I do, then the loser has to do all of my chores for the next month.”

“Two weeks.” Louis negotiated with a stern look.

“Deal.”

Fred was about to pull a stool out for you to sit on but was stopped by William calling out to you. He had his evil (yet attractive) little mischievous smile on so you knew he was planning no good. Chances were, he was probably going to win if Moran didn’t cheat as usual but with a kiss from you up for grabs, he had become even more competitive and determined to win. Both because he adored any scrap of affection he could receive from you, and because he dreaded the idea of you kissing anyone but him, even if it was strictly platonic.

“Come sit here, my dear,” He said, patting his thigh. The corners of his lips were turned upwards “I need my lucky charm to help me win your affections.”

“Do I have to?” You groaned, clearly flustered by the idea.

“Please?” He pleaded, looking at you with a teasing yet innocent expression. You gave in, walking over to him and sitting on his lap while your husband wrapped his arm around your waist, securing you in place. You look at him as if to say ‘you’re lucky I love you.’

“L-Let the game commence.” You said, hoping not to draw attention to your flushed expression as you played off your stutter

“Damn.”

“Oooh, unlucky Bond,” Albert chuckled as James frowned at his loss.

It was finally William’s turn as he was sat beside Bond and the turns went clockwise.

“Your turn, dear.” You said, hand on his shoulder. You could see a smirk forming on his face. One that he would usually wear whenever he would bring corrupt nobles to justice or read of Sherlock’s work in the paper or whenever you would tease him. A smirk he would proudly wear with satisfaction.

You peer over to look at his cards, eyes widening momentarily. You look back at your lover’s face as his eyes land on you. William gives you a wink, ever so smug from what is seconds away from being a win. You had been observing him the entire game, and yet he still managed to get his way as usual.

His hand clutched his cards, ready to spread them over the table while his other hand caressed your waist, thumb massaging the soft flesh over your clothes.

Everyone had been waiting in anticipation, silently observing your reaction aswell as William’s. It was a general presumption that he would win though, partially due to his intellect, partially due to his possessive nature.

“Royal flush.” William stated nonchalantly as he spread his cards on the wooden table.

Moran tossed his cards to the ground in anger, clearly because he had the potential to win if William wasn’t so damn lucky (not for the sake of being kissed, just for the fact he was once again so close to beating William but just not close enough) James has his hand cupped in his cheek, glad Moran didn’t win whilst Albert could care less, he just wanted another glass of red wine.

William could only smile, hoping not to appear boastful despite how badly he wanted to brag, not because he won, but because you were going to kiss him. Although it seemed you had forgotten that now because of how proud you were that he won.

“It seems I’m much deserving of a prize now,” William whispered to you, pulling you closer to him “Don’t you agree my love? I did play so well just for you.”

You pause, recalling the original deal. You hesitantly nod, still annoyed that you were the prize because if you weren’t, you probably would have won anyways.

“Fine.” You groan, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

Except you don’t.

The cheeky bastard turned his head at just the right moment, possibly intentionally, for your lips to land on his. Wolf whistles echo through out the room along with a “get a room” from Moran who recovered from his loss.

You pull away gently, tapping William I’m a faux scolding manner before sticking your tongue out at Moran, about to hurl some insults before William kisses you once more.

[everlasting-rainfall]

-Most Terrifying Yandere in One Piece-

Okay so I just had a thought of who the most terrifying Yandere in One Piece would be as yes, Luffy is someone who would probably rip the entire world apart just to get his hands on you but it ain’t him in my personal opinion

Sanji would crack the skull of any man who tried to speak to you and Zoro is so intimidating that no one would probably even dare try to speak to you

Boa would trap you with her without you even knowing that you’re trapped and if you ever do then you won’t be able to do anything about it, Robin knows exactly how to hurt you and exactly what to say in order to keep you from leaving her side

Akainu could have an “Only Alive” bounty placed on your head if you ever managed to escape him, Garp would chase you to the ends of the earth until he had you again

Kaido would keep you locked up in Onigashima in a place where only he would only be able to access you to ensure that he’s the only one that can see you, Big Mom would have you dragged off to Tottoland by her many sons and daughters in order to attend your wedding with her

But I gotta say that I don’t think any of them would be the most terrifying Yandere in One Piece and keep in mind that this is just personal opinion… But you know who would be?

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Kidnapping, No Hope, Total Island Destruction, Uncomfortable Situations, Attempted Murder, Starvation, Imprisonment, Mind Break

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA AND MOST RECENT EPISODES OF ONE PIECE-!

!-BEWARE SPOILERS-!

That would be this fucker right here in my personal opinion… Imu…

Why? Well I’d like you to think about this as Imu is someone that little to no one knows exists and no one even knows what Imu even looks like to begin with so let’s say that somehow you did manage to escape Imu’s grasp

You can’t tell anyone who had you… No one would know who you’re talking about and now that person you just told? They’re going to face an imminent death…

We all saw what happened on Lulusia too, all that just to kill Sabo who saw Imu if I’m right. An entire country wiped from history so if you told that person about Imu then you just potentially wiped that island out…

Granted Imu might leave you unharmed like they won’t kill you but there’s a good chance that when you’re brought back to them, it will be with your ability to walk or even stand removed so now you’re stuck with this person… Assuming Imu is a person, that is…

Plus I don’t think that Imu would even reveal their appearance to you for a good long while so imagine sitting down for a meal with this person covered head to toe in black, they stare at you with these unblinking red eyes anytime that you make a sound

If there was any way to lose your appetite, it would probably be from the sheer uncomfortable feelings brought on by Imu’s staring… I don’t think that they would even speak to you for a while after being captured so you’re just living with someone whose dead silent and won’t stop staring at you…

Also that brings up the case of imagine catching the attention of Imu like maybe you were one of the few people unlucky enough to be able to approach Imu but how much more terrifying would it be if you were just some civilian?

Who knows how they found out about you but once they decide that they want you, you’re being seemingly arrested out of the blue like you’ve done the worst crime imaginable if you aren’t just straight up kidnapped

Then you’re brought before this person who you’re absolutely terrified of and have absolutely no clue what they want from you only to be left alone with them because this is home now

Fucking horrifying if you ask me…

You can’t even hope at killing Imu either as even if they have no fighting skills, you’d probably have to get insanely lucky in trying to kill them like I’m talking winning the lottery eight times in a row on the same day then seeing like a quadruple rainbow on your way home only to find that every problem with your home miraculously fixed itself kind of lucky…

So let’s say that you did achieve that kind of luck and managed to sneak up and seemingly kill Imu in order to hopefully return to your life before all of this occurred, it seems like you might be home free and escape is so close within your grasp…

But let’s not forget about something…

And knowing that the Gorosei’s devil fruit forms can regenerate from seemingly just about anything, I’d assume that Imu can do it as well so they’re pissed that you tried to kill them after how kindly that they’ve treated you

So as you’re running, you’ll likely look back and see whatever this is chasing after you until it grabs you in a grip that feels like it’s trying to crush you as they drag you back where you belong

If you make Imu mad then they likely aren’t going to treat you with kindness like I can honestly see them depriving you of food and locking you up until you’ve learnt your lesson, Imu wouldn’t kill you and wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on you to harm you

But by the end, you’ll be wishing that you were dead and no matter how much you might scream that you’ve learnt your lesson… Imu will leave you there until they know that you have only coming to you to give you just enough food and water to where you’ll survive…

Once Imu is sure that you’ve learnt your lesson and will never try anything like that again, that is when you’ll finally be freed from your prison and actually start to be treated with gentleness and kindness as well

Imu might even test how your time locked up affected as you as they’ll caress you and if you lean into it then they’ll kiss you… And if you return it? That’s probably the first time that you’ll hear their voice speaking the word “Good”

They’ll be gentle with you as they wash your body and take care of you until you’re all better but don’t think for a second that Imu won’t shove you back into your prison if it’s needed…

Now this isn’t to say that any other One Piece character isn’t absolutely terrifying as everyone is absolutely horrifying like hell… Luffy is absolutely horrifying because of Gear 5…

This is just my personal opinion on who I think is the scariest… And it’s Imu without a doubt for me…

[frenchoravocadotoast]

Hytham headcanons

Hytham (AC Valhalla) x GN!reader

Word count: 1078

A/N's note: I've been meaning to write about Hytham these past few weeks! Have some headcanons while I finish reading The Golden City :) (it got a bit angsty at the end)

Hytham’s love languages are gift giving and quality time. Hear me out.

He's pretty quiet (compared to the rowdy Vikings, at least), but true to his creed, he watches everything and everyone like a hawk. This applies to you too.

Hytham is willing to wait when he starts to grow interested in someone. He’d much rather approach them only once he feels like he’s gotten to know them both from the inside and the outside. I don’t see him seeking his crush out from the very beginning – he prefers bonding with them over time and seeing where things go.

Do not be fooled by his acting. Whether he’s cackling at a joke, dining at the longhouse or target practicing, Hytham is sure to be eavesdropping on your conversation. If you’re nearby, that is. This doesn’t mean that he’s spying on you specifically – he tends to strain his ears (like all Hidden Ones do, really), and sometimes, if he’s lucky, he might just hear your voice.

When he does, he smiles to himself.

You’re good friends with Eivor, and often accompany her on her errands around the village. This has led you to the bureau multiple times, and Hytham is always caught off guard by the unexpected visit.

“🧍🏾‍♂️Oh. Good evening.”

You like the place, it’s cozy and the man isn’t bad company either. So you stay, and even if there’s other parchments he needs to finish before sunset, Hytham perks up at the chance to answer any question you might have (grinning and kicking his feet when you show interest in the creed).

So that’s where you spend time together. Celebrations in Ravensthorpe are also guaranteed to lure him out of his cove – you’ll be sure to find him letting loose and coming out of his shell more. His favorite game is apple bobbing, and he’s determined to win everytime – but despite his competitive streak, he might pretend to lose if he’s going up against you.

As for gift giving, it doesn’t evolve into actual physical gifts until later on (he thinks that’d be way too obvious). Instead, his first ‘gifts’ are things you might need.

Whether you have experience in fighting/self-defense or not, Hytham hints at the training yard he and Basim use. He invites you to use it whenever you please (you can pummel the dummies for a bit, as long as you put them back in their place); and if you have no experience whatsoever, he’ll gladly teach you some things.

You don’t get to have your own hidden blade though. Sorry (ask Basim for one)

But you can try his! Just don’t die.

If you do somehow get injured, you can have the medicine he’s made. It’s all yours.

Interested in a particular topic? He probably has a book about it at the bureau (or he’ll find it somehow, don’t ask) and will gladly let you take it.

Teaches you how to do the leap of faith. If you pull his leg just like Eivor did and don’t leave the haystack, I think he’d have a similar reaction.

“Very funny. You can come out now.”

“We are so not doing this rn.”

“Please.”

“Please, Basim will kill me.”

Things start to shift when you see the signs. You crack a joke with your friends and notice Hytham’s already looking at you with a soft smile. You tell him your pouch is broken, and remember the beautiful purse you’d once seen at a market in Lunden. Days later, coincidentally, Eivor brings you a beautiful leather pouch from the same city (hint: it wasn’t Eivor’s idea). You also find him playing hide and seek with the Norse children outside, and he urges you to join.

You start testing out your theories. When spring comes, you comment on the beauty of the blooming flowers and he’s immediately crouched down, going through every plant in your vicinity to tell you everything he knows about them. By the end, you have a large bouquet of flowers in your hands.

Eivor sees this, and jokingly tells Hytham he should get some purple ones and smack you in the face with them (a courting tradition amongst Vikings). Needless to say he’s mortified.

Random secret: he knows how to make flower crowns – his mother taught him when he was younger.

He’s giving you instructions as you weave the stems together, and you can’t help but feel his eyes glancing repeatedly between your hands and face.

It’s not until Ravensthorpe is attacked that you’re forced to face your feelings. The ambush is bad – there is no escape as the docks are on fire, and arrows are whizzing past you no matter where you run. Whether you’re a villager, a sage, or a warrior doesn’t really matter. It’s the kind of attack where you’re certain your next stop is going to be Valhalla.

But then the clashing of swords stop. The last enemy falls to their knees, and through the smoke and the ringing in your ears, you hear the roaring victory of your people.

Sigurd and Basim are looting the bodies. Eivor is opening the longhouse where the villagers have barricaded themselves. But you don’t catch sight of Hytham, not until you see him emerge from the woods along with the other Drengr. His white robes are flapping in the wind, his sword dripping with blood, and he’s holding his side as he grimaces. So you run to him.

He sheathes his weapon when he sees you alive and well, eyes darting all over your face as if scanning for injuries; and before you can say anything, he cups your face and locks his lips with yours.

Congrats! You’re now dating.

Basim tells you and Eivor something enigmatic months before his sudden betrayal. Hytham’s happiness is clearly reason for his gratitude, and no matter how much you insist that Ravensthrope is Basim’s home too, you’re only rewarded with a wry smile from the assassin.

It’s months later, when you’re sitting in the empty bureau with Hytham, that you reason Basim must have known. You watch as Hytham grips the table and rakes his hands through his hair, how he paces the room when he’s not squeezing your hand. He questions everything when you realize Basim must have known all this time – must have known that he wasn’t going to stay, that his apprentice would be alright. That Hytham would be happy in Ravensthorpe. And thus, you make sure it stays that way.

[eruhamster]

No, you're not wrong, Hua Cheng did get Xie Lian's luck from that ankle shackle.

I made some ramble yesterday but figured I'd make a proper post about it. Every time I look up Hua Cheng for an art reference, one of the top google results is someone insisting that Hua Cheng became lucky not because of Xie Lian's luck, but because Xie Lian saving him 'nullified' the Solitary Star/Star of Solitude.

That's just incorrect, and every time I see it I get annoyed.

So I'm going to go over the facts of the story, I'm going to go over explaining what those facts mean in terms of how it clearly points to Hua Cheng taking Xie Lian's luck, as well as the facts of Bai Zi and the actual Solitary Star in that astrological fortune telling, then I'm going to go over the subtext of what it means, and finally I'll explain why the nullification theory is just patently false.

In the story, Hua Cheng himself isn't really unlucky; it's more that misfortune follows him like a cloud, dragging everyone around him into unluckiness, especially his parents. This is his actual fortune:

'He is destined to bring destruction to all save for himself' - He isn't unlucky, rather, he makes everyone else unlucky. When Xie Lian asks about how to prevent it, this scene plays out, talking about a cup:

Directly after discussing Hua Cheng's fate and how to reverse it, Xie Lian has a discussion with the State Preceptor where he insists he would certainly give someone his own cup/fortune if they needed it.

Much later on, when everything is said and done, and the ghost Wuming is assumed dead, Xie Lian shackles his luck with the intention of making true on that statement. He wants his luck and fortune to spill over into others:

It is from that point on that Wuming's life takes a turn. Rather than be annihilated, he somehow survives. He not only survives, he against all odds creates a powerful spiritual weapon from his own eye and shortly after becomes a god. He is so lucky that even when jumping from the heavens, he is not shackled by Jun Wu. He sees immense wealth and incredible luck to the point where winning a gamble against him is impossible and he seems to control luck itself. He has so much luck to the point it seems to rub off on others just like Xie Lian's unluckiness does - he can even make Xie Lian not have such terrible luck for a short period of time.

And this is all despite his fate itself not changing, as observed by the State Preceptor:

But even with this fate, we only see him rolling sixes until one single point that catches even Hua Cheng off guard:

But he dismisses it, saying he's able to make his own luck and decide whether something is a bad situation or not.

But what happens shortly after this dice roll?

Xie Lian's shackles are broken, and Hua Cheng nearly annihilates for something as simple as giving too much spiritual energy, even when he seemed fine moments before, as observed by Feng Xin and Mu Qing:

It takes Hua Cheng over a year to return. But he does. And that's how the story ends.

So what does this mean?

Hua Cheng was born with a very terrible fate. The exact breakdown of his fate isn't stated beyond being born under the Star of Solitude, or Solitary Star. This is not a TGCF invention. This is a star from Ba Zi, Chinese astrological divination.

The solitary star is exactly as the name suggests. It implies solitude, either by choice or by outside forces. It is one of the unluckiest stars, and can case misfortune for your family - especially parents. Think of Hua Cheng's mother, who died when he was very young. Hua Cheng is an introverted person by nature; even those that like him he pushes away. He only likes Xie Lian. And he kept his distance from Xie Lian for a long time, and when he no longer wished to keep his distance, he was forced apart by outside circumstances until 800 years had passed - and 8 is a very lucky number in Chinese, and 800 years is also spoken into being by those Land of Tender fruits in the cave scene when they insisted he wouldn't get a taste of Xie Lian "even if he dreamt about it for 800 years."

Hua Cheng lives out this life of solitude even past Xie Lian meeting him. In fact, rather than Hua Cheng's luck getting any better, Xie Lian's luck takes a turn for the worse. It is when they meet and their fates become connected, when Xie Lian is certain to be his spouse one day and thus a family member, that everything goes wrong for the kingdom of Xianle.

It is true that this misfortune is because of Jun Wu; Hua Cheng is stated to be so unlucky because the Kiln disperses misfortune across the land, and Hua Cheng by the State Preceptor's thoughts is likely to have received that upon his already inauspicious birth hour. But this misfortune rubbing off on Xie Lian upon their meeting and subsequent tying of fates is what caused Jun Wu to notice Xie Lian in the first place, as it wasn't until after this that Xie Lian fought a ghost of Jun Wu's making, caught his eye for essentially recreating the Xianle myth of the God-Pleasing Martial Warrior, and became known as the God-Pleasing Crown Prince.

This misfortune continues. Just as what was predicted by the State Preceptor, he died before reaching the age of 19.

This misfortune for Hua Cheng only stops when Xie Lian shackles his luck. It is at that point where he becomes the pinnacle of luck itself.

Xie Lian shackles his luck, and it flows into the most misfortunate cup of the person closest to him, the one who was always following in his footsteps, always so close but just too far away. It goes to Hua Cheng. But because he was never actually unlucky himself, this doesn't result in him just having Xie Lian's level of relative luckiness; his cup overflows. He is so brimming with luck from having both his own and Xie Lian's that he becomes exceedingly wealthy and successful and powerful.

This comes to a halt once that luck is no longer being redirected. It is upon redirection that Hua Cheng nearly dies, very similarly to how he was barely hanging onto life as Wuming; it is described that when Wuming appeared on Mt Tonglu, nearly dispersed, that he was essentially transparent. He becomes transparent again upon the shackle breaking.

But he doesn't disperse, not fully. Why doesn't he?

Because according to Taoist belief, your luck is only one part the circumstances of your birth. The three cosmic factors of your luck are your Heaven luck, your Earth luck, and your Human luck.

Heaven luck is the luck you are born with. But with those other two lucks, you can overcome the circumstances of your birth. Earth luck is about the environment you are in. This is where the concept of Feng Shui comes from; it's setting up your environment to bring prosperity and luck. Human luck is the luck you make for yourself; the decisions you make to cultivate a better future.

Hua Cheng by the point of the shackle breaking has been cultivating for 800 years by devoting himself to his one true god, Xie Lian. He has built a solid foundation for himself, amassed great wealth, and set himself into such confidence he can comfortably look danger in the face and decide that he makes his own fate, he decides if something is dangerous or not, he decides whether he will come or go, even as he's at the point where he should die:

After 800 years of that overflowing fortune, he was able to build up that Earth luck and Human luck to a point where he could negate the Heaven luck by himself, so when it came to bite him in the ass, he still came back after a little over a year and married his newly-no-longer-misfortunate beloved.

Though it is worth noting, it is somewhat implied by the extras that this Star of Solitude still continues to screw with Xie Lian's life. When he wants to give Hua Cheng a birthday present, it ends up with a terrible day of misfortune and heartache that ends in the present needing to be crushed to ash. When he visits the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods, an embarrassing event happens where his near-naked statue is running around the heavens and he has to basically strangle Mu Qing away from his rock garden to ensure he doesn't witness his statue getting dicked down in there. And when Hua Cheng goes too far in bed, Xie Lian runs off without his spiritual energy being refilled, and in his weakened state ends up getting bit by a monster that eats his memories and causes him a few days of misfortune. But these are overcome by Hua Cheng being there to help him, and by Xie Lian loving him too deeply to care.

Now subtextually, what does this all mean? What's the relevance of it?

Number one, there is the obvious relevance that Xie Lian takes the opposite path to which Hua Cheng was born. Hua Cheng was born against his will with a fate that makes people around him incredibly unlucky, including Xie Lian himself. Xie Lian, in an act of atonement and possibly because he feels he hasn't done enough cultivation work to be worth ascending to godhood, shackles his luck so that everyone around him becomes luckier. An unwilling circumstance of birth versus a confident and willful choice. It ties them together in that way, and their fates effect each other. And at the end of it, Xie Lian's act of selflessness is exactly what comes back to bring him happiness. It is purely because of that act of shackling that Hua Cheng became who he did and was able to embrace Xie Lian as an equal. They have walked in each other's shoes and felt each other's hardships and seen each other's rock bottoms and came out the other end as equals who understand each other as completely as only a lovingly married couple could.

Number two, the use of the cup metaphor - it's another example of Xie Lian and Hua Cheng being so clearly laid out as fated spouses that it's barely even subtext. In Chinese, 'hejin,' or to 'drink from the same cup,' means to be married. This comes from a wedding tradition of the same name, also called jiaobeijiu, where the bride and groom drink from the same cup to symbolize that their lives have become one.

Xie Lian takes in Hua Cheng's luck and gives Hua Cheng his own luck in return, which Hua Cheng gives right back. In essence, if their lucks are symbolized by cups, they're doing the same thing as the wedding tradition.

And finally, why does the 'nullified' theory just not make sense?

Because Hua Cheng continues to be unlucky specifically until that shackle is placed on Xie Lian's ankle.

He is beaten to shit almost every time he is seen alive in Xie Lian's backstory, even the times he goes unnamed. When he is not beaten to shit, he's not living any sort of particularly lucky life. He always appears to be alone. He is often fighting other people. He dies before the age of 19, is captured and shoved into a lantern as a confused newborn ghost spirit, follows Xie Lian aimlessly to see tragedy befall him again and again, and then nearly annihilates - and only does not dissipate because of that shackle that spread Xie Lian's fortune to him.

As shown before with the State Preceptor's outburst, even as Crimson Rain Sought Flower, he still shows all the signs of being born under the Star of Solitude. As I pointed out before, even after their marriage, Xie Lian seems to run into misfortune quite often, though not the same basic unluckiness he used to before his shackle was broken.

All of this suggests pretty clearly that no true nullification happened, and what nullification did occur was from the Three Cosmic Factors of Luck; Hua Cheng's own cultivation practices and work that was only made possible by Xie Lian filling his cup to overflow with luck.

This also puts a new meaning onto that poem that Hua Cheng loves so deeply:

It's not just about separation and love. Just like the Taoist poet that wrote it said half his fate is in the devotion to Taoism and half his fate is his wife, half of Hua Cheng's life was Xie Lian, the other was the cultivation, the devotion, the work he put in to become who he did; the cultivation he did to nullify that Star of Solitude himself, to no longer be that abused little boy he hated so deeply.

[eyes-of-rock]

Staring Eyes

Part II

Paul Stanley X OC

Roxy’s POV

I take a deep breath and slump against the wall outside the KISS dressing room. Somehow, you'd think the opposite after the show is worse than before. Yet, the moment they walk off stage, they need many things, and that's my job to get them what they need.

I've been trying to advoid Paul since the incident earlier where we nearly kissed. I don't know how to face him after that. I can't deny the attraction, but know I can never go there. I mean, it would just be not good if I did. No matter how much I wish I could.

Of course, seeing him after the show, that chest glistening with sweat did not help me. The way he would slam me up against the nearest wall and get all that makeup and sweat all over me.

Roxy no. You can't think like that. God, I wish one of my bosses wasn't so hot.

Luckily, I got distracted for a bit, having the same old argument with Ace about how I’m not allowed to bring him Booze. That's one of the only rules Doc gave me—no giving Ace booze. Even though I've explained this to him a million times, he still acts like I'm the one who came up with this rule. It’s frustrating, but it's just part of the job.

Then I had to deal with Peter’s girlfriend, Gigi, who had a problem with me helping Peter in any way. Like you don't have to worry, I am not interested in your man; I'm just doing my job. I'm only interested in one of the members, and it sure isn't Peter.

Then, I had to deal with Gene. I love the guy, don't get me wrong, but he's very particular about things, and if something isn't right, he leaves it up to me to fix. I've been busy.

I'm tired, but the night isn't over yet. I try and fail to hold back a yawn. I feel my eyes getting heavy. I could fight it, but it feels so good to close them…

———————————————

Paul’s POV

I can't stop thinking about Roxy. I haven't stopped thinking about her since we met. Almost kissing her and touching her face just added fuel to the fire.

I should have just kissed her, but I hesitated. As much as I want her, I know it's a terrible idea. I don't want her to get that reputation. I could tell in her eyes she wanted me to, though. Then she panicked because of the same reason as me.

Being around her is intoxicating. It’s like one look from her, and I lose all my senses. I know it’s a bad idea, but I want it. This is going to be a challenging tour, especially if I keep letting my dick lead the charge.

I pause as I see Roxy fast asleep against the wall. I know she's trying to avoid me, but I can't just leave her. That could be dangerous.

“Roxy?” I call her gently; I don't want it to shock her awake.

She doesn't move, not even a twitch.

I walk over and squat down next to her.

“Roxy, wake up,”

Her eyes slowly open, and she looks over at me. It takes her a second to realize where she is.

“Oh, I'm so sorry.” She apologizes for what I don't know.

“It’s okay,” I tell her, getting back to my feet and offering my hand to help her back up.

“Let’s get you back to the hotel.”

“Okay.” She replies, barely coherent. I can hear how tired she is in her voice; I'm not about to let her find her way there.

“You’re coming with me in the limo,” I tell her. I know she's about to protest, but I'm not letting her.

“It’s fine, Paul. I can find my way back.” She insists, just as I predicted.

“No, you’re coming with me.” I insist back; I'm not letting her win this fight.

“Fine.” She sighs, rolling her eyes. “You’re lucky I'm too tired to fight you on this.”

“You don't like people offering you help, do you?” I comment, thinking about how earlier she was instant she could remove the makeup on her own.

“I don't.” She admits.

“Took you long enough.” Gene comments once I climb into the limo, followed by Roxy.

“Oh, and you brought Roxy.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. I know exactly what he's thinking. I’m taking her back to my room.

“Not because of why you think,” I tell him before that thought goes any further.

“If you say so,” Gene says, obviously not convinced.

I couldn't have made my crush on her that obvious. I thought it hid it pretty well. I guess not.

Roxy, sitting beside me, is already out like a light. I made the right call. I wasn't about to let something happen to her. At least this way, she's safe.

As we begin moving, she shifts in her sleep and ends up with her head on her shoulder. Oh boy. I know this isn't going to help with Gene’s suspicions. I can't wake her up, though. She looks so peaceful. Plus, I'm not exactly mad about it.

Once we pull up to the hotel, Gene turns to me.

“You better know what you're doing here.” Gene says, “She works for us.”

“I know. That's why I'm not doing anything.” I repeat myself from earlier.

“I hope that's true,” Gene says before leaving the limo.

I gently shake Roxy awake.

“We’re back at the hotel.”

“Already?” Roxy groans, sounding groggy, opening her eyes.

“Which room is yours?” I ask her if I need to make sure she makes it and doesn't fall asleep in the hallway or something.

“Umm…I forget.” She admits, reaching into her jacket pocket, probably to pull out her room key.

She pauses suddenly, looking slightly panicked.

“Oh shit Doc and Tommy are going to kill me.” She groans again, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Did you lose your room key?” I ask, trying to gauge her situation so I can help her find a solution.

“Yup.” She says, annoyed at herself, “I guess it's sleeping in the lobby for me.”

“You can't do that.” I say, “We can track down Tommy or Doc and ask them to help you get a new one.”

“Yeah…about that…this isn't the first time I've lost a key on this tour…this is about the fifth time.” She explains to me.

“Doc told me if it happened again, he was making me sleep outside my room….so that's where I'll be tonight….but I can't remember the number, so the lobby it is.”

This shocks me. Roxy has always had an air responsibility for her, so I'm surprised she lost so many room keys. This is something I would expect from Ace or Peter, not her.

“Let’s try asking the front desk,” I suggest; if we can't ask management, we might as well go straight to the source. I'm not about to let her sleep in the lobby, even if she is irresponsible.

“Not a bad plan.” She agrees, as we walked into the hotel lobby. It’s about one-thirty in the morning but there is still someone sitting at the front desk.

“Hello, how can I help you?” The woman at the front greets us with a friendly smile. That's not what I expected, considering what time it is.

“Yes, you see, I lost my room key and kept a replacement,” Roxy explains to her.

“Unfortunately, ma’am, I'm not authorized to give replacement keys. You’ll have to wait until my manager is in the morning.” The woman replies.

“Can I at least get another room?” Roxy asks next, practically pleading. “I’ll take anything.”

“Unfortunately, we’re completely booked up.” The front desk lady says, giving her a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry I can't help.”

“It's okay, thanks anyway,” Roxy replies, defeated, as she walks away.

“Well, which chair looks the most confrontable?”

I can't let her sleep on one of these very uncomfortable-looking chairs. First, who knows what someone might do to her just sleeping in the open like this? Also, I know she's tired, and I can't let her get any sleep.

“No, come on, you can sleep with me in my room,” I tell her, waving her to follow me to the elevator.

“Paul, that's very sweet of you, but won't people get the wrong idea when I walk out of your room in the morning?” Roxy asks.

“They will, but why do I care? I know we didn't do anything, and I can't with good conscience leave you here.” I tell her.

“You know what? I'm too tired to care, so let's go.” She yawns, following me into the elevator.

——————————————————

“Okay, important question here: where am I sleeping?” Roxy asks me once we walk into my suit.

It has a massive king-sized bed in the middle of the room and a few other pieces of furniture, but none of which are another bed.

I have never invited women back to my room without the intention of sleeping with them before. So, of course, we’re sleeping in the same bed. The bed is massive, so I don't see why it has to be any different; I will never pass up the chance to share my bed with a beautiful woman, even if it is just for sleeping, but that's really up to her.

“The bed is big enough for the both of us.” I point out.

“Okay, but no monkey business.” She warns me, “And we sleep in separate blankets.”

“Works for me.” I agree; I'd love to have her cuddle up to me, but I know that won't happen tonight.

“Great.” She says, taking off her jacket and draping it over one of the chairs.

Then, she separates the comforter from the other blanket on the bed. She pushes the comforter to my side and takes the other blanket on hers.

“Don’t be weird with what I'm about to do.” She warns me, “But I can't stand wearing this bra one more second.”

I want to make crude comments about that, but I hold my tongue. I know I should turn around or look away, but I physically can't.

She doesn't seem to notice or care because she reaches behind and starts unclasping her shirt. She manages to take it off without even taking off her shit.

This whole situation is suddenly screaming the beginning of some bad porno. Only one bed and the girl takes off her bra; only I know this isn't ending in me getting laid.

Her bra isn't anything you'd find typically sexy. It’s not lace or sheer or some animal print. It's just a standard full-coverage black bra. Yet the fact it came off of her breasts makes it sexy.

So much for fighting these feelings because it's not a good idea. Suddenly all I can do is imagine what her tits must look like. Okay, I'm down worse than I thought.

“That didn't seriously turn you on?” Roxy says, rolling her eyes and knocking me out of my fantasy and back into the harsh reality.

“No, of course not.” I lie, there aren't any physical sighs, so maybe she’ll believe it. However, if I had thought about it much longer, there might have been evidence.

“Okay, well, good night.” She says, lying down and pulling the blanket around her before closing her eyes to sleep.

“Good night.” I reply, knowing damn well I'm screwed now.

[anatrik]

First thoughts TTPD:

What a lana x folklore girlie win this issss!

1.Fortnight is about matty?? HAHAHAHA also why did this make me think of when holt was going running with the ladies when he was in witness protection??? Crying. Fav line has to be they were supposed to take me away but they forgot to come and get me. So sad but also so cool in relation to her cancellation/return. 10/10

2. TTPD- not so hahahaha anymore IS THIS ACTUALLY A FUCKING MATTY HEALY ALBUM??? There was a typewriter at the 1975 show she performed anti-hero at? Unless its somehow about harry? Who else is tattooed on her roster??? Or is this about herself? Kinda feel like modern idiots/who’s going to decode is directed at us lol😂 9/10?

3.My boy only breaks his favourite toys- went in expecting mad woman rage. Pleasantly surprised. king of my heart to queen of sandcastles he destroys….DESTROYED ME. Are you fucking kidding me rn? Im caling it. Best song. Im crying at 7.30 am this is not funny anymore. Also THANK YOU FOR NOT SLANDERING DAD. I knew you wouldnt let us down like that. Also the chorus sounds like long story short😭 oh this is so sad. Once i fix me hes going to miss me? He was my best friend?😭 he runs because he loves me? Stopp😭😭 1000000/10

4.Down bad- ….aaaand we’re back to MATTY AGAIN? He does not deserve this spotlight but why are all the song so goood😭😭😭 is this why artists love to date problematic men? It unlocks some extraordinary potential? Crazy crazy girl😭 also stay down (bad) 🤌🏾 shes done it again 10/10 also for personal reasons i will be believing this is about joe in that Tom/Joe/met gala overlap period when she was photographed going to the gym a lot and that this is about all that yearning please let it be about that plesplesplesplesplesples also down bad waking up in blood staring at the sky…like i lost a twin is giving bigger than the whole sky🥺

5. So long, london- so so long long, lon-don DONE? ok miss girl😭 the hoax parallels😭 dont be undoing the song i was going to play at my weddddding what is wrong with you😭 my only one my smoking gun to two graves one gun youll find someone??? Also reminds me of la la land :/ how much sad did you think I had in me? You wrote hoax so a lot ok leave us alone. crying again. 10000000000000000/10 oh lol its a track 5 ofc it is😂

6. But daddy I love him- she really said if you ever liked, shared or even LOOKED at the ‘vivaa las vegas’ memes you cant come to the wedding and shes so real for it. Lfgggg. Ubothered unhinged uhmazing. Growing up precocious sometimes means you still hold on to that princess/quarterback wattpad fantasy AS IS YOUR RIGHT QUEEN GO THE FUCK OFF🥳 100000/10 calling out toxic fandom for the first time and we love to see it🫡 this is suchhhh a happy songggg you deserve ALL the chaos and revelry.

7. Fresh out the slammer- god she gets it. Like sure he was great and he is still my biological father and everything but as a decidedly melancholy person myself who has constantly had atleast one close friend in a deep depression I can see how all that heavy lifting can just get heavy at some point especially when youre a partner and their sole lighthouse in wtv storms be out there buffeting their mental health. Its not for everyone and thats so fair and so valid but so sad as well. 10/10 for the honesty.

8. Florida- she really said girlrot summer🫡 this is the lanaest song ever. So lucky one/nothing new coded. This will be the First song I repeat and then so long london. Aaaghhh how i love a self aware melancholic anxious little superstar. 90283749292/10 thank you for giving florence an entire verse whew. Little did you know your home’s really only a town you’re just a guest in is soooo going on my body forever

9. Guilty as sin?- honestly just fuck if it means we dont have to hear about how desirable ratty healy is man ffs. IThe only reason he looks so hot is bc hes forbidden. You have to trust me on this. He’s sooo mid JESUS. U cant be writing hozier lyrics about a man that hasn’t met a shower😭 1000000/10 writing. -16392992/10 content. Unrequited love/lust truly is the greatest weapon in a poets arsenal bc where is this energy in the joe songs binch?😭 this is such a teen in love with a 26 yo creep who called me so mature for my age mom you just dont get ittt anthem😂😂

10. Who’s afraid of little old me?- is a warning 😂 im so here for it. Like yes I still hate matty with all my heart and soul but yes I agree fans should not be allowed so much of an opinion on another persons life and yes I should be afraid (I am). She said aight love letter era over I AM WRITING YOU ALL HATE MAIL AND I’M HAND DELIVERING IT. Shes sooo done pretending to be the relatable girl next door when she’s anything but and is now reminding us of it and yes yes yessss girl OWN ITTTTTTTT. I’ve been saying for agesssss that there is a darkness under all that sunshine from where she clawed her way to the top and this is sooo vindicating. 10000000000000/10 favourite song ever. Mad woman wishes she was who’s afraid of little old me. I am unwell. I am in love. This is the Taylor Swift i stan. The marketing genius the calculating business woman the puppet master with narcotics in her songs thats why we sing along🫡 she so can handle a dangerous man

11. I can fix him (no really I can)- you cant.

12. loml- ofc. OFC. Its the saddest song of all time. OFC. Fuck offf ughhhh. 😭😭😭😭😭 its giving happiness. Its giving divorce. i am a child of a broken home now and my parents still love each other and hold so much regret still. What do i do with thissss? Im just a little girl taylorrr! 1002380292011010101/10 soo so gooood.

13. I can do it with a broken heart- first of all track 13. Love it. Second of all the upbeat barbieness of it all. Third of all I FINALLY PLACED IT. Shes in her unrelatable era. She is not your girl next door. You will never understand her life. She is as much a phenomenon as a person and we literally only see as much as she allows us to and honestly if i have to get put in my place theres noooo better way to have it done. Im having such a great time actually. 10 BILLION TRILLION OUT OF 10 you tellll em girl you FUCKING TELL EM.

14. Smallest man who ever lived- not going to speculate on who it is bc they clearly had a serious problem and its not a joke but damn :/ thats so sad :/ hope they get help? Didnt expect this to be what the song was about at all?

15. The alchemy- she said TRAVIS IS MY BOY WITH HER WHOLE CHEST😌 10/10

16. Clara bow- did she just name drop herself ? I was so right about unrelatable era. Also the Subtle nod to olivia/sabrina noted and appreciated. Lucky one/castles crumbling (mature version) fr fr. Solid legacy song.

17. The black dog- shared your secrets with and location is the same whiplash as a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground with no one around to tweet it🤌🏾 joe songs hit so so different 😭😭😭 1000000000/10

18. imgonnagetyouback- the valiant roar was not so valiant and more of a mew i guess. 7/10

19. The albatross- oh this is the ONE. The album defining song for sureeee. Mad woman on coke. A rose by any other name is a scandal???? Thats my religion right there. Little last great American dynasty twist there at the end! Fuck yea. She does reallly try to warn the men in her life have to give her that. One gazillion/10

20. Clearly god has favourites and they are the ppl called chloe or sam or sophia or marcus😭 ALSO this song is about joe for sure. The internet starlet hasss to be delaney rowe!!!! It HAS TO BE. 10/10

21. How did it end?- shes back for the fans😂 plot twist the breakup is with yall🤌🏾 but yesss say it louder! One gasp and then how did it end. So good. 100/10

22. So high school- lmao aristotle grand theft auto ONLYY taylor swift man😭😂 you know what you want and boy you got her🫡🫡 11/10

23. I hate it here- mother’s having a mental breakdown kids yk the drill🤌🏾 10/10

24. ThanK you aIMiee- what better way to say fuck you to a hater than to thank her for jumpstarting your legacy my god!!! She is insane for this. The capitalisation is a bit petty tho ngl. 8/10

25. I look in peoples windows- once again I thank you for the kindness and respect shown to joe. Never doubted you but thank you nevertheless. 10/10 short as nice to have a friend but it didnt need to be longer.

26. The prophecy- its so sad and humbling to see even a woman at where she is having to beg for love bc that literally is the nature of love. Something humiliating, to have to beg for 🤷‍♀️ cards playing out like fools in a fable cursed like eve got bitten. No one writes like her damn. 10/10

27. Cassandra- very madeline miller on this one. Love love loveee modern takes on tragic greek women. 100/10

28. Peter- ah fuck. This one is going to hurt (it did). 1000000/10 my ribs get the feeling she did😭 all her joe related aches are so bone deeeep ugh. Promises oceans deep but never to keep😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 oh god it hurtsss it hurts it hurtss

29. The bolter- curious child ever reviled except by her father wow.

30. Robin- OMG! I needed this song growing up sooo bad. That way to go tiger felt so so warm like running into a kitchen after a day of being in the mud and u tell ur mum the silly things u did and shes genuinely interested and impressed by your smol victories. A bajillion/10

31. The manuscript- postmortem of every ex ever🤌🏾 love it.

[equalidran]

just gonna come out and say this now super super ahead of the curve

if miracle of miracles happens and we still have elections in four years and we get a democratic president. it doesn't matter if it's white guy centrist number 3000 or we actually manage to switch it up again. if we get a democratic president they are going to be promising the moon on the campaign trail. but i NEED you all to understand the consequences of this presidency first.

it doesn't matter what progressive promises they make. i am telling you now that this trump presidency is going to strip everything so far back that we aren't going to have much room for progressive policies. that president is going to fight for their life to return to where we are right now under biden and will be blamed for not doing anything at all. you need to understand this. even if you aren't directly affected in the coming years you need to understand how bad this is.

trump has a trifecta. do you understand this? he has not only a majority in the senate but in the supreme court as well as the presidency. there's a very real possibility he'll win the house too. this means he will have a very, very easy time to pass anything and everything he wants. read the project 2025 outline. that's what he wants.

and im telling you right now. unless there's some magical swing in the electorate, the next democratic president is going to barely scrape into office by the skin of their teeth. i have no hope in getting congress. the supreme court is lost to us. so im TELLING you. the next democratic president is going to fight for their life to achieve anything at all. the president cannot unilaterally decide to do anything. trump probably will, because he's a dictatorial idiot and he has a trifecta and they won't stop him. but the next democrat down the line? they would be lucky to even propose an idea of a bill.

worst case scenario here is it's gridlock entirely. this current congress (not the newly elected one) is known as the least effective in history, and some things are still getting passed. it could be that a hostile congress flat out refuses to do anything the new president says. and that's not good at all and they look like a failure and im telling you now that they are and always will be working within the bounds of our system and are trying their best.

"the system is rotten so just tear it down! then we'll get something done!" forgive me for not putting any faith in your revolution here. that one tweet about not voting in favor of firebombing a walmart and then never firebombing a walmart. anyway back to the way things actually work.

even if they're able to pass things, the democratic president will be starting from so much further back than harris would have if she'd won. do you know how bad things were when trump was president the first time? not only the big, obvious things, but the tiny problems he caused that the layperson would never think about.

did you know he fired nearly the entire appointed staff of the state department (not entirely out of the question for a new administration who wants to put their own people in positions, but it's usually not the ENTIRE staff, only higher level diplomats) and then never refilled so many of those positions? did you know part of project 2025 calls for the dismissal of every unloyal staff member in government and replacing them with loyal members?

these are the kinds of things the new president will be facing. with a hostile congress and a hostile staff, they have to start small by pure necessity. they will fight to bring the us back to where it was in 2024 and it will look like they've done nothing and you will not understand the work it takes to even get that far. so im telling you that now.

if there's somehow a democratic supermajority things would look a lot different. but i don't have any hope for that. best i can reasonably hope for is retaking congress in 2026 so things don't go too bad. worst case scenario there is no 2026.

the solution here, the way to see actual progress, is to vote democrat ALL the way down the ballot in every election forever. independents do not have a chance at the presidency in the two party system, but they do have a chance in congress, provided of course you know they're going to win. and when there's democratic victory after democratic victory, then we can safely move on to progressives. im telling you now that this is a strategy not morality. maga and the tea party and the heritage foundation did this over the course of fifty years; it will take at least that much to do it our way. but we need to work together and we need to be smart about this.

so when the next democrat shows up and doesn't seem to be doing anything at all despite the shiny promises they made on the trail, look closer. see what's holding them back. and get rid of it. and THEN yell at them for not using the unobstructed path.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Jackrory please?

im always turning over that concept of jack during a good man goes to war, we couldve had it all. so let’s set the scene there.

They split recruitment down the middle. The Doctor sends Rory to pick up a man called Captain Jack Harkness (“Remember the Captain bit, that’s important.”) and so Rory walks down the corridor of a space freighter looking for the room the Doctor said he’d probably be in. The whole place is hissing and rumbling around him, a starship that feels like it’s holding together worse than the TARDIS sometimes does. He keeps a hand on the hilt of his sword, no matter how ridiculous he feels.

It’s not the outfit. It’s the location, the overwhelming awareness that he’s out of place. It’s better than the other option: nauseating disorientation, like his brain is pulling him down two paths at once, a life lived and a life remembered. The armor is grounding, and that’s what keeps him moving forward. He knows the weight of it better than anything else he’s ever worn, the way it rubs against his skin, exactly how to turn to maximize the defense of it.

Rory rounds a corner, and without ever having met him before, he knows he’s looking at Jack.

Rory’s never seen that style of clothes in fashion. Rory’s lived through the wartimes it spanned.

Jack looks back at him, hard not to when he stands out like a sore thumb. His eyes light up. Rory doesn’t get a word out of his mouth before Jack’s coming closer, moving just on the edge of breaking into a sprint. He grasps Rory’s cheeks between his hands and kisses him. Rory squeaks.

It should be too hard, awkward, uncomfortable, but there’s too much practice behind it to be a bad kiss. Rory’s left gasping as Jack pulls back. Jack runs his thumb over Rory’s cheek sweetly before he drops his hands again.

“I’m-” Rory’s plan is in pieces right now. Everything he was supposed to tell Jack got stolen right out of his mouth. Jack is grinning, and Rory knows that expression too well. Heartbreak and devotion are always two sides of the same coin. “The Doctor-” Rory tries again.

“I know,” Jack says, giddy. He’s looking Rory up and down. “I like this look on you. Very classical.”

“No. No, I mean- I’m not the Doctor, the Doctor sent me with a message for- For you.” Jack’s eyes widen. Rory knows what comes next, the acceptance and dismissal. After all, he’s just Rory. He’s just the messenger. And he’s okay with that, he tells himself, so long as the message saves Amy. One day, he’s going to believe himself.

“Oh,” Jack says, and then his smile changes but doesn’t become any less excited. “I didn’t think a soldier would be the Doctor’s type.”

“I’m… a nurse?” Rory says, awkwardly.

“Well, hello, nurse.” Jack eyes him again, and Rory is suddenly very aware that Romans didn’t have the greatest opinions on pants. “Is there a name that comes with that?”

“Rory.”

“Rory. Cute. The Doctor needs me?” There’s a hopeful rise to that question.

“He- It’s me. I need help. You’re helping the Doctor help me. Please.” Jack nods. Rory’s not sure how he could understand—who he even is, really, besides someone who’d greet the Doctor with a kiss and then not even be that disappointed that it wasn’t really the Doctor, like Rory’s as good a prize to win—but he gets the feeling that Jack does, somehow.

“You don’t have to ask twice,” Jack says. “Either of you.” He claps a hand on Rory’s shoulder and leaves it there, warm just at the side of Rory’s neck. It’s a little distracting. “Lucky I travel light. Where are we headed?”