#it’s 3 am and I’m so tired but I’ve finally done this and I’m finished and now I can sleep

[writtenfoxscreams]

Been procrastinating on posting this for so friken long now for no reason, but I finally got my ass in gear, so hear are some things I wanted to say a while ago, but never did cause my brain is bad:

So. I did not expect this to blow up as fast as it did (or really at all), but since it did, I thought might reblog to explain some stuff.

First thing, this chart is a joke. I posted it as a joke. Please do not take it as this great guide for Jewish holidays. It is silly and goofy, and should be treated as such.

Second thing—cause I saw some people taking and asking about it—the new years. So, in Judaism there are four new years that are talked about in the Mishnah. They are:

- Aleph B’Nissan: the first of Nissan is the New Year for Kings and Festivals (also, the first day of the year according to the Torah).

- Aleph B’Elul: the first of Elul is the New Year for Animals, specifically Animal Tithes.

- Aleph B’Tishrei: the first of Tishrei a.k.a Rosh HaShanah, the New Year of New Years.

- Tet Vav B’Shvat: the fifteenth of Shvat a.k.a Tu B’Shvat, the New Year for Trees.

Aside from Tu B’Shvat, I’m not really sure what they have to do with trees, and I mean, we don’t actually celebrate the New Years for Kings and Animals anymore cause we don’t have the Beit HaMikdash, but anyways, now you (and me too actually) know.

Oh also, the Yes? for Lag B’Omer in the ‘they tried to kill us’ row is probably cause Hashem was doing the killing there, not people.

Also, also, no one asked about this, but I thought I should mention it anyway: the fast day of Tisha B’Av is not a holiday, but the only other major fast day (Yom Kippur), so, cause it wouldn’t make sense for it to just be by itself, it go grouped with the major holidays.

And last thing, the amount of holidays here that relate to trees (or rather, nature and plants in general) is actually a little misleading.

The holidays, Hoshana Raba, Shmeni Atzeret, Simchat Torah are all actually under/grouped withthe holiday, Sukkot. Sukkot is the Jewish Harvest holiday where we build a hut of sorts called a Sukkah (Sukkot is the plural), and eat, or even sleep, in it for the duration of the holiday (a week).

Hoshana Raba is day number seven. We have specific traditions that we do on that day which is why it has its own, separate name.

It’s a little different with Shmeni Atzeret (literally, ‘the eighth day’) though, cause it is actually a different holiday, but still connected to Sukkot, while Simchat Torah is a much newer concept that’s not biblical.

Basically, the rabbis decided that it would be easier to separate the traditions for Shmeni Atzeret into two days (only outside of Israel though), so they added Simchat Torah on, and that’s how we do it today.

Okay, I think that’s everything. Wow, that’s a lot. I tried to break it into smaller pieces, so it would be easier to read, but I don’t know how much it helped. I hope it did at least a little though.

I’ve also been recently informed that this chart was created by @jewish-kulindadromeus. So, all credit goes to them of course.

But yeah. Hope that explained some things, and an early Pesach Semeach to my fellow Jews, as well as a Happy Easter and a Ramadan Mubarak to any Christians or Muslims who see this. Love you all!! <3333

So, I know that quite a few people know the Jewish joke: “they tried to killed us, we survived, let’s eat”, and a friend found this chart years ago explaining all the Jewish holidays and fast days through that joke, with one very important addition: TREES.

And since today was Tu B’Shvat, I found myself thinking that this would be a great day to share it.

Enjoy :)) and hag sameach!! <333

[slvtforfiction]

Could you pls write a Johnnie guilbert x f! Reader where reader is a famous song writer and she’s up late at night like around 2:00-3:00 am working on a new song and Johnnie is sick and tired of her staying up all night and not taking care of herself so one night he gets up and hauls her ass to bed and when reader try’s to protest he tells her to stfu and plops right on top of her so she can’t go nowhere.

☆ Ahhhhh yes omg thank you anon x

☆ Sorry it’s short ☹️

☆ Johnnie Guilbert X Reader

☆ Fluff

☆ If you are going to request: please check at the pinned post if requests are open,otherwise I will delete your requests which I have already been doing

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

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“Pumpkin,come to bed.” Johnnie whispered as I shook my head, “I can’t,I have to finish these lyrics.” I whispered as I barely looked away from my computer screen.

“When will you come to bed? It’s already midnight.” He told me and I nodded my head, “I know,I’ll be in bed by one,I promise,but I really have to finish this.” I told him with a sigh.

“If you’re not in bed by one,I’m turning off your pc.” He told me jokingly and I giggled, “Sure.” I said lightheartedly with a smile.

I continued to write as Johnnie walked off to bed,I had to finish these lyrics because the deadline was in three days,I was already behind and if I didn’t get this posted to them I would be worse off.

The amount of emails I was getting about the deadline was finally getting to me,the pressure put on me was keeping me up at night.

Ironically enough it was a song about the love between two people.I’ve always loved Johnnie,since the moment I saw him,so the second I got the chance at a love song I took it.

I hummed a tune to myself,listening to the beat of a song and editing the lyrics to fit the best I could. I knew I would end up scrapping and editing a few lines but I didn’t mind,as long as I got a base for my writing.

“You’re my my my lover~” I sung softly to myself as I checked if the lyrics matched the beat.

It was the most ironic situation I’ve been placed in,Johnnie was always looking out for me,taking mental health days off with me and always making sure I got enough sleep,he was the perfect example for a boyfriend.

I hummed softly to myself as I mind mapped some feelings for the song,the best I got up to was :

•love

•kindness

•looking out for people

•Caring

This was before I realised I was writing a song about Johnnie essentially. I was listing everything Johnnie had done for me,past and present. Johnnie was the perfect model for any love song.

I sit there tapping my pen against my paper,slowly running out of ideas before I edit a few more words.

“This is our place.” I hum to myself and quickly edit the line before I forget to,I smile as I realise i have my own house with the person I love. The realisation pulling a smile into my face.

“Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?” I whisper as I read out the lyrics,humming the tune to myself. This had become a love song about Johnnie and no one would know,I laugh to myself at the actualisation.

And before I knew it the click of the clock on my laptop changed the time to 1am, “Hey sweetheart,I need you to come to bed please,this isn’t good for you.” Johnnie whispered standing in the doorframe.

“Five more minutes,” I say as I look up at him, “Please!” I whisper to him as I see the disapproval sat on his face. “Okay,but after that im gonna have to drag you to bed.” He laughs but I know he would probably do that.

I mean ; not literally but Johnnie would drag me kicking and screaming if that’s what he had to do to get me to snuggle up to him in bed and sleep.

I edit a few lyrics and words before resting my head on the desk for a brief moment. A brief moment then turns into Johnnie tapping my arm, “Love wake up,you can’t sleep here,come to bed.” He whispers lovingly.

“No I have to finish this.” I say quietly looking up at him, “No,you’re coming to bed come on.” He says as he picks me up by the waist,holding me up to his waist without a reaction.

“Okay.” I whisper quietly.Tiredly I rest my head on his shoulder as we walk into our shared room,i strip myself of my clothes and put on my Pyjamas before huddling up in bed next to Johnnie.

“I love you.” I whispered as I kiss his cheek, “I love you too,princess.” He whispers before I drift of back into sleep.

[kaylatoonz]

I apologize in advance for the person I become when the next few sonic movie 3 trailer come out rather Amy excluded from the film or if some miracle she is in it.

I'm seriously considering taking a break from sonic after this years maybe move toward my other hyperfixations like trolls… maybe.

The constant hate and the need to “fix” a character that ain't broken is getting on my nerves. If it was just the majority or minority of the fandom I can probably get over it, but the writers/sega too!

I have experienced, hate and misinformation being spread about other series and characters I’ve liked but I never experience the amount of bull that is the sonic franchise/community when it comes to Amy Rose.

It tiring and disheartening to see Amy fans and sonamy fan get kicked down at their lowest or at their highest. Everytime I think things are finally getting back on the right track with Amy’s characterization they take another several steps backwards.

So here what I’m going to do for now.

I’m gonna try to finish the character sheets for movie Amy and metal AU and give a synopsis on what it’s about. (still might be a while since I’m working on other stuff).

The comic involving the AU will be on hiatus until I find motivation to do it again😓.

If I feel up to it after I’m done with the character sheets, I’ll continue drawing the other movie Amy au ideas.

As for the fanfic… hiatus for now, unfortunately. It’s just a one-shot but it's like pulling teeth to write this thing🥲. And the added fact that I am losing motivation for creating sonic content is making it harder.

Lastly, I’ll try to take a break from Twitter and maybe mute or block anything involving ” Amy is better off with her “obsession” with sonic Being removed because it was her only character trait now she can be a “good”character”😑(maybe on Tumblr too).

At this point, I’m gonna just skip shadow generations for now too. Most of the leaks made me more and more disinterested in the DLC. In a recent leak I heard that they might’ve removed any mention that Amy had involvement with shadow turning a new leaf.😤

Unless something really interesting happens in the shadow story I don’t think I want to see anything.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I finished Luigi’s Mansion 3 it was so fun, it was my first Luigi game, definitely wanna play more.

I have Assassins Creed Valhalla waiting for me to start but I’ve spent most of today in a desperate exhausted fugue state in which I’m incapable of resting while desperately needing rest and my brain can’t conceptualize new content.

I was so frantically busy this morning I literally forgot my thyroid pill, forgot to eat breakfast, realized I hadn’t done either critical activities then had to wait for the pill to digest until I could eat. I got to breakfast at 1pm. I went for a vial test for my allergy shots, hauled my ass to the pharmacy for more pills, cleaned the litter box, wrapped holiday gifts, and started digging a bunch of clutter out of the closet to get trashed or donated.

Forced myself to lay down finally but my head is just Going and my exhaustion is not and I am caught in the jaws of both. I can’t settle to reading. Ultimately I feel like sitting and watching Over the Garden Wall would fix me but I’d have to sit up at my computer and I’m too tired for that.

[nanowrimo]

5 Tips for Building a Sustainable Writing Practice

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We’ve all heard the advice to “write every day,” as if it were that easy! Translation: suck it up, no one cares if you’re tired. But what if there was another way to get writing done, without being unkind to yourself? 

Hi, I’m Ariana Brown, and I teach writers how to create a writing practice that is sustainable, flexible, and fulfilling. Most of my students are chronically ill, disabled, neurodivergent, or simply exhausted from the daily stresses of life. I know writing isn’t your only responsibility—capitalism makes sure of that! But I strongly believe that writing should be an enjoyable activity you look forward to.

Below I’ve compiled my top tips for exhausted writers who want to be kinder to themselves—and still get the work done.

1. Add pleasure to your writing routine.

Sensory pleasures are neither frivolous nor are they only for children. They’re a crucial part of being alive! They give us something to look forward to when times are tough and we need motivation. Candles, soft blankets, cold beverages, mood lighting, dance breaks, yummy treats—whatever you choose, make sure it’s something you love. Paint your nails a fun color so you have something beautiful to look at while you’re typing away. Make a playlist of your favorite songs and after you finish a chapter, blast one song so loudly you have to get up and dance. Then, get back to writing. Remember, even for the most focused among us, pleasure is a better motivator than shame.

2. Be clear about your intentions.

What brought you to writing in the first place? For some, it was the ability to escape into our imaginations. For others, it was the chance to finally express what we’d been holding inside. Identify your reason for writing, then ask yourself: Am I still enjoying this? Do I still feel connected to my reason for writing? If not, explore how you can strengthen your connection to your inner child’s reason for writing. 

3. Work with your brain, not against it.

If we know that everyone’s brain works differently, why do we force strict discipline and linear processes on ourselves? My advice: find or create a writing process that works for you. Maybe you love outlines; maybe you prefer to see where the words take you. Either way, make space for wandering, play, and discovery as you write. Take brain breaks. Doodle, map, dance, and draw when you get distracted. Body double with other writers, try new exercises and prompts to make the writing sing, and take plenty of breaks to stretch your body and talk to friends. We come to writing with our whole selves. Listen to your body, don’t shut it off.

4. Find a writing community.

You don’t have to wait for a community to come to you! I offer co-writing sessions on Zoom four times a month for my Patreon supporters, but do what works for you. Attend local open mics as an audience member and cheer on your peers. Invite your best friends to your living room once a month for a two hour writing/crafting session. Or check your local library and bookstores for free workshops and author events. You don’t have to do this work alone.

5. Develop a gratitude practice.

Finishing your draft is a huge accomplishment, but it’s not the only milestone to be celebrated. Consider creating opportunities to thank yourself throughout your writing practice. You’re doing an amazing and difficult thing. The fact that you keep showing up is worthy of celebration. Whether you decide to journal, rest, pray, meditate, or reward yourself, a little gratitude goes a long way.

Ariana Brown is a queer writer from San Antonio, TX, based in Houston. She is the author of We Are Owed (Grieveland, 2021) and Sana Sana (Game Over Books, 2020), and a national collegiate poetry slam champion. Ariana holds an MFA in Poetry, MS in Library and Information Science, and a BA in African Diaspora Studies and Mexican American Studies. She has been writing, teaching, and performing for over a decade. Follow her online @ArianaThePoet and www.arianabrown.com. 

[gyuuberryy]

sleepy smiles

pairing: soobin x reader summary: you comfort soobin after he has a really bad day. genre: fluff, comfort, established relationship warnings: mentions of crying, kisses, tooth rotting fluff note: i’ve finally gotten back to writing since my boards are finally over, i’m so glad to be back!!! word count: 1.1k If you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

the rain poured harshly, drops the size of coins pelting down mercilessly on anyone who dared to be outside. 

you couldn’t see a thing outside of your apartment’s window, the thick blanket of rain not even letting the orange glow from the street lamps diffuse through. humming to yourself, you turned back towards the stove where your ramen had been boiling. smacking your lips in glee, you hovered over the metal pot and watched as your noodles boiled in the thick, bubbly broth.

at the sound of the doorbell, you turned the stovetop to the lowest setting. wiping your hands on your pants, you made your way towards the main door. 

upon opening the door, you were met with the sight of your drenched and shivering boyfriend looking at you with droopy eyes. you gasped at his miserable condition and ushered him inside.

“soobin it’s raining so heavily today, you didn’t even tell me you were coming over!” you fussed and sat him down in a big and cushy armchair, “i would’ve picked you up or brought an umbrella to the bus stop.” 

“i didn’t want to cause you any trouble”, soobin murmured softly. “and i really need you right now.”

you sighed in concern and gently pushed his wet bangs away from his face. planting a small kiss on his forehead, you cupped his face and smiled at him. 

“your needs will never trouble me binnie, i’m always here for you.”

he gave a small smile in appreciation and whispered a ‘thank you’.

you pulled away and started walking towards the kitchen. “go take a shower and freshen up.” pouting at the overcooked noodles you turned the gas off and looked at soobin, “i’ll put out your clothes for you and make you some ramen.”

he only blankly stared at the wall in front of him.

“soobin?”

your voice brought him out of his thoughts and he slowly stood up, “yeah i-i’ll go do that.”

you watched him worriedly as he sluggishly walked towards the bathroom. he seemed so out of it today. you hadn’t seen him so worn out and dejected in a long time. frowning, you started on another fresh batch of ramen for him.

you were looking through your cupboard for clothes soobin had left from his previous visits when you stopped at the sound of soft sobs coming from the bathroom. as much as you wanted to knock on the door and ask him what was wrong, you decided on giving him privacy. placing his clothes and a towel on the bed, you silently walked away to the kitchen to serve the food.

you had only just finished garnishing the noodles when the soft pattering of feet made you turn around. “take a seat love, i’ve already put your clothes in the washing machine.”

soobin nodded and pulled a chair to sit down. his face lit up when you placed a steaming, hot bowl of ramen right in front of him. he immediately thanked you and dug into the food, making you smile.

a comfortable silence hung between you both, save for the occasional slurping. once you both were done, you picked up the dirty dishes and filled them up with water to be washed later. wiping your hands on a towel you turned back towards soobin.

“so, what do you wanna do now?”

the only response you got was a shrug of his shoulders so you suggested watching a movie since he seemed too tired to do anything else, to which he agreed.

grabbing the neatly folded blankets kept on the sofa, soobin wrapped the both of you in it and shuffled closer to you. you were only twenty minutes through the movie when soobin spoke up.

“i suddenly feel so sleepy.” he rubbed his eyes, “i can barely keep my eyes open.”

you turned to face him and frowned in concern, “you must be exhausted.” 

“am i?”, he hummed and fiddled with a loose thread protruding from the blanket.

you smiled and grabbed his hand, “you should lie down and get some sleep.”

he grinned and immediately lay down, his head finding place on your lap. “is this okay?”

you giggled and shifted so you both were in a comfortable position. carding your fingers through his damp hair, you admired his handsome face. the colourful lights from the television danced across his smooth skin, highlighting his features. you couldn’t resist placing a kiss on his forehead which caused his eyes to slowly flutter open.

“oh no, did i wake you up?” you brought a hand to your mouth, “i’m so sorry binnie, go back to sleep.”

he only smiled sleepily at your words and clasped your raised hand, “give me another one.”

you rolled your eyes but complied anyway. at his continuous demands, you peppered soft kisses all over his face; his nose, cheeks(dimples!), eyes and finally a longer one on his lips.

pulling away you tried to look at everything but his eyes, no matter how long you both had been together, he would always make you nervous after intimate moments like this. to make matters worse, you were left a blushing mess at his next words.

“i love you so much.”

finally looking into his eyes that were gazing right back at you, you repeated his words back with a shy smile.

he gave you an adorable smile, his eyes turning into crescents. “i knew i made the right decision by coming over, you’re really my comfort person.”

taking a deep breath, he continued, “i had a horrible day today, i felt like everyone was mad at me because i kept messing everything up.” his smile turned into a sad pout as he recollected the day’s memories.

“i swear, it was like the universe had some sort of grudge against me today.” he winced, “you could literally make an ‘embarrassing fails’ compilation out of today’s events and it would go viral.”

you gave him a sympathetic smile, “i’m sorry you had to go through that, don’t worry about it though everyone has their bad days. it won’t get any worse after today.” 

“i really hope so.”

after a moment of looking at you with fond eyes, he broke the silence, “you really brightened up my mood.” he interlocked his fingers with yours, “i love living such simple and comfortable moments with you, you’re the best.”

you beamed at his words, “me too bin, you’re my comfort person as well.” you were glad that you were able to make him forget about his unfortunate day, he seemed more like himself now.

you were broken out of your thoughts when soobin flashed you a cheeky grin.

“how about you give me another kiss, just to ensure i have a good day tomorrow?” 

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[sucka4pain]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 ♡︎

After dating for so long, you have finally gained Hobie’s trust enough to play with his hair

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, pet names (love, darling, babe,) Hobie being a teaser, and just sweet sweet fluff<3

A/n: it’s like 4 am and I decided to write this small thing so I apologize for any spelling mistakes, I’m really tired lmao:)

“Please!!” Y/n practically begged.

“No issa’ no babe.” Hobie spoke as he continued to dry off his wet body after he finished his shower. He looked behind him to see her still looking at him with a small pout on her face.

“Ya’ know I don’t like people touchin ma’ hair darling.” He said before walking out the bathroom and to their shared bedroom with Y/n following behind him, still begging to play with his hair.

She sits down on the bed as she watches Hobie change into some clothes. “Not only that, ma’ hair takes time to manage. So if ya’ mess it up, you gon have ta fix it ya?” He asked as she nodded excitedly.

“You’re lucky I’ve been datin you long enough for ya’ to gain my trust to play wit ma hair.” He sits between her legs with his back turned to her.

“Have fun, just don’t mess it up..” He mutters making Y/n smile. She carefully lifts up one of her hands and gently placed it on his hair.

Wow..it’s so soft!

She thought as her smile got bigger. Her fingertips carefully played with his coiled curls and try’s her best to not mess up his hair or get it tangled.

And it smells good too! I wonder what products he uses

The scent of Hobie’s hair filled Y/n’s nose as she softly digger her fingers deeper into his hair until the tips of her fingers were met with his scalp. The tips of her nails scratched his scalp making him hum and roll his head up against her fingers.

“That feels nice?” She asked.

“Nice? It feels fuckin’ amazing, should have trusted you more earlier if dis is what it felt like.” He ranted but then silencing himself shortly after to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere and the feeling of Y/n’s fingers play with his hair and massage his scalp.

She continued to massage his head before sneaking in her other hand to give him double relaxation. The second he feels her other hand in his hair as it played with his curls and her original hand still massaged his head, he felt like he was in heaven.

He laid his head back on her lap and looked up at her. “You’re really cute from here love.” He told her making her face turn red. He smirks seeing her flushed face and continuing to let out hums in satisfaction from the pleasure he’s getting.

“Enjoy this moment, don’t be a tease now.” She told him as her hands switched jobs. The hand that was playing with his hair is now massaging his scalp and the one that was massaging his scalp is now playing with his curls.

“By the way, what products do you use? Your hair smells amazing!” She spoke as he opened his eyes and smiles yet again.

“ ‘m not sure love, why don’t ya join me next time to find out for ya self hm?” He says as his smirk grew wider seeing her face get flushed again.

She removed her hands from his hair and crossed her arms. “Alright I’m done.” She said looking away to try to give her face some time to relax from the teasing that Hobie was giving her.

“Ya can’t be mad at me for too long babe.” He said chuckling as his lanky arms reached for her hands and puts her hands back on his hair.

“You wanted this, so enjoy it while it lasts ya?” He cocked a brow while grinning.

2023-2024©𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐚4𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧-- 𝐃𝗼 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝗺 𝗼𝐫 𝐜𝗼𝐩𝐲 𝗺𝐲 𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐤-- 𝐜𝗼𝗺𝗺𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝗼𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐝!!

[snakxreader]

I know this is like SUPER gay of me but could you pretty please give us (and me) some floofty worked too hard and reader/buddy had to convince them to REST FOR ONCE

Please and thank you

A/N: HI HELLO! ITS THE BITCH WHO NEEDS A BETTER UPLOAD SCHEDULE. Thankfully, tomorrow is the last exam before break!!! And I’m gonna be on vacay the whole time so!! Lots of writing to be done! This blog is not dying anytime soon I swear on my heart.

Enough rambling. I really did enjoy writing this fanfic! I haven’t done a Floofty x Reader before, but I like to think while they’ve still got a few walls and that stubbornness…they can be open and emotional vulnerable around their parent. With that said, I hope they’ve been done justice!!

Floofty x Reader (Rest Up)

“It is 3 AM, why won’t you just go to bed?”

You watch Floofty’s tired, groggily body turn to face you, squinting like a hairless cat that had been out in the sun too long.

“I am,” they state, eyebags growing eyebags under their eyes,”Perfeeeeectly fine.”

“You’re slurring your words.”

“Irrelevant.” Floofty dimissies, waving you off. They turn back around, carefully typing while looking at the notes they took during their experiments.

You click your teeth. You loved Floofty, you really did. But you always had to be a bit concerned when they did things like this, burying themselves in their work and ignoring their mental and physical health.

“Floofty, when was the last time you even ate? Slept??” You questioned, almost like a demand.

That second of hesitation speaks volumes. “Everything,” Floofty finally answers, “-is fine.”

“Floofty.”

They avoid your eyes. “I just…I just need to finish these notes.”

“Floofty.”

“Just….” They yawned. They sighed, pushing their goggles up on their face. “…I have to do this.”

You don’t respond for a bi, letting the silence echo for a moment before sighing. You walk towards your partner and hold their paw up, gently holding it alongside your own. Floofty sighs, exhaustion in their town.

“…I just…it doesn’t feel like I’ve gotten anywjeee as of late.” They mumble. “My research is hitting a dead end, either due to my own inability to catch Bugsnax or lack of volunteers beside myself.”

“You’d know I’d help you in a heartbeat, right?”

Floofty huffs. “I don’t want to risk hurting you.”

“So you rather hurt yourself?”

They fall very quiet after that one. You nuzzle into their neck, feeling them purr softly.

“I promise to help you in someway.” You state. “But it’s late, love. Let’s go to bed.” You take a bit of pride in the bristle of their fur at the mention of the l-bomb.

“Y-you know I could care less for petnames…” They respone, a faint stutter in their voice. There’s no malice either. You’re finally able to pull the purple grumpus from their seat, taking off their bow tie and goggles.

“Was that so hard?” You ask teasingly.

“Shush.” They grumble, cozying up to you in the bed.

You giggle slightly, brushing their locs back just to kiss their forehead. “Love you, Floofty. Sleep well, ok?”

“Hmm…..Love you too.” It’s quiet, but that’s ok. Because it’s for your ears only. And so is the sound of their soft snores that drift you off to sleep right with them.

[jpmarvel90]

I'm just so tired

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Word Count: 3342

Relationship: Scarlett x Reader

Summary: Y/n is struggling with a demanding job whilst Scarlett is away filming, with no idea the toll it's taking on her girlfriend.

Y/N’s POV:

It’s 9pm and I’m finally driving home from work. I really hate my job. After I left college, I got what I thought was my dream job working at a global marketing firm. But boy was I wrong. The management team treated their staff like shit and the pay was crap. When I first started working there, I had to get a second job at a café just to be able to pay rent.

Thankfully, my second job brought me the one greatest happiness in my life, and that’s my girlfriend, Scarlett Johansson. Yep, you heard me right, me a small town girl working two jobs, is dating THE Black Widow. She would come into the shop 3 times a week on her way to set and would always take the time to chat. Over time our chats became more flirty before she finally asked me out on a date.

That was just over a year ago. I’ve had a promotion at work, so I was able to quit my job at the café, which in turned allowed me to have more time with Scarlett. That was until my stupid boss started to hammer me with more work than anyone else, setting ridiculous deadlines. Unfortunately finish at 9pm was not a rarity.

I feel so run down and lost. I thought I had everything planned out, but I any enthusiasm I had for doing this job, for being in this marketing world was gone. I could feel the tears starting to roll down my cheeks as I drove home. All I wanted to do was get home and cuddle my girlfriend. But I can’t. She’s been in Atlanta filming for the last month.

We’ve spoken as often as we can, but as filming has picked up it’s become hard to talk. I dropped her a text before I left work to see if she was free for a call this evening, but I didn’t expect a response. So here I am trudging up to my apartment ready to collapse on my bed.

Just as I open my door, my phone starts to ring, and the name causes me to smile for the first time today.

Y/N: Hey Babe, how are you?

Scarlett: Hey gorgeous, I’m doing better now I’m talking to you. How was your day?

Y/N: It was busy, I’m just getting back to my apartment now.

Scarlett: Babe, it’s like nine thirty. Why are you so late?

Y/N: Oh, it was just a busy day and I’ve got a deadline tomorrow so needed to get it done. Anyway, how is filming going?

Scarlett: Filming’s fine. You sound tired. Are you sure you’re ok?

I paused for a moment, trying so hard to stop my tears from falling. I hadn’t told Scarlett how bad work was. She had so much going on that I didn’t want to bother her with it.

Scarlett: Babe? I want to see your face; I’m switching to face time.

Y/N: No, I’m fine. It’s just been a rough couple of weeks. I’m fine….

Facetime request

I reluctantly accept knowing that either way she’s going to know something is wrong.

Y/N: Ah man, did you have to tease me being in costume?

I try to lighten the mood and move the conversation on but it’s not working.

Scarlett: Have you been crying? Babe, please tell me what’s wrong.

Y/N: I’m just tired. Like I said, work has been busy, you know what my emotions are like when I’m tired.

Scarlett: Y/N, don’t lie to me. In the year I’ve known you, I think I’ve only seen you cry twice. Just because I’m not with you, doesn’t mean I don’t want to be there for you. Now please, tell me what’s wrong.

Her face contorts into a worried frown and it causes me to cry but I’m able to prevent a full-on crying session from ensuing. 

Y/N: I’m just so tired. I don’t know how much longer I can push myself. I’m not getting anywhere at work. I’m getting more work but no benefits. I just feel like my whole life is revolving around work, there’s no time for anything else.

Scarlett’s face turns soft, and I can see her own eyes are glossing over.

Scarlett: Oh baby, I’m so sorry. Hopefully this will all pass, and they’ll see what an amazing worker you are. You are so great at your job, it will all come together.

I just nodded as I compose myself. I want to move on from this subject. I don’t want to worry her anymore.

Y/N: I know. I’m just being silly. It’s almost the weekend and I can take a break. Anyway, we barely talk at the moment, so I don’t want the time we do have together to be taken up by me being an emotion mess. How is filming going?

Scarlett rolls her eyes and lets out a little chuckle.

Scarlett: It’s going really well. We’ve almost finished the night shoots which will mean that I’ll be able to call you more. I miss talking to you every day.

Y/N: That’s great. I’m glad it’s going well. I miss you so much. We’re over halfway, not long to go now.

I smile, trying to keep my eyes open.

Scarlett: Babe, go to bed. You’re tired.

Y/N: Noooo, I’m awake, I’ve not spoken with you in 3 days!

Scarlett: I promise I’ll call you tomorrow. But you need sleep.

Y/N: Urgh, fine! But you’re bring that suit home.

I huff but giving her a cheeky grin and eyebrow wiggle.

Scarlett: If it’ll make you go to bed, deal! Now off to sleep!

Y/N: I’m going to hold you to that! Ok, I’m off. I miss you and I love you!

Scarlett: I love you more. Speak tomorrow.

I close off the call before grabbing a quick protein bar. These work hours are really playing havoc with my eating habits! Walking into my room, I barely have the energy to change. I leave my clothes in a pile on my floor before collapsing into my bed.

*beep, beep*

Urgh, I’m woken up at 5:30 by my obnoxious alarm. One more day and then it’s the weekend and I can spend it sleeping in. I jump in the shower and then make myself a proper breakfast, so I know I’ll be getting at least one decent meal today. 

I feel like I’m just coasting through the motions as I get ready and head off to the office. My heart sinks as I see the new paperwork sat on my desk for the admin of the latest marketing campaigns. I guess it’s another late finish for me today!

Scarlett’s POV:

It’s times like this I hate being so far away from Y/N. I just wanted to reach through the phone and give her a hug. I know she’s hiding how bad she’s really feeling. I’ve barely seen her cry and it breaks my heart that I’m not there for her when she is clearly struggling.

Whilst still deep in thought about my girlfriend, I’m called back to set to finish up the scenes for tonight. As I’m walking back over Joe pulls me aside. “Hey Scarlett, we’ve had to change up the schedule to fit in a couple of reshoots on the stunts. That means after tonight we won’t need you for a few days. You’ll be due back on set on Wednesday next week.” I feel relief wash over me.

I can’t wait to have a long weekend off. “Am I needed for anything else or am I completely free until Wednesday?” I ask, starting to get an idea. “Yep, get some rest and enjoy your time off!” He responds rushing off to his next location.

I work as hard as I can to get the final scenes completed and they go really well, and we get them done pretty quickly. I decide that I’m going to fly back to New York and surprise Y/N. As soon as I’m in my trailer I’m on my laptop searching for available flights. I book one which will get me in with enough time to set up a surprise.

Timeskip

I finally arrive at Y/N’s apartment a little before 4. I let myself in and get to work with preparing her surprise. The best thing about Y/N’s apartment is the roof access she has. Every Friday night she comes up here with a glass of wine and chills. The views are pretty cool and whenever I’m home, I join her.

Knowing how stressed and tired she’s been, I decide on setting up a movie night. I arrange a big projector which I have help setting up from my brother. I then arrange a makeshift bed with loads of comfy pillows and of course, get Y/N’s favourite snacks.

By the time I’ve finished it’s 6 and Y/N should be home any minute now. I plan to hide up on the roof and wait for her to join me. Time goes by and it’s now just after 9 and Y/N still isn’t here. I decide to drop her a text and pretend that I’ve got some time between filming.

Scarlett: Hey Babe, I’ve got an hour break if you’re free to call? Are you home?

Y/N: I’m just leaving work. I’ll call you when I’m home. Give me 30 minutes.

She’s working late again. I thought her deadline had already passed. I start to wonder how bad work really has been for her recently. We’ve always been honest with each other, but I feel like she’s been hiding this from me. I just wish I knew why.

From the roof I hear Y/N’s car pull up and I get ready for when she comes up to the roof. For some reason I’m getting nervous, I can’t wait to see my beautiful girlfriend again. About 5 minutes later, sure enough I hear the handle of the roof turn and I stand up facing the door.

I watch as Y/N walks through the door, wine glass in hand, in a pair of black shorts and one of my hoodies. I smile at how cute she looks, but it doesn’t go unnoticed how tired she looks too. She has bags under her eyes and her whole body seems deflated. My poor baby.

As she turns the corner her eye’s light up as she sees what I’ve set up. “Oh my God.” She whispers, before noticing me stood in the middle. Without saying anything further she runs and jumps up into my arms. I hold her tight. “Hey Baby. I’ve missed you.” I say into her hair.

I place her on the floor, and she looks at me directly in the eyes, I can see that she is holding back her tears. Her eyes flick down to my lips, so I pulled her close, putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear, before connecting our lips in a soft kiss full of love. I can feel that her tears are falling now, so I hold her tight letting her know I’m there.

After a minute or so, she pulls back, still clasping my hands. “What are you doing here?” She asked. “Our schedule was changed last minute so I’ve got 5 days off. After speaking with you yesterday, I knew I had to come back to you.” She smiles at me as I talk. Her eyes searching my face like she’s taking in every detail.

I lead her towards the makeshift bed, and we lie down together. She snuggles into me, her head on my chest and an arm over my stomach, slowly tracing random patterns just under my shirt. “Babe, please tell me what’s going on. Please tell me the truth.” I ask calmly, hoping she’ll share.

I look down to her as she takes a deep breath before she sits up. I turn to face her and take both of her hands in mine. “I hate work.” She blurted out. I furrow my eyebrows at her but allow her to carry on. “I work my ass off and it gets me nowhere. Each day I go in and there is more shit they want me to do in short timelines. I try and explain, and they just tell me I’m lucky I work there and that there are hundreds of other people that would do anything to be where I am.” She looks at her lap as she’s talking as if she is ashamed.

“I try so hard to prove myself above everyone else, but it gets harder every day. I’m exhausted and I just have no motivation for anything anymore. I just feel like the dream I had has turned into a nightmare.” Her voice breaks as does my heart. I can’t believe my baby has been feeling like this and I didn’t know.

“How long has this been going on?” I ask. She hesitates. “I mean it’s always been tough but these last 4 months have been unbearable.” There’s a silence as I take in that she has been feeling this broken for 4 months I hadn’t even noticed. What kind of girlfriend can’t see the person they love is hurting?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask holding back my own tears. “I didn’t want to worry you. You work so hard and do so many great things. I felt stupid for breaking down over this.” Her words are like daggers to my heart. I feel such guilt for not providing her with an environment where she can share these feelings with me. I pull her onto my lap and hug her so tightly. “Listen to me. You are not stupid. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. But I want to know when you’re feeling like this. I’m your girlfriend, I’m meant to be able to help you. It breaks me to think you’ve been going through this on your own.”

I can no longer stop my own tears as I cling to her for dear life, like I’m going to lose her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just didn’t know what to do.” Y/N says into my chest. I pull her face into my hands so she’s looking at me. “No, you do not need to apologise. Just know that I am here for you, even when I’m miles away. I want to know how you’re feeling. Both the good and the bad. Ok?” She nods and I place a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I don’t know how I’m going to solve this.” She said, rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. “Quit your job.” I said without hesitation. “What? I can’t do that I need to pay rent, buy food!” She argues. “Firstly, you clearly haven’t been spending money on food, don’t think I haven’t noticed how thin you’re getting.” I lightly scold. I know she’s not doing it on purpose, she’s probably been too tired to eat working so late.

“Secondly, move in with me.” I ask almost at a whisper. She lifts her head and looks at me with confusion. “What?” she questioned. “I said move in with me. We’ve been together for a year. It’s about time.” She still looks confused as she rubs her hand against her forehead.

“Scar, you don’t have to ask me to move in out of pity.” She spoke cautiously. “Hey! No no, that’s not what this is. I had planned to ask you when I got back from Atlanta. You’re it for me. I don’t want to wait any longer, I want you to move in with me.” I say with conviction to show I mean it.

Her eyes fill with tears again, as she slowly nods her head. “Ok, I’ll move in with you. I’d love that.” She pulls me into a big hug and whispers “I love you.” I don’t want to ever let her go. “But I can’t quit my job.” I’m shocked by her response. “But babe, it’s not good for you.” She shakes her head. “I don’t want to be reliant on you. I want to be able to contribute to bills and treat you to fancy dates and surprise gifts.” She explains.

“You don’t need to do that. I want to take care of you. You don’t need to buy my love.” I pause thinking for a moment at how we can work this out. “How about, you quit your job on Monday. You can fly to Atlanta with me and then when I’m done filming, we’ll take a month to go travelling for a bit. Then when we’re back, you can look to get a job that you actually want. One that isn’t going to drive you into the ground.”

I can see her thinking for a while before responding. “Ok, I like the sound of that.” She says. I squeal in excitement and tackle her in a hug, resulting in us being a tangled mess on the bed. “We’re moving in together!” I exclaim. “God, I love you.” Once again I pull Y/N towards me into a passionate kiss. She giggles against my lips as I roll her over. “I love you too. Thank you for all of this. Shall we watch a movie?” She asks, looking at me with her love eyes. I nod and start the first movie. We snuggle up on the bed and spend the night watching movies.

We didn’t wake up until 12 the following morning. I woke up before Y/N and just watched her sleep, grateful she was finally getting rest. Once she wakes up, we lie in comfortable silence for a while before she slings a leg over me straddling me. “I’ve missed waking up to you.” She says, placing feather like kisses over my face causing me to giggle.

We hold eye contact for a while whilst she rubs her thumb over my cheek. “I can’t wait to move in with you if all my mornings start with you straddling me.” I tease, giving her hips a squeeze. Y/N leans down kissing up my neck then along my jaw before meeting my lips. “I’ll wake you up this way every morning if that’s what you want.” She whispers before smashing out lips together into a deep kiss. She gives both my top and bottom lips equal attention before swiping her tongue across my bottom lip asking for permission, which I instantly give.

Her tongue invades my mouth deepening the kiss with every move. I let out a small moan which results in Y/N pulling back and smiling at me. I hook my leg around her waist and flip us so I’m on top. I leant down and whispered seductively into her ear. “I brough home the suit.” Her eyes widen and a big grin appears on her face. “Well, what are you waiting for?” She responds. I jump off the bed to be greeted with a slap to my ass. I squeal and run to get dressed.

This was what I had always wanted in life. Someone who I adored and who adored me. I couldn’t wait to spend the next few months with Y/N and then the rest of our life together.

Timeskip

Y/N’s POV:

It was three months after Scarlett surprised me on the roof and asked me to move in with her. Whilst travelling she had proposed to me on a beach in Bora Bora. I of course had said yes. Once we got home, I started looking for jobs and I’m now working for a local company. It’s small but I love it. I’m actually paid more than I was, and I have much more responsibility. But the best thing is I’m happy. I’ve got a great work/life balance. I enjoy going to work and then I get to come home, at 5 every day, to my beautiful fiancé who I cannot wait to marry. My life feels like a dream and I hope that I never wake up.

[bangtanhoneys]

GRACE TOUR DIARY: April 4th - 10th 2025, Seoul

APRIL 4TH: INCHEON AIRPORT, SOUTH KOREA

The noise from the private plane made for an uncomfortable sleep, and Grace was awake on and off throughout the journey. The adrenaline from the concert and the adrenaline of the thought that she was finally going home, albeit for not much of a break, meant sleep came sporadically. Up, down, up, down. Deep sleep, light sleep, no sleep. A lap or two of the plane to get the blood flowing into her legs, multiple trips to the bathroom, and returning to her seat to curl up underneath the blanket. 

Catching up on her Korean dramas kept her mind off the remaining hours of the long flight, and the bits of food shared by her team meant she had enough fuel for the remaining few hours in the sky. By the time it hit 3 am, she was wide awake and into a comfortable set of clothes with her face washed and her hair tied up underneath a cap. 

Getting into Incheon Airport at 5 am meant there would be little traffic around, and since this was a trip back home undercover, no press or announcement had been made. For all anyone knew, Grace’s tour finished in New York last night, and her current whereabouts were unknown to everyone, including BTS. A couple of fan photos taken of Seokjin arriving at the airport two days ago added to the speculation that the couple would be going on holiday together, missing the tribute concert that the government had been putting together.

What people didn’t see was Seokjin being escorted back out of the airport and taken home. This was child's play for a couple who had to hide their relationship from everyone for several years. For them to dupe even the rest of the band meant a job had been done very well. The big test would be if anyone was in the airport at this time of the morning to spot them. 

Lucky for Grace and unlucky for those wanting updates, the private jet touched down without much fanfare, and two blacked-out SUVs were already waiting on the tarmac, as was an official from the airport. Her passport, ticket, immigration, and everything else were checked and double-checked before she was allowed to leave the plane. Outside, the cold air hit her, and as she breathed it in, it finally hit Grace that she was finally on Seoul soil and that she was home. Grace spotted a familiar face as Sejin, Hana, and the others loaded up the two cards.

Seokjin, leaning up against the passenger side of the cart, his face partially hidden by his mask and a cap covering his still short hair. It was unmistakably him, and his eyes lit up when he saw her, though he looked as tired as she felt.

“Welcome home, superstar,” he said as he pulled her into a tight hug the moment she was in front of him. 

“You have no idea how much sleep I need,” she murmured into his chest as the tension of the tour and the flight began to melt away.

He chuckled softly, tucking the escaping hair back under her cap that wasn’t doing a good job of hiding who she was. “Oh, I think I do. You look like you could use a week of sleep.”

That sounded like an amazing idea as she climbed into the passenger seat of the SUV, and Seokjin walked around to the other side, slipping into the driver’s seat. She’d have a couple of days of rest, but then it would be straight to work for the government BTS tribute concert. 

“They have no clue?” she asked, watching as the airport drifted away and they were on the road to their shared apartment.

“Nope,” Seokjin laughed. “Yoongi was just complaining to me the other day over dinner that you were likely to miss the concert. I think the boys think you’re still stuck in the States, and I’ve somehow managed to go over there, though they know I’m going to be at the concert so they suspect something. But no, they’ve not fully cottoned on yet.”

Perfect.

There were seven days until the government concert, and Grace had two days of rehearsals, once again in secret. So that meant she had four days of chill time, where she could catch up with her parents, Seokjin’s parents, her nephews, and her team, and get to work. Maybe there would be a chance to escape somewhere with Seokjin for a day or two.

“Fancy a trip to the beach?” 

It was as if Seokjin read her mind, and she glanced towards him. “Let me shower first; I feel like I’ve been through a war.”

APRIL 8TH: HYBE, SEOUL

How Grace managed to stay under the radar while at home was a complete mystery to her. No one had spotted her while she ran to the local convenience store near her home with Seokjin; no one had seen her entering and leaving her parents' apartment building; and no one had seen the two of them as they drove from their home to Hyangho Beach and back again. 

It was a perfect few days of lazy mornings, late-night conversations, and home-cooked food where her attention wasn’t demanded for hours on end. 

But now there was no denying that it was going to be a case of going back to work.

The concert was three days away, and the hype around it was more than the Busan concert. Many were guessing what songs were going to be played, many were guessing who was going to perform, and many were guessing who was going to attend out of BTS. Big Hit had been very tight-lipped, and no mention of the concert had been spotted anywhere on any of Big Hit's social media accounts other than HYBE, who shared the date of the concert, and that was it. 

However, inside of HYBE, it was chaotic. 

One of the practice rooms had been set aside for Grace only to practice in and this is where many of the meetings about the concert were held with the director, stage, dance captain, costume and more. While two of HYBE’s artists, Tomorrow X Together and Seventeen were both set to perform - they also had no idea of Grace’s involvement. Other than Soobin, who like Seokjin, had managed to find out completely on his own and had remained tightlipped about it. 

The set list had been prepared and signed off months ago with songs set aside for various groups and artists. Sets had been designed, costumes had been designed and props had been allocated for various uses. It was going to be a long concert to try and cover the most popular songs and some of the bigger hits while trying to show off a long career that only BTS could pull off. 

While the boys had some say in it, it was mostly left to the Big Hit team and, in secret, Grace. What songs could she easily perform on her own without needing seven others? What songs could she do all the choreography to without someone else taking over? Some hard-hitting hits really needed to be showcased, especially to a government that used and abused BTS at any given moment. Something Grace herself wanted to at least pinpoint with one particular song. 

“So, this is the stage's layout,” a staff member pointed out to Grace and the seven male dancers she used for her tour. The stage itself was similar to the LOVE YOURSELF tour stage, a little bigger to accommodate bigger idol groups and a live band as well. “For the entrance, you’ll be popping out of here,” the staff member circled a set of stairs that was on the main stage, “and then walking down the steps to come towards the edge or near the edge of the main stage.”

Her introduction would be one of the biggest of the night and every single second had been planned with meticulous detail. The intro or at the least the instrumental had been messed around with enough that it could give Grace time to get down the stairs and where she needed to be to start the performance. 

But for now, she needed to pre-record her opening. 

The biggest dupe the K-Pop world had ever seen. 

It would have been easier to do the pre-record before she left for her tour, however, the song in question hadn’t been given the green light as the team wasn’t 100% on what it should actually be. Something newer like RUN BTS or an old hit? But in the end, it had been Tomorrow X Together who had solved the issue with the medley they were set to perform.

Out of HYBE and only a fifteen-minute drive away, Grace found herself on a soundstage that had been set up for the pre-record. She would give a very brief hello and introduction before performing a live version of No More Dream with the band, who were some old friends of Yoongi’s crew and their band from Busan.

As the cameras were being prepped, Grace softly rapped both Yoongi and Namjoon’s parts under her breath. While it was easy to focus on one rapper, this song in particular had four rapper parts and two of the fastest were right at the beginning. It had been an age since she had performed this song, let alone danced to it and she could see out of the corner of her eye the seven male dancers from her dance crew were practising the breakdown. 

This would be the opener for Tomorrow X Together and their medley of early Bangtan hits including Danger, War of Hormone, Run and Boy with Luv and, of course, No More Dream. However, Grace would be doing her own version of their very first single - acoustic and sitting on a chair, on her own with the band and then as it got to Yoongi’s second verse, the dancers would appear. 

Four large screens on stands behind the band would play four separate videos: the original music video for No More Dream, the last performance of No More Dream which was from the Map of the Soul: One 2020 concert, the ARMYPEDIA version and the final dance practice which was uploaded to YouTube. 

The set itself was dressed in black with hints of gold and white, referring back to the original NMD clothes.  But thankfully for Grace, she wouldn’t be required to go back to the original look - black jeans, black top, black leather jacket and the old school black & white Converse. Simple and easy to dance in, but effective to put her back into those old days and her blonde hair was styled back into the ponytail she always used to wear. 

It took the whole day to record the performance for everyone to be happy with it. For Grace, it had been hard to remember the lyrics of everyone and dance the central position after not performing the song itself in years and for the dancers it was getting the dance break down to match the original movements. And after reviewing the footage for a couple of hours, they got the all-clear to say they could go home.

APRIL 10TH - SOMEWHERE NEAR SEOUL OLYMPIC STADIUM

It was the final day of rehearsals for everyone including Grace. For the idol groups and idol performers, all their rehearsals would take place at the Olympic Stadium and for Grace, they hired Jamsil Arena for her rehearsals. 

There was a large monitor for her to watch everyone do their rehearsals and she could send notes to the director, making points and suggestions as to what she thought. Trying to fit a nearly 13-year career into two hours was a difficult one especially when some of the songs were demanding on idols who might not be used to the high intensity of the dance routines. 

But for the people outside, ARMY were oblivious to what was going on.  

Every day they would crowd around the stadiums, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone. Whether it was from Seventeen, Tomorrow X Together, Stray Kids, Enyphen, or even Twice, they were all kept under secrecy. But at least ARMY were allowed to get to the merchandise stalls, food trucks and a megamix of the BTS songs was playing over the speakers and videos were being shown on screens around the area.

 And somehow, they didn’t see Seokjin being driven in. 

“You got this whole place to yourself?” Seokjin asked, amazed even though he wasn’t sure why he was since this whole thing had been a big spectacle of a show. Of course the government had hired a separate arena just for Grace, of course they had hired the best teams, and of course, they had hired the best designers to make costumes. 

“I can keep an eye on everyone’s rehearsals and their timing their performances with my own, so we can keep an eye on the full run time,” Grace explained as she sat down next to her partner who handed her a takeaway cup of tea. 

“Mental,” he shook his head as he watched everyone get the stage ready for the next rehearsal. 

“Still nothing from the boys?” Grace asked, leaning against Seokjin’s shoulder and closing her eyes for a moment.

He snorted and shook his head, taking the cup from her as a just in case. “Namjoon is fully starting to suspect something, he’s been asking questions at the company and Yoongi has been doing his digging around. As far as I’m aware, no one has given away anything. So they're going to be fully surprised tomorrow as long as no one blabs.”

The 8th member of BTS yawned and stretched, her body starting to feel sore with the amount of rehearsals as she was starting to get used to doing the famous BTS routines but in only a matter of days, she’d be back rehearsing for her own tour. This time in Europe, with Paris being the first stop. 

“Grace!”

Seokjin laughed at the sigh that came from the person who the name belonged to. “Go on, you’re needed.”

“You hanging around for a while?” Grace asked, standing up with a reluctant pout.

“I’m here for another hour or so and then I’m heading to the company as we’ve got a meeting about tomorrow. Apparently, we’re being debriefed by the military,” Seokjin raised his eyebrows at that.

“Oh, joys. Well, if I don’t see you in an hour, I’ll see you at home. Need me to pick anything up on the way?” she asked, taking the tea off Seokjin and accepting his kiss on the forehead (they were in public after all.)

“Min-ji wouldn’t mind some snacks and I’m sure you can think of something to get me,” he grinned then gently pushed her towards the stage where the dancers were waiting. “Go on, Grammy award-winning singer.”

Seokjin cackled at the dark look he got in return and settled back in his seat, with Sejin joining him to watch rehearsals for the next hour. ARMY, BTS and the world were going to be blown away by the concert and Grace’s performance, he knew that. To see her perform some of their hardest routines while singing all their lines and without being out of breath - the only person who could pull that off would be Jungkook. 

Tomorrow would be one of her greatest achievements. 

[theonewhonothingknows]

Power Rangers (2017) fic rec list: (UPDATED: Jan, 2024)

Hello there, as someone who loves this movie, I decided to make a list of fics that’ve read, or am about to read, to anyone who is interested:

Note: I’m only putting here fics that I’ve read. So if someone knows a fic they might want to recommend, let me know! XD  There are currently almost two thousand works on the power rangers 2017 tag on AO3, so be sure to look around and dig for stuff you might like.

NOTE: Remember to check out the author if you like their stories! Leave comments and kudos and reblog stuff you like, apreciation is always important

Illustrated Story: @theone-with-thestuff​ ‘s power rangers sequel: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 , part 6, part 7 , part 8

MultiChapter fics (post-canon)

Rangers with Attitude by SmokeyCut : A sequel to the movie that is very in synch with the power rangers universe, both in how the story is told and how light it feels. THat doesn’t stop the drama from happening though. Awesome battle scenes and a very engaging take on Tommy, and the 2017 universe as a whole.

Power Rangers 2: Sythesis by SatanSpeaks (mature) : This fic is a piece, it’s another sequel to the movie, but with a much more bleak look on the universe as a well, however, it doesn’t dive too much into it and it has plenty of hopeful moments to spare. It’s a fic that leaves you on the edge of your seat, start to finish, biting your nails hoping everything will work out.

we gladiate but i guess we're really fighting ourselves by sunnydalehart: “The rangers don't really know what they're doing, but they really are trying their best.” -- Another post-canon fic with good romance, and team-bonding, check it out!!! (Trimberly) (Billy/ Jason/Zack)

Power Rangers 2: Rise of the Green Ranger by IzzyIniguez: Rita loses her coin, but finds a new power.  The rangers learn to be a team and meet the Tommy and Tamsin Oliver, the new (twin) kids in town. Sparks fly and tempers flare between Kim and Tommy, and Trini and Tamsin. I think this might be one of the most original takes on 2017 Tommy Oliver out there.

Short-stories:

 5 Times Jason Scott Was Protective of His Team by notawriters: Jason-centric goodness!!!!      

Zack Taylor Designated Driver Squad by iwasnthere622 : Zack didn't have the best school record. His friends help him fix that. -- This isn’t as much a sequel fic as it is a Zack sequel fic, exploring his life after becoming a ranger, and how he relates to his new friends. The chapters go through his bond with each of the rangers, and it’s an amazing piece of Zack Taylor fanfic, enriching what we already saw in the movie. One of my all time favourites!!

Been There, Done That by TaikoTurtle: The team has a bonding camping trip up on the mountains, but after a series of unfortunate events, Kimberly has to figure out how to make things right, including her feelings.

One More Ride by magimumu: (NEW!) : Uber driver Trini picks up Kim on a rainy evening. (TRIMBERLY)   (This short one is amazing! Like poetry! Can’t recommend enough!)

One-Shots:

***NEW!!!!! - (This is) Good Weird -  by Laslus -----  Poly Rangers fic!!! -  Or: The Huge Colective Denial of FeelingsThe first time Trini notices, they are around the fire. She looked at the whole picture, feeling the warmness she usually felt when hanging with them, how she finally felt like she belonged somewhere. She should focus on that, on the happiness she felt as they sang off tune, how they were a picture together. Oh.

All of the Above  by songofsunset : This short one shot is a perfetc mood setting piece, with rangers hanging out. In a few senteces, it grasps both each ranger’s personallities and the nature of their both. Sweet fluffiness all around.

Just let me love you when your heart is tired by milkyegg_carton: A cure little fluff about the aftermath of the battle with Goldar!!

walk me home by twoorangecookies: A nice little, well, it’s canon complaint but it’s sort of a missing scene, but it’s also sort of an AU where Kim asks Trini to walk her home.

Campfire Dance-Off by Skyland2704: team bonding fluffiness!

we carry each other (we’re just different colors) by hearden: This is a fascinating fic, about the rangers before being rangers! Seriously! There are so many character beats, and a very good grasp on the characters!!

am i the only living soul around by younglegends: A story told backwards,going from the aftermath of the movie to the very beginning. Again, another rich story exploring the characters and their core! An awesome read about the power rangers that really makes a point about their evolution and their bond in face of their sttrugles. I always go back to this fic for inspiration.

Do Better by iwasnthere622: One of the best jason centtric fics out there, exploring his role as leader and the way he shoulders the burden.

Dildo Wars  by cabooseachievables : I think this is one of the most fun pieces of fanwork I’ve ever read, seriously, just pure delight from start to finish as the rangers start a prank war between themselves.

**********NEW!!!!!!!!! Riding Shot Gun by zipzipnada:   --Kimberly finds out her new friends have never tried weed before, and knows for a fact Jason is a shotgun king.

Shipping Fics:

BY THE WAY, THE AUTHOR tworangecookies has plenty of Trimberly works if you’re interested, I can’t recommend enough to check them out, you’ll definetly find something for your tastes, both on AO3 and on tumblr @5ivebyfive. Another tumblr with fics in this universe is @magicmumu2

you’re my sunshine by titaniaeli: Short, fluff, and engaging, basically a tale of Jason falling in love with his team. (RANGER POLYCULE)

 in a hopeless place by twoorangecookies: (AU) This is one of my favorite fics. It’s an Outsiders AU, and I never had contact with The Outsiders, but I do love how consistent the rangers are even in an Alternative universe. This fic is well paced, and leaves tense with each cliffhanger, not to mention the forbidden romance, which is just *cheff’s kiss. (TRIMBERLY)

The Heart part 1 by The Otter Limits: While this fic is a sequel to the movie, I’m putting it here, because its main focus is the relationship between Trini and Kimberly. I really love this fic because it has a very heavy dose of Angst. I’m not sure it’s everyone’s cup of tea, but I do love the melodrama involved. Also, there is some neat world building about the rangers’ powers and the universe they live in. (TRIMBERLY)

The Hunt For Love by magicmumu: Awesome Valentine’s day Fluff, what else can you wish for? Honestly, the dialog between the characters as they go on an scavenge hunt it’s so amazing, you can’t help reading this with a smile on your face. Can’t recomment enough. (TRIMBERLY)

Fire meet gasoline by twoorangecookies: (mature) A cute little soccer AU, with that good old rivals to lovers premise. What more can I say? Go check it out!! (TRIMBERLY)

Clarity by thebrightestbird: I think this was the first time I read about this ship, and interestingly it immediately spread to be fond of it in the tv show universe as well. Great stuff!!!  (ZACK/JASON) 

with my feelings on fire (guess I'm a bad liar) by movingforthesakeofmotion: The one where a date night turns into exposed secrets and discoveries. (TRIMBERLY, CRANSCOTT)

We can have all that we ever wanted by theshipstorulethemallwrites: 5 Times Someone Thought The Rangers Were Dating and 1 Time They Were

EXPLICIT FICS:

Turning sweet love into poison by twoorangecookies: (EXPLICIT) this fic is Intense, and I really advise you to look into the tags before going in. It deals with heavy subjects like body dysmorphia, so be mindful. Now that that’s out of the way, this fic is delicious to read, two traumatize characters navigating a complex situation, it has all those spices for those who love some heavy Angst in their romance. (TRIMBERLY)

Legacy of Power by Hearden (Mature, but the collection has Explicit fics): (INCOMPLETE) .This fic is interesting because it’s sort of a nice multiverse mix between the tv show and the movie, with the simple premisse of having TV Kimberly and Tommy meeting the 2017 rangers. It’s one amazing fic, very well written with an awesome premisse and solid character work. It’s specially awesome to see two versions of Kimberly knowing and interacting with one another.

*****NEW !!!! -- Shut up and Drive -  by Twoorangecookies --  (Sort of a power rangers meet Fast and Furious, but R rated 😈)  Trini is looking forward to start her new career as a rookie cop. She isn't the best at relationships, so she goes out one night just looking for a thrill. Then she stumbles on a scene that is not her scene at all and more thrill than she asked for, and she meets a woman that is the most annoying, obnoxious woman she's ever met. A woman she wouldn't go for in a million years. At least...that's what she thinks.

PS: I have to say, it’s really interesting to go through fandoms, not only to meet how diverse people’s interpretations can be, but how rich and creative they are as well. Just the ammount of Tommy Olivers I’ve seen for the 2017 universe is stagering, not one version is the same, and that, I think, is also very precious.

Anyway, remember to comment, reblog, and all that stuff that shows authors your apreciation. Feel free to add fics you might’ve read and are not here, I’ll sure try to do so as I find new ones. I tried to categorize stuff as best as I could.

[edynsgarden]

The Orchid

Chapter 3

There had been whispers of an American Jujutsu sorcerer with a cursed technique that rendered them unstoppable. No one could identify this sorcerer by face, but they were recognizable by photos of each cursed spirit with an orchid beside it. Typically, gossip about foreign sorcerers did not carry across the ocean to Japan, the pillar of Jujutsu, but it seemed that this American sorcerer dubbed “the orchid” was the only topic of conversation in the Jujutsu world. While many higher ups and special grade sorcerers feared the arrival of The Orchid, Satoru Gojo was excited. Finally, a rival, an equal, or maybe… a lover.

Story Warnings: heavy smut, breeding kink, spanking, spitting, violence, mentions of abuse, blood

Chapter Warnings: none <3 (no smut this chapter)

Author's note: We've approached the station squad, next chapter is about to be gooood.

Chapter 0.5 - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Other than the twin bed, the rest of the room was simple, it was a long bedroom, not as cramped as her college dorm with one shared bathroom. “Okay then,” Shiloh responded nonchalantly, sitting on her new bed. Something about this girl perplexed Gojo. Not to say that she is ‘unlike other girls,’ but her stoicism was incredibly confusing. Gojo was used to girls fawning over him or being completely done with his annoying antics, but Shiloh, she got over things too quickly. He could tell that the living situation initially bothered her, but now she seemed completely fine. But, little did Gojo know that Shiloh was freaking the fuck out. Not because she minded the mess, she could conjure the same clothes but folded, but she didn’t know how she would live with Gojo. Unfortunately, with the constant flow of cursed energy that was flowing into her body, her ambition and sex drive are constantly high, so she literally cannot help but want to fuck Satoru. But it’s a-okay their beds are on the opposite side of the room. No worries. 

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Oh. My. Fucking. God Shiloh thought to herself. She had just finished conjuring all of her things and was exhausted, even though she didn't expend that much cursed energy to do so. But, what she was really “oh my fucking god-ing” about was Gojo, who just walked out of a steaming hot shower with nothing on but a white towel hanging low on his waist.  “Do you need something?” Gojo asked, plummeting Shiloh from her trance. “Nope, I am all good, just tired is all. I keep spacing out.”  Nice save Shiloh! She shoots! And she scores Shiloh prayed that Gojo didn’t notice her previous staring but the smirk on his face said otherwise. But how could she not? His tall, lean body was glistening from the water that dripped off of his platinum hair. He looked oiled up like some stripped in Las Vegas. Genuinely, he was hot enough to slide into Magic Mike and no one would notice.  “It’s alright, I get it. People can’t resist these washboard abs,” Gojo joked, flexing his muscles. God help me Shiloh pleaded, she understood that he was joking but her exhaustion killed her mental resolve, one more flex or movement and she would be hopping onto Satoru.  “Shut up. Boo, this is the worst show I’ve ever seen.” Shiloh said, standing up from the bed, an attempt to humble Satoru from his obnoxious posing. But seriously, she needed him to stop as soon as possible before she jumped his bones.  “Oh so you want more? I am not giving you enough Shy?” Oh. The air made a 180 shift, and Shiloh was getting hot. But she was no pussy (said pussy being extremely wet), but aside from that fact, she does not fuck around. So she had to play the game.  “I’m not quite sure you could handle what I want babe,” Shiloh cooed in a seductive tone.  Now Gojo wasn’t sure if he would be able to survive this conversation. Shiloh’s big, brown, doe eyes glistened as she spoke, never breaking eye contact. Shiloh subtly bit her bottom lip, sucking on her cheek with a smirk.  “Oh I doubt you could handle me, babe” Gojo spoke in a mere whisper. Their faces are intimately close, noses almost touching. Shiloh licked her luscious lips, Gojo too readied himself for a night yet to come, a tent forming in his pants. And before anyone could blink, Gojo quickly gripped the back of Shiloh’s head, pulling her into a deep kiss. He didn’t understand what was wrong with him, he was never this weak, but this girl had flipped his world upside down. Shiloh fell into the kiss, pulling the two down a rabbit hole of attraction and lust. But, their moment was temporarily cut short when Gojo slightly pulled away to say “This isn’t right. But I’m okay with being wrong.” “I guess two wrongs do make a right.” 

[ladydisharmony]

Another snippet from my bod re-imagine. chapter one will be finished SOON. This snippet is actually planned to be part of chapter 3 but I am excited to share it. this will be the final snippet until the chapter this snippet is from is published, at the very least.

What could he do to prove he was serious in his want to co-exist with pony-kind? He was only half serious. He wanted to see what he could get away with while in their good graces-as good as their graces for him could be. He just needed to show them he was as willing as his words were. He thought for a moment. How do two kingdoms show their alliance to each other? he supposed trade could work, but there was nothing they could give him that he couldn’t give himself. It would be a little uneven in who is benefitting from the barter, though he supposed he could consider it-oh.

“How about a marriage of alliance?”

It was very old fashioned, especially in Equestrian terms, but it may be the key he needs to achieve his toleration among the land. He observed the group of wide eyes and waited a few beats. Their shock was certainly worth the question, and he could only assume they were waiting for him to tease them for thinking he was serious. He only stared back.

Twilight looked to her friends on either side of her, trying to find the words to respond. She cleared her throat in the uncomfortable silence. “W-well, I suppose you being married to one of our own would show great trust. But that would be just as great a cost for us. How could we be sure you won’t subject-”

“Oh please, sparkle, I’m a sadist in the most humorous sense. I only get my kicks out of torturing others when they deserve it. if the rest of my words mean nothing to you I promise I’d only ever subject my spouse to a small dose of psychological torture, you have my word on that.” He wanted to say that he probably wouldn’t pay them any mind at all, but that didn’t sound like he was making an effort. he continued, “There is a lot of misunderstanding between your subjects and I, a lot of…tension.” It was his turn to clear his throat. “It’s tiring, even for me. One can only take so much of the same conflict. You know me, I love all different kinds! I know you’d be surprised to hear, but being incased in stone leads to a lot of thinking; that incident last year was just me getting my jitters out. I was so wound up in there it was only a matter of time before I exploded,” at his words he burst, pieces of himself scattering across the ballroom floor, before he reconstructed himself. “I’ve taken the time to collect myself and I’m ready to begin a new chapter with pony-kind. Besides, I’ve always seen myself as the anti-hero. Why not help you all out to spite my own enemies?”

“There it is,” Rainbow Dash called out.

“I’ll have you know that there really are no hard feelings on my end. Not towards the six of you, anyways. If you think I dislike you, you haven’t seen what I’ve done to those I despise. It’s nobody you’ve gone head to head with yet, anyways. Wouldn’t it be better to have me in your corner if something like that were to arise?”

There was silence, and Twilight couldn’t decide if he was helping or hurting his case. He didn’t not have a point. It would be very helpful to have an alliance with him, regardless of his reasoning. But a marriage? The only ‘subject’ in his kingdom is him. would it be right to ask the citizens of Equestria if anyone would like to marry the hopefully ex-terrorist as a form of allyship? The idea alone was completely insane.

“If ya hate em’ so much, why are they still around to pounce on us, whoever it is yer talkin’ about.” Applejack spoke up with a good question. Discord gave a Discord answer.

“It’s more fun this way.”

It was silent again. It seemed nobody knew what to say. How could they? This wasn’t exactly what anyone was expecting with Discord showing up after so long, unannounced. How annoyingly unpredictable of him; How extraordinarily in character.

[jdeclerc]

under autumn's moon

pairing: lucien x reader

summary: having watched you overwork yourself for weeks, Lucien wants nothing more than to spend time with you, even if it is just for one night.

author's note: i may not be a Lucien girl, but my dear friend is, so this one's for her - k, i hope this makes you smile <3

warnings: smut, wrapped in a wonderfully fluffy bow

word count: 3,561

From his position at Y/N’s study door, Lucien can tell that the female has been there much too long. The light from the setting sun is casting shadows across your face, accentuating the fatigue lining your exquisite features.

Over the past weeks he could count the number of times he had spoken more than three sentences with you at a time, on one hand. There had been no late-night talks about each other’s days, no hours-long strolls through the woods surrounding the Forest House.

He missed the sound of your laugh, your lazy smile as you awoke at first light, and, by the Cauldron, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could go without the feeling of your bare skin under his.

It is the change in his scent as his thoughts venture further into the impure that has you finally looking up, and the tired smile that crosses your face has his heart breaking.

“I think it’s time you take a break, my spark.”

A shake of your head precedes your response.

“I can’t Luce, I just…I can’t.” You throw your hands up in frustration. “I have communications from what seems like every court to respond to, I’m finishing the revisions for our new trade agreement with Day, and now I’m working with Eris to finalize the expansion of our healer apprenticeship program.”

Lucien pushes off the door frame, moving to lean both hands on the chair opposite your desk. He can’t help the anger that laces his voice in that moment, taking a breath before his next words.

“My brother must know how much work lays on your desk and he has the audacity to add something else?! Let me have words with him and I swear to you –”

“He didn’t ask Lucien, I volunteered to help him. He tried to refuse me, and I persisted.”

“I should have known.” He shoots you a grin. “I have always loved your inability to let those you love walk alone.”

“For everything he’s done for Autumn and how hard he works, it’s the least I could do.”

“And you would provide him better help if you took time for yourself. I can’t remember the last time we dined together, and by the number of times I’ve awoken to cold sheets next to me, I know you haven’t been sleeping as much as you need.”

You can’t seem to meet Lucien’s eye and he can see the tears brimming in yours. He rounds your desk, taking the underside of your jaw in his hands and titling your head to look up at him.

“No tears, my love. I can’t begin to describe how proud I am to call you mine. I voice my concerns because it breaks my heart to see you hurt, in any way.”

You lean your head into Lucien’s hand and place yours on top of where it rests.

“It’s not you Luce, I’m tired and my brain is as foggy as the woods at first light.”

“Then please, come with me. I promise it’ll help.” You give him a questioning look and he places his free hand over his heart. “No more than a few hours, I swear.”

You pause for a moment before giving him a small nod, a smile ghosting over your lips.

He reaches out a hand for one of yours, helping you stand from your desk. He tightens his grip on your jaw and leans into you.

Lucien’s lips meet yours and it’s as though the world falls away. The kiss is slow, patient, the both of you savouring the moment.

The two of you break apart and Lucien smiles down at you.

He slips his arm around your waist and gestures toward the open study door.

“Shall we, my love? An adventure awaits us.”

You can’t help but laugh at the mischievous grin he gives you; the male always having been the more spontaneous of the two of you.

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As you entered the court stables you immediately see that the horses you both called your own are saddled and at the ready.

“Lucien Vanserra, you are one confident male. How did you possibly know that I would agree to your plans?”

He once again gives you a grin, adding a wink alongside it.

“Call it lover’s intuition, spark.”

You laugh as you approach your mount, running a loving hand along the side of her face.

A specimen of beauty. Pure black but for the mare’s hooves and the streaks winding through her mane, both the deep golden colour that accentuates the Autumn Court’s traditional attire. A gift from Lucien on the first of your name days the two of you had spent together.

Lucien had named her Flint, “just what his spark needed to light the world on fire” he had said. The two of you formed a bond like no other.

You lean you head into the mare’s.

“How I’ve missed you, my girl.”

Flint leans her head into yours, showing she has missed you in equal measure.

“I’ve been taking her out myself, she wanted to be ready for when you returned to her.”

You gave Lucien an appreciative smile as you put your foot in the stirrup and swing your leg. You adjust yourself, settling into the saddle like the second home it is.

“Am I going to have to slow myself down? Let you ease back into it?”

“I’m sure you would enjoy that Vanserra, but you know better than that. Do your best to keep up, won’t you?”

You don’t wait for Lucien’s reply as you take off. You burst from the stable, not willing to wait any longer to feel the cold air rush past you and the freedom of feeling as though you are flying.

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You slow Flint to a walk as you reach a clearing in the trees and approach the lookout over the woods surrounding the Forest House.

“I’ll never get tired of this, of home.” Lucien stops beside you, admiring the lands he so desperately missed in the years of his exile.

“No words can quite do its beauty justice.”

“No…no they cannot.”

The tone of his voice has you turning to look at him, finding him already looking in your direction. You can’t help the blush that crosses your cheeks.

“As much as I love this view, this isn’t the place I had in mind for our evening adventure.”

You raise a brow in question.

“Then, by all means, lead the way.”

You gesture for him to go, knowing that whatever he has planned will be spectacular.

Lucien turns and takes off once more, you quickly follow behind.

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Lucien comes to a stop in front a thick sheet of hanging vines and dismounts from his horse. He motions for you to do the same. He extends his hand, taking Flint’s reins from you and tying both horses to the tree that sits nearby. He grabs a snack for both from his saddlebag before making his way back over to you.

Putting a hand on your lower back, Lucien leads you to stand in front of the vines. As he lifts them, the air is stolen from your lungs at the sight before you.

The moonlight shines into the clearing through the opening in the trees overhead, its light casting an ethereal glow over the rippling pool at its centre.

The only sound that can be heard is the stream that feeds the pool, as though the outside world has fallen away. The moss that covers the forest floor is soft beneath your feet and is accentuated by the wildflowers growing between the rocks scattered around the clearing.

You feel Lucien’s chest against your back as he comes to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You lay both your hands overtop his where they land on your waist.

You can’t bring yourself to speak above a whisper, not wanting to disturb the peace that resides here.

“How did you ever find this place?”

“I came upon it a fortnight ago and have been dreaming about bringing you here since.” Lucien kisses you at the joining of your neck and shoulder, marking a path upward until his lips rest against your ear. “The water is quite warm…perfect for a late-night swim.

He moves his hands beneath your tunic, trailing them across your skin. You feel him lean away from you as he gathers the hem in his hands and lifts the garment. You raise your arms and can’t help the shiver that runs over you as the night air hits your bare chest.

You hear your tunic hit the ground as Lucien brings his body flush to yours once more. His hands move to the laces of your trousers, untying them with well-practiced precision. You can hear him sink to his knees behind you. He unzips your riding boots, gently lifting each of your feet before removing them. Lucien works your trousers over your hips, and you step forward, out of them as they reach your ankles, leaving you bare.

You turn around, meeting Lucien’s darkening eyes.

“There truly are no words.”

Without a word you step closer to him, pulling him to stand. You bring your hand to rest on his jaw, his hands coming to encircle your waist once more.

You lean into him, you lips ghosting over his ear.

“Your turn my love.”

You smile at him as you step away. You can feel his eyes trailing you as you step into the pool. The warm water a stark contrast to the crisp night air.

As you reach the middle of the pool, you turn and find that Lucien has not moved.

It’s the desire you know is evident on your face and the change in your scent that has him raising his own shirt above his head and making quick work of his trousers.

You rake your eyes over his broad form, the planes of muscle littered with the scars that tell the story of his upbringing.

Your eyes catch on the tattoo that rests on his left hip and a smile crosses your face, the design perfectly aligning with the one that runs up your right hip. The two of you had gotten them done on the day you committed yourselves to each other. The design a perfect melding of the Autumn and Day Courts, your original birthplace.

As Lucien enters the pool, his eyes don’t leave yours.

He meets you in the middle, grabbing your hands and bringing them around his neck. His arms encircle your waist, pulling you impossibly close, his forehead coming to rest against yours.

“Luce…I’m so sorry.” Your hands take hold on either side of his neck, and you lean back enough to meet his eye. “I’ve missed you every day these past weeks.”

You voice breaks with the end of your sentence. Lucien wipes away the singular tear that escapes.

“Please, my love. You owe me no apology. I fell in love with your dedication to your work long ago and have admired it ever since. Believe me when I say I know it is your work pulling you away from me, and nothing more.”

“I’ve taken on extra work, by choice. It is my own decision-making that has put us both in this position.”

“Whether given to you or taken on by your own actions does not matter. It does not make it any easier to carry. You are allowed to feel the stress and exhaustion, allowed to be affected by it. And should anyone tell you differently, you send them to me, and I will live up to the infamy of my last name. Promise?”

You let out a small laugh as you nod at his words, knowing he truly means every one.

“I’m not sure what I ever did to deserve a male as extraordinary as yourself. I will never stop thanking the Mother for bringing you to me.”

“We walked through a lifetime of pain before coming together. I like to believe that you are finally a gift, the Mother admitting she has put us through enough.”

It’s not often that the two of you speak of your romantic pasts, the pain still evident to this day. You, having lost your mate to the first Great War, watching as she was cut down by Hybern’s forces. And Lucien, who’s mate cleaved herself from him with no thought or remorse, never giving the male a second thought.

Lucien’s words were right, the two of you had fought long and hard to be able to live in the happiness you found in one another.

“I love you, Lucien.”

“And I love you, my spark.”

He closes the distance and kisses you, pulling you so every part of him is against every part of you. His hands roam your body as the kiss turns desperate, hungry.

Lucien’s lips move to your neck, finding the spot that has you letting out a gasp.

His hands skim your hips, and he wraps them around your thighs, lifting you into his arms. You hook your ankles around his waist as he moves you backwards, setting you on the edge of the pool.

Lucien’s lips return to your own as he grips your thighs to spread them further, pushing himself against you. You can’t help the small moan that escapes as you feel just how much Lucien had missed you.

“How I’ve missed that sound.”

His hands skim up your sides. His thumbs brush across your nipples, the night air having turned them to stiff peaks. Lucien’s lips join his hands, his teeth nipping at each of your breasts in turn. He straightens and runs his hands over the marks he created; an artist admiring his latest work.

Lucien’s gaze meets yours as his left hand grips your waist and his right moves down your front with a featherlight touch. His eyes don’t leave yours as he runs two fingers through your folds, your eyes closing and mouth falling slightly open at the feeling.

“And you’ve missed that, haven’t you?” His fingers begin circling your clit, eliciting a small whine from your lips. “You wonderfully insatiable female. I’ve barely touched you and you’re falling apart. Tell me Y/N, who else has this effect on you?”

“No…no one Luce.” Your words come out as more of a breath as Lucien sinks two fingers into you, them curling in just the right way.

“That’s my good girl, you’re mine and only mine.”

He quickens his pace, your moans becoming more desperate. You bite your lip to quiet them. Lucien’s hand moves from your waist to your jaw and his thumb pulls your bottom lip free.

“None of that. I’ve waited too long to hear you fall apart, let me hear you Y/N.”

Your hips begin to lift, meeting Lucien’s hand at every stroke. Your hands tighten their grip on either side of his neck, the both of you knowing you’re quickly barrelling toward an edge.

Lucien suddenly pulls his hand from you and the sound that falls from your lips is almost painful, your peak only moments out of reach.

“Lucien…” Your voice holds a warning.

“I need to feel you Y/N. The only way you’re cumming is wrapped around my cock. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

If anyone but Lucien had heard the desperation in your voice you would have been embarrassed. His commanding words in these moments never failed to cause heat to rush through you, never failing to turn you to malleable clay in his hands.

As you feel him position himself, and push into you the slightest bit, your eyes fall closed once more.

Lucien’s hand comes to grasp the front of your throat, his grip tightening just enough to cause you to look at him.

“Eyes on me. I want to see you fall apart on my cock. I want to watch the very moment I become the only thing that exists for you in this world.”

You manage to nod in response.

Lucien’s pushes into you at a painfully slow pace, as though he is refamiliarizing himself with the feeling of being inside you. He pauses once he’s fully seated within you.

“You are a needy thing, clenching around me already.”

He pulls most of the way out of you before setting a burning pace, his hips meeting yours almost painfully with each thrust. After weeks of not being with each other, the way Lucien is stretching you is intoxicating.

Lucien’s thumb moves to your clit as your moans become louder, the male knowing exactly what you need to reach your peak.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave from the ocean, the look in Lucien’s eyes as he watches you only intensifying the feeling. His hand moves to your waist, but his thrusts slow only marginally, carrying you through each and every aftershock.

“That’s it, spark. Give me everything.”

His movements stop after a few moments, his cock still buried inside you.

“Luce, you didn’t –”

“I didn’t, but are you telling me you’re done? That you can’t handle anymore?” He begins to pull out of you as he speaks.

Your ankles tighten around his waist, halting his movements. You thread your hands into the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him toward you, your lips meet his in a searing kiss.

“I can handle anything you give me Vanserra, I want it all.”

He’s still smiling as his lips meet yours again and he begins to move. Lucien sets a slower pace than before but slides you closer to the pool’s edge, allowing him to reach deeper, hitting a spot inside you that has you gasping each time his hips meet yours.

It doesn’t take long for both of your breaths to become laboured. You can’t help your arms wrapping around Lucien’s shoulders, nails scraping his back as you cling to him.

His hands take hold of your thighs in a bruising grip. This time it’s he who can’t help the groans that pass his lips.

“You were made for me Y/N, so fucking perfect…you’re taking me so well. I can feel that you’re close. Are you going to cum for me love? Grip me so tight, have me fill you up. Is that what you want?”

“Yes…Lucien…please –” Your words are cut off as he brings his hand back to your clit.

Lucien captures your lips with his, swallowing your cry as you cum. You break away, needing the air as he doesn’t stop his movements on your clit.

It takes only a moment for him to find his own release, a cry of his own coming out of him as he buries his face in you neck. His thrusts become begin to falter and the sound of both of your release combining has you choking back a moan.

You bring your hand to rest on the back of his head as he slows his movements. Neither of you speak at he stills, basking in the feelings still coursing through you both.

Without a word and without pulling out of you, Lucien picks you up and moves you both back into the centre of the pool. He lowers until only your chests are above the water and Lucien begins to gently sway back and forth.

He meets your eye with a searching gaze.

“How are you feeling?”

“A little sore.” You can see the concern instantly cover his expression and you are quick to correct any assumption he made. “In the best way possible, I promise. I wouldn’t trade tonight for anything.”

You pour all of the love you have for Lucien into the kiss you give him. It doesn’t turn desperate as it did earlier, you both relish in the love that exists between you for several minutes.

It’s Lucien who breaks from you first.

“I promised to only steal you away for a few hours, I should be getting you back to your study.”

You pick up on the sadness that laces his tone, your thumb brushing along his jaw.

“I think I can step away for one night…I want to wake up with you Lucien, I want you to make love to me as the sun floats through our bedroom windows.”

He kisses you once more.

“I would love nothing more.” He brushes his nose against yours. “Shall we head back to the Forest House?”

“Not right now…can we stay here for a while longer?”

“We can do anything you’d like, my love.”

“Thank you…for everything. Thank you for being understanding, for always standing by my side.”

“I will always be here. Always.”

“I love you, Lucien.”

“I love you Y/N, more than you could ever know.”

You smile at him before resting your head on his shoulder.

The two of you fall silent. The movement of the water as Lucien continues to sway is the only sound that makes its way into the clearing.

For the first time in weeks your thoughts aren’t filled with a checklist of your endless duties. Your mind is calm.

You think only of the love between you and the male holding you.

You allow that love to bring you peace. Silently vowing to never again lose sight of the gift that is having Lucien Vanserra in your life.

[the-bi-space-ace]

The World Tumbles Down Chapter 14 - When This Is Over…

Obi-Wan & Cody

I talked to my partner about this scene before I posted the chapter and what I’ve come to realize is that the intro to this chapter is about hope. It’s a parting, sure, they say goodbye and want to go into this without regrets but it is also a promise that if finishing this doesn’t kill them then they’ll have a future to talk about. It’s about hope. I am crying so hard

Echo & Rex

This part was the main emotional catalyst of the chapter and it really solidifies for me that things are about to go wrong. Rex won’t let them go into this without talking first and Echo feels like this conversation is final. It confirms his suspicions that something will go wrong. Rex finally says what needs to be said. He is sorry for what happened, he will make up for it, and not only does he want Echo to know that but he wants him to know the ‘why’ too. They get a parting hug, short as it is, and there is a reaffirming moment here where we can see they both really love each other. However, there is no real resolution. They need more time. I’m chewing drywall.

Tech & Wrecker

They get to have the deep breath moment of the chapter. They get to be kind of silly and still talk about how tired they are. How much this has taken out of them. They get to have the cuter moment of this chapter. I love them.

Crosshair & Hunter

Anxious and stressed about what’s coming they argue again. Man, I do love making them argue. A lot of their character flaws come out here. Hunter’s avoidance and Crosshair’s mean streak. They are at their ends with each other and I think it’s fun to watch how they deal with the bitterness in each other.

Trick

Trick, my sweet baby boy. I love him so much. He really takes care of the ‘we aren’t done yet’ of the chapter. The idea that they may be entering a final act but the real work is just about to begin. He seems to be the only one aware of it but he’s ready for whatever might come their way. Seeing the rest of the characters we already know and love through his eyes is always fun for me.

Anakin

:) told ya everything was going to go wrong <3

Chapter 15 will be up this Friday 9/13/24 and I am beyond excited to share it with you. I really think you’re going to like what is coming <3

[twocrabcake]

alright here’s the deal

i’m gonna make a percentage of how many trap victims/related persons survive

wish me luck this is gonna be tedious 🫡

it’s been an hour or two since i wrote that lol i got busy

idk i’m starting when its like 12am????

survived: iiiiiiiiii

not: iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

special (survived): iiiiiii

special (not): iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

special is either 1 the game was rigged or 2 they beat the game but died some other related way (ex: adam) 3 or if it was up to somebody else to save you as part of their game (ex: eric matthews, like a lot of them actually)

special good is when it was rigged/something was against them or different but they still beat it. hold on hold up i’m looking for an example rn. ok the secretary lady deborah or something she was in a trap out of her control but she survived.

(timing these for some reason) 1:12 am

dude idk where to put matthews bc his first game was a fluke and he survived but he was also like saved? idk man i’ll think about it (i put him in special died OH GOD NO LOOK AT NOTES)

i can’t put my headcanons/theory’s in here okay cowabummer dude (i have to put adam in dead i’m sorry ok)

1:20 (^im realizing now a shit ton of these fall into the special category whoopsies maybe i got too specific)

1:28 aw dude the fatal 5 are gonna suckkkk bc they’re all working together and linked and connected and shit fhhhghh

1:33 okay dude the steam lady is difficult bc the first half was a special but the last wasn’t. fuck it im just gonna say she could have survived the burns herself

1:40 can’t decide if the first and rebooted games from jigsaw should be put in together or if they should be separate. i just finished i smoked an entire bowl and i am trying my best here ok

1:50 the train guys is rigged they don’t explicitly say it but there’s no way

1:58 alright. fucking finally. that experience was just a downward spiral haha get it bc i hate that movie. also hate jigsaw the movie jigsaw. this was very unpleasant once i’m done with this shit i’m gonna fall asleep to saw 5 or smthn.

2:02 i have to use a counter online bc i’m too tired to count all those little i bitches

2:06 the fruits of my labor. my creation. behold

Pie chart

there we fucking go. a ratio. OH MY GOD THEY FUCKING SEPARATED THE 2 DEADS IM GONNA KILL. YOU. YOU WILL BE BOILED.

oh thank god

ok so there it is. the ratio of victims that survived and victims who’ve perished in jigsaws traps. you don’t know how much footage i’ve skimmed through. 1 like=1 ass kicking for to me because what was i thinking

me laying down in bed after this ↓

WAIT NO I FORGOT TO INCLUDE FUCKING ERIC MATTHEWS. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN.

2:18 ok here it is. the real true official one.

sorry for all that. thank you for accompanying me on this task. i did not have fun. except when i was watching 1-3d but then after that it sucked. 1-3d even took up almost all of the view time but the last bits were so unpleasant it threw that all out the window. gonna go watch one of the original saw movies. you can tell saw x will be good bc it has saw in the name. the title. oh my god oh god i’m realizing i forgot people. i think i forgot bobby. what the hell man screw this i’m going to sleep. i’ll deal with it when i wake up and wonder what the fuck i was on last night. thank you for joining me on this journey of a mental breakdown everybody. a mental spiral, even, if you will. i’m imagining cheesy ending scene music like the character/actor is thanking the audience. signing, logging off at 2:34 am. goodnight everyone.