#its a jungle out there chat | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

f1a1w1n · 4 months ago

Note

Hey, helloou! I saw you write for Cal and I was wondering if you could write something abt him with a reader who doesn't like to cry, but she's actually kind of sensitive, so she cries easily?

Just think he'd be sweet to someone that tries to be strong for him and stuff.

hello! sorry its taken so long! I think this is such sweet idea.

Cal x f!reader

summary: sensitive reader x cal

basically two lovesick fools confess to eachother

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none except for kissing oooo!

an: request stuff or ill claw my eyes out

love ya!

“Bingo.”

Cal rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “I told you so.” You say smugly. You and Cal stare up at the face of the canyon, deep flowy lines etched into the red rock. It had taken you roughly the whole day to walk here, in the early morning having had to ditch your speeders when you encountered thick jungle that you’d have to cut through. By hour six Cal had started to doubt your navigating skills, but you were sure of your surroundings.

You and Cal had drifted these past few months, with Cal always going off and exploring some part of an abandoned temple, fighting stormtroopers, and you hunting some bail skipper. It was lonely work but you pretend to enjoy it when Cal asked. The only time you managed to spend with Cal was late night dinners together on the Mantis, but you could tell he was too tired, so you eventually just went to bed when you got to the ship, sparing Cal the trouble you thought.

“Yep. Right as always.” Cal smiles.

A thick silence settles between the two of you. You felt a glob of burning pain creep up your throat. You smile half-heartedly and take a swig of water, hoping the tightness of your chest will loosen. “Uh, shall we?” Cal gestures towards the small crack in the rockface.

You nod and make your way towards it. You wish you could talk to Cal, openly chat like you used to. But something stops you, a new unspoken boundary drawn between the two of you. You almost think you see Cal go to say something but he walks ahead. If only it was a year ago, when both of you talked with no hesitation, no concern of what the other thought. Complete and open communication. Now you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside his head.

You try to make small talk. “So what are we exactly looking for?”. Cal opens his bag and kneels at the base of the cave opening and fishes out his lightsaber.

“Well, uh. I’m not exactly sure yet.” Cal pulls a flashlight out and tosses it to you.

“What?” I say.

“Well I’d have to be near it to know.”. We walked for an entire day just for Cal to be unsure? You don’t say that though, a mangled ‘oh’ sounds parts your lips, unsure what to say next. Cal takes your silence as a cue to keep talking. That burning in your throat threatens to rise again.

He stands and steps back. “It’s a force thing.”. You nod again and walk behind Cal as you trek deeper into the cave. Cal’s lightsaber buzzes to life, bright blue light painting the cave walls. Your flashlight begins to glow a soft white the darker the rock hallway gets, puny compared to Cal’s light. Outlined by the light of his lightsaber, you can see the back of Cal’s head, clearly deep in thought. He leads you in and out of twisting hallways, one hand on the cool rock as he traces the swirling patterns.

The deeper you go, the more constrictive the quiet becomes, broken only by the soft hum of Cal’s lightsaber and your own steady footsteps behind him. You train your eyes on the dusty floor, resisting the urge to stare into the back of Cal’s head, he’d probably notice, another freaky jedi thing you despised.

That burning in your throat found its way sneaking into your mouth. You’re supposed to be used to this distance, the space that had grown between you two. You’d both chosen it, right? You clear your throat, though you keep your voice low. “Why do you need me here? Seems like you have it figured out.”

Cal glances back, his eyes bright, reflecting the blue of his lightsaber. For a second, you catch a flicker of something in Cal’s eyes. Hurt? Confusion? His gaze shifts quickly, back to the shadowed path ahead.

“Uh it’s kind of complicated….” He looks at you briefly, then away again, his brow furrowing as if he’s searching for the right words.

“Complicated.” you repeat, not a question, an open ended statement.

Cal shrugs. “It’s nice having your company, and uh, Cere wanted me to talk to you.”

Your chest tightens at that, though you hide it by turning your flashlight down, angling it at the uneven floor. “Talk to me about what?” you murmur, hoping the strain in your voice is masked by the dimness.

Cal shifts uncomfortably, his fingers flexing on the hilt of his lightsaber. He hesitates, glancing down at the ground. “I’m… not sure, exactly.” He lets out a quiet, almost sheepish laugh, and rubs the back of his neck. “You know how Cere is. She notices things.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, drawing blood. The metallic taste flooding your mouth, at least it distracts you from the burning that’s migrated down to your chest. “Right.”. You remain silent, waiting for Cal to continue.

“Yeah. Well…” He trails off. “She just… she mentioned that maybe I’ve been too focused on other things lately. Missions. My training. I guess she’s noticed the same distance we have.” He frowns as if the realisation itself hurts, like he hadn’t allowed himself to fully think it through until now.

“Do you think we’re distant?,” you test.

Cal’s gaze flickers to you, eyes shadowed in the dim glow of his sabre, his face unreadable. “I don’t know,” he says softly.

The words land heavier than you expect. You look away, blinking back the heat gathering in your eyes, refusing to let yourself break here, in front of him. Not now. But Cal notices anyway, he wants to say more, to reach out, but he hesitates, unsure.

“Look,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, “I know things have been... tense. Different. We’re both busy people - and I didn’t want to push you if - if you needed space.”

The admission makes something clench inside you, the ache you’d buried threatening to spill over. But you force yourself to respond with a casual shrug. “Space is good, I guess,” you say, though it sounds empty even to your own ears. “Priorities and all that.”

The silence stretches out, thick and stifling, until finally, Cal turns and begins walking deeper into the cave, leaving you to follow. And for the rest of the trek, neither of you say anything more.

Later, back on the Mantis, the quiet surrounding you settle into the small corner bunk that has become your refuge, pressing the small of your back into the ship's cold walls. You’re alone, listening to the gentle hum of the ship as it drifts through hyperspace. You’d expected to feel relieved, finally back in the comfort of the Mantis. But instead, you feel raw, grated over like a freshly scraped knee that keeps getting reopened, every emotion you’d tried so hard to contain is now dangerously close to the surface.

Footsteps sound from the hall, Cal appears in the doorway. His expression softens when he sees you, but he hesitates, glancing away as if he’s still unsure of his place. It's ironic really, seeing as he usually sleeps in the bunk opposite yours, but as of late he’s taken to sleeping in the co-pilot's chair.

“We were gonna get food at one of the outer rim planets if you wanted to join us,” he says tentatively.

You try to force a smile, but it falters, and before you can stop yourself, you look down, your voice tight. “I’m fine. Not really hungry.”

He nods slowly, but there’s a look in his eyes that tells you he doesn’t believe you. He goes to leave but something boils over. “Look, if there’s something you need to tell me just tell me alright? I’m sick of this weird back and forth we’re having.” You feel the tears prick at your eyes, a dull ache in your chest as you struggle to keep it together. “I miss you, and I don’t know what I did but just talk to me.”

But the weight of it all, the loneliness, the unspoken feelings, finally breaks through. “You don’t talk to me,” you whisper, the words barely audible.

Cal’s face falls, and he steps further into the room, looking at you with something between frustration and guilt. “I do talk to you,” he insists, voice tense. “But every time, it’s just… it’s like you’re not there.”

You fling yourself up. “I barely say anything? All you ever say to me is—‘hi,’ ‘bye,’ and ‘goodnight.’ That’s it. That’s all I get now!”

Cal steps forward, his jaw clenching. “That’s not fair, and you know it. I’ve been busy, but I just thought… I thought you just needed space!”

“I didn’t need space, Cal; I needed you,” you shoot back, your voice cracking. The tears are hot and sticky staining your cheek, you look away, unable to bear the way he’s looking at you—like a beautiful puppy. “I’m just—just here, waiting for scraps of your attention.”

“You think I don’t feel this too? That I don’t notice the distance?” His voice raises, rawer. “You think I don’t notice you slipping off and going to bed whenever I come home? Or - or you smiling and talking to everyone else on this goddamn ship except for me? You think I like feeling like I’m losing you?”

His words hit you like a blow, raw and passionate, the pure emotion in his eyes, and for a moment, you can’t find anything to say. You swallow hard, turning away, you wipe at your cheeks, hating that you’re crying, hating that you can’t seem to hold it together in front of him. “You do that too.” Your voice trembles. “You do that too.” You repeat.

Cal’s face twists with an emotion you can’t read, and he looks away, like he’s trying to gather himself. “I can’t lose you,” he says, so quietly you almost don’t hear him. His gaze flicks back to you, and in his eyes, you see the same hurt, the same longing that’s been eating away at you. “It’ll kill me.”

Before you can respond, he steps forward and pulls you into him, his arms wrapping around you in a fierce, almost desperate embrace. The distance between you vanishes, and you feel his warmth, the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours, the solid, grounding presence of him surrounding you.

His lips find yours, first a tentative kiss, then filled with a desperate kind of need, and you melt into it, your hands gripping his arms as if you’re afraid he might let go. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. He strokes your hair. He pulls away and wipes the tears from your face. “I’m so sorry.”

“Just kiss me.” you say.

Masterlist

If you want to be tagged, or recommend anything, fill this out.

@kingtwhiddleston @lovepeaceorelse @hunitweet @spderm4n @angie2274 @coffeesimp @capedcods@kurtsmellsliketeenspiritt @just3rowsing @nuwanda-greaser @nightmonkeysstuff @Jeong-uwu

#star wars #cal kesis x reader #cal kestis #jedi: fallen order #jedi: survivor #cal kestis x reader #star wars x reader

125 notes · View notes

haikyu-mp4 · 8 months ago

Text

Plant lover

word count; 1369 – f!reader, for my idea exchange with @dira333 <3

In some way, you knew what to expect when you joined a male-dominated profession. Naturally, part of you wanted to expect the worst, but you couldn’t give up before even starting! You went into it with high spirits.

During your first week, there were a few incidents of men making rude comments. Whether it was asking if you needed a makeup break or telling you that you should leave certain tasks for the men, you would smile back and leave them be. That’s why you were so surprised when Futakuchi, one of your coworkers, shut them up by snapping back on your behalf.

Futakuchi was sick of it. He didn’t usually get involved in anything that didn’t affect him at the workplace, but he was sick of hearing every single guy bother you for no reason at all. You were more than capable and way more reliable than many of them ever were. So he snapped back, making sure they all reconsidered any other comments they might have made up in their minds.

Before the weekend, Aone sent out a reminder for their ex-Dateko monthly game night. Aone might not be the biggest talker or texter, but he hosted these get-togethers to keep the squad together.

Futakuchi had an idea, and it wasn’t such a bad one this time. Many of the others had brought partners or other friends to some game nights before, so it wouldn’t be a problem, asking you to join. He walked over to you at lunch, tapping the table beside you to get your attention.

“Hey, newbie. Wanna come to game night with some of my friends? You can practice talking back to these guys,” he said, hiding his kind intentions behind that fake motive. You could only nod in agreement.

On Saturday, Futakuchi shook his head as he saw what you carried when meeting him by the entrance to Aone’s apartment building. It was a healthy snake plant, classically known as a plant you don’t need to care much for since you weren’t sure what kind of guys you were meeting.

“That’s just perfect,” he chuckled, and you soon found out why. As the door was opened, you were introduced to the jungle-like apartment and its owner.

“Welcome,” Aone said with the tiniest smile, and your starry eyes moved from the plants in his hallway to him.

“Thank you so much for having me,” you greeted him, smiling at him with wonder.

You even forgot about Futakuchi until he cleared his throat and pointed at the plant you carried. “Where will this fit in?” he asked, somehow managing to tease both you and Aone simultaneously.

“I brought this for you, but it seems I could have chosen something more challenging.” You held out the plant with a soft laugh, and after he took it, you finally shrugged off your jacket to hang it up. “It’s a jungle in here!” you commented as you followed him further into the apartment, and Futakuchi introduced you to the rest in one fell swoop before sitting down haphazardly on the couch.

“Thank you,” Aone said, looking around for a place to put the new plant. “I think I’m out of pots.”

As the evening went on, all the other guys would glance over at the two of you, where you would be talking animatedly about something or the other, like an anecdote related to some plant or something else you happened to remember, and he would nod along patiently.

Now and then, you would move so he could show you some plants in another room, so the squad had no idea when exactly you managed to plan a thrift shop date, but Aone revealed in their group chat on Monday that he would be looking for new plant pots with you.

“Did you always like greenery?” you asked Aone as you navigated through your third thrift shop. He had a tote bag on one shoulder that was awkwardly bumpy with the other pots you had chosen from the previous stops.

“I liked a girl once, and I wanted to impress her,” he told you, and you pretended to look at the opposite shelf, nodding in understanding. “I don’t talk to her anymore, I just started loving the plants.”

You giggled at the picture in your head of Aone slowly giving more attention to his collection rather than that girl. “Evidently, it must be love. Between you and the plants I mean,” you joked, making him smile a bit.

Suddenly, your eyes set on a gorgeous blue pot with intricate flower details on it, and just as you were about to point it out, Aone’s arm shot out to point at the same one.

In your excitement, you rested your hand on his lower arm. “I was looking at that one too! We have to get it.”

And in the implications of how nice it sounded when you said ‘we’, Aone lowered his arm and let your hand slide down into his. Then he used his free hand to pick the pot up and put it in the basket you were carrying before taking the whole basket from you.

You stared at him for a moment, cheeks flushing red in the innocence of his affection before you finally put some energy into your feet and kept going, pointing out more pretty options and blushing every time you had to step closer to him to put them in the basket.

Because you found so many pretty pots, you arranged to meet up at your place another time, and Aone had brought some cuttings and other plant babies that might grow nicely at your place.

The two of you worked on filling your apartment with plants in mostly comfortable silence. He would tell you little facts he knew and you would listen intently.

After washing off your hands and cleaning up the table you had used, you made dinner, and the two of you settled into your sofa to watch reruns of sit-coms all evening.

It was no wonder the two of you were falling, fast.

After you had gone on a couple of more-than-friendly dates, Futakuchi told Aone that you still get comments from your coworkers when he wasn’t around. Aone didn’t even hesitate to utilise some overtime and extend his lunch hour to visit you.

When he stepped inside, his presence spoke for itself as your coworkers’ eyes went to him. He was holding two bentos, one covered in a cute green cover and tied into a knot at the top.

You were kind and soft and Aone loved that about you, so unlike Futakuchi, he didn’t want to encourage you to fight back. He didn’t want you to get in trouble when you were already at a disadvantage.

So he let his eyes fall into a determined glare, making sure most of them noticed him as he finally found you, covered in dirt but with a bright smile as you spotted him. “Takanobu!” you yelled, and that alone made him soften up.

“Hello, I brought you lunch,” he said, handing the bento over.

With hearts in your eyes, you dusted your hands off on the equally dirty pantsuit before taking the bento, eyes tearing up as you looked up at him. “Thank you! I can’t believe you did that, I even forgot my lunch at home.”

Aone bowed, giving you that small smile. “I have a long lunch, we can eat together.”

So you did, and Futakuchi was happy to report that you had been receiving less degrading comments and found the time to bond with some of the few other women in other departments.

Times were looking good, and you had Futakuchi to thank for it. He watched you with a raised eyebrow as you came over one day at work with a cheeky smile. “Congratulations on your new boyfriend,” he cooed.

“Thank you! I was thinking that when we get married…” Futakuchi’s eyes almost bulged out of his eyes at the statement, and you rested a hand on his shoulder. “I want you to be the flower girl.”

At least he knew you were serious about this relationship. His best friend was in safe hands.

masterlist

226 notes · View notes

the-most-humble-blog · 1 month ago

Text

The Predator’s Size Reveal: My WTF Moment as a Kid

When My Kid Brain Realized the Yautja Is a Walking, Hulking “Holy S--t!”

Alright, let me set the stage for you. I was just a kid when I first watched Predator, sitting way too close to the TV, probably eating something I wasn’t supposed to. The movie had me hooked from the jump: explosions, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Jesse Ventura chewing scenery (and probably tobacco), and this mysterious alien stalking them like it had beef with their entire gene pool.

But then the climax hit. And I saw it. The Predator. The full Predator. And let me tell you, my brain short-circuited.

My Reaction: “WAIT. HOLD UP. THIS THING IS HOW BIG?!”

1. They Didn’t Warn Me About This

For most of the movie, the Predator was just... there.

It was cloaked, hiding in trees, making creepy-ass clicking noises. You didn’t think about its size because it didn’t need size. It was scary enough as a shadow.

Every time it killed someone, it was quick and surgical. Boom—someone’s gone. No need for brute force.

And then, just when I thought I had the Predator figured out, it dropped its weapons, took off its mask, and stood up. And all I could say was, “WTF.”

2. The WTF Realization

You know that feeling when something goes from scary to “oh, we’re all doomed”? That was me.

The Cloaking Lies: This thing had been sneaking around the jungle like a ghost, and suddenly it’s towering over Arnold like a damn tree.

Arnold Looks Tiny: Let’s be real—when you make Arnold Schwarzenegger look small, you’re not just big. You’re stupid big.

The Mask Drop: I was already freaked out by the size, but then the Predator’s face entered the chat, and I was done. Those mandibles? That growl? NOPE.

WTF?: “How the hell did this thing fit in the trees? Was it doing yoga up there?”

3. Why It Was So Effective

Even now, as a grown adult with bills and existential crises, that size reveal still sticks with me. Why? Because the movie played me like a fiddle.

It Hid the Truth: For 90% of the movie, the Predator is more of an idea than a physical thing. It’s all about fear, stealth, and mystery.

The Payoff Was Huge (Literally): By holding back its size until the end, the movie made the reveal hit like a brick to the face.

4. My Inner Monologue: A Play-by-Play

Watching that final battle felt like running through the stages of grief—but with extra WTF energy.

Denial: “Nah, it’s not that big. The angle’s just weird.”

Anger: “WHY DIDN’T THEY WARN US ABOUT THIS?!”

Bargaining: “Maybe Arnold can still win, right? Right?!”

Acceptance: “Okay, we’re all screwed.”

Kid Thought: This thing could bench-press Arnold and the entire squad without breaking a sweat. And here I was, barely able to carry my school backpack.

5. The Real WTF Moment

Here’s the part that really messed me up:

The Predator wasn’t just a brute. It was smart. Like, scary smart.

It dropped its weapons and went hand-to-hand with Arnold, as if to say, “I don’t just kill—I dominate.”

Kid Logic: “Wait, so it’s huge and it knows kung fu? Who signed me up for this nightmare?!”

6. Why This Moment Stuck With Me

Years later, I’ve watched a lot of monster movies, but Predator still holds up. And it’s not just because of the size reveal—it’s because of the way it’s delivered.

The Build-Up: You spend the whole movie fearing what you can’t see.

The Payoff: When you finally see it, it’s bigger, badder, and more terrifying than you imagined.

I Wasn’t Ready

Let me be clear: when I watched Predator for the first time, I wasn’t ready. The Yautja’s size, its intelligence, and that final showdown completely blindsided me. And even now, every time I rewatch it, I feel like that same kid, sitting too close to the TV, whispering, “WTF.”

So, if you’ve ever felt the same way—like the Predator just punked you with its sheer size and power—you’re not alone. It’s not just a movie moment. It’s a WTF moment.

Still reeling from the Predator’s WTF size reveal? Follow The Most Humble Blog for more unapologetic movie takes and hilariously sharp nostalgia dives.

79 notes · View notes

kitab00m101 · 3 months ago

Text

(I loved this fic so much that I had to make it its own post. Credit to @idkwhatimsupposedtowriye for the comic that inspired this fic :)

Jimmy jogged up to Scar, waving his hands and ranting in an exasperated state. Scar's focus was hazy with all his bottled up frustration, "Scar! Is something wrong? You left so suddenly, and weren't replying in chat-"

"Yes Jim." Scar sighed tensely. His fellow bamboozler stopped for a moment. "Yes, something is wrong." Scar's face felt hot as his frustration came bubbling up.

Jimmy's feathers fluffed. "Well spill! Maybe I can help-"

"You." Scar said through gritted teeth. Jimmy opened his mouth to speak, but Scar had already reached his breaking point. "You! You can't do anything! No wonder you're out so fast every series- Lizzie and me have had to babysit you this entire session- heck, this entire season!" Memories in back of his mind played a painfully familiar lecture through his thoughts, eventually escaping into his emotion driven blow up. "You're reckless with your lives! And you expect your teammates to pick up the pieces! Contrary to what they- what IS said, you treat this series like a child's game, and you're going to get both of us killed!" Scar choked on his words. "I- all of us. Us- the bamboozlers. Three of us-"

Scar knew where he'd heard that lecture before- word for word.

His memories flashed with images of a bright sun, of a stretching sandy biome, a voice annoyed but fondly lecturing him, a wall of cactus enclosing him-

No. Maybe he had heard it somewhere else? A fenced in jungle, inhabited by large fuzzies that made him feel happy, that voice, now yelling at him with hurt and coldness, with towers of luscious green sugar cane and bamboo-

Bamboo. He stared at his Bamboozler ally, struggling to find the words. "I-" He felt his chest tighten. "I'm sorry for snapping. You're not... You are a good ally." Scar was very certain about one thing regarding his patchy memories... He'd never anything like those words accompany them.

Jimmy didn't know how to respond as Scar's voice started faltering. "You're fierce, and loyal. You are a good teammate, and I'm sorry for getting angry with you..." Jimmy didn't know what else to do but to hug his taller ally as he murmured the last few words of his apology, words that Scar had yearned to hear out loud for years. "It's not your fault your on red."

REBLOGS GREATLY APPRECIATED :]]]]]

#trafficblr #traffic series #grian #wild life smp #3rd life #traffic smp #double life #life series #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #traffic life #traffic life series #life series smp #short fanfic #desert duo #bamboozlers

50 notes · View notes

thunder-opossum · 5 months ago

Text

I Have a Proposition

-by thunder-wolf64

Cw for Monk Gourm Surv spoilers.

Story below the cut.

As Monk crawled into a shelter, rain shook the ground outside. Unexpectedly, someone followed behind. Monk turned around and jolted seeing the creature behind them.

Enot's smile grew, it's flat red teeth shining against the dim light. "Hello, short one!"

Monk's ears pinned, "H-hello!" He returned the greeting. Monk shuffled into the corner a bit more, "Do you need to stay in this shelter? it's raining outside now, I don't think you'll make it to a different shelter." Monk patted the insulated ground of the room. "I don't mind company, I'd never want anyone to die to the rain, not without as much help as I can offer."

Enot chuckled softly, "You sure follow your namesake." It slithered into the box, soft moss and lichens padded the cold metal ground. Though that didn't matter to Enot. "Do you share shelters a lot?"

Monk was quiet for a moment, "... You must've heard about me from the scavengers, they love to chat." The yellow slugcat laid down on the ground, his short fur and body heat warning the ground. "Mhm back home I usually sleep in piles with the others, but now I'm here and more often scavengers and lizards will hibernate with me. I have yet to see another slugcat though!"

"You must miss colony life, you're a sociable little creature." Enot scooted closer to Monk and lays down, its long tail curled around both of them. "Colonies aren't around inside the walls anymore, the rain is too severe and the shelters are too small."

"The walls?" Monk echoed. He noticed Enot's long and disjointed tail curling around him, but he didn't mind. "Is that where I am?"

Enot nodded its head, its long ears smoothing out to avoid hitting the top of the cramped shelter. "Inside the walls, a place where the rain takes over, as you know. Your life on the outside, in the wilds, is more tame than the destruction here."

Monk chuckled, "I mean, not dealing with jungle leeches is nice-"

"Is feeling yourself slowly becoming paralyzed from a spider better? Is dealing the rot better? Is swimming in polluted waters better? is getting swept off the ground by vultures better? Is lizards fighting over your limp body better? Is being drowned by worms better?" Enot leaned closer and its smile wrapped around its long snout. "You haven't even experienced half of the terrors here. No matter how nice you are, how much kindness you treat a creature with, you'll always be reduced to a karma flower for your empathy."

Monk stood up and stepped away from Enot. "You can't know that."

Enot hummed, "hmm, well I do." Enot sat up on its haunches and leaned over the yellow furred slugcat. "You need to go home. You won't find your sister here. She's already gone."

Monk's heart raced, what does this slugcat mean by that? "She's not gone, she'll never be gone for as long as I'm searching for her." The whole reason Monk came here was for Survivor, he couldn't give up. "And how could you know?!"

"Everyone really needs to stop asking that question again and again." Enot rolled its strange blue eyes. "I made sure your sister had her ending. You need yours. You'll see her again, you just need a way to go home." Enot taps his claws, "Except you can't actually leave."

"You're not making any sense! Is Survivor already home? Is she still here?" Monk starts to lose his composure.

Enot frowns, "ugh, timelines, how do I make this sort of linear?" Enot starts to mumble to itself while Monk sees if he can make a run for the exit. "Gourm opened the door after Surv- but Surv isn't home so Monk can't see her..."

Monk leapt around Enot and dashed for the pipe, but the messed up slugcat grabs Monk by the tail and drags him back down. "Get off of me!" Monk yelps.

"Wait wait wait! Darn... OKAY." Enot gently tosses Monk back into the corner and blocks the exit. "Out of every scug I figured you'd be the easiest to convince towards their 'bad' ending." Enot groans and yanks on their ears in frustration. "Ummm, sure go home. It's a long journey, and your sister won't be the same. But screw the timeline, my existence itself is breaking this world!"

Monk looks on twitch fear, "...what?"

"You beat my games, I'll have to think this through better next time!" Enot begins to cough something up, an egg with a weird red marking. "Sorry about this, but it is .. your payment for your ending or whatever. Find the iterators yada yada and you'll be fine-" Enot reaches out and taps Monk on the nose, "-boop!" Enot drops the egg and everything starts to warp.

Monk gasps as he wakes up where he started last cycle. "... I think I need to go home asap."

---

Moink avoided Enot's tricks through plot holes! Yippie!

Also new monk design!

#art #my art #digitail art #rain world #slugcat #rw monk #rw enot #rw IHAP

66 notes · View notes

redheadspark · 1 year ago

Text

Worth Fighting For

Summary - You seek out Druig after the near Emergence

A/N - I had a request for this for the Spring Pormpt Session, but I lost the request, either I deleted it or it got deleted on its own. I am SO SORRY that I lost it, but I remember it's for Druig and number 6 (Pulling their partner in their lap) So I wrote it and I hope that helps!

You never knew the open fields of South Dakota to be so quiet, so calm. You weren’t used to this.

The calm you were used to was filled with jungle sounds and animals constantly bellowing in the air, not to mention the running waters of the river and the soft rustling of the green foliage leaves. But now all you see was land, flat and as fast as you could see amongst rolling hills and chilly air as you stood outside the farmhouse.

Ajak’s farmhouse. You missed her.

The last time you saw her was back when you and Druig left the family, all 500 years ago. You were sad to leave her, but you also understood where Druig was coming from when it came to standing to the side and letting the humans harm one another. You always were the mutual factor between Druig and Ajak, loving both of them with all your heart and never wishing for the other to feel blindsided. But Druig was your husband, your better half, and you had to follow him and not lose him in your life. You knew deep down that Ajak was glad you left with him, she always praised your relationship and how you two complimented each other so well.

But still, you missed her terribly, and you hated Ikaris for taking her away.

Shivering a bit in your jacket, you could hear the chatter inside of the house and you turned to look at the worn-down farmhouse that had Ajax’s touches here and there. You could see she used the home for all its worth, and you had to wonder if she ever dreamt of the family being there again. It was nice that you were, but not under the right circumstances. So you walked back over to the front door, opening it to let yourself in.

Phastos and Ben were chatting with Thena, and their son Ben was watching the news that was playing the clip of a marble Tiamat poking out of the ocean, which left Makkari sitting on the bottom step of the stairs. You looked eyes at her, seeing her give you a small smile and gesture up the stairs to the second floor.

He’s taking a shower, but I think he needs you. She explained with her fingers, her soft smile showing it was true. Druig went through a lot on that beach, taking on a nasty wound from Ikaris thanks to a blast to the chest. You saw he was hurting when you two reunited on that beach amongst the waves, but things had to be done. There was no time to rest and recharge, not until now.

Thank you, ‘Kari. You signed to her, squeezing her shoulder gently as you walked past her up the stairs. Every creak under your boots was heard from each step while you were now on the second floor, the small hallway that led to two bedrooms and one bathroom. One of the bedrooms was slightly open, and you noticed the light that was shining through and had a small sense that your husband was there. Carefully and with barely any noise in your step, you poked your head in.

Druig was perched on the edge of the bed, freshly showered, and was wearing a thing shirt along with what seemed to be sweats. His leather jacket was on the back of a chair that was to the side, his wet hair plastered to his face as he was looking out the window and sitting a bit too stiff for your liking. You tiptoed your way in, closing the door gently behind you so you wouldn’t spook him or snap him out of his trance.

“How was your shower?” You asked, walking over to stand in front of him. But his eyes were still on the view through the window, making you feel a bit worried as you then noticed his hands. They were curled up a bit tight, almost in a fist at his sides while the thin shirt he was wearing was not hiding the massive bruise and wound that was on his chest.

It made you beyond sad and angry that Druig would go through something like this, the Eternal who was the Pacifist and wished for humans to simply be kind to one another. He wished to help them, to guide them into being together in peace. Druig simply loved them, and yet he was almost killed by someone who was blinded to the truth.

“Druig,” You said his name in a hum, not wishing to sound mad yourself at the pain he was going through, but it was still heard in your voice. Druig’s eyes were still in the view, yet his hands were uncurled from being fists. One of them opened up to you, almost like a flower that was ready to bloom. There was nothing that would hold you back from taking his hand.

You laced your fingers with his, feeling how cool his skin was against your palm. You were going to say something else, maybe ask him how he was feeling, but he gently tugged you towards him. Before you knew it, you were in his lap and his arms were around you to keep you close.

At first, you were shocked. But you felt it in the way he held you and tucked his head into your neck, you knew he didn’t want to talk about it. He would hold you like this in the past when he needed comfort or to simply unwind, when talking wasn’t going to help but simply having someone be right there for him. He never spoke about it or mentioned it, you figured that out on your own from being with him for so long.

This was one of those moments.

You rubbed the back of his head with your fingers, feeling his soft hair along the pads of your fingers as he was berthing you in and still not saying a word. He had days that were filled with grief or chaos, and days that were stressed or frustrating. He love holding you, whether it was when you two were entangled in bed together or simply falling asleep in each other’s arms, there was something about him being able to hold you that brought him back to a safe space.

He needed it after all he went through on that beach.

“I love you,” You said against his head as he was still holding you possessively, you feeling him hum as a sign that he was hearing you, “I love you with everything in me, okay? I’m thankful you’re here and you didn’t leave me, Druig,”

He squeezed you a bit tighter as you kissed his forehead, the pair of you simply listening to the rolling winds outside the farmhouse and letting each other heal from all that happened. You would hold him for every minute if you had to, as long as he was wishing for you to hold him and to bring him back to his old self you would.

His heart was worth fighting for.

The End

Spring Prompt Session

#druig x reader #fanfiction #writing #barry keoghan #druig #eternals #marvel #druig imagine #druig x female reader #the eternals #marvel cinematic universe fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfiction #marvel mcu #mcu fanfiction #mcu #mcu phase 4 #druig x oc #druig x y/n

136 notes · View notes

hannahssimblr · 2 months ago

Text

Hours gone and hours to go, staring out the window at vague green mountains, rainforest, a bleeding scene behind wet glass as the rains go on, drenching the southern arm of Thailand. The train rumbles and the beds in our sleeper cabin squeak. I’ve slept already, for an hour, maybe two with a t-shirt over my face to block the light, while Jonas, pale and silent across from me stares blankly out the window picking at his fingernails, blood vessels burst in his eyes from being sick. Forty minutes in the train bathroom while a queue formed outside, and he’s too hungover to be embarrassed.

The train to Surat Thani was his idea, and seemed like a great one back in Berlin, looking at pictures of the scenery, the idyllic image of an orange train snaking through jungle. Nine hours seemed reasonable until this morning, when I awoke to him packing his bags, the smell of alcohol seeping from his pores. Trembling and ill.

“How was last night?” I said. “Must’ve gone well if you slept over.”

“I hate myself,” he replied, and that’s all. Within thirty minutes, we had checked out and boarded the train.

He hasn’t spoken in about six hours, but in fairness, four he spent sleeping, snoring peacefully in his bunk while I’ve read my book, snacked, perused my phone.

I look again at the message from Astrid I woke up to.

Here you go.

She’s said, followed by pictures of her in that green dress, front and back in her apartment mirror. She looks stunning like that, her hair a little messy, makeup smudged from an evening in the city, wine drunk too, probably. I can tell by that glazed look on her face.

The second picture, then, captioned:

Or do you prefer me without?

And she’s naked, laying back, the high points of her sensual body rising out of fizzy pink water. Some kind of bath bomb situation, evidently. This is what I wanted, and it’s extraordinarily erotic, but looking at it in the cold light of day in a train cabin that smells of two unwashed men and the dinner plates the buffet service hasn’t collected yet, the effect is not quite as intended.

Tbh only thing missing is me in there with my–

I pause and check the world clock app. 9:15AM in Berlin. I go back and delete what I wrote. Bit weird now, considering it’s her morning, and she’s definitely not in the bath still.

I look at the picture some more anyway, zooming in on different parts, like her collarbone, poking out like that with the angle she holds her neck, the same with her hip, a white peak jutting out of the water. My rapt interest in anatomy, driven by the pressure I feel to enjoy her a suitable amount.

Men like my grandfather would have gone their whole lives without seeing a woman like this. Maybe once, if they were lucky, and they’d keep a picture of her in their breast pocket or paint her on the side of a bomber jet and go to war. And in the 15th century, you’d carve exquisite statues of bodies like this. Paint masterpieces, and you’d turn her into some ethereal goddess with angels flying all around her, spend years working on a portrait in an attempt to communicate your feelings with a brush and oils, marble and chisels. Driven half mad by her. Compelled to preserve her beauty for eternity.

Here I am, looking at Astrid on my phone. A body worthy of museums, her frame, not gilded, but a clear silicone phone cover that has been yellowing progressively with use. I’m aware I don’t deserve to be looking at this. The best I can do is turn my screen away from the window so Jonas cannot see her too.

Sorry, was asleep lol. Looking hot af tho! 🥵

At the end of my message I add the red faced, profusely sweating emoji with its tongue out to really drive the point home, and send it, half hoping it won’t deliver. It does.

Back out to the conversations page to the chat with Evie. Something to stare at and feel bad about. Thinking about you. Why did I write that? Divine intervention that it didn’t send. A reason to believe God is watching over me.

It’s becoming increasingly obvious I’m demented. What else could explain it? To be the kind of man who has a girlfriend that others would die for, letting me do whatever to her, a folder on my phone now of pictures that the weirdos in her Instagram comments would pay real money to look at. Each night, saying she loves me down the phone, and I text a girl I knew for two months last summer? What way would my brain show up in an MRI scan? Very abnormal, the doctor would mutter, and I’d be like, yeah, I had an inkling.

Maybe I’m just curious, seeking closure. I’d like to know how she’s doing. What colleges she applied for. What she thought of the leaving cert, if she found it hard. She would have finished this week, maybe last. What was it like for her? Desks lined up in some PE hall, no doubt. Old convent windows, summer sunshine catching dust. Her hands smoothing the docket, nails painted. Colourful nails always, and hair done up in some elaborate double plait French thing. She hated how flat she thought her hair was. Then going out to the pub afterwards, a bottle of Corona with a wedge of lime in the neck, going down easy. Eighteen now. Wow. I never wished her a happy birthday. Would have felt weird doing it.

I go through my pictures. There aren’t many, only the ones Jen took on her camera and sent to me. I know where to find them, at the beginning of the roll underneath all those nightclub shots and pictures of Astrid in Italy. Dalia and Elias at the lake. Me and Jonas in the park last September. It’s been a long time since I was here, staring at that one photo I once obsessed over. It’s the only good one I have of her. At the festival, taken in the crowd, and I'm looking at her, she doesn't see me doing it, and her face luminous, dusted with glitter. She was amazing. If only I–

New message from Astrid.

Thank you for your enthusiasm. Anything for my fans.

I exhale a laugh. That’s funny. Amusement is followed by the dreadful sense I’ve been caught doing something illegal. Wondering why I’m reliving all this old stuff. What am I trying to feel? I tap the corner of the picture, delete it, and Evie vanishes. I relax my shoulders, relieved, absolved of sin.

“Something good on your phone?” Jonas says.

“Nah, I was trying to text Astrid, but I have a poor signal.”

“Ah. Yes. We are in the middle of nowhere.”

“Yeah?” I peer out at oceans of dense vegetation, mist layered between the trees. “Long journey, isn’t it?”

He looks at his phone. “Three hours to go, then another four on the bus.”

“Music to my ears.”

He attempts a laugh.

“Do you want to talk or something?”

“About what?”

“I don’t know. We can also not talk, if that’s what you prefer.”

“Talking would be nice if my head was clear, and I didn’t feel so unwell. Sorry. I know I’m not bringing a lot of fun on this journey for you. I thought it would be better, but…” he trails off miserably, and I nod. “It’s fine. Been there. We can also just sit.”

“Is it okay for me to say I don’t want to do this kind of thing anymore? I mean, going out and drinking so much and having so many drugs.”

I chuckle. “That’s the classic thing, isn’t it? We always say that, and then a few days later we’re out doing it all again. The circle of life. You mean that now, but I know you.”

“I think I mean it. I’ve had enough. I am tired of being sick and worrying so much about the things I may have said or done. My life has been this way for so many years.”

“Mine too.”

“It ruins everything.”

“Like with that girl last night?”

He chews his lip. “Nothing happened. I was too drunk. She left me to sleep on the couch and I ran away in the morning before she woke up.”

“Oh.”

“And I don’t want things to be like that anymore. I don’t want to feel so stupid. She was a nice person, and I humiliated myself.”

My phone sits hot in my palm, a token of my guilt and stupidity. “Maybe you’re right, then. Maybe we should stop.”

“You think you will?”

I almost tell him about last night, and the text, and Evie and the reasons I felt driven to, as I so often do when high and lonely, when that innate melancholy I carry creeps in, but I stop myself. I don’t talk about the past with people from my present. There is no point. It’s over, and I have already walked away from it.

“Yeah, I think I’ll probably have to. I recognise it isn’t doing me any favours.”

A half-smile, then. “What will Elias and Dalia think?”

“Of us going all straight-edge? I dunno. We’ll find out in Berlin.” I stretch my arms and neck, stiff from sitting so long. “I think I’ll walk the corridors for a bit, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay.”

And as I do that, stroll up and down the hallways, peeking into other cabin, using the bathroom, admiring nature from a window at the rear of the train, I consider the good intentions and promises I have made in my life. The girlfriends I promised I’d always care about, the grades I said I’d uphold, the fitness I said I’d reach, the bedroom I said I’d eventually clean, friends I swore I’d stay in touch with… Saying I’ll stop doing drugs is kind of like that, just something said for the sake of saying it, to create a pretence that I’m a person who makes wise or healthy choices without ever intending to follow through. I can’t stand the pressure. I’ll act this way in Thailand for Jonas’ benefit, and feel better for it, knowing in a month I’ll be in the Berghain toilets again, accepting mystery pills from people in latex vests.

Back in the cabin, he reclines, leafing through his travel guide. “All good?” he says, and I nod. “I think I’ll try to sleep for a bit.”

“Okay then. If you sleep too long, I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

I lay down, my face in the pillow and listen to sounds of pattering rain, squeaky bunks and the pages of the book, and I sleep, deep, sound, all the way to the end of the line.

Beginning // Prev // Next

#lucky boy 2011 #he's still suffering #but on purpose now i guess #we love an intentional man #nudity cw

47 notes · View notes

applepixls · 8 months ago

Text

i think something like season 8's moon big thing is going to happen again this season-

in several magical mountain people's recent episodes (i remember mumbo mentioning it a couple episodes back and grian as well? not sure who else) they've mentioned that something weird/something big feels like its happening in the world (grian even made a straight up moon big reference) but i think this time it's going to be something with the ocean

this kind of starts at the very beginning of the season and follows through. in grian's very first episode he calls magical mountain a volcano and that idea has followed through and now they're hollowing it out. in another episode when he gets flung up in the air he makes a moon big reference. soo early season ideas/references seem to be following through to now

in episode 2, grian gathers a crowd of people (gem, etho, impulse, skizz, ren, cleo, cub) and they all just chat and fish and make jokes about how the ocean can get you addicted to fishing and pretend the ocean is a higher being that will provide fishing rods to those it sees worthy (we also see it a bit in the end of grians episode 1) eventually leading to ren saying "i don't know why im doing this but i don't want to stop" and cleo agreeing. etho originally had also been skeptical but quickly got dragged into the shenanigans and very happy with getting lily pads for some reason? it's just a fun random interaction but some of those things can lead to lore.

etho also says in this interaction "dont drink the koolaid" because gem randomly suggests to all eat a pufferfish which i don't fully understand the phrase but it comes from a guy who made a cult and lured his followers out into a jungle (etho loves jungles) and because cults always have a like Date where they believe their higher power is coming to save them and commit mass suicide on that day, the guy made a lot of poisoned koolaid and everyone died. so cults

in gem's most recent episode (19) she builds an artists house and says the artist looks out on the water for inspiration but as a result has become quite paranoid.

in season 8 they have a cult of people not sleeping because they think the moon is a higher power come to save them or something and early season 10 was a cult of people fishing, not to mention that certain patterns seem to repeat every other season (season 7 and 9 were both really long, in season 9 people were nostalgic for season 7 and in season 8 people were nostalgic for season 6 and certain storylines that could have some parallels drawn not to mention that everyone compares season 7 and 9 for the length and says that they were incredibly long perhaps suggesting that this season might be a bit shorter? its also the fact that in season 7 and 9 everyone built Starter Bases and then moved out to larger bases but in season 8 and now season 10 they seem to have made starter homes and expanded on them while still living out of their day one builds)

basically, tldr: something big is happening and i think the oceans doing it

theres something in the water and its making the freaking frogs gay (its making the block people all do __punk or east asian vibe stuff and bureaucratic/public service-y)

57 notes · View notes

dragons-bones · 5 months ago

Text

FFXIV Write Entry #22: Kith and Kin

Prompt: rencounter (free write) || Master Post || On AO3 (coming in October)

A/N: Spoilers through Patch 6.5: Growing Light, and very very very minor ones for Dawntrail.

---

Radz-at-Han was a truly beautiful sight from the air. Built atop a large, lonely plateau rising above the Thavnairian jungle, the city covered its entire surface in a myriad of brightly painted buildings, open plazas decorated with mosaics, and lush gardens on multiple rooftops. And even from this distance, there was no mistaking the crowds that bustled throughout the city and crossed the great bridge connecting Radz-at-Han to the rest of Thavnair.

Excitement bubbled up in Ehll Tou’s throat and she trilled an adventuring song as she began to glide downward in a smooth spiral.

The airship landing was easy to spot, a series of long platforms jutting out from the plateau close to the main gate. As she drew closer, Ehll Tou spotted a figure waving from the end of the westernmost dock: large and broadly built, grey skin, large ears, a sinuous trunk, and wearing a beautiful sari of pink and purple. Ah, that must be Nidhana! Ehll Tou obligingly adjusted her course.

The arkasadora took some steps backward as Ehll Tou neared, her ears held up perked and alert. Almost to the edge now, Ehll Tou threw herself into a backwards loop—it had taken quite a bit of practice to relearn how to do that in her adult body—both as display and to slow her momentum. Coming back upright, she flared her wings as a finally braking maneuver, and landed delicately on one foot, and then the other.

[Hello!] she sang happily. [Are you Nidhana?]

“I am indeed!” Nidhana said, striding forward with surprising grace for a being so tall. She held out her hand, and Ehll Tou reached forward to shake eagerly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ehll Tou! Welcome to Radz-at-Han.”

[A pleasure to meet you as well!]Ehll Tou said. [I’ve heard so much about you and your city! Thank you so much for allowing me to attend your introductory alchemy class.]

“Oh, it is a delight to accept a student so diligent and eager to learn,” Nidhana said, beginning to walk down the pier. “I am only sorry I cannot introduce you to Master Vrtra and Mistress Azdaja, but diplomatic business has taken them to Tural and I’m not certain when they will return.”

Ehll Tou kept easy pace beside her and reached into her bag, retrieving her hat and carefully pinning it back to its rightful, jaunty place atop her left horn. [That’s all right,]she said. [There will be plenty of time to properly meet my kin! I am not in any rush.]

“Ah, the benefits of a draconic lifespan,” Nidhana sighed wistfully. “The things I could learn over such time!”

The two chatted happily as they traveled through Radz-at-Han’s streets towards the High Crucible, with Nidhana pointing out many shops and restaurants and landmarks and Ehll Tou dutifully committing them to memory as she built her mental map of the city. She drew curious looks from many Hannish citizens, though dragons had become a somewhat more common sight since Vrtra began openly ruling as satrap. The adventurers were a familiar sight, and some she even knew from Ishgard! With those she exchanged hellos and promises to meet for a snack and cup of tea.

“Such a wonderful world we now live in,” Nidhana said, her trunk curled and ears gently flapping in the manner Ehll Tou was quickly learning meant happiness. “As terrible as the Final Days were, its aftermath has brought new life to the city and Thavnair as a whole. New foods, new ideas, new friends!”

[It is wondrous to see,] Ehll Tou trilled and tapped her claws together with excitement. [I never thought to see the end of the Dragonsong War, but now I may safely travel the lands of man and learn new skills and meet new peoples, and compose songs to share it all with my kin and encourage them to travel and learn, too!]

Nidhana trumpeted a laugh. “Oh, Sisters have mercy on me, I know now why Synnove adores you so much! It is going to be an honor to teach you, truly!”

Ehll Tou chuffed, chest puffing with pride.

Five days later, Ehll Tou was browsing one of the markets, humming happily to herself as she examined a stall of clockwork devices. Her first days of classes had gone well and she had settled into the nest that the Alchemists’ College had prepared for her in the student housing close to the High Crucible. She was making new friends, too, and while some of it had no doubt been engendered by the allure of a draconic classmate, once her classmates realized how well-read she was, they had quickly settled into a mix of gossip and idea sharing. Such fun!

She did miss Hautdilong and Arvide, but they had encouraged her to take this opportunity, and she would be back home within the next few moons once the class was concluded. And in the meantime, she would write letters to them, eagerly await their own, and acquire some souvenirs to bring home with her!

Today was a free day and while she would later meet with her classmates to review their notes and prepare for their first laboratory session, this morning was the perfect time to shop.

Ehll Tou had already purchased some silk for a potential sewing project she had in mind, thread for embroidery in colors that made her purr, and a number of interesting snacks she could share at the study session. The clockwork had caught her eye, used as she was to Ul’dahn styles, and her perusal right now was for an item or two she might carefully disassemble to compare its construction to a Goldsmiths’ Guild mammet she was building. A watch was always a good starting point…

A flash of moving scarlet caught her eye, and Ehll Tou raised her head to spot a dragonet further down the boulevard. She blinked curiously; none of her cousins had said they would be visiting Radz-at-Han, but the dragonet didn’t quite look like any of her cousins, either. Perhaps this was a Meracydian dragonet, one that Great Mother Tiamat felt was well enough to travel beyond the safety of her restored brood? Oh, what fun, she hadn’t met any of her Meracydian kin yet!

Ehll Tou made her selections, gently haggling with the shopkeep, and shook hands once they were both content with their deal. She exchanged gil for the watches, placed her purchases within her satchel, and trotted off down the street.

As Ehll Tou drew closer, she noted that the dragonet was certainly no Dravanian but was quite pretty: her wings had feathers, and a fluffy ruff of white feathers crowned her head behind her horns! She whistled a hello, and the dragonet turned—

—this was not a dragonet.

Ehll Tou scrambled to a stop.

{Oh, look at you!} The great wyrm in a dragonet’s body swooped closer. {What a beautiful dragon you have grown into, scion of Ratatoskr!}

Her voice purred and rolled around the careful enunciations of Dragonspeak in both Ehll Tou’s ears and mind. The sound was warm and multi-toned, drums and dulcimers and heavy woodwinds, a deep contralto of age and experience and affection. In it was echoed the symphonic rumble of Kinfather Midgardsormr and the memory of the green skies of the Dragon Star; the hatching songs of new generations and warsongs of wyrms flying to protect their children; the hollow loneliness of a red moon and the dream of home.

Ehll Tou dropped into a bow, neck low and wings spread, and frantically pawed through her mental library of etiquette. Azdaja the Lost had never mothered a brood, so ‘Great Mother’ would not be the proper courtesy title, but perhaps a more mortal term would work, she could contract the layers of generations into one—

[It is my honor, Great Aunt Azdaja,] Ehll Tou trilled in Dragonspeak, though the term for ‘aunt’ translated rather awkwardly.

{Such wonderful manners, I am well met,} Azdaja said, squinting her eyes closed in pleasure. {Further formality is not necessary, little niece.}

Ehll Tou popped up from her bow, fairly vibrating with excitement. [Thank you, Great Aunt! I am Ehll Tou.]

{Yes, yes, Ehll Tou of Dravania! First of a new generation of dragons born to peace.} Azdaja’s voice had warmed even further. {My brother and I just returned to Radz-at-Han last night. How fortuitous that I met you this morning; Vrtra planned to send you an invitation to dinner so that we might properly meet and exchange songs. Would you be able to attend tonight?}

[Oh, yes, I would! Today and tomorrow are my rest days,] Ehll Tou said, fighting the urge to fairly dance in place. Oh goodness, to share family songs with two of the great wyrms! So much to learn! So much to share! She was going to be the utter envy of Zenith and Anyx Trine!

Azdaja’s laugh was a rippling sound of bells and flutes. {Might I accompany you?} she said. {I am still learning much about Radz-at-Han myself, and such excursions are always more joyous with company.}

[It would be my pleasure!] Ehll Tou couldn’t stop her excited hop as Azdaja came to hover next to her, both of their attentions caught by a samosa stall opening as the lunch hour began.

This, Ehll Tou knew, was going to be one of the best days she ever had.

#ffxivwrite2024 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ehll tou #nidhana #azdaja #dt's writing #nidhana: SYNNOVE SHE'S SO CUTE I WANT TO KEEP HER #synnove: I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU!!!!

44 notes · View notes

zourrystylinson · 2 months ago

Text

the final post! you can find the rest of the posts under the tag 'grapejuicebluesrry 2024 fic rec'. i love reccing fics so if you read any of the fics from these posts please dont hesitate to send me an ask with your thoughts!

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

Let's Fall in Love in a Place You Want to Stay (134K) by embro

A George of the Jungle / Tarzan AU where Louis is a model who meets Wild Man Harry in the Congo. He was raised by apes and barely speaks a word of English and turns Louis' life upside down.

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

to haunt a heart (110K) by etherealbliss | @givesuethemoon

A high-profile double homicide in the quiet, small town of Ashford, WA sends shockwaves through the public. Louis, the lead detective assigned to the case, is headstrong, earnest, and desperate to prove himself. Harry, the widow of one of the victims, is insufferably rich, wears far too many vintage dressing gowns, and is desperate to prove he’s not guilty.

Their desperation unexpectedly blossoms into something beautiful behind closed doors, amidst the ticking time bomb of a slowly unravelling mystery that the two soon find themselves deeply entwined in.

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

Requiem for the Dawn (176K) by ifiwasabluebird

With the Nexovirus continuing its relentless spread across the globe, authorities are grappling with a new and alarming development. Infected individuals are now exhibiting violent and unpredictable behaviours, creating a heightened level of danger for both themselves and others. The origins of this new symptom remain unclear, but medical professionals are working around the clock to understand the nature of this disturbing transformation. Those who were once mild-mannered have become a potential threat to public safety, raising concerns about the safety of communities everywhere. Governments worldwide are implementing stringent measures to curb the spread of the Nexovirus. Some regions have declared states of emergency, implementing curfews and lockdowns to ensure the safety of their populations.

Stay home.

· · ────────────────────────────��─── · ·

The Sound Of Your Silence (143K) by Ioudloudlove

After a freak accident, Louis can hear people's thoughts. He has no control over it, his days consumed with other people's darkest and most disturbing confessions. The only way of blocking it out? Sex... and lots of it. Louis jumps from partner to partner, searching for respite from his own personal hell.

One day, a stranger approaches him on the train and Louis is stunned when he can't hear anything. He's intrigued but still doesn't plan on sticking around for more than the night. But there's something about Harry, something that winds it's away around Louis and keeps pulling him back.

Who is this man? And why can't Louis forget about him?

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

would it be enough if i could never give you peace? (129K) by hemakeshimstrongx | @hemakeshimstrong

Harry Styles is in the middle of a whirlwind tour when he gets dumped by his boyfriend of six years. Reeling and surrounded by chaos and a handful of meddling friends, the last thing Harry expects is to be wooed by a foul-mouthed football star who happens to be the king of Manchester's - possibly the whole of England's - hearts.

Louis Tomlinson is vying for a spot on England's World Cup roster for the first time in his career. It would be a hell of a lot easier to focus on football if every journalist wasn't asking him why he was at a popstar's concert in the midst of training. All Louis wants is a World Cup win. He ends up with a whole lot more.

[or: Harry's fresh off a break up when the media starts shoving a romance that does not exist down his throat, and the throats of everyone in the entire world. When he starts chatting with the footballer stuck in the middle of all this with him, Harry ends up experiencing something he'd never anticipated, and certainly had never felt before]

[OR: the unnecessarily long AU inspired by taylor swift & travis kelce]

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

All The Stars Align (143K) by babyhoneyhslt

Omega Prince Harry of England has been engaged to Prince Louis of France ever since he was a young boy. Having met him at four and forming a bond, Harry is upset to find that Louis no longer treats him like a friend, instead treating him coldly.

However, Louis has his own dark secrets and Harry doesn’t know just how many dangers linger in French Court.

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

All in the Golden Afternoon (126K) by leighllbealright | @leighllbealright

[i read the entire series after putting this post together and absolutely recommend reading it all!]

When Louis Tomlinson needed to find a new preschool for his daughter, he wasn't expecting the one across the street to be everything he and Goldie ever needed.

Or: the one where Louis is closed off, Harry is the weirdest person ever, and Gemma may as well be a psychic.

Somehow, calico-cat-style, they forge a beautiful family from pieces that don't quite fit.

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

discover more fics under the cut!

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

Light Spills In A Flood (162K) by unscattered_horizons

Liam retrieves an old copy of Hamlet from the bookshelf and grabs the plum coloured blanket that Harry crocheted for their flat when they moved in a few years ago.

Zayn lays between Liam’s legs with his back on Liam’s chest, settling in to read along and pulling the blanket across their laps. Liam reaches his arms around Zayn, holding the book open so they can both read the verses. Zayn turns the pages as they go, brushing Liam’s hands each time he does, and they both feel a little tingle in their fingertips with each new page. The third time he brushes Liam’s hand, Zayn keeps his fingertips there, tracing Liam’s tattoos as if redrawing them, marking each petal in his memory. Liam feels like his hand is on fire, as if Zayn really is inking the roses into his hand again, hyper aware of how gentle Zayn’s touch is. It feels like a blessing.

It’s a measure of how exhausted they both are that they only make it through the end of Act 3 before Zayn is fully asleep and Liam is drifting off too. Liam wakes Zayn with a hand through his hair, brushing strands off his forehead where they’ve fallen to cover his eyes, those beautiful golden brown eyes.

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

Belong To The Rain (172K) by unscattered_horizons

“We really are that couple, aren’t we?” Harry asks when taking a breath, eyes shut while he focuses on the way Louis tastes, the smell of his cologne warm on his neck, the way his hair falls against Harry’s face and tickles at his skin.

Louis kisses him again before answering. “Probably, but you’ll have to be more specific.” He moves his hands onto Harry now, holding him firm.

“The kind that just got a lock and key tattoo.” Harry groans when Louis bites his neck and tugs on his hair to pull his head to the side.

“We have about a dozen matching tattoos, H. That ship sailed a decade ago.” Louis makes his point by squeezing Harry’s tricep where the literal ship that matches Louis’ compass is delicately inked into his husband’s skin.

“Thank fuck…” Harry trails off, Louis’ hands moving around to hold Harry’s ass and shift their bodies even closer together, one leg between Harry’s while he pulls him lower down the wall. “Louis…” Harry doesn’t get an answer so he pushes his hips into Louis to get his attention. “Lou.”

“What babe? You alright?” Louis pulls back so he can look at Harry fully. He gets one of Harry’s searching stares.

“I want a baby.”

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

The Map Of You (144K) by unscattered_horizons

While deciding between the merits of two jumpers, Niall realises that maybe he should just have someone else decide for him, and that his travel companion likely has useful opinions about what to bring along. But if he’s honest with himself, Niall’s excited for their trip and he misses Shawn. It’s been a few days and he just wants to see him. As he’s home alone fretting over his fashion choices, virtual Shawn will have to do.

Shawn answers the facetime call after three rings with a grunt and a “hold on my hands are full.” Several drawn out blurry backgrounds later, Shawn’s face finally enters the frame, flush and out of breath, and Niall can see he’s also in the middle of packing for their trip. “Hey, man. You packing too? My studio time ran late so I’m just throwing shit in my suitcase and hoping for the best. And I have to finish packing what’s getting sent ahead to L.A. You’re probably all set and have been for a month, yeah? Course you have, you’re a virgo.” Shawn tosses his hair out of his eyes but it falls back almost immediately, making him frown up at it. He knows he just answered in a jumble of words, but he wasn’t expecting a video call right at this moment. Not that he minds. He never minds when it’s Niall.

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

Our Souls Intertwined (154K) by Darling28, freakingmeout

Louis is an established singer-songwriter, leading a full but lonely life in the music scene and finding solace in writing fanfiction about himself.

Harry, on the other hand, is a loyal fan and aspiring musician who comes across Louis' fanfiction without realising that Louis himself is the author.

Their connection deepens through online exchanges and quickly develops into something they both need. When they finally meet in real life and discover who they really are, they soon realise that despite their feelings for each other, they will have to fight hard for the relationship they both want.

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

Black Raspberries and Butterscotch (114K) by MushroomMushroom28

Harry felt tears line his eyes. He’d waited so long for this. So fucking long-

Louis slammed into him, nearly knocking them both over. “Hazza,” he whispered, completely out of breath, arms vice-like around Harry’s body.

“Lou.” Harry gave in to the tears, letting them fall onto Louis’s shirt. “Lou, I’m here.”

“You’re here.” Louis sniffled and pulled back to look at Harry. “You’re really here.” They both broke into blinding smiles.

Harry took Louis in, looking almost exactly as he did four years ago, but with just a little more life experience behind his eyes. Those blue irises were as piercing as ever, none of his portraits having ever done him justice. His hair was wild as always, sticking up however it pleased. Harry laughed. It was good to be home.

(OR What happens when two best friends, late to present as their secondary genders, finally spend a summer together after four years apart?)

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

We Were Young (And I Was So Naive) (123K) by hc2828

Prompt: Harry and his daughter move back to his hometown of Holmes Chapel. He shows her the best parts of his upbringing, the park he used to play in, the bakery, and even the polaroid photos of him and his high school boyfriend, Louis, he thought he'd thrown away after their breakup. What happens when they run into said boyfriend at the supermarket?

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

futile devices (i do love you) (103K) by fckingfreakshow

“You okay there, Curly?” Louis leaned against the counter next to him, eyes dancing.

Harry nodded, “Yup, yup, I’m good. Just, um, like to make sure my resting heart rate is normal, you know? My lo mein was spicy.” God, he really talked some shit.

Louis reached out, pulling Harry’s wrist away and replacing his fingers with his own. Well, now he was fucked. Louis’ fingers were soft, so soft, and causing his heart rate to skyrocket erratically.

Harry was about to force himself to take a step back just as Louis’ fingers twitched. They locked eyes as a thumb brushed over his Adam’s apple and his lungs collapsed altogether when it slowly pressed down. With wide eyes, Harry watched Louis’ flicker to his throat for a split second before it was over, so quickly as if it hadn’t happened. As if he hadn't just put pressure on Harry’s throat.

What. The. Fuck. __

or, the one where harry's mom gets engaged when he's 17 and he's truly, madly, deeply in love with his 23–or 24–year old stepbrother.

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

I'll be ready - never you fear (112K) by 2Bsodefenceless, scribbleink

Spending his summer by the sea in Lavender Cove, after a fateful accident at work, was nothing Harry had really planned. He also didn’t plan to meet the lifeguard with the captivating blue eyes and the curious, curly dog.

He came to find peace but ended up finding happiness instead.

Or, if happiness comes in form of Louis Tomlinson, welcome it with open arms.

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

Bitter Tangerine (119K) by purpledaisy

Maybe it’s Niall, he reasons to calm his storming heart. Maybe he’s not actually gone for the holidays yet, maybe Harry got the dates confused. Slowly, he holds his breath and pushes the kitchen door open. The first thing he sees make him jump, a wooden spoon held out like a sword. Once his brain processes the sight in front of him, it’s less the sword that gets him than who is attached to the wooden spoon.

“Harry,” the swordsmen speaks before Harry can, his voice low and steady though confusion laces each word.

Harry’s breath catches. Every string around his heart, all the protection he spent nine months building, rips out and tears open all at once as he says, “Hi Louis.”

AU: Nine months after they break up, a twist of fate brings Harry and Louis back together at Christmas.

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

Big Yellow Taxi (171K) by louisismycat (tiflamomet) | @liminalkitty369

Harry returns to his allotment to find the field next to it has been overrun by a youth football club.

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

California Sold (123K) by isthatyoularry | @isthatyoularry

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

All This Time (101K) by Wellington28

Harry and Louis are both cops working for the same police department in the tiny (fictional) town of Wellington. Louis' mother is an addict, and because of that, he's often forced to look after his little sisters. He keeps to himself and hides that part of his life from everybody, until one day he's forced to decide - keep his family's secret, or open up to the man who can help him?

The one where they're both cops, Louis is sassy, Harry is flirty, and they finally stop being stupid (mostly Louis) and realize they're meant to be together (with some surprises thrown in along the way)

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

Surprise/Wonder (116K) by emmli28

A movement by the fireplace caught his eyes and as he turned around the most wonderful blue eyes he had ever seen stared back at him. They belonged to the most beautiful man, with sharp cheekbones and jaw, and the most incredible eyelashes. Who was this? Harry thought and could feel his stomach swirl.

“H-hi,” Harry stammered.

“Hi!” the blue eyed man replied while he stood up and walked over towards Harry. “I’m Louis,” he said, reaching out his hand to shake Harry's and Harry took it in his. Once again Harry felt a swirl inside his stomach as he touched the softest hand he’d ever held in his. Louis, Harry thought, that must of course be Liam's friend. What a nice surprise.

Or the one where Harry goes on a cottage trip, with his friends Liam, Niall and Zayn and Liam’s new friend Louis, and gets too nervous around Louis because he’s just too beautiful.

Or the one where Harry is obsessed with Louis’ hands and Louis doesn’t mind at all, and where Harry and Louis fall in love and find themselves in the process.

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

Twists of Fate (112K) by freakingmeout | @freakingmeout28

Some marriages don't start with love…

When his parents tell Harry that they expect him to marry Louis Tomlinson he's more than just against it, he hates them for thinking it would magically solve all his problems and make him their dream son.

Louis on the other side isn't keen to marry someone like Harry either, but since it's his only way to save his family's name, he goes for it.

Against their own will they get married and are sent on a honeymoon together where they don't have a chance to avoid each other.

Their marriage doesn't start with love, but while Louis helps Harry fighting his alcohol addiction they find something in the other that they both needed. Through trials and tribulations, their bond strengthens, transcending the confines of tradition to blossom into a profound love story of resilience and redemption.

A story for the 1D I Do fest, a very free interpretation of the following prompt:

Arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, preferably larry, forced proximity. Sent on a honeymoon but it’s at the room in the Maldives thats in the middle of the ocean only accessed by boat. Featuring sharing of beds, secret pining, awkward morning wood, arguments but you cannot escape the other.

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

Baby, You're Perfect (112K) by loveheartslouis | @loveheartslouis

Harry Styles has been waiting his entire life to meet his soulmate, the owner of a dagger soulmark to match his rose. Louis Tomlinson has never wanted his soulmate and always covers his dagger soulmark.

Louis learns that they’re soulmates and he doesn’t tell Harry, breaking Harry's trust and his heart

Louis has all the time in the world to convince Harry to forgive him. Right?

· · ──────────────────────────────── · ·

For A Rainy Day (143K) by Ioudloudlove

THIS WORK COVERS TOPICS THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS FROM THE OUTSET. PLEASE CHECK THE TAGS & WARNINGS. THANK YOU

Louis is struggling; isolated and lonely after a violent relationship ended in kidnap and a near death experience, he is trying to rebuild his life in a new city, staying anonymous amongst the many faces. Every morning he visits the bakery opposite his flat to add a bit of routine to his upside-down world.

The owner of the bakery, Harry, notices the man with the beautiful, sad eyes. He sees his lights on in the early hours, watches his shadow pace back and forth. One day, he decides to perform a random act of kindness; a gift pinned to the door with a note: For a rainy day.

As Harry begins to fall for the man, he continues to leave him surprises at his front door. But one day, Louis catches him in the act, and he is forced to come clean. They start a friendship, Louis sharing his experiences that led him to where he is now. How will Harry cope when Louis admits he’s ready to check out of life? And can he convince him that life really can be wonderful again?

A secret admirer AU where Harry tries to be the hero Louis desperately needs.

#grapejuicebluesrry 2024 fic rec #fic rec #2024 fic rec #larry fics #hljournal #tracking happily #tracksintheam #tracking home #larry fic rec #ao3 feed larry #1d fic library

21 notes · View notes

leafofkudzu · 1 year ago

Text

Hello and happy endless January! Despite how long this month may have seemed, it is almost over - and that means it's soon time for another art party hosted by my guild, Verdant Shield [VS]! We're taking a little tour of the cozy size of the jungle this time, over at Mabon Market in Caledon!

For those who aren’t familiar with art parties, they’re a concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - in-game get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all types to hang out, chat, and create together! Get your favorite character/look together, head to the location, find someone that catches your eye, and create! Afterwards, everyone posts their creations in a shared tag (ours is #VSArtParty) so others can see, interact, and share! Tl;dr: the ‘goal’ of an art party isn’t to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

Time and /squadjoin information is under the cut, but will also be posted again via reblogs as the squads go up on the day of the party!

Location Information:

Caledon Forest is a nice easily-accessible map for everyone, and Mabon Market even has its own dedicated waypoint (that is, Mabon Waypoint)! I imagine we'll kind of scatter out across the market and beach, so don't take my exact location in this screenshot too seriously!

Time & Squad Details:

As we always do, we'll be having two parties - one on EU servers and one on NA ones - with an hour break in between. People tend to arrive early and/or jump between accounts as soon as the break comes up, so don't be surprised to see tags and announcements going up ahead of schedule!

The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Time (aka 3pm Eastern Standard Time or 4 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Aemryn of Dusk for an invite.

The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Standard Time (aka 1am Central European Time or at in-game reset). I’ll be hosting this one on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Kirslyn for an invite.

Closing Words:

A few days ago some nasty info came to the surface about various GW2 sources being scraped for AI purposes, with tumblr tags specifically being mentioned. Though I certainly wouldn't blame anyone for being discouraged and not wanting to draw at all (even this post was delayed because of it), I think at the end of the day, even if you don't post anything publicly, you still shouldn't deny yourself the company and community of your fellow creatives! If you'd like to make this art party have more of a focus on screenshots, or even just hang out and not draw at all, please feel free - your presence is what makes these parties...well, parties, after all!

If you are still interested in posting your artwork though, please check out Glaze and Nightshade as potential ways to protect yourself (and hurt AI datasets) if you haven't already! And even if you don't do that, make sure to slap signatures/watermarks/etc wherever you can. This may be a disheartening time for us, but it doesn't mean we have to stop doing what we love.

So, whether you're coming to create or just to hang out, I look forward to seeing you all this Saturday. Take care, stay safe, and see you soon! ♥

#please check the closing words this time too btw #i don't usually draw attention to them but it's about all the ai bullshittery that came up a few days ago #gw2 #guild wars 2 #vsartparty #obnoxious tourist simulator #📢🎨

142 notes · View notes

ranger-ribbons · 1 year ago

Text

More General Rangers Headcanons

Sixth Rangers are inherently more powerful than the regular Rangers. You'll notice that most can 1v1 difficult enemies that prove challenging to even the Reds of the team (ie.: Zhane (In Space Silver) 1v1'ing Ecliptor). This is because, on a power scale, the Sixth is supposed to balance the team out. A team that can work as individuals and an individual that can work on/with a team

Reds develop an attachment to their Sixth Rangers, be it romantic (Carter Grayson/Ryan Mitchell) or platonic (Leo and Mike Corbett), but it's close and quickly formed

Similarly, Sixth Rangers form quick and close attachments to their Reds, platonic or romantic

Pinks and Blues are either siblings or best friends and there is no in-between

Survivor's Guilt is a powerful force and 90% of the Rangers have it, especially the alien Rangers or those like the Lunar Wolf Wildforce Ranger

Rangers getting discouraged and believing themselves unworthy of the Power is also common, so there's a network of Rangers you can call to help with that kind of stuff

If you don't already have fantastic spatial awareness, you develop it pretty quick as a Ranger. It's damn near impossible not to because of all the attacks by Monsters, Bugs, etc

Red Rangers can give orders to their teams and the Power will give little pushes for the other Rangers to following it, but that doesn't mean the other Rangers can't refuse of their own volition

The Morphin' Grid affords its Rangers a form of immortality. They can be fatally injured, but otherwise, Rangers are effectively immortal

Some Rangers go on to become police officers, but most Rangers agree that working to assist and help people (ie.: lifeguards, doctors, breaking ground in the science fields) is best. Some of them establish dojos to train people to protect themselves (Tommy Oliver) and others work with volunteer efforts (Troy Burrows)

Veteran Rangers, Reds especially, tend to hang back during crossover events- this is to give the new Reds the confidence in themselves and their abilities, and allow them to grow into their leadership. The only exception was Forever Red, because Jason is a little bit of a control freak. He's the oldest Red, it's his right

When a Ranger is in a battle that forces them into demorph (i.e.: Gia, Jake, and Noah (Megaforce) against Creepox) the other teammates will be supremely worried and clingy, this is because of a trauma bond each team shares, but also because seeing someone you love get so hurt in a battle that they lose their ability to hold their morphs is fucking terrifying.

On that note, other Ranger teams will check in after those battles because seeing your successors get demorphed in the middle of battle is also something terrifying

Also on that note, some Rangers have specific nightmares in which they don't make it out of those demorph fights alive

The TMNT do on occasion pop out of the New York sewers to assist in a battle or two with the Ranger teams

Rangers who have martial arts skills (Ninja Storm, Jungle Fury, Samurai, Ninja Steel, etc) stick together, much like Rangers who are from or went to space

The techs of the teams have secret channels that they use to make "communication devices" (cell phones) so that Rangers don't have to rely on their morphers to communicate as well as being able to communicate with other Rangers and teams

Bulk and Skull have been linked so tightly with the Rangers that they've been kidnapped several times, only to be let go when it's been clear they aren't Rangers themselves

Junior Rangers have a chat, kids that helped Rangers (Heather, Jordon, etc.) have linked up and compared notes. They know of or know each other and most of them are tightly linked together

Possibility of more later, I didn't expect more than one post lol

391 notes · View notes

kpopsexstories · 1 year ago

Text

NCT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #8: JISUNG Pt. 1/2

A new story/member every Monday. Click here to view the posting schedule.

Story: Jisung jerks off to the dream of Haechan's sister.

Type: VANILLA

Content: Jerking off

Word Count: 2,440 (total 8400 incl. Part 2)

Members: Jisung, (Haechan)

Story #8: JISUNG Pt. 1 (of 2)

The Philippines was a gorgeous country, but Manilla didn't showcase the natural beauty Jisung anticipated. When he first learned where they were going, he'd imagined the beaches, islands and jungles he remembered from his last visit to the country.

Instead, the city was dirty, noisy, hot and over-crowded. Glued to the tinted window of a black van, he adjusted his idea of the place based on the impression it now gave him. And despite the skewed memory, he loved it – precisely because it was not what he'd expected.

The hotel was not far from the airport, yet they were stuck in traffic for over an hour. The other members were chatting and acting silly to pass time, but Jisung was in his own world. He put his airpods in, and let his mind drift away.

Haechan started a v-live to entertain himself, which the members gathered around. All except Jisung, who wasn't paying any attention to his friends. His mind was on a special someone, because he knew he was about to meet her very soon.

When they arrived at the hotel, they were greeted by a whole different world to that outside. The complex was large, clean, spacious and modern. In its underground garage, safely away from the public eye, the members all stepped out and took the elevator to a luxurious private waiting room.

Despite the lack of natural light, Jisung put on his sunglasses. You never knew who you might might run into, from fans and paparazzi, to the girl he knew was somewhere in the city. A song was playing in his ears.

♪ I party like a rock star, look like a movie star, play like an all star, fuck like a porn star ♪

He genuinely felt cool and hot in his designer clothes, a sensation he thoroughly enjoyed. The lyrics, however, were wishful thinking. He was none of those things.

The boys were in town for a show. It was the final stop on their Asia leg, and they were excited for the evening, when they would meet the fans and hear their screams.

“Why are you wearing those?” Chenle asked. He sat down on an armchair next to Jisung, and let out a dolphin-like laugh.

“What?” Jisung asked with a cheeky grin.

“We're inside! She's not here yet, so you can drop the cool guy act.”

Jisung glared at his friend through the black glasses, but his smile never went away. “Who's not here?” he asked to play dumb. ”I don't know what you're talking about.”

Haechan stepped between them from behind and placed an arm on each of their shoulders. “You know exactly what he's talking about,” he said. “And I'm telling you, it's not going to work. My sister doesn't date babies.”

“Who are you calling a baby?” Jisung asked and sneered. Chenle let out a loud laugh, a huge grin on his face. Haechan smiled and shook his head.

The person Jisung was interest in was Haneul, Haechan's younger sister. They had met before, five months prior, when Haechan had his family visiting in Seoul, and some of the members joined them for dinner. Jisung and Haneul had immediately hit it off, and though they hadn't talked since, he often dreamed of her beautiful face. He had even stalked her on social media. He had developed a crush, and it was important that tonight went perfectly.

Haneul and her parents had scheduled a holiday to coincide with this step of the tour. They'd all meet the family after the show, where Jisung had plans to ask her out. He wanted to take her to dinner as soon as they were back in Korea.

Haneul thought Jisung was cute. He was manly for his boyish look, and quite interesting to talk to. But Haechan was right, he was not the type of boy Haneul would ever bring home to meet her parents. As handsome and mature as she thought he was, he was a few years younger than her. She normally dated older guys.

When the boys got their key cards and luggage, and had settled in their spacious suites, they wanted to check out the hotel facilities. There was a private pool area located on the roof, used by celebrities and VIP guests who stayed on the top floor. There were only four suites, but they were large and luxurious, and because this was the final stop in Asia, the company had decided to spoil the members. The floor was theirs, and the pool was private for them to enjoy, away from the public and prying eyes.

Jisung shared his suite with Haechan. Together, they exited the room and took the stairs to the roof, where the scorching sun hit their bodies. As their eyes adjusted to the bright light and clear blue sky, they were greeted by a beautiful sight.

There was a main pool surrounded by palm trees, a white mosaic wall with a door from which they came, wooden sun chairs with towels neatly laid out on top, and a self-service bar at the far end to the left. Beyond the pool, a magnificent view of the city presented itself.

To the right, there was a second, smaller pool in a secluded area, surrounded by potted plants with large, lush leaves. The whole roof was an oasis of serenity, though the sounds of the busy city below could be heard even up here.

Chenle and Renjun were standing by a railing near the main pool, looking out over the city. Jisung and Haechan joined them.

“Wow, gorgeous,” Jisung said. The boys nodded in agreement as they took it all in.

Chenle turned to Haechan. “When's your family coming?” he asked.

“They'll be at the concert tonight,” Haechan said. “You'll meet them after.”

“I'm sure Jisung can't wait,” Renjun teased.

Haechan and Chenle joined him in laughter, but Jisung only smiled. His heart beat a little faster just thinking about Haneul, but he didn't want to show it. Clearly, he had failed already. He felt nervous and excited about seeing her again, and the boys knew.

The door in the wall opened and Jeno stepped out. “Come on guys,” he shouted across the rooftop. ”We've got to get going.”

They left the railing and city view behind, walked past the pool and palm trees, and stepped inside. Their eyes adjusted to the relative darkness of the hallway inside, as they disappeared into the bowels of the hotel.

*****

Naturally, the show was a big success. As they came down from the adrenaline rush of their performance, they sat down behind the stage. The crowd was still going wild in the arena, but people were starting to disburse.

Haechan disappeared for a few minutes. His family was led from the audience to a door as the arena emptied out, and behind it they hugged and kissed their son and brother. He was proud to have them there, and modestly accepted their praise.

Jisung and the others were waiting in the dressing room. When they saw the family they all stood up, and bowed in respect as introductions were made. When Jisung met Haneul's eyes, his heart beat faster and he bowed a little deeper.

The evening was followed by a late dinner at the hotel, together with the management team. Haechan's family had been invited too. Sitting next to each other, Jisung and Haneul picked up a conversation, just as they had five months prior. His feelings for her were not just a physical crush, but a genuine interest in her as a person. They had a lot in common, he thought, and though Haechan insisted he wasn't her type, she seemed to take an interest too.

“Hey Haneul,” Haechan suddenly said from across the table, snapping them out of their conversational bubble. “Tomorrow we have a day off before we leave for Europe. Why don't you join us on the hotel roof? We have our own pool.”

“I'd love to,” Haneul replied and smiled. She wasn't keen on sightseeing with her parents. Some quality time with her brother and his friends would be a great start to her week-long holiday.

That night, Jisung was in a t-shirt and boxers in bed, staring at the ceiling in the darkness of the suite. He had trouble falling asleep. The loud music and cheers from fans in the arena were still ringing in his ears, and his body was tired from the hectic schedule of the past few weeks. Haneul was also on his mind. He simply couldn't stop thinking about her.

He lifted his head from the pillow and looked around. The suite was spacious and open, with Jisung's large double bed along a wall in the far end of the living room, and Haechan's at the opposite side. Between them, to his right, a little light from the city shone through scattered gaps in the thick, black curtains of the wall-to-ceiling windows, and from his position he could make out a sofa and a coffee table, as well as the foot of Haechan's bed far away. The place was far more luxurious than they were used to. Management really had spoiled them this time around.

“Haechan,” he whispered. “Haechan, are you awake?”

There was no response, and no movement under the covers of Haechan's bed.

Masturbation starts here...

In need of a relaxing moment, and reasonably assured that Haechan couldn't hear him so far away, Jisung reached under the duvet and into his underwear. He was already hard. With Haneul on his mind, he grabbed the shaft and began stroking it. Slowly, while listening intently, he moved his hand up and down.

When he sped up, the noises he made grew louder. The mattress rocked gently against the bed frame. The sound of his arm against the duvet, and his head against the pillow, felt deafening to his heightened senses, though they were hardly a whisper. His body was hot and his breathing became heavy. He opened his mouth slightly to let out air as quietly as he could.

To reduce the heat and the noise of the bed sheets he kicked the duvet down, exposing his body to cool, fresh air. To block Haechan's view, he used his feet and the duvet to quietly prop up a makeshift wall by the foot of the bed. Confident that he was out of sight, he lifted his ass and pulled the underwear over it, until they were on his thighs.

Half naked, he pulled his t-shirt up, revealing his tummy, bellybutton and narrow waist. He spread his legs slightly to let the cool air reach all of his lower parts. It felt good, as did the stroking of his shaft when he picked up the pace even further.

To remain quiet, he lifted his elbow in the air so it wouldn't rub against his torso. He grimaced as he pleasured himself, then suddenly stopped.

On a bedside table there was a box of tissues. He rolled on his side to reach for it and pulled a couple out. Then he rolled back and resumed his masturbation.

With the tissues clutched in his free hand, he closed his eyes and Haneul smiled back at him. He imagined her gorgeous body and beautiful face.

With each jerk off the hand, his foreskin was pulled down a little further, causing a low sound. As pre-cum built up, the sound got louder. Immersed in the moment, he expanded the limit for how fast he dared to move, and how loud he dared to be, without the risk of Haechan hearing him. There had been no signs from across the room so far, and he felt relatively safe.

Suddenly, in a shock wave of pleasure, his body jumped. His muscles tensed and the blood pulsed faster through his veins. He let out a faint gasp. A jolt of fear rushed through him, and he stopped moving altogether.

He listened intently. Still nothing from Haechan.

It was time to finish this. Jisung pulled the t-shirt higher, all the way up to his chest, and arched his lower back to release the shirt from underneath it. He bent his knees, pulled his underwear down to his ankles, kicked them off and buried them in the duvet wall.

Almost fully nude and outstretched on the bed, he resumed the hand movements. Extremely slow and cautious at first, then faster with each jerk, until just before the speed which had caused him to almost come just a moment prior.

He kept this pace and steady rhythm for another two minutes, dreaming of Haneul's hands on his body. Occasionally, he squeezed and relaxed his butt cheeks alternately, causing his pelvis and tummy to move up and down. He struggled to keep his heavy, rapidly panting as inaudible as possible. Every muscle in his body worked hard, even in his face as he closed his eyes harder and grimaced excessively. Despite the cool air, his neck and forehead began to perspire.

Then he orgasmed. His body jolted as he squeezed his butt cheeks tighter, tensed the muscles in his legs, lifted his lower back in the air, and jerked his neck backwards in a sudden movement.

He quickly placed a tissue on the head of the shaft, as cum shot out of it. The white paper became wet in an instant, and he placed another. Then his body sank into the mattress and pillow as his muscles relaxed.

The dick pulsed as he emptied himself with a few more waves of cum. He opened his mouth wider as his breaths became longer and heavier, his chest raising with each deep inhalation.

He felt spent and calm, and smiled at the mental image of Haneul beside him. Finally, he would be able to fall sleep.

At the other end of the room, Haechan lay wide awake with his arms crossed over the duvet. There was no point in interrupting his friend, who wasn't doing anything he wouldn't often do himself.

When Jisung got out of the bed, Haechan glanced over without moving his head. In the darkness, it looked like he was sound asleep. He observed the silhouette of Jisung's naked body, as the boy pulled down the wrinkled and moist t-shirt over his chest, and lifted the duvet to find his underwear.

With feather light steps and without turning the lights on, Jisung felt his way to the bathroom. He went inside and shut the door behind him. Haechan smiled to himself, then closed his eyes. Jisung would never know that he had heard everything.

Click here to read Part 2.

🤍💜💙💜🤍

Want to read more NCT stories like this one? Check out the NCT Most Memorable Sexual Experiences series. A new story and member is posted every Monday!

#smut #nct dream #nct smut #jisung #park jisung #jisung smut #nct dream smut #nct dirty #nct imagines #kpop smut #chenle #nct chenle #haechan #nct haechan #nct jisung #jisung nct #nct dream jisung #jisung nct dream

62 notes · View notes