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[kmscb]

Demented Dreams is wicked fun for that bad lad in everyone (and lass)...

[rafeacs]

Best Friend Rafe x Reader Boat Day

Warnings: None (yet), fluff, soft rafe, yearning

“AH! What are you doing here?!” You screamed in utter fright as you stepped into your room, only to see Rafe lying on your bed. You were fresh from the shower and not at all expecting a presence to be waiting for you. 

“You haven’t seen me in a week, and that’s how you greet me?” Rafe questioned as he sat up, resisting a smirk to rise on his lips as you were only covered by a skimpy white towel. You roll your eyes and sigh, a smile coming to your lips, moving to your vanity to do your after-shower rituals, not at all conscious of your lack of clothing because you and your best friend Rafe were used to such scenes. 

“Seriously, what are you doing here?” You questioned, eyes locking with ocean one through the mirror where Rafe studied you as you lathered your face with differing products. “I haven’t seen you in a week. What? You didn’t miss me at all?” He raised his brow, and you laughed at the pretend hurt on his face. “How were the Bahamas?” You asked and stood, disregarding his question, and instead went to your closet to find something to wear. “Fine. It’d be better if you came,” He shrugged and peaked as you tried to decide what to wear. Catching the way you bent down to wear your underwear and shorts, your body still covered by a towel. Any sense of boundaries in your friendship seemed to disappear after years of knowing one another. Rafe smirked as you stepped out of your closet wearing one of his shirts that you stole from him. 

You sat next to him in bed, “It was a family vacation; I didn’t want to impose.” You shrugged. “So what’d you do while I was away? Sniff my shirts because you just miss me that much?” You scoffed a laugh and rolled your eyes at the smirk on his lips. “Sure, yeah, I just stared into your picture, counting down the days until you came back.” You went along with his bit. Rafe bit his lip and hoped you were telling the truth, but alas, he could only dream. 

“No, I uh— I mostly just stayed home, baked a bit. And played tennis; there’s a new instructor at the club; he’s cute— really great at tennis, too.” Rafe was quick to grow tense at your words, jealousy quickly spiking in him. “But he’s gay, so…” You added, and that eased the green-eyed monster in him. “Hm, what you wanna do today?” Rafe asked, wanting to change the subject. 

“Mm… I dunno, I kinda want to go to the beach.” You say, and Rafe nodded, “Then let’s go,” he quickly said. “But I also kinda just wanna hang out here,” You said, indecisive. “Then let’s hang out here,” Rafe responded, willing to do anything just as long you were in his company. You sighed and pursed your lips. “I don’t know, you pick!” You exclaimed, Rafe amused by your inability to make even the most measliest of decisions. 

“Wanna go on the boat? We could sail around, get some food, and catch the sunset,” He proposed and smiled as you eagerly nodded. Going to your closet to change your attire once more, Rafe shuffled in your room to get one of your bags and pack some things he knew you would need. “What book do you want?” He asked as he placed some towels in your bag, already anticipating you’d want to bring a book for the day, as you always did. “The one by my nightstand!” You yelled from the closet, trying to decide what color bathing suit to wear. Rafe took the book into his hand and smiled as he saw that you used a photo booth picture of the two of you as your bookmark.

Rafe squired you around town, getting the necessary things for your day in the boat—a lunch from your favorite restaurant and a pint of your favorite ice cream. When you arrived at the marina, Rafe could practically feel your excitement. He was quick to disembark his truck and open the door for you, swinging your bag on his shoulder as he escorted you to his family’s boat. As the sun rose higher and higher and the view of the island drew further, you and Rafe decided to have your lunch, but before the two of you could eat, you stepped and appeared with a giant thing of sunscreen in your hands. 

“I wanna eat,” Rafe grumbled as you sat next to him, placing sunscreen on his face. Your soft hands sent chills down his spine no matter how blaring the island sun was. He kept on complaining, saying he didn’t need sunscreen, but it did nothing to hinder you from traveling your hands along his chest and back as you applied for protection from the sun. “Men don’t need sunscreen,” Rafe grumbled as he watched you apply more of the lotion on his forearms. “You say that, but even men are not immune to melanoma,” You chirped, “Okay, all done!” You said you applied sunscreen to yourself as well; Rafe was waiting for you to finish before he started to eat. 

“Can you get my back?” You innocently asked, handing Rafe the tube. Rafe swallowed as you turned your back to him. Trying not to succumb to his urges because it would surely be obvious from the swimming trunks he wore. Rafe messaged the sunscreen on your back and marveled at how soft your skin was, resisting his urges to ‘accidentally’ pull the string of your bikini top and let his fingers trail further your frame. “Al— All done,” Rafe struggled to say after a moment, taking his time to spread the lotion all over your back, savoring each moment you let him touch your skin. 

You nodded and settled to his side as they both started to have lunch, but first, you took out a baby wipe and cleaned your hands. Rafe smiled fondly as you held his hands to clean them. He just loved how you fussed over him, how you were the only one who genuinely cared about his well-being. 

The afternoon was spent with you and Rafe lounging on the deck of the boat. Rafe pointed your view to the setting sun, and your back was settled against his chest as you read him your book. Rafe had no idea about the words you uttered. All he focused upon was the feel of your frame flushed against his, your voice that soothed his mind, and the fantasy that perhaps one day, you two could be more than just mere best friends. 

[theboysfromaustin]

May 4, 2007

Gav was getting used to this.

He was warm, fed, and tomorrow, he'd be starting work, which was a bit scary.  Living with Ian and Kazuo was a change, but it was a good change - he loved them, and he loved Anders.  He was becoming very comfortable around them, showering and sleeping with Ian and Kazuo.

However…

He hadn't been kissed yet.

Sure, they'd lavished his face and neck with gentle kisses, but not real kisses, like he'd read about in the bawdy romance novels he'd found in abandoned houses.  Just the thought made his stomach feel fluttery, and…he flushed red.  

Romantic kisses led to sex.

Or so the books said, but that was always between a man and a woman, not between three men, and he pondered the workings of that.

Ian and Kazuo were very gentle with him, letting him interact and give affection at his own pace, but he'd had so little human interaction in his life that he was curious about things.  He knew romance basics, he supposed, or at least an idea from those books and also from the gay magazines he'd swiped from corner stores, though he'd decided that they had to be embellished at least somewhat.

Hell, Gav didn't even know who the first one to kiss him would be.  Ian was sweet and gentle, and Kazuo was spicy and tended towards lewdness.  They were both excellent options.  He flopped into a chair, staring at the ceiling.  He didn't know a damn thing about sex - the romance novels were a bust, and the magazines were mostly photos of buff men in sultry positions, but he had some idea.  He flushed red.  These thoughts still sometimes put fear into him, even though his parents could no longer get to him.  Kazuo came out of the kitchen with a box of crackers and a brick of cheese, “Hey, you want some?”

“Didn’t Ian tell you not to eat cheese?”

“He said not to eat all of it.  And he ran to FreshPlus.”  Gav grinned, taking a seat on the ratty couch next to him.  Kazuo started slicing cheese while Gav opened the crackers.  “Hey, Kazuo…” “Yeah?” “Who was your first kiss?  Real kiss.” Kazuo popped a cracker into his mouth, “It was Ian.  First relationship, first kiss.” Gav picked up a cracker, “What was it like?” Kazuo smiled, blush coloring his cheeks, “It was very sweet.  We were outside, I was pretty much in his lap, and he…I’m still surprised he initiated it, he was so shy back then.”

“What does it feel like?” “Soft, warm, you can feel the love coursing through your partner.  Why are you asking?  Wait, you’ve never had a proper kiss, have you?” “N-no…” Kazuo cocked his head, watching the redhead.  He loved Gav, but he also knew Gav was a bit…innocent, definitely inexperienced.  Gav looked away, before his gaze flicked back up, his green eyes meeting Kazuo’s amber.

Kazuo’s fingers brushed his cheek, and his heart sped up.

Gav raised his head, leaning forward, Kazuo’s hand moving to his chin, fingers intertwining with his goatee.  “C’mere…” Kazuo’s lips brushed his, his piercings cold against Gav’s skin, mouths meeting fully.  Gav shut his eyes, leaning into it.  It was soft and warm, and he could feel how much Kazuo loved him.  The black-haired man gently bit his lower lip as they parted, “How was that, sweet?” “A-a-amazing…wow…my first…” “There’s more when you’re ready.  No rush.  We want you to be comfortable.” “Thank you,” Gav leaned on Kazuo with a happy sigh, “I’m very happy here.” “Oh my god, you’re cute.”  They both looked up as Ian came in the front door.

“What are you two up to?”

“Snacking and getting to know each other.” “I just had my first kiss…” Ian grinned, “Did he treat you right?” “Oh, yes.” “Good man.  Are you doing okay?” “Amazingly,” Gav grinned.  “Ah, Kaz, I’m about to make dinner!” “I can eat this and dinner.” “You’re a menace.” “Love you!” Ian shook his head, heading for the kitchen.  “Hey…” “Mm?” Kazuo paused, cheese and crackers in hand.

“Tomorrow…”

“Tomorrow?”

“I think I’ll be ready?” “It’s okay if you’re not, it’s a big step.” Gav snuggled into Kazuo, “I love you guys.” “We love you, too, Gav.”  Gav sighed, shutting his eyes.

He was happy with how things had gone.

[yanderelovlies]

To give you a short while to relax, let me tell you a story on how I got into the deep deep deep rabbit hole of fucked up romantic fiction 😀

So I loved to read story books when I was around 4-5th grade. I was good with my english for a country that doesn't speak it much (philippines) and joined several writing and reading contests and spelling bees.

But all the books I read with thin and colorful and had pictures, I wanted something large and thick(lmao) and tons of complicated words to practice with. And my grandma at the time had her own little library in her house and she would give me access on tons of books, she didn't say anything about me reading murder mysteries and horror genres... But what intrigued me, was this one book.

I forgot what the title was but it had a mature warning in it with sexual and horror themes. I was so fucking innoncent at that time cause i didnt know what the word sexual meant and at this age my mind could visualize shit better than other kids *cough* maladaptive daydreaming *cough*

The plotline was about a female detective in the 1950s and when solving for a case she always senses someone was following her and thinks it was the suspect of the crime she was trying to find answers to. It wasn't the suspect unfortunately, but a stalker who yanks his meat whenever he hears the detectives voice on the radio.

And OH MY GOD. Something horrible sparked in me. It was two things, one, gay awakening cause the detective was a total girlboss, and second, my obsession with problematic men. I couldnt understand the hanky panky scenes BUT THE WHISPERING AND THE TENSION BETWEEN THESE TWO OUTSIDE THE HANKY PANKY MY GOD

I read that for two years until I discovered yanderes, otome sims, fanfiction.net, wattpad and ao3 but durring those years i had forgotten about the book's title.

And i wanted to find it but unfortunately grandma passed away due to old age in 2020 and her house was in a custody battle between my dad and aunt because grandma never put who would inherit the house in her will. Just divided some fortune between children and grandchildren.

It was also in the will that I would get all of her books (and her amoire that I used to play dress up in and various handbags which was very slay because she had taste 💅) but it wasnt all of the books.

I knew because she had more than two boxes worth of it. She had a bigger collection than any of her friends and coworkers back in the 1960s, her mini library was filled to the brim with books, not a shelf with a single crevice,but all I recieved were 57 books. Her murder mysteries and erotic novels but I never found the one that got me into the rabbit hole..

And the end. Hope you enjoyed :) tell me if you want a vague description of the book cause I read most of it and some lines definately be fic material 👀

Sincerely- Murder Mystery (MM) Anon, a follower since your first work

First off, I love how your grandma nutured your love for reading. My mom did the same for awhile until I had books like fucking everywhere in my room. Though I find a little odd, she would let you read a book like that 👀 or maybe she didn't know, and that's why you didn't get it as an adult?? I kinda wanna know now lol

Also, I didn't get into creepy stuff till I was in my teens (I'm calling myself out and saying creepypasta oop). Like legit when I was younger, my mom put on 1968 Night of the Living Dead movie on me and my brothers request claiming "we were old enough." I stayed up all night that night watching outside my widow cause I knew for SURE zombies were gonna rise at any moment. I also could not listen to any metal music....I was a very scared kid....

I didn't get into erotic literature until I was sixteen or so. I can't think of an incident that stands out because, really, I didn't know anything and just read basic shit. If it had extra tags of kinks and shit I didn't read it.

I thought I would share a bit of myself since you were nice enough to share about yourself, but I would like to hear about this book! Maybe it will give me some inspiration 💕

Oh! And that last bit about your being around since my first fic astounds (in a good way!) me but makes me happy. Thank you, love 💕💕💕

[brookston]

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Herbie Goes Bananas (Film; 1980)

Indelibly Stamped, by Supertramp (Album; 1971)

The King of Staten Island (Film; 2020)

Kinky Boots: The Musical (Film; 2019)

Klute (Film; 1971)

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Lumber Jerks (WB LT Cartoon; 1955)

Mickey Mouse Disco (Disney Cartoon; 1980)

Monty Python: Live at the Hollywood Bowl (Comedy Concert Film; 1982)

The Notebook (Film; 2004)

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On Being and Nothingness, by Jean-Paul Satre (Book; 1943)

One Size Fits All, by Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention (Album; 1975)

Porky’s Party (WB LT Cartoon; 1938)

Prime Suspect 1973 (UK TV Series; 2017)

Purple, by Stone Temple Pilots (Album; 1994)

Purple Rain, by Prince (Album; 1984)

Red-Headed Woman (Film; 1932)

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[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 6.25

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Arbor Day (Philippines)

Blade Runner Day

Color TV Day

Cucumber Day (French Republic)

Day of the Seafarer (UN)

Doonesbury Day (Washington, DC)

Feast of the Optional Holiday

Festival of Ranting and Vaporing

Flag Day (Finland)

Global Beatles Day

International Hug a Deer Day

Korean War Remembrance Day

Lakota Victory Day

Leon Day

Log Cabin Day

Mitch Lane Day

National Camp Counts Day

National Leon Day

National Olaplex Day

National Police Community Cooperative Day

No Prayer in School Day

Paddington Bear Day

Pixie Day (Devon, England)

Rainbow Flag Day

Salute Your Hometown Day

Sense of Humor in Bed Day

Smurfs Day

Stripper Appreciation Day

Teacher’s Day (Guatemala)

Tennis Shoe Day

UNICEF Maroon 5 Day

World Anti-Bullfighting Day

World Sand Dune Day

World Vitiligo Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Anthony Bourdain Day (a.k.a. Bourdain Day)

Goats Cheese Day

International Rosé' Day

National Catfish Day

National Croatian Wine Day

National Fried Okra Day

National Strawberry Parfait Day

4th & Last Sunday in June

America's Kids Day [4th Sunday]

Bereaved Father’s Day (UK) [Last Sunday]

Descendants Day [Last Sunday]

Gay Pride Day [Last Sunday]

International Sit in the Front Pew Day [4th Sunday]

Log Cabin Day (Michigan) [Last Sunday]

Mother’s Day (Kenya) [Last Sunday]

National BeActive Day (Ireland) [Last Sunday]

National Ducks and Wetlands Day [Last Sunday]

National Fatherless Children’s Day [4th Sunday]

National Forgiveness Day [4th Sunday]

Independence Days

Détian Tsardom (Declared; 2021) [unrecognized]

Mozambique (from Portugal, 1975)

Norfolk Empire (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Slovenia (from Yugoslavia, 1991)

Virginia Statehood Day (#10; 1788)

Feast Days

Adelbert of Northumberland (Christian; Saint)

Agoard and Aglibert, near Paris (Christian; Martyrs)

Antoni Gaudi (Artology)

Bonalu (Goddess Mahakali; Hindu Goddess of Time and Death)

Charles Martel (Positivist; Saint)

David of Munktorp (Christian; Saint)

Ed Gein Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Eurosia (Christian; Saint)

Humpty Dumpty (Muppetism)

Ludi Taurii (Games of the Bull; Ancient Rome)

Maximus (a.k.a. Massimo) of Turin (Christian; Saint)

Melee of Scotland (Christian; Saint)

Molaugz (Christian; Saint)

Philipp Melanchthon (Evangelical Lutheran Church in America)

Presentation of the Augsburg Confession (Lutheran)

Prosper of Aquitaine (Christian; Saint)

Prosper of Reggio (Christian; Saint)

Seamen Day (a.k.a. Seafarer Day; Pastafarian)

Thoth’s Day (Pagan)

William of Monte-Vergine (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [25 of 53]

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

All You Need is Love, by The Beatles (Song; 1967)

America the Beautiful (Disney 360° Film; 1967)

Big Daddy (Film; 1999)

Blade Runner (Film; 1982)

Bosko’s Dog Race (WB LT Cartoon; 1932)

Crockett-Doddle-Do (WB MM Cartoon; 1960)

8-1/2 (Film; 1963)

F9 (Film; 2021) [F&F #9]

The Fox Chase (Disney Cartoon; 1928)

Have You Got Any Castles (WB MM Cartoon; 1938)

He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother, recorded by The Hollies (Song; 1969)

Herbie Goes Bananas (Film; 1980)

Indelibly Stamped, by Supertramp (Album; 1971)

The King of Staten Island (Film; 2020)

Kinky Boots: The Musical (Film; 2019)

Klute (Film; 1971)

The Last Flight of Noah’s Ark (Film; 1980)

Lumber Jerks (WB LT Cartoon; 1955)

Mickey Mouse Disco (Disney Cartoon; 1980)

Monty Python: Live at the Hollywood Bowl (Comedy Concert Film; 1982)

The Notebook (Film; 2004)

The Omen (Film; 1976)

On Being and Nothingness, by Jean-Paul Satre (Book; 1943)

One Size Fits All, by Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention (Album; 1975)

Porky’s Party (WB LT Cartoon; 1938)

Prime Suspect 1973 (UK TV Series; 2017)

Purple, by Stone Temple Pilots (Album; 1994)

Purple Rain, by Prince (Album; 1984)

Red-Headed Woman (Film; 1932)

Sleepless in Seattle (Film; 1983)

The Thing (Film; 1982)

25 or 6 to 4, by Chicago (Song; 1970)

Won’t Get Fooled Again, by The Who (Song; 1971)

Today’s Name Days

Dorothea, Eleonora, Ella (Austria)

Adalbert, Dominik, Maksim (Croatia)

Ivan (Czech Republic)

Prosper (Denmark)

Inna, Lenna, Linda (Estonia)

Uuno (Finland)

Aliénor, Eléonore, Prosper, Salomon (France)

Doris, Dorothea, Eleonora, Ella (Germany)

Erotas, Fevronia (Greece)

Vilmos (Hungary)

Agato, Diogene, Guglielmo, Oriella, Orio (Italy)

Maiga, Milija (Latvia)

Baniutė, Geistautas, Geistautė, Vilhelmas (Lithuania)

Jørund, Jorunn (Norway)

Albrecht, Eulogiusz, Lucja, Łucja, Tolisława, Wilhelm (Poland)

Fevronia (România)

Tadeáš (Slovakia)

Guillermo, Máximo, Próspero (Spain)

David, Salomon (Sweden)

Bill, Billie, Billy, Guillermo, Liam, Mina, Minnie, Prosper, Velma, Vilma, Wilhelmina, Will, William, Willie, Willis, Wilma, Wilson (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 176 of 2024; 189 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 25 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 14 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 8 (Jia-Yin)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 6 Tammuz 5783

Islamic: 6 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444

J Cal: 26 Sol; Fiveday [26 of 30]

Julian: 12 June 2023

Moon: 47%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 8 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Charles Martel]

Runic Half Month: Dag (Day) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 5 of 94)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 5 of 31)

[sunshineistyping]

Random DJ MM and Moon Headcannons in My Au!

Warning: Spider tattoo

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DJ MM:

He’s a natural brunette

He’s 25

He has a genius IQ but he never talks about it or pursues any career of that kind

Knows he’s massive and uses it to intimidate people when needed, however, he usually hunches over a lot to seem less intimidating then he is

Prefers not to say anything, talks with his eyes instead

His eyes are blue but he wears contacts 70% of the time that make them look black

Wears black eyeliner under his eyes

Has a scar from the corner of his mouth to his ear that he usually covers with a black face mask

He refuses to tell anyone who sees said scar exactly how he got it

Has a single piercing on his left eyebrow

Wears tons of rings because he thinks they’re cool

‘Resting Bitch Face’ x2 but he’s actually a really sweet guy and his smile is really soft

Loves romance books

His spider tattoo is a black widow that looks like this:

His hair is an even split of blue and pink but he regularly fluffs and messes with it so it looks like this:

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MOON:

His favorite color is pink

He knows how to knit

He also knows how to sew and has made dresses for the little girls n boys in Suns class (His brother had to BEG)

Knows smoking is horrible for him but does it to relieve stress

He only gets his natural nails painted and they’re fairly long

Wasn’t sure of his sexuality for years and thought he was gay in both middle and high school

Turns out he is very, very Pansexual

Refuses to explain why he hates dogs, I’ll tell you why, it’s trauma

Doesn’t actually ‘hate’ them, he’s terrified of them. He wants to love them and is willing to work on his fear

Had minor Philophobia for a while, there’s nothing wrong with sexual attraction but love itself scared him. Eventually gets over his fear and ends up with his current S/O (Reader obvi) a year or two later

Used to take tests for Sun in high school because with a little makeup and a higher tone, he could pass as Sun

He was known for occasionally skipping anyway, and if Sun was sick he loved his brother too much to ruin his perfect record (Sun had an obsession with being on time and present everyday)

After high school he started dying his hair black so he wasn’t an exact copy of his younger brother

Found a deep love for handmade bracelets and has TONS

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[kmscb]

Working up a little story in sketches, no dialogue, titled Missing.Don't know where it's going, yet, but I'm giving the muse free rein. Might do it as a coloring book. Might not. We'll see...

[sangriacrucifix]

tagged by @inkyfruit 😝😝 lemest boy

Last song: FOR YOUR LOVE by Måneskin

Favorite color: red and light blue

Last movie: American Psycho

Next on watchlist: What We Do In The Shadows

Last game: Resident Evil 4 Remake

Last book: Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

Sweet / Savory / Spicy: savory mm delishos

Relationship status: got no one but myself sobs

Last thing I searched online: "gay wizard books"

Current obsessions(s): Doctor Who <33 

Greatest flaw: i have constant pity parties bc i keep wallowing in my own sadness (chronic overreactor)

Fic that I’m currently reading: The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Universe by OrangeFoxes

have no one to tag LAMAWWW

Tagged by @vexic929

Last song: I Will Possess Your Heart by Death Cab for Cutie because it's the last song on the official Eobarry playlist

Favorite color: uhh, I like red and yellow.

Last movie/show: Luca

Next on my watchlist: Luca (didn't finish)

Last game: I think it was probably the ipad version of Injustice because I don't really play videogames

Last book: The Death of Iris West

Sweet/savory/spicy: savory

Relationship status: single for the good of everyone involved

Last thing I searched online: I searched Xochiyaoyotl

Current obsession: Eobarry specifically, the Flash generally

Greatest flaw: Putting up with things I shouldn't for too long

Fic I’m currently reading: I am a binge reader so unless I'm actively reading there's nothing I'm working on reading.

Tagging: @jayspilledink @jayzelnut @tooattached2fictionalcharacters @hardwiredweird and anyone else who'd like to do this

[vukovich]

peculiar prompt: soulmate au where your dick is the same exact length as your soulmate’s (i guess everyone has a dick in this universe idk 😂) anyways drarry discovering they are soulmates in whatever convoluted way you would like!

Nine and Three Quarters

Summer weddings were an unlikely tradition for a family that ran high to freckles and sunburns, but Harry didn't mind. Usually.

This wedding, though, he'd have just as soon not attended. It wasn't that he harbored any romantic intentions toward Charlie, but seeing him so bloody happy made Harry keenly aware of his own solitude.

Charlie and Constantin fed each other forkfuls of cake and grinned. They were perfectly-matched. Identical white short sleeve dress shirts and gold waistcoats, sparkling blue eyes and mirrored grins as they threatened each other with blobs of icing, much to Molly's horror.

Their matching gold rings felt like an extension of the tattoos on the underside of their left forearms. Charlie's was a dragon, of course. Constantin's was a crouched hippogriff. They were exactly the same size, but different designs and colors.

Forearm tattoos abounded among gay wizards, but it had taken seeing Charlie and Constantin together for him to notice the pattern. A plate of cake floated to his table and set itself down in front of him. He picked it apart with his fork, separating the layers of frosting out from the the cake, then mashed the fluffy cake down into a pellet.

A breathless Charlie flopped into an empty chair next to him and surveyed the wreckage on his plate.

"Got a grudge against that cake?"

"Huh? Oh. No. Sorry."

Charlie slid Harry's cake away, probably for its own good. Constantin and Fleur fox-trotted past, and one of them reached out to ruffle Charlie's hair.

"No date?"

"Nah." Harry licked his fork clean, rolled the bits of cake around in his mouth, and wished he'd have eaten the slice.

"Still doing the playboy thing, eh?"

Harry shrugged. "I guess."

Charlie huffed a laugh. "You guess? What else would you be doing at clubs?"

Harry shrugged again.

"Well, if you get tired of it and want the name of a really good soulmate tattoo artist, let me know." Charlie wiped up a dab of frosting off Harry's plate and popped his finger in his mouth. "Until then, enjoy hunting in the dark."

Charlie rose to leave, but Harry reached out and grabbed him by the buckle on the back of his waistcoat.

"Soulmate tattoos?"

--

--

"But I thought the tattoo went on my arm."

Harry kept his hands in his jeans pockets, just in case the man decided to help him disrobe.

"It does..."

Bushy grey eyebrows rose in speculation, and the man's brown eyes squinted at Harry, unsure of whether Harry was playing a prank, playing dumb, or playing at nothing.

"So why would I take my trousers off?"

"Riiiggght," he said slowly, gently spinning back and forth on his stool. "Why don't you tell me what you do know about soulmate tattoos."

Harry hooked his thumbs in his pockets and looked around the tattoo parlour for clues, but there was nothing but drawings on the walls. Pictures of forearms, too, all with differing sizes of beasts and creatures on them.

"Uhm," Harry started, "they go on forearms." The man nodded and motioned for him to continue. "And... they're... magic?"

The man shook his head and sighed. "The death of gay wizard culture, I swear. I blame that app."

"Wait, there's an app for-"

"Soulmate tattoos are the size of the wearer's dick."

Every tattoo Harry had ever seen ran through his head at once, and he stood slack-jawed for what felt like hours.

The man continued. "And so part of getting one is getting your dick measured. Professionally."

"I... Uh..."

"Men lie on the app. That's why all these boys are running around thinking they don't have soulmates, but older men know better. Back in the day, we'd just walk up to a bloke, line our arms up, and pair off."

Harry looked at the ceiling and tried to imagine a scenario in which that didn't sound both terrifying and oddly comforting.

"Why would you line them up?"

The man stared at him for a long. fucking. time.

"Soulmate dicks match, kid." He grumbled something about the Internet. "Now do you want the tattoo or not?"

"I... Uhm... Maybe later?"

"Suit yourself."

--

There had to be a better way to do this.

Harry balanced on tip-toe, focused on his dick with one eye, and dipped his quill. His tongue peeked out a corner of his lips as he concentrated on tracing around his shaft.

Was the quill angled accurately? Was the nib too far from his skin to be accurate? Was width even relevant?

He let out a held breath and dropped down to his heels. The paper on his desk was an embarrassment.

"Looks like a fucking caterpillar," he grumbled to himself.

Maybe they made enchanted quills for this.

--

The nook of art supplies at Flourish and Blotts was overwhelming, but it smelled good. Needle-sharp enchanted nibs sounded like a terrible idea. Image-grabbing paper sounded equally dangerous. What if he got his dick stabbed or absorbed into a piece of paper?

Someone cleared their throat behind him.

"Can I help you?"

Draco Malfoy met his eyes with a hesitant smile. He looked strangely at home surrounded by paper and ink. He wore a rumpled black t-shirt that advertised in bold white letters "Truth Quills: The Reign of Error Ends Here".

"Uhm... maybe?"

"What kind of project are you working on?"

"I'm... just... tracing something?"

Draco nodded and reached up to grab a pack of nibs just above Harry's head. The Dark Mark on his forearm caught Harry's eye. It wasn't a Dark Mark anymore. The skull wore a crown of red roses, and the snake had been filled in with vibrant yellow and blue markings. Harry decided it looked a bit like a Grateful Dead album cover. But prettier.

"These are good for most projects if you're just starting out."

Draco handed him a plastic box with more thingamajigs than he had any idea what to do with.

"Uhm, okay. Thanks."

"No problem." Draco's eyes wandered down to Harry's forearm and his smile faltered. "Anything else?"

"No, I think I'm good."

--

He wasn't good. He was nowhere near good, and he had black ink all over his dick. Also on his hands, and the table, and the floor, but those were less important.

"Looks like a goddamn Holstein dong."

--

"Alright," Draco said, and his smile was bordering on a smirk. "But what's the reference? What are you trying to trace?"

A dozen dick-shaped things came to mind, and Harry blurted, "A banana."

Draco did not laugh. Not with his mouth. Just with his eyes. His t-shirt today said "Blink Ink: Drier than your ex" in jagged black script.

"Mm hm," Draco squeaked through his nose. "Is accuracy important?"

Harry let out a relieved sigh. "Yes."

Draco cleared his throat and schooled his face. "Here."

He handed Harry a Truth Quill. "That ought to give you an accurate outline of your... banana."

--

"Hot damn!"

Harry held the outline of his cock up to the light. Damned if it wasn't perfect. He laid it face-down on his forearm and frowned. How was he supposed to get it onto his skin?

--

Draco faked a cough and covered his mouth and nose with his hand. "Pardon?"

"I need to transfer it."

"But a backlight won't work because..."

"Uhm... it can't... light can't go through the... other... thing."

Draco's t-shirt today had a frilly, looping font that said, "Nearotica: Almost There."

"Dare I ask what material you're transferring this banana onto?"

Harry focused on Draco's forearm, and the curve of the roses, and the sinewy body of the snake.

"Uhm... leather?"

Draco shot him a challenging look Harry didn't understand. "I suppose you'd want a cautery tool for that."

"Uhm... okay."

--

He wasn't okay. He had two burned dots on his forearm, and a hole in his paper at the base and tip of the outline.

Over a hundred galleons spent, and all he had to show for it were what looked like two mosquito bites that were exactly one penis-length apart.

The hell with all of it.

--

Harry dropped bags of barely-used art supplies on the store counter, and Draco's chin snapped up. He cocked his head and looked at the bags while Harry read his t-shirt: "Thrill Your Darlings: Tropes and Nopes."

"Didn't work out?" Draco asked.

Harry bent down, rested his elbows on the counter, and shook his head. "Can I return it?"

Draco shrugged. "Store credit, since it's all been opened."

Harry buried his face in his hands. "I'll take it in coloring books."

"I'll throw in some markers."

Draco shot him a pitying smile and stood to collect the bags. His eyes caught on the two burn marks on Harry's forearm. He set his elbow next to Harry's and pressed their wrists together.

"Huh," Draco exhaled. He rolled his tattoo against Harry's forearm. The peak of the rose crown touched the mark nearest Harry's wrist, and the snake's tail met the other.

Harry stared at their arms, wide-eyed and panicked in the best way.

"Is it-" Harry started. "Do they, uhm..."

"I... do believe so. If your banana outline was accurate."

Harry gulped. "It was."

"Huh," Draco repeated. "Well, in that case, there's a giant mandala coloring poster I've had my eye on, but it's a bit much for one person."

Harry let a grin spread across his face. "Consider it sold."

[hufflautia]

Are you in love with me?

This can’t be happening, Slytherin thinks as he approaches her slowly. I shouldn’t have run out of the room. He can talk to other girls if he wants to, it doesn’t matter to me. 

Her anger dissolves into something else. It is another feeling—one that she’s afraid to address. 

A thought breaks free from the confines of her stubborn heart. 

But it does.  

Hufflepuff lifts his hand to caress her cheek, effectively making her mind go blank. 

“Are you in love with me,” he asks softly.  

Slytherin swallows with difficulty, her heart pounding. He’s so close she can make out the tiny speckles in his earthy brown irises. “No.” 

There’s a moment in which they stand there in silence, and the universe holds its breath. It exhales when Hufflepuff leans in and kisses her so sweetly that she is left dazed after they pull apart. She doesn’t remember tangling her fingers into his hair nor can she recall the moment he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer as their lips moved in unison. 

His gaze lingers on her parted lips. 

“Are you in love with me now?”  

Slytherin lets out a small laugh, and he revels in the warmth of her breath brushing against his skin.  

“Not yet,” she murmurs, her cheeks kissed with a tint of rosy pink. “Ask me again tomorrow.”   

A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “I’ll put it at the top of my to-do list.” 

She hums happily. “And you?” she muses. “Are you in love with me?”  

“I’ll have to think about it.” He gives her a grin, one so warm and utterly Hufflepuff-like that she feels as though she will melt in his arms. “I suppose you’ll have to ask me again tomorrow. Until then, I’m gonna kiss you.”

Hufflepuff smirks when she raises her eyebrows, slightly taken aback by his bluntness. 

“You know,” he tilts her chin up, “for decision-making purposes.” 

Her heartbeat quickens. 

Fin. 

~

MASTERLIST (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง << Sometimes you can’t see the embedded link because tumblr is built different. If it doesn’t work, go to my main page; the masterlist is pinned.

This ficlet is inspired by Chapter Three of Happy Birthday by Ohhhmyloki. 

Author’s note: This may be the most spontaneous thing I’ve ever written. Hope you enjoyed! Comments and reblogs are appreciated. 

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[crossinghxrry]

hello hello !!

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Learn about me !! ૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ ⸝⸝ ₎ა

꒱ my name 𖠌

im harrisson but i also go by panda/pandaz!!

꒱ pronouns 𖠌

i go by he/him pronouns and those only.

꒱ age 𖠌

am fifteen and turning sixteen in september ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ

꒱ how i identify 𖠌

im a gay trans man <3<3!!

꒱ extra info about me 𖠌

im taken and have been for almost a year !! (very excited ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა )

very very convinced i am autistic, while not being diagnosed i allign with many many symptoms

i like to double up and combine my words, also like to replace im with mm (not on this post to avoid confusion). i will not using most punctuation beside !!

what my blog will be ꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱

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꒱ posts 𖠌

posts will range from "mood boards", random life updates, thoughts/ideas, and simple things about that i like

꒱ schedule 𖠌

i am not the most active on any social media platforms so my posts may be very inconsistent. ranging from spamming to not even once a month.

my interests and about me ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა

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꒱ likes & dislikes 𖠌

my boyfriend<3<3, most house pets (especially cats), pandas, music, making "aesthetics", playing comfy games, anime, and art

dislikes: the general dislikes (rude people, racists, homophobes, etc), political talk, loud people, weird textures, bananas(icky icy), heavy judgement on interests, and others i can't think to name૮₍๑•ˑก₎ა

꒱ favorites 𖠌

♡ color

neutrals, green, and pastels (pink especially)

♡ animal

pandas, cats, seabunnies

♡ food

honey buns, goldfish crackers, wheat thins, pretzels

♡ game

stardew valley, minecraft, acnh, pokemon

♡ song

hollywood forever cemetery sings - father john misty, love song for lady earth - del water gap, witch love - nico yaryan

♡ movies

lion king, old yeller, avatar, brother bear

♡ shows

arcane, little bear, anne with an e, shameless

꒱ interests 𖠌

i am currently very very interested in stardew valley (my main farm just entered year 8 and near perfection!!)

i am also getting very interested in writing once again (used to be an old hobby) but it's coming back stronger than ever after reading a really good book.

creating "aesthetics" has been really really fun for me and im trying to get better and better at creating them, as well as editing images.

though it's not a strong strong interest i am trying to get back into art. though i am not good at it it was an old interest of mine which i would love to bring back

though i do not know if it is the right word, i think i am into "puppy regression". though im not positive that im fully into it, im comfortable using that term with what i do. my posts will probably be centered around it tons and that will also be me learning about myself.

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[cattles-bians]

'our exes are dating' damie AU part 2

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em: jamies like, sitting w her head in her hands wearing big stompy boots and flannel going god dani our exes are dating. we’re Stereotypes (danis like well. i will hold my tongue about the outfit but technically their exes are also dating)

obsetress: "what about my outfit?" "nothing baby, you look very cute”

obsetress: ok but dani and jamie finding out rebecca and vi are dating and jamie's immediately calling owen like "mate."

em: i am so thinking of making the bly manor au version of The Chart from the l word

em: owens like who haven’t u dated at this point n jamies like oi (quietly) u know i get nervous around girls

em: owen we can’t ALL be Married to hannah grose

obsetress: jamie can't stand vi most of the time like you said but she definitely had a drunken one night stand with perdita

obsetress: they were both young and lonely and had something to prove

obsetress: ok but imagine vi and rebecca are having some holiday party at their fancy ass apartment and dani and jamie are showing up and perdita is there and viola's like "dani, you remember my sister. jamie, this is–– jamie? perdi? are you okay?”

obsetress: perdita pulling vi aside later and hissing "that's her! that... jamie, that's her" "who?" "that... that girl i told you about, vi, the one who––" "the one who insisted on buying you breakfast but then never called you back?" “yes"

em: jamie......

obsetress: she wants to be so nice and so soft but then…

obsetress: also they stayed over at perdi's and she was sober enough the next morning to realize what a trust fund baby flat looks like

em: jamie viola acquaintances to enemies to. nope still enemies

jamie: dunno what the fuss was about. not like i stole anything

dani: sorry what

dani: why would you even think... did you?

jamie: what? don’t be ridiculous.

jamie: i cut that shit out years ago

obsetress: in vi and rebecca's lavishly furnished guest bedroom later that night…

dani, whispering: we could, you know

jamie, half asleep next to her: wot

dani: steal something. they wouldn't miss it

jamie: dani, we can't just––

dani: that print over there is nice though, isn't it?

dani: would look nicer at ours

em: the most illegal thing dani has done is smoke a joint so she’s READY

obsetress: she is ITCHING obsetress: anyway they absolutely take it and the next time vi and rebecca come to theirs for "a quaint, country weekend" viola doesn't even notice, but rebecca squints at it for a minute

em: sjhfjsh,afasf

obsetress: be gay, do crime -dani clayton, probably

obsetress: new crack headcanon: dani always trying to rope jamie into doing benign little gay crimes with her

obsetress: smoking a joint, stealing vi and rebecca's print, stealing owen's veggies

em: jamies like babe u know i’ve. been to prison right. i don’t really want to- and danis like no i only mean SMALL crimes

em: Funny Crimes

em: jamies like oh well actually i love fucking with viola i’m in

obsetress: the only thing that could convince jamie

obsetress: jamie's like "what if we replace viola's green tea with that silly detox green tea" and dani is just like

obsetress: "i see you trying and i love you so much for that"

em: i am wheezing at ‘what if we gave viola laxatives’

dani: she has a delicate constitution she’d know Immediately

jamie: (eating some suspiciously old leftovers) rich people are fucked

em: jamie: i’m gonna rearrange her books

obsetress: dani visibly cringes

obsetress: ”don't tell me that's gonna bother you too" "i–– nO"

em: full on greenhouse scene pphht. no?!

obsetress: flashback to: dani and viola rearranging her library for fun on a rainy day

em: jamie: i’m gonna buy cleanskin wine and put expensive labels on it

dani: now THATS funny

obsetress: full on jamie taylor bootlegging operation

[later edit: cleanskin wine is an Australian/New Zealand term for cheap unlabelled wine.]

obsetress: jamie: look, dani, you went from bootlicker to bootlegger

dani: hey!

em: relabelling garbage wine for fun and profit

em: viola does that wine sniffing thing and she’s like mm. do i detect some notes of willow. a lovely cultivar and damie are trying. so hard not to lose it

obsetress: rebecca side eying the two of them

obsetress: what is friendship if not just exes fucking with each other

em: so true bestie

obsetress: omg final thought before i ptfo on the book rearranging

obsetress: when they were together dani def suggested to vi that she organize her shelves by color and viola just stared at her in horror

obsetress: ”i know americans are illiterate dani, but really?" "and i know the british are notorious snobs, but seriously?"

obsetress: (it is not as toxic as it sounds. they're mostly just snarking at each other and end up kissing against a bookcase like half a minute later)

obsetress: and just. imagine how happy viola is when rebecca moves in with her massive collection of russian poetry volumes and automatically just starts slotting them in in alphabetical order by author's last name

obsetress: vs. at dani and jamie's where jamie just leaves books where she leaves them and lets dani take care of the rest

em: at mike don’t worry we will meaningfully flesh out ur side characters

audacity: anyway I'm slipping away from work for 1 minute to say leftist jamie and liberal vi still lives in my head rent fucking free thanks to y'all because it's literally—

audacity: i am kindly asking it to stay In My Head

em: ‘liberal vs leftist ding ding ding round one fight’ has been RUNNING around my head

em: viola saying landlords provide a valuable service wrt housing and resources and dani has to HOLD jamie back

audacity: vi: capitalism is an important aspect of our society since it provides much-needed inspiration for the working class—

obsetress: five times jamie and viola got into a fight at their standing damvibecca biweekly dinner and one time they didn’t

---[bonus:]---

em: i wanna believe jamie and viola realise they both have an incredibly niche interest in common, and jamie HATES this (violas like oh ho ho i have charmed this jamie taylor, she absolutely has not) but i can’t figure out what the fuck the interest would be

em: maybe maybe some intersection of storytelling and folklore and ghost stories but i cannot figure it out

obsetress: jamie hates it but suddenly she’s been talking to viola about rural hauntings in northern england and viola’s been talking to her about rural hauntings in southern england and two hours have gone by

em: dani: it’s nice to see you guys get along :)

jamie: ……… >:/

[yukipri]

Marco’s Bauble Part 4 - a One Piece Mermaid AU Text Story

Next part of Marco’s Bauble! Was posted in advance on Patreon ^ ^

In which the Whitebeards gossip

Contains mention of Marco x Luffy.

Continues off of, and should be read after:

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 1

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 2

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 3

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Namur values his crew's privacy. And given that he doubts he was even supposed to see Marco's secret, he absolutely can't disclose it to anyone.

Which is why he's snuck into Izo's room at ass o'clock in the morning, when everyone but the morning shift is asleep, but Izo's awake because he takes a few hours doing his hair and makeup.

"This had better be good, I don't usually enjoy an audience before I'm presentable," Izo says.

Namur doesn't really get what's unpresentable about Izo now. Sure he looks different, with his ridiculously long hair still loose and spilling to his waist, pulled back from his face with a seemingly simple band that Namur saw Izo drop a small fortune for. Izo's plucking up various bottles of liquid lined up on his vanity, methodically shaking a few measured drops into his palm before patting them into his face. Namur doesn't see any difference before and after the drops are applied.

"It's...it's not my secret to tell, but no one else seems to know, and I need to talk to someone, it's too big for just me," Namur says, reluctantly. "But you can't tell anyone, Izo, I mean it."

Izo just hums in response, and Namur sweats. He seems to be doing a lot of that these days. Maybe he needs to take a few days to just swim, being above sea level for too long can be stressful for fishmen.

Because this is already seeming like an increasingly bad idea. Izo isn't known for being particularly good at keeping secrets; if anything, he's a known gossip. That being said, he's also one of the best listeners aboard the Moby (it's how he gets his info), and more importantly, is the third best person to go to for good, thoughtful advice.

The best person to go to for advice is, of course, Pops, but Namur wilts at the mere thought because it really, really isn't his place to talk to Pops about this without Marco's consent. And unfortunately, the close second for Best Person to Go to For Advice is none other than Marco himself, everyone's Big Brother and caring Mother Hen Supreme.

And, well. It's not like Namur can go to Marco to talk about Marco.

"Well, I'm waiting," Izo says, and apparently he'd gone through his entire lineup of six little bottles of mysterious liquids, and is now blotting some paste onto his skin with a weird brush-like contraption. Namur squints, but can barely see any difference between the areas with the paste and without.

"Please don't tell anyone, unless they already know," Namur stresses again, praying.

"Yes, yes." Izo continues blotting.

"Marco proposed to someone."

Izo continues blotting.

Namur sweats.

Izo's hand gradually slows, and Namur realizes he's finished covering his entire face. Namur sees zero difference.

"Just so we're clear," Izo says, as he finally turns to face Namur. "When you say 'Marco,' we're talking about the fire chicken one, and when you say 'propose,' we're talking about the marriage, weddings, and babies type?"

"Babies?!"

No, no, that actually hadn't crossed Namur's mind, but it's there now, and he knows logically that devil fruits don't work like that, but his mind is suddenly filled with the image of an entire school? flock? of tiny colorful winged merbabies, and he's oh, oh NO they're so cu--

"Namur! Focus, please!"

Namur blinks. He doesn't know when it happened, but one of Izo's eyebrows is more defined than the other now.

"Yeah, that Marco," he confirms. "And I, I don't know about...the last thing, but yeah, if successful, usually the kind that results in marriage type."

Izo's oddly calm, and is facing his mirror again. He frowns momentarily, but then smooths his expression and begins applying his other eyebrow. Namur realizes that Izo's able to keep his face so smooth because he wants to draw on his face evenly, and that's actually quite impressive. Though, he has no idea why Izo needs more eyebrows, when he already has perfectly normal ones growing on his face.

"Who's the boy who stole the stupid pineapple's heart, it must be someone we know," Izo says, voice light.

Namur wasn't exactly planning on disclosing this much, he'd just wanted someone else to help him think of how best to support their brother's potentially upcoming union, but Izo's definitely not taking no for an answer, and that's a fight he knows he can't win.

"It's Ace's little brother, the one Thatch went to go fetch," he says reluctantly. "And even though she's his 'little brother,' she's apparently a girl, and a mermaid."

There's a clatter, and Izo curses. Namur tries to peer at Izo's face in the mirror, and notices a weird black blob by his eye that Izo's now trying to delicately smudge off. It wouldn't have been there in the first place if Izo hadn't been trying to poke himself in the eye with the weird brush thing. Namur really doesn't get this makeup business.

"You're telling me," Izo growls, and Namur flinches at the irritation, though he gets the feeling it's directed mostly at the eye blob. "That Marco's straight? I could have sworn he was gay!"

Namur blinks at Izo.

Izo blinks at Namur through the mirror. The eye blob makes his face look slightly crooked.

"Oh, right," Izo mutters, picking up his brush with face distorting ink again. "I thought Marco only liked guys like that, so it surprised me that he likes a girl. Maybe he's bi. Don't worry about it, it's a dumb human thing."

"Oh," Namur says, and yeah, he's heard vaguely about humans being weirdly obsessed with only liking a specific gender or two. It's a very foreign concept that Namur doesn't really get because it doesn't exist on Fishman Island, and romance stuff rarely comes up on the Moby, shockingly enough, or at least in front of Namur. But he's glad Izo doesn't seem too upset, because that would upset Namur. Namur's never met Ace's little brother, but he imagines she'd look so very charming next to Marco, given how in love Marco looked when he was sending off his proposal. He wants to root for them.

"Although, hm, does Ace know? I doubt he'd be very happy about Marco sweeping his dearest little brother off her feet, er, fins," Izo says, seemingly more relaxed now that his face distorting paint is cooperating. His face is now even, although his eyes actually do look different now, more like the Izo Namur usually sees. It's fascinating.

"I don't know," Namur confesses, and he's suddenly feeling very glum at the thought of their little fire cracker baby brother not being happy. Even though Ace didn't formally join, he's still their littlest brother, and Namur's very fond of him, and has honestly lost track of the number of times he's dived into the sea to fetch the reckless kid. He was honestly devastated when Ace said he was leaving. It's alright now, now that Namur knows it was just to bring home Marco's future bride, but he hopes Ace will be supportive too.

"And how did you know he was proposing?"

At this point, what does it matter what else Namur shares? "Well..."

By the time Namur's done answering all of Izo's questions on Fishman Island courtship and Marco's respectful application of it, Izo's done with his face.

"Well, that was certainly a fascinating talk," Izo says with lips the color of a raw fish's innards. "Now I'll have to kick you out before I do my hair. At least I finished my face."

Namur knows he's been excused. "Thank you for your time. Also, it looks very nice, your face," he says politely as he gets up. It seems awkward not to comment on it, after having watched Izo work so hard on it for the past half hour. "Although it looked nice before too. I like the eye paint."

Izo pauses contemplatively, then nods. "That's an acceptable compliment. Thank you. Now, shoo."

~~

"So, who's the wedding for?"

Izo jolts as Haruta settles his tray on the other side of the table.

"What wedding?"

"Don't play dumb. You're planning a wedding. I noticed some of our books were moved in the library, and you were the only one who was in there before me. You were looking up Grand Line marriage traditions, and going through shitty wedding magazines that no one's touched in a decade," Haruta rattles off as he stirs his soup, and Izo inwardly curses.

He thought he'd placed them all back where he'd found them, but alas, apparently nothing gets by Haruta's observation skills, and his talent for butting into business that has nothing to do with him.

"And given the selections, I'd say it's not for you." Haruta continues, as though he knows Izo's tastes by heart and sadly, he probably does, and not just Izo's but the whole crew's. "So someone's getting married, or they're thinking about it, and you're planning. I want to know who."

"You're a nosey little shit," Izo says, because he knows there's really no point in denying it to Haruta without tangible evidence, which he lacks. He's also too tired to deal with this shit, because he did his hair in a hurry in order to make it to the library before everyone woke up, which means it's slightly less perfect than usual. And being anything less than perfect is a truly exhausting business.

"Mm-hmm," Haruta says, and momentarily seems distracted by his plate. There's a tiny, almost imperceptible frown on his lips, and Izo only recognizes it because he'd had the same thought.

The food's by no means bad, and they have many fine cooks on the Moby. It's just, it's a little different, without Thatch's personal touch. Izo hates that their brother's temporary absence is so tangible. Damn him for going on his little vacation.

They continue their meal in silence, and Izo hopes that Haruta's forgotten, his mind having moved on to terrorizing other innocent brothers. Izo thinks he might be able to get away, when Haruta gets up right alongside Izo to return his tray.

"So who is it?" he repeats, as though they hadn't just sat in thirty minutes of silence, and Izo wants to tear out Haruta's hair in frustration, because Izo would never tear out his own hair for any reason.

"It's none of your business, don't you have work to do?"

"My work is knowing stuff. Tell me."

"This isn't something you need to know. That's what I'm telling you."

"Nice try. Lemme guess. Is it Marco?"

Haruta laughs at his own joke, and promptly walks into Izo's back. Izo tries to get over his momentary freeze, but the damage is done.

"Holy shit, it's MARCO?!"

"What happened to Marco?" Vista has the absolute worst timing in entering the cafeteria, because he's standing directly in front of them. He already has his sword sheaths removed from his belt, no doubt so he can polish them in a corner after he's done eating, as is his usual ritual.

Haruta's eyes are blown wide, and Izo wants to stop him but no one can out-talk Haruta when he wants to talk, so it's like watching a cannonball hurtling towards an inevitable collision.

"Marco's getting married."

Vista never drops his swords.

Vista's swords clatter to the ground.

And now everyone inside the cafeteria, and those in the line forming outside behind Vista, all stop to stare.

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days in the sun // jhs

summary - it's a gloomy day for hoseok, and all he can think of is you: his light

pairing - vampire!hoseok x female!reader

genre - angst; vampire au, slight historical au

word count - 2k

warning - vampire yoongi makes a quick appearance, blood drinking, death, this is just sad

author’s note - would like to acknowledge that, yes. i know the title is a song from disney's "beauty and the beast" (2017). italics equal flashbacks

Closing his book, Hoseok glanced to the time. 6:37 am. It was barely morning, setting his book off to the side, he folded his arms behind his head. He hadn’t slept at all last night. Granted sleep for him was unnecessary but he was restless this particular night. Because of the date. It was the anniversary. It was another painful year without you. With a sigh, he closed his eyes. He could still picture how your hair fell, framing your face beautifully. He could still perfectly remember your smile, how he’d do anything to see it. You were so beautiful. 

“Hoseok!! Where are you taking me!” He had you in tow as you shrieked in excitement. 

“Almost there!” He laughed as he pulled you a little further into the gardens of your family’s estate. He knew he shouldn’t be seeing you without a proper chaperone, but he wanted to see you. 

Your hand in his, he pulled you past the low hanging branches of a tree. “Seokie!” You giggled as he came to a stop. Ever so gently, he spun you around until your back met the trunk of the tree, your dress catching on the rough bark. “What are we doing here?”

For a moment, Hoseok didn’t say anything; he just looked at you, taking in your beauty. He merely placed a hand on your cheek, the warmth of the sun peeking through the tree caressing your skin. “I missed you, darling.” He confessed as he stared into your eyes. 

You close your eyes and lean into his touch. “I missed you too.”

Sucking in a breath, he sat up. He couldn’t reminisce the day away, not when he had things to do. He pulled back the curtains of his apartment window, greeted with grey skies. A gloomy day. With a tight smile pulling on his lips, he sighed. “Perfect.”

Hoseok got changed out of the clothes from yesterday, wanting to look his best today. He chucked his old clothes into a basket, finding a fresh shirt and slacks. He fixed his appearance up, making sure that not a hair was out of place. Finishing up tying his shoes, he tucked his umbrella into his pocket and headed out the door. 

The streets were busy this morning, people wanting to get to work before the rain kicked in. Per his usual routine, he ducked into a coffee shop a few blocks away from his apartment building. The smell of fresh coffee filling his senses as he moved to stand in line. As the wait droned on, Hoseok found his eyes being drawn towards a couple, hidden away in the corner of the cafe, laughing to themselves as they shared their breakfast.

“Miss L/N, Mister Jung has arrived.” The butler announced as Hoseok stepped up to the gazebo; there you sat on the opposite side of the small table, dabbing your face with a napkin, riding your face of any cream or crumb that might’ve resided on your lip. 

“Mr. Jung,” you smiled at him as he took his seat across from you.

“Couldn’t wait for me, I’m assuming.” He chortled, noting the small eaten croissant that was on your plate. “Apologies, if I kept you waiting.”

Your face flushed from embarrassment as you looked down to your lap, “No, I’m sorry. I should’ve waited until you arrived.”

“Well, I’m here now, Miss L/N.” He started, taking his own napkin and laying it across his lap. “Shall we begin?”

“Sir, next in line please.” Hoseok was pulled from his thoughts as he saw that he was next in line, being called by the barista. 

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled as he asked for his usual order, leaving a slightly larger tip to apologize for holding up the line. Drink in hand, he walked back out onto the streets beneath the gloomy sky. 

Hoseok kept walking down the street, taking the occasional sip of his coffee; the drink warming his eternally cool body. The drink did little to nothing to his energy nor his taste buds, all it did was warm him from the inside out. Not necessarily a bad thing, but today of all days it hurt a bit more than usual. He missed it’s taste, but all the liquid could do for him was remind him of the permanent ice that rested deep in his soul. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a spot of color amongst the gay that loomed over all the city. Turning his head, he recognized the small building as a flower shop, hidden between two larger buildings. Crossing the street, he made his way over to the bouquets that lined the front of the store.

It was a warm spring day, the two of you were in a field of flowers, far from either of your homes or any sort of supervision. Hoseok had his head laid down on your lap, listening to you talk about flowers. Some of the information he was able process, but truthfully he was completely enthralled with you. The way the sun was perfectly behind your head, illuminating a halo around you as you looked down at him. 

“Seokie! Are you even listening to me?” You teased him, noticing he wasn’t paying attention to your words as you explained the meaning of another flower. 

“Do you promise not to be mad at me if I say no?” He bit back a laugh as you gasped, playfully smacking him on his chest. “Forgive me! I promise to listen now!”

“Mm, you better.” You stuck your tongue down at him as you picked a flower within your arms reach. “What kind of flower is this?” Holding the small blossom in front of his eyes.

He squinted up at it, recognizing the white and yellow of the plant. “It’s a daisy.”

“Mmhmm,” you affirmed as you ran your free hands fingers through his dark locks, warmed by the sun. “Do you know what it means?” 

“What?”

A tender smile is on your lips as you brush some of his hair behind his ear, placing the small flower there. “To most the meaning is innocence, but for you; Hope.”

“Oh, and why is that, my love?” A smile of his own slowly growing as he looked up at you.

“Because you give me hope,” you began as you let your hand rest upon his chest, tracing designs along the crisp white cloth. “You’re my hope.”

Hoseok opened the door of the flower shop, “Excuse me, do you happen to take custom orders?” With a nod of her head, the shop owner asked what he wanted. 

A few minutes later he walked out with a blooming white bouquet; the shop owner saying that a pure daisy bouquet wasn’t the right approach for visiting a loved one, believing his reasoning behind the flowers. White hyacinths, for loveliness. Because that’s still what you were to him, lovely; and yarrow, everlasting love. Ironic in his case, he does have love for you everlasting. One he doesn’t quite think he’ll ever forget.

It starts to rain as he approaches his destination, the cemetery. He doesn’t move to open his umbrella just yet. He stands at the threshold for a moment, letting the icy rain fall over him. He places a hand on the stone pillar that marks the entrance. It feels too much like that night.

Everything burned, Hoseok let out a garbled scream as pain seared through his veins. The cause of all this pain? The man who he thought was his friend, the one he was considering to be his best man when he finally asked for your hand in marriage; Min Yoongi. 

He should’ve known this creature was not his friend, not the one he knew at least. He knew Yoongi was always a reserved man, but the past few weeks he should’ve suspected something was wrong when he received an invitation to his house well past midnight after not hearing from him at all. But yet this is where he was, writhing in pain beneath his friend, whose sunken his teeth deep into the flesh of Hoseok’s neck; gulping down his blood. 

When Yoongi finally released his grip on him, they both fell onto the floor, panting heavily; albeit for different reasons. Tears burned down his cheeks as Hoseok cried, he didn’t quite fully understand what had happened. He was scared, confused, and in pain. But all that came out from what had happened was tears. 

His hand moved from the stone to his neck, grazing over the site of where the bite mark once was. It’s healed over the century, not even a scar to even prove that it happened. But he knows it happened, he wouldn’t be here if it didn’t.

Hand gripping the flowers, he stepped into the cemetery. He followed along the pathway, watching as the headstones got older, more moss covered and less visited. Then he saw it, taking a deep breath, he started towards the headstone. Your headstone. 

He knelt down in front of it, re-reading the inscription for what feels like the millionth time: ‘Y/N L/N, Beloved Daughter, 1851-1869, Aged 18’. Reading those words over and over again felt like an arrow puncturing his heart. You should’ve lived longer, you deserved a long happy and wonderful life with or without him. But you didn’t.

And it was his fault. 

“Hoseok, you’re scaring me.” You trembled as he stuttered towards you. He doesn’t remember getting to your house, he doesn’t remember how he got into your room. But soon as he set his sights on you, he began circling you, like a wild animal hunting its prey.

“So. . . hungry. . .” The sound of your heart racing was roaring in his ears. He drank you in from bottom to top, licking his lips as his eyes landed on your neck. You looked so delicious, he had to have you. He needed to have you. Lunging forward, he tackled you to the floor in a loud thud. Someone should’ve heard that, he needed to be quick. Just a bite. Only a bite. 

He let his tongue run over the expanse of your skin, his mouth was watering over the barest taste of you. With a growl, he sank his teeth into you, piercing your skin. Quickly, he began to lap up the blood that seeped from your fresh wound, all while you squirmed and cried, begging for him to stop, to get off you. But he didn’t listen, soon as he had a taste of you, his laps became gulps. Hoseok drank from you until you ceased moving, but not even that stopped him. 

He kept going and going and going until his thirst was finally quenched. But by then the damage was too late. He remembers looking down at your blank face, your eyes still open looking up at him. The image made him sick. 

“Y/N? Are you alright in there?” A voice called as it knocked on the door. Covering his mouth, he scrambled back to his feet. His eyes never left yours as he walked backwards towards the window.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he placed the flowers at the base of your headstone. With the rain coming down so quickly, he was no longer sure if he was crying or not, the rain mixing with his tears. He was damned for life, not only for what he was, but for what he had done. He should’ve never gone to you in the state he was in. He should’ve packed up his bags and left town; you wouldn’t have ever been able to see him again, but at least you would’ve been able to live. 

The image of your lifeless body still haunted his every waking moment, he tried not to think of you as that still form. But to remember you as you were, beautiful and warm. You were his sun. His light. His love. 

Hoseok opened his eyes to stare blankly at the gravestone. Without thinking, he pressed a kiss to the rough edge of the marble headstone. Standing, he unfurled his umbrella, finally stopping the rain from soaking him any further. He took one last good look at the headstone, then walked away.

[simons-temple-of-eros]

wip thingy

so, here’s a little taste of what i’m working on. i may accept some constructive criticism, just keep in mind that this is mostly a self indulgent pet project i’m doing for fun.

|| Chapter 1 - A Good Title ||

You stand before the door of the apartment. It looked more like a large mansion, dark and old and covered in moss, and yet despite all this the enormous building instead filled you with a sense of curiosity.

You weren't sure if you thought of yourself as any sort of special person, as someone who was particularly 'clever' or 'bright', often too distracted by the little pieces of the world and missing the bigger picture, a lone writer in the plastic beaches, publishing stories for nobody.

Yet the invitation that arrived at your door, sealed with a rose like something out of a story book, begged to differ. Addressed to your name, it explained that the sender had read some of your writings about the world, complimenting your writing ability as well as your 'ability to see beyond what your eyes could perceive' which was a compliment you didn't hear everyday but still made you feel appreciated.

Making your way to the small Oregan town was a surreal affair, watching the scenery outside the windows of the buses and cab you had taken morph from the dry browns and oranges of the heat-stricken wastelands to the dark jewel tones and cloudy atmosphere of the woods.

Rereading the curly script of the letter, you considered the possibility that it was all a scam. Or a prank. Some Prince-of-Nigeria-esque scheme to rip-off a local writer and make them think they're going to be invited to some high caliber meeting of great minds only to rip the rug from underneath them and record their reactions for internet cred. It'd be a lot of effort for a cheap laugh, that's for sure. But as some nobody in silicon valley, you figured you had nothing to lose by checking it out.

Once you had stepped out of the cab, you were greeted by the cool, woodsy breeze which was a stark contrast to the oppressive heat of your previous home. Taking in the scent of morning dew and pine needles, you figured you could get used to this.

Then came the moment of truth. Preparing for the possibility of being laughed at and going back to the concrete hellscape you came from, you approached the dark walnut door and, taking a breath to steady your wits, gave the door a good knocking. Not just a knock, a good few gay knocks.

After a few moments, you could hear approaching footsteps from inside and the door swung open to reveal a greying man in a very showman-like suit. The kind of suit you'd expect on a magician type or similar such event, all red and black.

"Hey, you're not part of the IRS, are ya?" He had questioned in lieu of a greeting.

"Nope! The IRS are a tool of the bourgeoisie." You had answered, mostly unfazed by the strange man's question. Because hey, what was some harmless tax evasion in the grand scheme of things?

((Author's Note: I am a good citizen and always do my taxes. Remember to stay in drugs and say no to school, kids!))

"Mm, good enough for me." The man grunted in reply. He then turned towards the inside of the mansion and called out, "Hey Sixer, your nerd friend is here for your nerd sleepover!"

Your curiosity was further piqued as you heard another, less gruff voice call back, "It's not a sleepover, Stan, for the billionth time!"

In just a few moments, you were greeted by the sight of another male. He appeared to be related to the man who opened the door as they shared many similar features. However, this man's hair appeared to be fluffier, sporting a lighter grey stripe across the middle. He also seemed to have a more chiseled chin and rather than wearing a magician like suit, he sported a dark maroon turtleneck paired with some black pants and accenting the look was a long, cream colored coat.

Normally you'd wonder why he was wearing a coat when he was inside, but damn if he didn't pull it off.

"Hello there! You received my letter, I assume? My name is Stanford Pines, and the man you just talked to is my brother, Stanley Pines." He greeted enthusiastically, reaching to shake your hand. You didn't hesitate to give his hand a shy shake as you gave him your own name in turn.

"You must be freezing out there, do come in. I'd like to show you around." Pulling your jacket around your shoulders, you were all too happy to oblige, following the man into the warmth of the strange house. Little did you realize just what you were getting yourself into...

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