#my noodle boy was desperate to leave

[daenysthedreamer101]

DAEMON PLS FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THE GODS IN WESTEROS LEAVE HARRENHAL I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! ALYS LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!

[amorchai]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ─ j.m

⭑ ttpd collection!

pairing(s): jess mariano x reader

summary: two lovers are separated by distance, relying on brief, romantic reunions to keep their relationship alive.

words: 1204

warnings/tags: angst, dean forester hate.

you remember how fast your heart stopped when lorelai gilmore told you jess had been sent back to new york. luke beelining for the storage room at the back of the closed diner when you entered to meet with your boyfriend, leaving a sympathetic female figure to deliver the news instead.

no goodbye that night. tear-strucken duvet cover being thrown aside when your lonely home’s phone goes the following morning, his disgruntled voice on the other line begging for forgiveness. it wasn’t the nicest phone call you shared, most likely the worst, ‘why were you not going to school?’ ‘why didn’t you tell me?’ ‘how could you let this happen?’

you were both too scared to bring up the two words – break up. jess promised to see you again and you felt like a bad partner for doubting him, but you only believed he brought it on himself.

late night phone calls and handwritten letters were the only source you had, the only way your relationship with jess mariano didn’t dissipate into an angsty nothingness. to everyone else, it seemed you had moved on, focusing on graduating and finding what to do afterwards. no one aware that when you arrived home you would sit with dinner and listen to his voice for hours.

dean forester walked you home after a long shift at doose’s market, you were no fan of dean – in fact if there were an ‘i hate dean forester’ club where luke would run it, you would be an avid member. but you made small talk as he stayed only a street away from you. you kept up with his pace as you knew jess would be waiting by the phone at this time.

“lindsay’s wanting a big bookshelf in our bedroom so after shift tomorrow i think i’m gonna be spending my time-” you interrupt dean’s words, restless on your spot metres away from your front door, “yeah, sorry dean, listen- i’m really tired, i’m gonna head inside. thanks again.”

your tone was quiet and short, dean catching on with a swift nod and ‘bye’ before trapsing down the street where his wife awaited him in their small apartment. you let out a sigh, held in for most of the day and fiddle with your keys as you find the right bronze, tarnished fit.

you throw your bag and work apron on the floor, kicking your shoes off in one fluid motion as you walk towards your kitchen to make a pack of instant noodles in preparation of cooping up by the couch.

however, your pace slows down into a freeze as your head turns from the tv you were sure you turned off before you left and to the boy who sits on your couch. he still has his jacket on, trainers on the rug as he sheepishly looks towards you.

your arms, which were above your head as your fingers worked the clasps out your tight hair fell to your sides in disbelief. jess stood while you were silent, walking towards you with a welcoming smile.

“i used the spare you gave me, that okay?” jess asks, flashing the rusty key from his pocket before returning it, now standing in front of you. “how- why are you here?” you ask instead, looking up at his eyes which don’t leave yours, scanning the specks of colour that slightly disappear as your pupil’s widen.

“had to see you,” jess replies before both of his hands find purchase of the back of your neck, giving you a long well-awaited kiss. your achy bones lose tension from the simple touch, missing the inhale of your boyfriend’s scent as your fingers grip his jacket, grounding yourself.

jess’ thumbs are bumping your earlobes as his kiss grows more feverish, desperate to have you as close as possible which you don’t mind complying to. “my mom’s staying with her boyfriend tonight, so i had to come back to see you,” his murmurs are pressed against your lips.

“you don’t live close, jess,” you reply, hands sliding under his jacket to be able to feel warmer, his lips trailing off to your cheek and down your jaw as he hums, “drove three hours.”

your heart swells indefinitely, “that’s why you weren’t texting me back,” you giggle while melting further into his kisses against your skin, tears welling up in your eyes from the emotion of it all. it felt like a secret between you both, having him here in the dim light of your living room, the whole town unaware of his temporary return.

jess moves back to look at your face, wide-eyed and content while his thumbs stroke down your cheekbones in a gentle sweep, and the tears fall where his touch acts as wind wipers do on a car window. he pecks your lips during the conversation, making up for lost time.

“can you stay the night?” your question sounds more desperate than intended, the thought of finally not having an empty bed to lie in sounds too good to be true. “wish i could stay forever, baby. i’d have to leave at four in the morning, mom’ll be coming home early to get ready for work,” but your nose nuzzles his, foreheads brushing as you beg him to stay.

with the promise of waking you up at the time he’s leaving you both enjoy your night together, sharing dinner and kissing amid the television programme forgotten in the background. you had missed him, and if it meant you got this night of peaceful return in exchange of the town not knowing, you were willing to be as quiet as a mouse.

only an hour of sleep went by, spending your night in the gentle touch of your boyfriend, shared kisses and helpless conversations keeping you up. before you knew it, jess was awaking you, a gentle kiss to your forehead, soft touches to your skin alongside as it settles upon you.

you’re in your pyjamas while jess is fully dressed, his old clothes you had kept messily on the floor as you walk with him towards the front door. “i’ll try to come by as much as possible, i know i can come every two weeks because that’s when tj has time off to spend it with mom.”

hands are soothing over his t-shirt, your fingers prodding the material fondly, not wanting him to leave, “that’s a lot of effort, jess. are you sure?”. him driving down three hours each time, maybe applying for a college in new york would be worth your time as well as your relationship.

“if it means i get to see you, i don’t really care,” your heart swoons from the dedication, kisses planted to his cheek as you both bid farewell. the cold crisp air hits your face when you open the front door, continued kisses until he can drag himself to his car, “i’ll see you in a fortnight, baby.”

you stand by the door, watching until the car is out of sight, not caring about your tired eyes or the darkened streets, only willing to wait until you see him every two weeks. a temporary solution until you can find a better way, you were uncaring.

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[presleygarden]

Shirley Dieu speaks on Elvis & Ginger ☁️

“Elvis and Ginger showed up in Joe’s and my bedroom once more.

Elvis said, “Hey, let’s meditate.”

Then Joe said, “You guys go ahead, I have to take care of some calls in the living room.”

I can’t even imagine Joe of all people wanting to meditate.

So Joe slipped out of the bedroom leaving Elvis, me and Ginger on the bed.

Elvis had Ginger and me sit in a circle with him and we held hands in silence as he hummed.

After a short time, Elvis started to share his knowledge of meditation, then we were abruptly interrupted by the phone ringing. I answered it. It was Joe wanting to know if Elvis was through meditating. I told him yes and, as I hung up the phone, I could see out of the corner of my eye Elvis taking Ginger’s hand and quickly placing it on his left shoulder, then patting it as if to let her know to keep it there.

Then I turned around and in a sad, “little boy” type of way, Elvis said, “See Shirley, Ginger loves me. Just like you love Joe.”

This broke my heart.

Ginger’s hand sat there like a wet noodle on Elvis’s shoulder.

Then, once again, Elvis reached up and placed his hand on Ginger’s and began to stroke and pat her hand ever so gently as if to say, “See? See, Shirley?”

Ginger never smiled, and her eyes never met his.

She just sat there like a mannequin.

I felt so sorry for Elvis.

I only wished that I could have done or said something to make him feel loved.

I don’t believe that it was necessarily Ginger that Elvis wanted; he just wanted love.

He had obviously seen firsthand what Joe and I had together and had commented on our relationship several times before.

Elvis was no different, and like anyone else, he wanted the fairy tale as well as the magic.”

•excerpt from Memphis Mafia Princess by Shirley

🌀🫀

Side note: I think this story is really important to share because you do get a glimpse of the desperation that pulsated through Elvis.

His desperate need to be loved & comforted + seen.

The man longed for companionship & understanding. It seems that he wasn’t yet willing to make the major changes needed to conquer the things he most wanted.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Hmm...actually, once the identities are revealed...how do Sandy, Pigsy and Tang feel about whenever SWK or Mac casually drop a gods name casually, like "Oh, Nezha said he might drop by later", like that has to feel weird, y'know?

Macaque tries to keep things subtle around the noodle shop gang, but Wukong slips up occasionally.

When Nezha first appears at the shop pre-reveal looking like a grungy teenage demon with snake features (he's associated with them in the mythos) and SWK welcomes him warmly - Pigsy and Tang just assume the kid is relative that the monkey couple trusted enough to know where they are. Soon Nezha starts to get used to being treated like An Actual Child by adults who care about him and his mature facade starts to break down. The noodle shop gang think its more that the kid has a rough home life and needs a safe place to hang out. So whats the harm in letting the little guy stay too?

After the two monkey's are revealled as the Monkey King and the Six Eared Macaque however? Many questions are asked.

Pigsy: *turns to look at "Nez"* Nezha: "..." Pigsy: "Let me guess... Lotus Prince right?" Nezha: "Yeah." Pigsy: "You gonna turn back into your real form or...?" Nezha, looking a bit bashful: "What if I told you the snake-y and gross teenage stuff was my real form?" Tang: "Oh my gosh... you need acne cream." Pigsy: "TANG!" Tang: "I'm just saying! Human puberty is bad enough! Imagine being immortal with it! He needs to keep moisturized!" Pigsy: "Well, atleast he's been eating decently since he's been here... could use more protein though." Sandy: "And plenty of rest! You can't burn the candle at both ends! Even if it's infinite!" Nezha: *is honestly touched* (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

But yeah the gang do get confused at times when the monkeys bring up random names in history/mythology they know. Like "Cooking with Chang'e" airs one night, and Macaque randomly mentions:

Macaque: "Huh, she's on tv? She used to be really nervous with public speaking when we were little." Pigsy, shellshocked: "How do you know that!?" Macaque: "She's my sister, duh. I was born from a moon rock. She helped raise me until I moved to Flower Fruit Mountain to be with other Monkey demons." Pigsy: *incomprehensible spluttering* Tang: "Does she actually like mooncakes, or is that more a commercial thing?" Macaque: "She likes them, but her favorite kind has osmanthus in it." Pigsy & Tang: *aggressively takes notes for different reasons*

After a while it gets more annoying than amazing. Especially since Pigsy was already unimpressed with any immortal who wasn't Chang'e.

Erlang: "I require an audience with Sun Wukong." Pigsy, not even looking up from the stove: "He's on break." Erlang: "I assume you did not hear me correctly. I require an immediate audience with Sun Wukong." Pigsy: "And I told you: HE'S ON BREAK! Now you wait, buy something, or scram!" Erlang, stunned: "......lamb noodles please." *Wukong returns from break to see Erlang feeding his dog bits of lamb.* Erlang: "Wukong, you must understand that my visit is not one of pleasure. I have tasked myself to inquire about the status of your mission regarding The Egg." Wukong: "No egg here! Except for whats in the fridge. Hehehe." *dad joke* Erlang, glaring with all three eyes: "Hmm..." Wukong: *sweating nervously* Erlang: "...ok. I can see that you're truthful in that there is no Cosmic Egg present in this facility. Why you busy yourself in these mortals matters is beyond me. But be warned simian..." Wukong: "What?" Erlang: "We should spar more often, bro. Me and the Plum Hill boys starting to miss you on the training grounds. Plus you're starting to look fluffier." *Erlang and his dog leaves* Wukong: "Phew! Glad I got rid of him!" Macaque, returns from getting cheese tea, visibly pregnant: "What that jerk want?" Wukong: "Old work stuff." Macaque: "He's lucky I'm incapacitated, or I would have neutered him to match his hound." Wukong: "I know you would." Tang: *trying desperately not to explode cus was that just Erlang Shen?!*

Sandy is a lot more chill. That person he just talked to was a god? That's cool! Hope he's made a new friend today! Accidentally befriends a bunch of them just by being a cool dude. The dragon kingdoms think he's a great ambassador.

[herdelreydear]

I was all over her

pt 1

warnings: college!au, mean!ellie, owenxabby, elliexreader, (a bit abbyxreader bc of readers past, smoking, drugs, alcohol, some angst, nsfw in this or the next parts

summary: Dina drags Ellie to a camp where they can work at for three weeks, the money is good and they get a little vecation from their college life. It’s annoying but it gets more interesting when Ellie gets to know the other girl that is joining as a camp leader.

notes: i’m really excited for this series, it’s gonna be inspired by the 80s slasher summer camp vibe! They’re not in the 80s anymore but their town is so stubborn, that they still got all the old equipments so it kind of feels like it anyways. I’m also going to switch from different perspectives to get a better view from everyone’s thoughts when things get spicy :P

reposting, liking or even commenting would be so so appreciated <3

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„Ugh“ Ellie grunted shoving her stuff in her backpack that was already falling apart and had some holes here and there. It didn’t bother her as long as she didn’t loose anything of her supplies.

„If the money isn’t worth it i’m going.“ Dina, laying on her bed watching her- „Of course Ells as if you’re not living off of instant noodles and my stuff the last few weeks“ she grinned and rolled onto her stomach.

„The kids are gonna be annoying but remember how we were that age?“ she let out a quite laugh. „Were the ones making the rules now, so how bad can it be?“

„Oh fuck you“ Ellie sighed and finally got her backpack to zip up. „Kids that age are little shitheads“ she stood up and let herself fall on the bed next to Dina. „Well yeah, but at least they’re not that bad, I mean they wont be older than 16 y‘know?“

„Well with 16 I started selling“ Ellie grinned. „But if I catch one of them doing anything like that imma beat their ass“ she looked at her phone to check the time. „Well, or their mom will“

Dina flipped a finger against Ellies forehead „Ouch“- „You’re the one that has to behave“ Dina glanced a provocative smile at her. „No girls your age except for me and Abby, and a bunch of kids- I think you can handle that“

„I don’t like that Abby and Owen are the ones giving the orders to us, she‘s okay but Owen is annoying as fuck“ Dina nodded to agree with her. Abby and Owen were a bit older then them, and already did the camp counseling the year before.

„Well anyways we gotta go“ Dina pushed Ellie of the bed otherwise to leave would’ve took forever. They got outside and walked to Ellies Pick-Up truck. The others would drive in a school bus Owen got the permission to drive with. They would all meet at the camp.

This year it was so full, Owen and Abby decided to let all the kids sleep in the little cabins and the leaders would have to sleep outside. Because of Ellie having the Pick-Up they already loaded all their tents on it, wondering why there were two from Abby and Owen, thinking they’d sleep together anyways.

The Trip was nice though, Ellie liked driving and Dina liked being Ellies Dj even though Ellie didn’t approve to all the songs Dina was blasting on full volume.

After arriving Ellie looked unmotivated again. „First and last day are always the most stressful ones, so don’t give up today okay Ells?“ Closing the car door Dina tried to get Ellies confirmation. „Yeah sure“ she muffled and helped Dina with the tents and their backpacks.

Already settled in, they could hear the voices of kids and teens laughing in their little cabins. Searching for Abby and Owen they ran into you.

You just had moved to the place you were now also going to college to. Only about three months ago, but you didn’t recognize the two women approaching you. They don’t look 16 anymore that’s for sure, so they must be from college too, also taking the opportunity to get that money.

Of course you needed that money desperately, normal for a college student. Also, extra money didn’t hurt, and you needed to get away from.. well actually you wanted to get away from Abby, but you already applied to the job before knowing it was organized by Abby- and Owen, her boyfriend.. At least the two other girls are joining too, so you’re not alone with them.

„hey! you’re from college too?“ Dina came up to greet you with a welcoming quick hug, surprised you smiled lightly and nodded. „Uh, yeah I am“ you looked over to the other girl, hands in her pockets and not looking like she was going to great you like the other one. „I’m y/n“ you introduced yourself to the two. „Dina“ -she seemed like a person you’ll get along with, but the other one- „Ellie“ she said shortly, seemed not that pleased by the whole situation. Well, maybe she was just here for the money, and you’d understand that. For you, being outside was calming, and working or more like watching the kids a bit was totally fine with you. Growing up with siblings you knew how to handle annoying teens.

„Hey hey“ Owen stepped out of one of the cabins, Abby on his hand, she looked a bit annoyed but smiled when she saw the small group of yours. „Finally, all the kids are already unpacking their stuff and ready for some food“ she smiled and they stepped closer to greet everyone. „So for the basics: we have plans hung out in the kitchen on wich we are divded into wash off and cooking shifts.“ Abby walked to one of the cabins, the only one that was a bit bigger, everyone followed.

Stepping in she pointed to a list that was hung up against a board. „I think it’s okay that we do the dishes, the kids are here to relax. Owen and I are going to do most of the activities with them, but most of the kids are already to old for that and just want to be outside on the lake or on the fields. You guys just watch out that no ones going missing and when we need you, you’ll help us out.“

Her voice was calm and you couldn’t avoid feeling a big clump in your throat.

Just weeks ago she ended it with you, or kind of did. You apparently just were a little flink she had while being broken up with Owen. It still hurted though. She was the first woman you slept with, but even more- she was the one that gave you the security you were a lesbian. At the beginning she was there for you while being the new student, helping you out a lot with how everything worked you both couldn’t deny the tension that got in between you from the first day you’d met. At that point you didn’t knew about the breakup with Owen, you were fully convinced she was a lesbian anyways. You asked her out on sweet little coffee dates and she took you to her basketball practice ones in a while. It felt like you two had known each other for much longer than just a few months. You started to crush on her besides being sexually attracted to her. But it stayed at being fuck buddies, till you mentioned your feelings and she seemed to be on the same side. All fine, till one night- that stupid fucking frat party. You were waiting for her all night, after not showing up you asked around if anybody saw her. Some did, but they also lost sight of her. Already a bit drunk you made your way through the rooms till you accidentally walked in on two people, needing a sec to realize who was having sex right there.

That night didn’t end well. You were heartbroken (you knew it seemed a bit too fast but it still hurted- and it was the way she did not tell you about him- and didn’t tell you she was actually just getting her sexual frustration eased by sleeping with you) You felt used and had cut her off.

Now, you two had to get along somehow. And it was fine, it wasn’t that deep you tried to tell yourself. Move on, gosh you’re embarrassing yourself . You’d tell yourself.

Everyone seemed fine with the list, and you turned to Dina and Ellie. „So, let’s build up our tents?“ you wanted to get away from her. They agreed. You looked up to Abby while walking past her, she gave you a little smile. You noticed her apologizing look, it made you sick.

„Oh I forgot to tell you, Jesse‘s coming too“ Dina turned her head to Ellie while putting together the tent. „How did you forget that“ Ellie scrunched her eyebrows together. Sweet. You held on to the other side of the tent, not doing much because you didn’t knew anything ok how to put up those. „Well, Ells he’s not here so obviously I forgot him. He’s always late!“ she rolled her eyes. „Jesse‘s my Ex“ she turned around to tell you without being asked, but you were to shy to ask anyways, so you appreciated her leading the conversation. „So now we’re two“ you tried to smile. „Wait what? You were dating Jesse??“ You shaked your head hardly. „Noo I don’t even know him don’t worry“ before she could ask about Abby, you quickly finished building up the tent and changed the subject. When all tents were up, Jesse arrived. Extroverted like Dina he started blabbering all kinds of stuff on to you, knowing he just tried to made you feel less left out, you tried to stay as focused as possible and answered to all his questions.

„So now, who’s gonna sleep where?“

All of you stood infront of the three little tents. Abby and Owen were already in the kitchen, making some dough for bread on sticks, but it was obvious they’d sleep together. „I don’t care, you guys can decide“ You smiled and you noticed Ellie glancing over to you. She was really quite since they arrived but it was kind of.. pleasant.

„You wanna sleep with me?“ She said, and you shrugged. „Sure“ giving her a smile that she gave you back. Dina raised a brow, knowing Ellie, she took every opportunity to get girls actually in bed with her. Poor you Dina thought. But Dina was also more than fine with sharing a tent with Jesse. Yes, they broke up, but they still were like besties.

Following Ellie you climbed into your tent, finding yourself unexpectedly really close to her. Ellie noticed the rosy color on your cheeks. „So.. on wich side do you want to sleep?“ you asked, a bit uncomfortable. Before saying anything Ellie just stretched herself and layed down on her side. „is that fine?“ she reassured and you nodded. While humming you started to unpack your stuff. Ellie watched you while rolling herself another one up. You didn’t mind, and didn’t tell her to stop when she lightened it in your little tent, you just opened the entrance and layed down next to her.

„So how come I’ve never seen you at college?“ She looked to the side and held the joint infront of you, as you took it you thought about how you could answer it as short as possible.

„I just came here a few months ago, wasn’t really with anybody that’s probably why“ you shrugged „I like to be on my own“ you exhaled and gave it back to her. She grinned. „Well that’s definitely understandable, but what about frat parties? They can be fun too, never been to one?“ she layed her head on her arm that was behind her and watched the smoke fill the air.

„Well I was“ you caughed, you weren’t used to smoking weed, and the tent was full of smoke. Ellie laughed and opened the outer layer of the tent a bit wider. „Let’s go“ she tilted her head to the exit, noticing you’re not taking the full air that well and you climbed out of it. It already got dark and you decided to collect some wood for the campfire. You didn’t notice how a constant smile was on your lips, and how the stiffness from before started to loosen up. But Ellie noticed and enjoyed your quite being.

After being done collecting some sticks and branches, Ellie lit up the campfire and Jesse and Dina gathered the kids around it. Abby and Owen brought the food and the atmosphere started to get more calm and chatty. You enjoyed it more than you thought and then and there your eyes met with Ellies.

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I know that’s the second series I started, I think I’ll just write them both at the same time. I hope you like it, I already have the next parts planned x3

I’m also making a playlist inspired by the 80s but also the vibe for this series~

[snapdragonling]

🛏️🐁🥪🌌 for ozy, cian and ardeth!

thanks dear 🧡 | yet another oc ask game

🛏️ What does your OC’s bed look like? What would they like their bed to look like?

ozy — definitely lots of different beds over the years as he’s travelling between planes and visiting friends, but at some point he and kallux make a nice little home for themselves on asdor, and the bed is large and low and rarely made, with thin sheets and fur throws for when the desert nights get cold. there's pillows thrown haphazardly everywhere and a table beside the bed for kallux's books.

cian — most of the time his bed looks like whatever patch of ground he's claimed for his bedroll while the squad is travelling, with his staff and pack laid out beside him. in weisshaupt i think he kept his quarters very neat and minimal, ready to leave at a moment's notice. (in his wildest dreams he imagines a cozy bed with lots of blankets and plenty of room for nanna) ((and maybe there's someone else there beside him too, keeping him warm))

ardeth — his bed looked like a hard barrack bunk, then an airship hammock, and now a salvaged bedroll. he misses his bunk desperately for a very long time, but eventually he begins to enjoy being on the road with ed. frankly i think as long as ed's there he doesn't really mind. load-bearing ed.

🐁 Capybaras are friend-shaped. What shape does your OC have?

ozy — honestly just paladin-shaped. idiot-shaped. 🧎‍♂️-shaped

cian — he is shaped like a triangular structure that is designed to hold immense weight but will reach its capacity at some point and collapse explosively

ardeth — chihuahua-shaped. noodle-shaped

🥪 On a scale from ‘burns water’ to ‘5 course menu’ how well can your OC cook?

ozy — pretty well! i think cooking is one of the things he'd get back into post-campaign, when he and kallux settle in one place for a while. he always liked cooking for his partners in emvalin. put that man in an apron tbh.

cian — he was on his own for ages so he knows how to cook a few simple and hearty things extremely well, although i think he suffers from "where is the seasoning" disease. the boy would not survive impact with antivan cuisine.

ardeth — cannot cook, do NOT ask him to cook. he keeps trying to get magic involved and things tend to explode about it. ed handles the food (as with most things)

🌌 If your OC has a nightmare, what’s it most likely about?

ozy — i know this is not how it works but in my mind all the nightmares he would have had if he'd been a half-elf for the last 300 years are hitting him belatedly, and suffice it to say his dreams are convoluted and relentless. lots of nightmares about the traveller, himself in the last city, being unable to move while his friends are hurt, and the sensation of godhood. ozy 🤝 dai: up at 3am because of god nightmares

cian — fire, becoming an abomination, all the people he was too slow or weak to save, darkspawn darkspawn darkspawn. (think there'll be one or two in there about everyone hating him for the fall of val foret)

ardeth — honestly i think he slept pretty easily until the airship crashed and his life imploded, then i think he started having nightmares about being stranded alone in the wilderness without ed or anyone to tell him what to do.

[captainnameless]

Charles has had the worst triple header I feel so bad for him :( Disqualified in COTA, booed in Mexico and a DNS in Brazil.

Poor boy just needs a hug and maybe one of Sebastian’s hoodies to wear. I feel like Lewis would get a call from a very distressed, tearful lil baby and be at his drivers room in 3 seconds flat, desperate to help him stop hurting.

Of course no pressure if you don’t feel like writing this. Also your minifics literally make my day <3

baby has just had a stinker of a season really, i saw a post where it explained all 17 races so far and i’m pretty sure Charles has had only 4 “clean” ones where nothing (bad) happened that was out of his control.

also i feel like shit so maybe writing baby charles feeling like shit will lessen my own achy chest.

Charles had dealt with it all so well, the heart break of another failure that wasn’t his, facing media and sports journalist and fans. They’d spoken briefly after Lewis had gotten out of the car, between his own interviews and Charles seemed okay; promised he was. Albeit tired.

When Charles’ name flashes onto his screen Lewis barely takes two seconds to answer, takes even less time to get up and out of his own hotel room when he hears how distressed Charles is.

Lewis sighs as he jogs through the halls of the hotel, trying to figure out where Charles’ room is, a small voice in the back of his mind telling him this is his fault. That he shouldn’t have let Charles leave alone but self reproach isn’t going to help the younger.

He still has Charles pressed to his ear on the phone, but they aren’t speaking, Charles is crying too much to be coherent anyway and Lewis’ heart sort of shatters when the sound of Charles’ cries is accompanied by a visual when he steps into Charles’ room.

“Oh, darling..” Lewis breathes, ending the call and locking the door behind him, kneeling down to join Charles on the floor and pull him into his lap.

Charles just sobs, embodying a wet noodle while Lewis manhandles him into his lap.

“You’re okay,” Lewis tries to soothe, holding Charles close. “You’re alright, breathe with me.”

Charles doesn’t seem interested in breathing, his eyes screwed shut while he hiccoughs into Lewis’ chest, hands clutching at the sweater Lewis is wearing.

Lewis frowns, he’s never seen Charles this upset and it’s a little unnerving. That same voice telling him he’s not good enough to be taking care of this. Lewis pushes it away.

“Charles, poppet.. Hey.” Lewis tries again, squeezing Charles tight and pressing their faces close together. “I’m right here, you’re safe, you’re okay. Breathe.”

Charles does lean into the touch, the grip of Lewis’ sweater loosening with every gasp-y breath he takes with Lewis, body slowly relaxing against Lewis’ chest, shaking stopping.

“Daddy!” Charles cries once he catches his breath, more tears leaking from his eyes.

“Shh.” Lewis soothes, brushing Charles’ tears away. “We’re gonna call Daddy in a second okay, see if he’s awake. Gotta calm down a little more for me okay?” Lewis hopes Sebastian is still awake, their time zone only 4 hours behind so he’s liking their odds.

There’s a soft whine that leaves Charles but no real protest as he stuffs two fingers into his mouth, trying to lessen his tears.

“Good boy,” Lewis whispers, still softly brushing the tears off of Charles’ cheeks and pressing soft kisses to his forehead until the tears have stopped leaking from his eyes.

Charles flushes under the praise, noticeable even with how red he already is from crying and buries his face into Lewis’ chest. “Daddy?” He asks again, this time muffled.

Lewis shifts to get his phone out, pressing the favorites tab before tapping Sebastian’s name. It goes to voicemail the first time and Lewis panics only a little but Sebastian answers on the second call.

Sebastian doesn’t even speak before his face contorts with hurt as their picture fills the screen, eyeing up a distraught Charles.

“Charlie, no, what’s wrong?” Sebastian asks, Lewis can tell he’s leaving whatever room he’s in, moving somewhere more quiet.

“Daddy.” Charles just says, voice miserable and mumbled around his fingers, still pressed against Lewis’ chest.

“Daddy’s here, on the phone. I’m sorry I can’t be with you, sweetheart.” Sebastian looks miserable saying, probably wishing for a teleportation device. “But you’ve got Uncle Lew, huh?”

Charles nods and Lewis holds Charles a little closer, pressing another kiss to his head. “I’m so glad you called.”

“You called?” Sebastian asks, full of praise. “Good job!”

They both know Charles has struggled asking for help with Sebastian off the grid, so Sebastian makes sure to praise him for it every time.

They sit and talk for a bit, up until Charles’ eyes start drooping, exhausted from the emotions and the tears.

“Bedtime,” Sebastian declares through the phone, and there’s an immediate pout on Charles’ lips. “Did you have a shower yet?”

A small smile plays on Lewis’ features, amused at the pout. He knows Charles hasn’t showered yet, still in his track clothes.

“Not yet,” the younger answers.

“So shower, then bed. You need the rest, sweetheart. We can call again tomorrow, I promise.” Sebastian says.

“No.” Charles whines, taking the phone out of Lewis’ hands to hold it closer.

“I’ll stay with you, huh?” Lewis adds, knowing he cannot replace Sebastian, but he knows Charles doesn’t not like the substitute.

“Sounds good,” Sebastian answers for him and so Charles nods. They end the call after an almost tearful goodbye that Lewis manages to control, helps Charles into the shower before rummaging through his suitcase to get him something comfortable.

All soft and warm out of the shower Charles basically falls asleep the second Lewis pulls him into his chest, blanket covering them both.

Lewis presses one less kiss to Charles’ damp hair before closing his own eyes.

[jenyifer]

Boston deserves to have his “friends” back (mostly about bostonray tho)

Now… I’m not going to pretend that Boston didn’t do anything wrong to his friends but what I want to talk about his how Boston is a good friend who does love his friends Ray, Mew, and Cheum despite the fact that he is leaving for New York possibly (something I don’t think his friends know about)

In the first episode you get the setup that the four friends are always together. Yes they are in this Hostel project but they get lunch together go out in the evenings. Happy together. We even get some photos in the opening montage that Boston has taken of of them at Cheum’s Noodle shop, at School, and at YOLO. Not including the photo that Boston and Mew have a copy of that Boston keeps next to his bed.

Boston also is the one who drives Ray home most of the time. When the series started out I thought maybe BostonRay was a thing because the two of them were so close. Watch their early scenes Boston is joking with Ray looking after him. Not perfectly because Boston is very self absorbed just like Ray. But I think it comes from Boston taking Ray home and probably giving in to Ray’s plea’s of “don’t leave me.” Boston has told Ray about his bedroom stories and probably Vice Versa. They are two lost boys cut from similar cloths. SandNick is the friendship we get to visibly see but I get the feeling BostonRay is the implied bestie duo. Boston has likely heard Ray lamenting about Mew time and time again. I think Boston was shipping RayMew together because he wanted their 4some friendship to last forever the idea of them being able to support eachother when Boston leaves probably was a comforting thought to Boston in a sick way. I think Boston would have been semi okay with SandRay. Boston does even hype ray up to sand before disaster saying “Do you like him? My buddy has the looks and the dough. His type is hard to come by. You know?” I’ve discussed this before but I think Boston is triggered by Sand not admitting that he likes Ray and Mew’s braggy phone call. Boston was trying to save Ray from heart break by throwing cold water on the situation. He does semi agree with Nick next time Boston takes Nick on a date that what he did to Ray was wrong which is a big step. When Ray tells Boston about him knowing about TopBoston Boston is genuinely hurt by this. He knows he is losing his best friends. Bostons consequences are coming home. We know how screwed he feels from his end credit scene

But Boston does go to Ray as soon as he finds out about Ray’s injury. We don’t know if Boston had tried to contact him before this but we do know Boston is disappointed to see Mew there rebounding with Ray. In spite of the audio coming from Ray and ruining Bostons relationship with Nick. Boston looks to Ray multiple times to see if he’s going to say anything but no. All of Bostons friends are really gone forever now.

(I’ll talk about Mew and Boston later I pinky promise swear) but Mew blackmails Boston into joining the group again and Boston just shuts up and takes it. He accepts his new role of a body for his friends to have about and judge. I really really want the 4 of them to have a relationship again. Yes yes what Boston did with Top is awful but what his friends have done to Boston is also pretty terrible. So I’m hoping they can reconcile because that is what Boston wants despite everything that has happened I think Nick is right. Boston misses his friends.

Boston did accept what they were telling him that he’s a bad guy not wanted but that’s not really what he wants. He desperately wants to be loved. To have his chosen family again and I hope he can get it with a lot of making up for his bad decisions

[cafe-smut]

Ok keep in mind I haven't actually watched the show yet

But for the last week my TIKTOK has decided to give me a last minute Lego Monkie Kid obsession to which I've responded to by consuming a decently sized selection of fics.

So hear me out. Modern human AU but still with magic. Just in the witches and familiars way instead of the immortal mythology way. Also it's genderbend for the most part cause it's what I do. Macaque (Liu'er) and Monkey King (Wukong) are in a relationship and only kind of getting by. Wukong is forced to join the Mafia and abandons her fiancee because she's got a stable job and doesn't want to put someone she cares about in danger like that. Liu'er doesn't know that part though and never got to tell Wukong she'd been pregnant but ends up homeless due to the Mafia (Wukong does not know this) and ends up having a baby that she hides at all costs because her ex she is now scared of. Instead she leaves the newborn at the doorstep to one of Wukong's old college buddies knowing that he and his boyfriend are kind enough to take him in with only a necklace and a note explaining their full legal name and why she left him with them but no info about who she is. Years go by, Wukong is now the Monkey King of the Underground due to her rising through the ranks to become the boss and that her familiar is a golden monkey. Liu'er is a popular musician and actor under the name of Macaque (also with a monkey familiar (very few people know she has magic at all)). It's been 10 to 12ish years when she goes back to that same noodle shop in disguise and asks to have a meeting with them as a family before revealing who she is. She doesn't want to take her child away from those who raised her but if it's ok she'd like to get to visit? Maybe take her sometimes? The (still super awesome gays) now married Pigsy and Tang welcome it, understand the original situation but it's up to Xiaotian, who says he'd really like to get to know her but uses that to come out to all of them that he might not be a boy?

The next two summers Macaque spends in disguise and taking her new daughter around the world and visiting during the school year until she sits her down and explains the necklace. She tells her who her other mother is and that she should go to her unless her life was in danger because that necklace would prove that she's her baby. Because it was a handmade magic pendant Wukong made years back. Life goes on and with her magic presenting Xiaotian starts training it. It's around the time she gets her familiar at about 17 that she meets Hai'er (Redson) through her best friend Kai (Mei) and they actually start dating pretty quickly.

Things however go downhill when the cannon LMK crew of MK, Mei, Redson, Monkey, Macaque, Pigsy, Tang, Sandy, and PIF end up in their universe with little to no magic available to them to use and Xiaotian realizes shes gonna need to ask her sire (as that's she she refers to the Mafia boss as) for help. And her mama has JUST started talking to her again dammit.

Anyways thanks for listening to my ADHD rant I don't know anyone else who even knows this show so this was a post mild desperation

[friedesgreatscythe]

this paycheck's fun purchase was cup noodles perching figures of 2b and 9s, so they can be together and hold conference with my akechi and ren perchers. there's also some super pretty 9s figures coming out next year, which i'll keep an eye on. gotta have the boy close.

my pharmacy hours on wednesday count as overtime, so i'll be getting whatever increased pay pharmacy hours get on top of OT pay. it occurred to me that i could easily get myself a ps5 after setting aside another chunk of cash, and finally get to play alan wake 2 and demon's souls remake (and see how ff14 and bloodborne play on it).

my mom is retiring in february, and i want to have a comfy nest egg going as i work towards pharm tech experience for the better part of next year. which will be tough because i'll have to reduce my hours below 30 so i can keep my insurance, but hopefully by then we'll have more people working since another worker is leaving at the end of the year, and hopefully by then i'm working equal time in pharm and on the front store.

this is the most consistently and simply the most i've worked in my life without being full time--though i'm certainly coming to the brink of it--and it's been tough juggling funsies with worksies (not to mention how much i fucking hate sleeping/napping because that's a WASTE, and let's not get into my consistent ongoing disgust with my body and how desperately i want to hide or cut out chunks of my flesh). but, yknow. i couldn't have seen myself doing this a year ago, so i think i've made quite a bit of progress for my benefit.

[hexigold]

hi!! it's ya boy star back at it again with my second muse!! this time we have a tall gremlin who loves to paint, keji. he's softer than insu for sure but he is still here to cause chaos in as many different ways he can <3 he is a big hearted mess of a boy ( affectionate? derogatory? ??? who knows, not me !!! ), so pls handle him with kid gloves and a pair of tongs. like always, hit me up or leave a little ♡ and i'll message you through dms for plotting! ( but disc is also available upon request!! )

   a little about him...       ↪  about.    memories.     board.

cw's include mention of body scars.

𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━

keji is very new to ansong, only being there for a few weeks ( as of posting this ). he stumbled into the complex nervous and confused, thankful that the woman at the desk spoke enough english to help him settle in.

there is a big language barrier between him and many, and he heavily relies on a translator to speak and learn korean. he can often be seen opening a text-to-speech app with anyone who he can't communicate with in either language he's fluent in ( japanese & english ).

he has no memories unlocked at the moment, but he does know that something caused the scars along his body. he currently assumes he just has amnesia.

he's currently enrolled at ansong university and is an illustration major. he seems to have a great talent for painting and has vast knowledge of the arts, though he's not sure where he acquired the skillset or affinity for it.

he also works part time at the book nook, working as a stocker. he's currently using the job to help better his korean.

he's taken to hanging around 8-bit, cosmic comics ( esp. during their D&D nights, even though he's not confident enough to participate ), and infinite impressions when he's not attending classes or working.

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 ━━

keji is either a ball of absolute sunshine or the biggest gloom cloud you have the misfortune ever meeting. emotionally driven, his feelings change hour to hour, day to day, like switching clothes and seasons. while mostly an extrovert, keji has times where he will draw into himself and simply observe. many people who meet him for the first time assume he's aloof or even indifferent... until he opens his mouth, especially if a topic of interest comes up. it's like he turns from a stoic painting to an animated character, full of motion and life. due to this aspect of his personality, keji is like the energizer bunny some days. he's going, and going, and going. when he sets his mind to something, he's painfully stubborn and cannot stand not completing a task once he's started it. paintings, a book, a show—he has to see it through to completion no matter what. on the other hand, he is perpetually tired all the time and will drop dead asleep in a second. he often lives on caffeine and instant noodles if not properly looked after, often passing out sprawled out or against a surface, sometimes even while standing up. despite all this, keji is very guarded with his heart and it takes a bit of work to really come into it. unaware it's due to the trauma he faced in his past life, keji always feels on edge if someone gets too close, like if he lets them in they will abandon him for someone better, someone less of a nuisance, someone who is less chatty and quieter. however, once you have a spot in his heart, you're there forever, even if you hurt him. keji loves those who he considers close with everything in him, and tends to show his affections by being... well, a pest. the more of a menace he is, the more he cares about you. he is physically affectionate for reasons he still doesn't understand ( aka, his past life he was eventually given constant affection and reassurance during his late teens that he so desperately needed ), and enjoys hugs, cuddling and other platonic affections. he is highly empathetic and while he is awful at giving advice, he is great for venting to. though if you start crying, he's probably going to start crying, too. keji is playful to a fault and still a bit childish in his mannerisms and thoughts. he can be snarky, sarcastic and come off a bit brattish and will sometimes "argue" for the sake of arguing. he still has residual teenage angst that just won't go the hell away for some reason. on the other hand, he allows himself to be excited over mundane things, like the first snow, a new menu item at a frequented place, or even a win on a video game. he can sometimes accidentally take things too far, but he will apologize for wrong doings relatively quickly. he isn't quite black cat energy but he also isn't quite orange cat energy—he's more of a combo, like a calico. an artist soul and heart full of whimsy, keji is introspective at times and driven by how he feels. he often wears his heart pinned to his sleeve and is more of listen to your heart rather then what your mind tells you kind of person when dealing with most situations. he cares very, very deeply and it affects everything he does. he hopes that eventually he can also have someone care about him just as much. tl;dr: tall, gremlin ass painter baby with a big heart that i fear will eventually become known as ansong's #1 menace to society. he's trying his Best and hopes to eventually figure more about himself, and others... all while ignoring why he never feels fully complete no matter what he does.

𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 & 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 ━━

so the same thing applies with keji: i'm heavily chem leaning. i don't really like doing full on plotting besides the basics we need because i like to see how our muses will react to each other organically. i know that's not everyone's cup of tea, though 😔 so we can talk more and work things out!!! i'm open to a lot!

regulars at the places he frequents ( 8-bit, cosmic comics, infinite )

co workers!! or even people who visit the book nook! he may have helped your muse find a book or something? idk, we can make it work i promise <3

korean tutors! someone who is patient enough to teach him korean!

video game lovers!!! he can't speak korean well but he can kick your ASS in street fighter!!

anime / manga enjoyers! NERDS!!!! he was definitely one of those nico nico douga / vocaloid fans. change my mind!!!

art lovers and enthusiasts!!! he loves all forms of art, he just really likes slapping paint onto things tbh

close in age friends ( 19-21ish/22ish? ) or other college students. keji just needs people to hang out with... lonely boy stays lonely

since the event is currently taking place: holiday market things! keji is still VERY fresh to ansong during it, but he will be bright-eyed and bushy tailed looking around, so we can work with that!

anything you have in mind!!! i'm always open to chatting and seeing where things go! ♡

[letsgoletsgetit08]

ink ch.8

summary: Park Seonghwa has been given an ultimatum by his parents: a year to marry a woman of their choosing with the end goal of producing an heir to the family fortune since queer party boy Seonghwa can't be trusted with it. His solution? Get absolutely blasted in tattoos to scare off his possible suitors and their families. But why did his tattoo artist have to be so pretty and kind? It's enough to make him question some things. Possibly, everything.

pairing: park seonghwa x hwang hyunjin

warning: mdni, barebacking, oral sex, public sex

total word count: 30,328 | chapter word count: 4,195

ao3 link: chapter 8

VIII: comes back around

The rest of the weekend passed excruciatingly slowly, Seonghwa felt nervous and off-kilter the whole time, texting his friends more than normal, debating whether he should message Hyunjin first or wait for the other to approach him.

He decided the latter was the best decision, since he had specifically asked for time, and the roughly eight hours between seeing each other at the club and unblocking him surely weren't enough. 

On Saturday, he met with his parents. Told them to fuck off, permanently.

Well, he said it with more diplomacy than that, but that was the gist of it. His dad laughed in his face, told him he would see him in a year when he was out of money. Seonghwa then realized just how out of touch with reality his dad had to be to think the amount of money in Seonghwa’s trust fund would only last a year. He had even hugged his mom and told her if she ever wanted to leave his dad’s sorry ass, he would be willing to try to mend things with her. He hadn’t missed the wobble of her bottom lip when he told her such, but he was sure his dad had. The man wouldn’t recognize someone else’s emotions if it literally hit him in the head like one of those pianos that falls down in cartoons or whatever. 

By Sunday, he was in desperate need of something to take his mind off of everything, pass the time, so he did something he had never done before: use his kitchen. For some reason he had an absolutely ravenous craving for chicken noodle soup. Completely out of nowhere! (A lie). 

Saying he had never used it was an exaggeration, of course, he didn't eat out daily, but cooking something like this, with a recipe and fresh ingredients, putting his knife skills to the test (they weren't great, he was a little afraid for his fingers), this was decidedly new. 

Almost as if summoned, as soon as Seonghwa sat down to eat his first bowl of soup, his phone notified him of a new message. 

Hyunjin

My last appointment should be over around 5 today. Do with that information what you will. 

Seonghwa could have done a backflip right there in the middle of his kitchen. He looked at the time, and seeing that it was 3:30 already, he sat down and ate his soup as fast as he could tolerate.

It wasn’t as good as Hyunjin’s but honestly, it was pretty damn delicious. 

He left the mess in the kitchen for later, opting to use his time to shower and get dressed, heading to San’s flower shop to try to get a bouquet before he closed it down for the day. He wasn’t exactly sure how these things were supposed to go, but every rom com he had ever watched seemed to involve flowers for a moment like this, and he wasn’t willing to take any chances by not following the script. He also had some of his chicken noodle soup with him, in case the flowers were a no go. But he had distinctly remembered Hyunjin mentioning at one point that he loved flowers, wanted a garden someday, so he felt like it was the right move. 

He burst through the door of Wild Mountain Flowers, out of breath from his jog from the parking lot, calling out, “San! It’s an emergency! A flora related emergency!” 

San had been crouched behind the counter, picking up a rogue rose off the floor, “Seonghwa?  What are you doing-?”

“Hurry, San, what flowers mean ‘I’m sorry I’m so incredibly stupid, please give me a second chance?’” He braced himself on the counter, breathing heavily. 

“For Hyunjin?” San asked, already looking around his shop.

“Yes, yes, for Hyunjin, he just messaged me, I need to be there by 5!” He panted. 

“Okay, okay, give me ten minutes.” San said, looking very happy to be needed and to put his expertise to good use. 

Ten minutes passed slower than the whole weekend combined, but at the end of it, he appeared with a beautiful bouquet with lily of the valley, hyacinth, pink and white tulips, and white roses. It was beautiful. 

“Here, I wrote down what they all mean in case it might happen to help you with Hyunjin for some reason.” San said, handing him a hand-written card alongside the bouquet, which he had wrapped in brown butcher paper and twine. It was perfect.

“You’re brilliant, Sannie, thank you so much. How much do I owe you?” Seonghwa asked.

San chuckled, “You only owe me if he doesn’t take you back, how about that? Now go get him!” He ushered Seonghwa out the door, calling, “Good luck!” as Seonghwa speed walked to his car. 

Seonghwa walked through the door of Hyunjin’s tattoo shop at 4:59pm, soup and flowers in hand, somehow both of them staying intact post-transport. 

Jeongin greeted him with a lap-full of Yeosang once again, saying loudly, in an overly dramatic voice, “Well, well, well, aren’t you brave to show your face around these parts?” Then whispering, “I know I’m supposed to hate you right now, but I’m rooting for you, don’t tell Hyunjin!”

Yeosang smiled at his boyfriend, “No way! I’m rooting for them, too!”

And for some reason they felt the need to kiss about it. 

Time slowed down as Seonghwa heard footsteps from the direction of the little walled-off area of the shop where Hyunjin tattooed people, followed by the man himself, looking resplendent as ever in a dark green sweater with the sleeves pushed up, showing off one of Seonghwa’s favorite of his body parts: his forearms. 

“I can literally hear you guys, you know.” Hyunjin sniped at them, but stared down Seonghwa instead as he said it, looking at him expectantly, if not with a tinge of reproachfulness in his eye. 

Seonghwa hadn’t even prepared a speech, “Um. Hi. I uh. Well, first of all, I got you these.” He held out the flowers, “And I made soup.” He put the container of soup down on Jeongin’s desk. Hyunjin didn’t move to take the flowers, but instead leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, looked at Seonghwa as if to imply he should continue. 

So he did, “Do you want to do this in front of them, or?”

Hyunjin shrugged, “They know everything already, I don’t see why not.”

Seonghwa could see Jeongin and Yeosang’s heads turn back and forth like they were at a tennis match, Yeosang’s cheeks going pink at the acknowledgement of their presence in the room. 

“Um okay, yeah, good point.” He cleared his throat, “First of all, I need you to know that I’m so incredibly sorry for ever thinking you would be agreeable to the sort of relationship I was suggesting. It was stupid and naive of me to even consider it. I would never be able to keep a relationship with you secret, Hyunjin. Someone like you deserves to be shown off, bragged about to anyone who will listen. You’re worth more than some stupid appeasement of my parents’ wishes. Which brings me to the second thing I need you to know, which is that I cut myself off. Even if you’re not willing to forgive me, it would still be worth it, because you finally helped me see that I was letting them completely control me, even when I felt like I had some semblance of control. And I’ll always be grateful for that. I truly hope you can forgive me though, Hyunjin, because,” he swallowed his nerves, “I’m so incredibly in love with you. I think you’re the best person I’ve ever met.” He glanced over to his friend, “Sorry, Yeosang, you get it though, this isn’t the point.” He shook his head, “Anyway. I think you’re kind, caring, gentle, funny, sexy, and endlessly interesting. I never want to stop learning new things about you. I know we haven’t known each other for very long, but it’s just felt so right from the minute I met you. I don’t know how to explain it.”

Hyunjin was still staring at him indiscernebly. 

Seonghwa’s eyes darted around, not knowing where to land, “Um. Say something. Please?”

Hyunjin’s lips slowly started to curl up at the corners, “Oh, I was going to see if you’d get on your knees and beg, but I guess that would have been a little much.” He crossed the room as he talked, stopping close enough to take the flowers out of Seonghwa’s hands. 

“I will, I’ll do it.” Seonghwa said, only half-joking.

Hyunjin giggled, “And I believe you, but I really would rather kiss you instead.” He took a step closer.

“Yeah?” Seonghwa asked, a little breathless already.

“Yeah,” Hyunjin answered, closing the gap, kissing Seonghwa so sweetly, this kiss quickly becoming his favorite they had shared yet. 

Hyunjin pulled away briefly, “I’m in love with you, too, by the way.” He breathed, still close enough that his lips brushed Seonghwa’s as he spoke, immediately resuming the kiss when he was finished speaking. 

They were shaken out of it by a loud series of coughs from Jeongin and Yeosang.

Seonghwa broke away this time, “Um we should probably-”

“Yeah, let’s go upstairs.” Hyunjin finished for him, grabbing the soup and calling over his shoulder, “Innie, please lock up for me!” Then turning back to Seonghwa, “Did you make this?”

Seonghwa couldn’t help but blush, “I did! It’s not as good as yours but-”

“But nothing, this is great. I’ve never gotten makeup soup before.” Hyunjin glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, smiling at the somewhat proud look on Seonghwa’s face. 

Once upstairs, Seonghwa offered to put the flowers in a vase while Hyunjin refrigerated the soup, neither of them having much interest in eating at that very moment. He was cutting the stems of the flowers to appropriate lengths when Hyunjin came up behind him, reaching around his waist to place a vase half full of water on the countertop but his arms landed on Seonghwa’s waist on their retreat, head resting on his shoulder. 

“We have a lot to discuss,” He began kissing up Seonghwa’s neck, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine, “But we can do that later, no?”

Seonghwa picked up his pace on the flowers, “Absolutely we can.” He placed the flowers a little unceremoniously into the vase, turning around to face Hyunjin, who leaned in to whisper in his ear, lips tickling his sensitive earlobe as he spoke, “I want you to tell me the meaning of every type of flower while you open me up.”

Seonghwa's breath caught in his throat, “Fuck, baby, yes, anything you want.” He made a mental note to thank San later. 

Hyunjin’s lips made their way across Seonghwa's jawline, “I was so fucking mad at you.” He whispered, pulling back to look at Seonghwa in the eye, “But now…” he kissed his cheek.

“Now what?” Seonghwa asked, voice husky with desire. 

“Now,” Hyunjin kissed his other cheek, “I'm so relieved.” A kiss to his nose, making him smile and blush, “I'm so relieved and I feel like I could devour you whole.” He proved his point by landing his pillowy lips on Seonghwa's own, his fervent pace quickly matched by the other. 

Seonghwa would take him right there in the kitchen if that's what he wanted, but instead, Hyunjin broke away, taking his hand and leading him into his bedroom. 

They were both naked, Hyunjin sprawled out underneath Seonghwa, who had one finger inside of him, voice low as he explained the meanings of the flowers he had memorized on his drive to the tattoo shop, just in case, “Lily of the valley represents forgiveness and wanting to love forward again, they also happen to be one of my favorite flowers.” 

“I like them, too.” Hyunjin said breathily, moaning a little towards the end as Seonghwa began to add a second finger. 

“Hyacinth can mean jealousy,” he began curling his fingers, trying to find Hyunjin’s sweet spot, “And I definitely would never have stopped being jealous if you had ended up with someone else.” He leaned down to plant a kiss right at Hyunjin collarbone, “but it also represents a sincere plea for forgiveness,” another kiss, “and also joy, which is absolutely what I felt when you said you loved me back earlier.” 

He knew he had found Hyunjin’s prostate when the man moaned in pleasure, crying out, “Fuck, yes, I really do, I'm so in love with you.”

Seonghwa scissored his fingers, eliciting another moan from his beautiful love's mouth before adding a third finger to the mix, “And I'm in love with you, darling.” He dotted sweet kisses up Hyunjin’s neck before continuing, “That's what the white roses are for: new love and new beginnings.” He finally reached Hyunjin’s mouth, “I want every new beginning to be spent with you, Jinnie.” 

“Me too, jagi. I'm so happy.” His voice was breathy, needy.

“Now about the tulips-” He began but was cut off.

“No offense but fuck the tulips, I need you inside of me right now, baby.” Hyunjin whined. 

Seonghwa couldn’t help but smile, pulling his fingers out slowly, unable to help but revel in how cute Hyunjin’s face was when he pouted at his absence. 

“As you wish,” He quoted Hyunjin back to him, making a note to ask him later if he was quoting Princess Bride when he had said it. Now was not the time though.

The slow press inside was better than anything Seonghwa had ever experienced in his life, good enough to make him question life itself, the existence of god, everything. 

“Fuck, Hyunne, you're,” he was struggling to find the right words, “you're everything, baby. Taking me so well.”

Hyunjin was equally as enraptured it seemed, “You've successfully ruined me, Jesus Christ, I'll never get used to this. So full.”

Seonghwa was only halfway inside, “You’re so tight, angel.” He stroked Hyunjin’s already sweaty hair, “Relax, gorgeous.” He guided another inch inside as he felt Hyunjin relax, gasping at the sensation. 

“Wish I could take you raw.” He panted. 

“I know, baby, we'll be able to soon.” Seonghwa kissed his hairline, feeding him the rest of his length. 

“God, Hwa, I can feel you everywhere, feel so good.” Hyunjin was so beautiful, Seonghwa thought he could easily cry over it. The man had been making him cry more recently than he had in years. And for once, he was perfectly okay with it. 

“Gonna move now, okay, love?” He murmured into Hyunjin’s neck. 

“Yes, please, you're going to kill me if you don't move.” Hyunjin begged. 

Seonghwa started with small movements, earning him delicious sounds from Hyunjin’s mouth, each one he swallowed greedily with his kisses. Hyunjin’s hands gripped onto his shoulders and Seonghwa pulled back, sitting up a little bit to reposition, making longer, harder strokes now, determined to hit that perfect spot. He wanted to make it so good for Hyunjin. 

“Fuck, baby, I wish you could knock me up.” Hyunjin moaned. 

Seonghwa was surprised at how hot he found it, “Jesus, Jinnie, you're trying to kill me now.” His pace quickened largely outside of his control, “Everyone would know you're mine once you started showing.” 

“I'll never let them forget it anyways.” Hyunjin’s voice was shaky. 

Seonghwa’s grip tightened on his hips, probably bruising, but he didn't care, didn't think Hyunjin minded either, given how his back arched off the bed at the sensation. He might not be able to get him pregnant, but he could leave some sort of mark, “You're mine, Hyunjin. For as long as you want me.”

“All yours, fuck!”  Hyunjin cried, seeing as Seonghwa was downright abusing the man's prostate now, “So close, baby.”

“Good boy, Jin. My Jinnie. Go ahead and let go, jagiya.” Seonghwa knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer either, he pushed through, kept the same pace as best as he could until Hyunjin was crying out in pleasure at his release. 

“Seonghwa!” And the owner of the name thought he never wanted to hear anyone else say it ever again given how incredible it sounded coming from the lips of the man he loved. The sensation of Hyunjin clenching around him had him finishing immediately as well, completely lost in ecstasy as he lowered himself down to kiss Hyunjin as they rode out the aftershocks together. 

He pulled out after they caught their breaths, pulling Hyunjin to his chest as was now becoming their routine.

Hyunjin giggled, still completely fucked out, “I think I was having sex wrong before I met you.”

“Me too. Or we just really like each other.” Seonghwa said as he buried his nose into the crown of Hyunjin’s head, inhaling his scent before placing a sweet kiss in its wake. 

“I like you so much. I've missed you. God. I was so mad at you, Seonghwa. So fucking disappointed.” He curled himself closer to the other’s chest, “I thought maybe,” Seonghwa heard him sniffle, felt the crook of his neck become damp with tears, and pulled Hyunjin even closer, stroking his hair to comfort him. Hyunjin caught his breath enough to get the rest of his thought out, “Maybe your feelings weren't as strong as mine and I'd been a complete idiot.” He struggled through the last bit of the sentence as the tears started flowing genuinely now. Seonghwa knew their emotions were heightened after coming down from the mind-blowing sex high, but he hated Hyunjin being upset nonetheless, “Shh, baby,” He tilted his head up, kissed his tears away, “Darling, no. I was just scared. I was looking at the situation all wrong. I'm so sorry I made you feel that way, it breaks my heart to think I caused you pain.” 

Hyunjin took a few deep breaths, swallowed the tears back, “I know. I realized that after seeing you at the bar. I just wasn't sober enough to know what to do about it, but that's when I finally understood things from your perspective. And I made myself give it a day before reaching out. But I missed you so much. And part of me was still worried you'd come here and be apologizing for all the wrong reasons. Either way, I knew I needed to hear you out.” 

Seonghwa was tearing up now, “You've seen the best in me since the beginning.”

“Of course I did.” Hyunjin reached up to trace his thumb over Seonghwa's cheekbones, “I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. And I saw nothing of the person you're made out to be publicly when I met you.”

“And that's a big reason I fell for you so hard. I don't think you realize that you gave me a new lease on life, Hyunjin. I mean, maybe I would have gotten here eventually, and I’m not saying I needed to be saved or anything, but this is so much better than my alternative.” Seonghwa closed his eyes, leaning his cheek into the artist’s hand. 

“I'm so proud of you, Seonghwa. Really. You're so brave, baby.” Hyunjin whispered. 

Seonghwa turned his head to kiss the palm of Hyunjin’s hand, “Thank you. I love you.”

Hyunjin melted as he had every time they exchanged those three words so far, “I love you, too, Park Seonghwa.” 

“Be my boyfriend. Please?” He asked, trying not to sound too desperate, but also not really caring, “I'll literally commit arson if I can't start calling you my boyfriend.”

Hyunjin giggled but didn't answer, so Seonghwa tickled his ribs, “That's a threat, Hwang!” He joked. 

Hyunjin was cackling now, squirming out of Seonghwa’s arms to escape the tickling. Seonghwa managed to get on top of him, caging him in before Hyunjin managed to stop laughing, still breathless as he said, “Okay, yes! Yes, please! I want to be your boyfriend so badly.” 

Seonghwa kissed him until they were both smiling too big to continue, teeth clacking together, dissolving them into further fits of giggles. 

He thought he might be beginning to understand the term domestic bliss. 

1 Year & 3 Months Later

Seonghwa had been pleasantly surprised around six months ago to receive a call from his mom saying that she had left his father. They had spent a lot of time mending their relationship, and he still had to tell her to stop apologizing. He was extra pleased currently, though, that he had her in his life, as she straightened his bowtie, nodding at the wedding coordinator as she informed them it was five minutes until they would be headed down the aisle. He was also a little selfishly glad she had signed such an favorable pre-nup when she had married his dad, and was honestly guilt free at her insistence to pay for his and Hyunjin’s wedding. 

He couldn't wait to see his beautiful blushing groom. The anticipation was killing him. 

“You did the right thing, Seonghwa. I'm so proud of you.” She kissed his cheek, ignoring Wooyoung's shrieks in the background about messing up Seonghwa's makeup he had worked so hard on, “Your bravery helped me be brave, too. And I can't wait to have Hyunjin as a son-in-law!” 

He couldn't help but laugh, “I know, ma, you've told me that every day since we got engaged.”

“Can you blame me?”

He sighed, “No, not at all. He's wonderful.” 

Nellie was their officiant and they kept exchanging nervously excited glances out of the corner of their eyes, eagerly anticipating Hyunjin’s arrival. 

Seonghwa cried.

Of course he cried. 

Hyunjin was the most beautiful creature to ever walk this earth, even more ethereal in his white suit. Mingi had hooked them both up with designer suits, and Hyunjin had one tailored that Mingi had worn for Dolce & Gabbana at Paris Fashion Week that year. Seonghwa wore an all black Versace number. San had provided the flowers, of course, and it was a surprise, but Hongjoong was drawing up the plans for a house he intended to have built for the two of them, construction set to start while they were on their honeymoon. 

There wasn't a dry eye in the house (or rather, the persimmon orchard in which they were getting married, with the audience of only close friends and family, George included, much to Hyunjin’s joy) as vows and rings were exchanged. Seonghwa even swept Hyunjin up into his arms and bridal carried him all the way to their getaway car which would take them to the reception. The Pink Pony Club was happy to close down for the day to accommodate them and their guests. 

As they swayed on the dance floor together, Seonghwa sighed, “I'm so glad Felix gave me the week off. He really is an angel.”

Hyunjin chuckled, “He is! And you needed it. You know, Jeongin asked me for the week off next week. And he asked for a raise a while back. I think he might be planning something.”

As if on cue, the music abruptly came to a halt and Jeongin had grabbed one of the karaoke mics and was asking for everyone's attention. They hadn't planned for speeches so this could only mean one thing.

“Hi everyone, first of all, I want to say thank you to the beautiful couple, to Seonghwa in particular, for introducing me to the love of my life.” 

Seonghwa didn't have to look, he knew Yeosang was blushing profusely and hiding his head in his hands, pleasantly embarrassed. 

Jeongin continued, “And I also want to thank them for forgiving me for stealing the thunder at their wedding. But I can't wait any longer.” He knelt, “Kang Yeosang, will you marry me?” 

Yeosang was somehow giggling and crying at the same time, nodding “yes”, Jeongin barely giving him time to reply before rushing over and picking him up, spinning him around. 

Chris, who was acting as their DJ, picked up the discarded microphone, shaking his head as he sat back down at his booth to resume the music.

Hyunjin and Seonghwa exchanged glances, communicating telepathically, and took the opportunity of eyes being off of them for a minute to run into the bathroom together. 

Seonghwa would need to edit his review of this place. It was no longer only the best bathroom to do coke off the countertops, but also the best bathroom to blow your husband as he sat on the countertop.

5/5 stars. 

They got matching tattoos from an artist Hyunjin had long admired while on their honeymoon in Amsterdam. A bouquet of flowers, the same flowers in Seonghwa's apology bouquet. 

Seonghwa didn't even pass out that time.

That night, Seonghwa showed Hyunjin the rendering of the house Hongjoong had designed for them. Hyunjin was so happy he cried and then demonstrated his happiness by fucking Seonghwa on the balcony of their hotel.

He never let Mingi hear the end of it, how wrong he'd been about saying to not sleep with his tattoo artist. 

It was the best decision Seonghwa had made in his entire life.

[silly-sirenz]

Hiii! I'd like to request a Hazbin Hotel matchup please! :)

My name is Bonnie, and I go by any pronouns, although I mostly use she/her!

I am Aromantic and Asexual, although I still experience SOME romantic attraction 👍

(I am bisexual, with a male preference)

For my personality, I'd describe myself as a pretty awkward and insecure person, although also very nice and supportive! I rarely make friends but when I do, and when I get comfortable enough, I'd say I'm pretty funny and chill :)

I REALLY love all things horror related, even though some of it keeps me up at night. I enjoy drawing and listening to music/podcasts on my freetime, and my favorite food is noodles :D

Uuuh I hope that's all the information you needed, if not then feel free to just ignore this! :)

It was lovely to read your request 🖤

In terms of a matchup, I think I would pair you with...

🐍 SIR PENTIOUS 🐍

● Both awkward but well meaning, the two of you share an understanding of eachother that other sinners might not comprehend.

● An unspoken and unclassified bond forms between you both. Not quite friends; not quite lovers.

● Although the two of you become oddly domestic. It's quite comforting amongst all the chaos of hell.

● You cook meals together. You'll make noodles, and gradually introduce him to a little something called ✨️seasoning✨️. And he'll (attempt to) make dessert.

● It takes him a WHILE to get used to seasoning. He almost fainted the first time you mixed in a pinch of paprika to his soup. Lolol

● The Egg Bois are even more friendly than usual around you, constantly following you around and complimenting you, which makes Sir Pentious kind of jealous.

● He wishes he could compliment you away easily as they do, but he always gets tongue tied.

● You put on a podcast each evening whilst you relax, and he invents. You often debate the subject matter of said podcast strongly afterwards.

● Eventually, he agrees to watch a horror movie with you. He likes the idea of being the knight in shining armour when you get scared.

●Not that that happens though lolol

● In the end, he's the one clinging to you and desperately pleading with you to leave the lights on that night.

● It is a difficult adjustment when Sir Pentious "dies". However, for some reason, it boosts your faith in Charlie's idea, and you begin to strive further for redemption.

[rhiandoesfandom]

Incorrect Quotes of my own relationship:

It's getting meta now bois. For context, I'm married and have been with this nonbinary man for 10 years.

Me: Hey did you sub to that creator I told you about

Partner: I don't sub

Me: oh sorry did you DOM to that creator I told you about?

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Partner: Aww my poor baby do you want me to rub your shoulders?

Me: yes 🥺

Partner: okay but I can only do it for like five minutes

Me: Why are we timing this?!

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Partner: *goes on and on and on about new A24 movie he just watched*

Me: 😊 <- trying desperately to pay attention

Partner: So do you want to watch it?!

Me: 😀 ya know, it sounds like something way too artsy for me.

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Partner: eeeeheeheheehehehehee

Me:....? I hear you on the toilet giggling like a little shit

Partner: *sound of pulling pants up and runs over*

Me: 🤨

Partner: *shows me ANOTHR Kamala coconut tree video*

Me: 😑

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Me: What ifffff we doordash tonight

Partner: We don't have the money honey

Me: heh, that rhymed

Partner: so what do you want here

Me: noodles

Partner:.....😮‍💨 Okay *opens door dash app cause he doesn't wanna make pasta*

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Me: *has flare of my disability that leaves me in a lot of pain* waaaahhhhh

Partner: my sweet boy my prince my baby :( *rubs my forehead* do you want comfort foods?

Me: yeah 😭

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Me: can you get me more water? *Hands water bottle*

Partner: what's the magic word 😏

Me: *groans and crosses arms* oh no my thirst! I shall die!

Partner: 😑

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*after dicking*

Me: jelly legs hehe

Partner: you need to go to the bathroom

Me: no I dont

Partner: but you NEED to

Me: ....nah

Partner: you're really gonna be stubborn about not getting a UTI!

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Me: what if, I quit my job and start a button business! With fandoms and LGBTQ merch! And you could make some of the designs.

Partner: I'd say with what time?

Me: fuck you got me there.

[annieontheside]

BUDDIE FICS RECS: ONE CHAPTER EDITION

hey, I'm back. i'm procrastinating the last part of my assignment so here are my recommendations for this weekend! hope you have a good time reading these:

Only Child of the Universe (Until I Found You). By: HMSLusitania. we all need Eddie with a cat. he’s SO a dad cat. we all can see it. this is perfect. it has a lot of fluff (not the cat, the fanfic), and buddie getting together. take it or leave it (take it, it’s the best decision you will take today). https://archiveofourown.org/works/33544489

This Earth is Burned But I’ll Sing Rain. By: HMSLusitania. oh boy. guess what. buck is injured (*people groan*). and eddie is sad and desperate because his boy is in a coma!! it’s 50% angst and 50% fluff. totally something to read while you wait for your taxi, or while you wait for the noodles to cook, or while you ignore all the college assignments you have to do! https://archiveofourown.org/works/39288816

Why can’t I Breathe whenever I think About You? By: HMSLusitania. God you have no idea how much I laughed while reading this. is short but it seriously will make your day. it’s just buck and eddie being the oblivious idiots they are. I love them so much. https://archiveofourown.org/works/39667098

Wait For It. By: oliviacirce. uhu. my god. basically: porn. but it’s more than that because we also have buddie realizing their feelings, which is always welcome if it comes with the hand of smut, orgasm denial and a lot of other things that buddie SHOULD look into but they refuse to because they’re idiots! anyway, enjoy it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/48469546

my evergreen. By: colonoscopys. oh my god another girl dad buddie! how did you get in here? ANYWAY in this one, we have domestic fluff (hell yeah), we have buddie pining AND realizing their feelings (slowly, reaaaaally slowly. so slow snails laugh in their faces. but its worthy). https://archiveofourown.org/works/38870445

keep my brittle heart warm (give me peace). By: extasiswings. girl dad buddie? anyone? does anyone want any girl dad buddie? awesome because this is IT. you’ll seriously die of cuteness with it. we have fluff, angst (a bit), eddie rethinking everything about being a dad and a son (because obviously). it’s a good read, actually. really nice. https://archiveofourown.org/works/32860312

No thing defines a man like love that makes him soft. By: justhockey. oh boy. chris will be the dead of buck and we all know it. just a bit of overhearing conversations and chris being three steps ahead of both buck and eddie. we all love buck and no one is allowed to not love him. https://archiveofourown.org/works/46444471

opened our eyes and it’s changing the view. By: markofalover. you know how i said chris is three steps ahead of buddie? yeah that also applies here. basically chris writes a poem for school and makes two grown ass men cry. and me, he made me cry. https://archiveofourown.org/works/37337218

I know you’re hurting (but so am I). By justhockey. I’m a WHORE for protective Eddie. And after reading this, so will you. A sneak peek:  “...But let me be very clear about this: if you ever lay a hand on him again, me and you are gonna have some problems, Chim.” https://archiveofourown.org/works/34457893

[the-hittite]

It's him.

The Scourge of Boston.

The Overboss of the Raiders.

The Scout from Team Fortress Two.

Gameplay notes under the cut.

Alternate start mod required if at all possible to avoid creating a nightmarish timeline in which Scout has procreated.

Strength 1. We live and die by Scouts tiny baby noodle arms. Once I got the Strength bobblehead I could start putting points into Big Leagues.

Perception can be anything. The only perk you really need is Rifleman and you can get the bobblehead basically immediately. You can maybe put points into it for things like Refractor but I never ended up doing that.

Endurance is tricky. To really drive home the fragile Scout theme you want low health, but Endurance also determines how long you can sprint. Personally I went for 7 END because lack of armor on a close range build was already a challenge and I desperately wanted Adamantium Skeleton and Rad Resistance.

Charisma 1. Self Explanatory.

Intelligence 1. Self Explanatory.

Agility 10. Self Explanatory and perks like Moving Target and Action Boy are must haves.

Luck at least 5 for Idiot Savant. You probably want it higher for Better Criticals and Critical Banker. They're incredible with a double barrel shotgun.

Clothing and hats/helmets can be worn as long as they fit the aesthetic or match an existing cosmetic (army helmet, scribe hat, etc.) Armor pieces can only be added if they apply the Sprinter's legendary effect. Damage resistance perks are acceptable since they function basically the same as MVM resistance upgrades.

Medical emergencies can be dealt with by paying a doctor or sleeping it off. In the heat of combat your only options are to either run off to find a first aid kit and immediately consume the entire contents whether you need all of them or not (preferably right before a burning Medic can get it) or by downing a Nuka Cola variant. Radiation and broken limbs are your worst enemy. It's probably a good idea to do Nuka World before the Glowing Sea since Nuka Grape is your only way to remove rads in the field.

Double Barrel Shotgun as a main. Deliverer as a secondary. Any bat as melee. For most of the game I had a pretty decent flow to combat where I'd charge up a crit with my pistol and run in close to delete things with my Force-a-Nature. Sawn Off barrel and Calibrated receiver quadruples your critical damage, and that's before perks. I literally one shot Swan just to see if I could. Deliverer ended up being my most used weapon because it's just plain good all around. The bats didn't get that much use until I finally put points into Blitz, then they got crazy fast.

With this stat spread you have access to absolutely no crafting perks, but you can still make basic upgrades or scavenge them off of other weapons. Staying in the Railroad's good graces lets you buy upgrades for Deliverer. There's a guaranteed bladed rocket bat in the Pack's area of Nuka World.

Stretch goals beyond just beating the game:

Leave Preston on read and peace out of Concord after grabbing the Perception bobblehead. Leave power armor, miniguns and settlement building to Heavy and Engineer.

Use the "sarcastic" option at every opportunity. If people don't regret initiating conversation with you, you're playing Scout wrong.

Collect every unique bat.

Complete all baseball related quests.

Capture the control point in Diamond City for the BLU team.

Buy the Home Plate.

Complete all of Nuka World and become Lord Bonk of Soda Mountain.

Institute ending just because I hate them and I can't think of a worse fate than giving Scout complete control.