#neverblooms

[midnightwind]

reordering Renn's playlist like welcome to genre whiplash

[ghost-town-story]

(Loosely inspired by this prompt, cause I wanna give Feral and Nats more feels XD)

“Hey Kess,” Falcon called as he heard the door open.

“Yeah?” Kestrel replied.

“Come here.”

Kestrel’s footsteps pattered up the stairs, and they raised an eyebrow at Falcon as they reached the top. “Mhm?” They took a moment to assess the scene, then they crossed the space to drape themself over the back of Falcon’s shoulders. “‘Sup?” they asked, twirling a lock of his hair around their fingers.

“You wouldn’t happen to know why Basil seems to think we’re a thing, would you?” Falcon asked lightly.

Kestrel laughed and pressed a kiss to his temple. “No idea,” they said in that too-innocent voice of theirs. “He’s your baby bird, after all.”

[darth-maya]

The song of the day is

Make Them Suffer - Widower

this is another song I'm amazed I haven't done yet because it's such a classic. the piano part will forever live rent-free in my head, as I find myself whistling it all the time.

[midwestisolation]

these words will last forever i'll dream our memories away just to make you hurt just to make you feel my pain

[heartstringsduet]

Happy Wednesday. Have some mild after-smut bliss from that wolf fic. Thanks for tagging me @thisbuildinghasfeelings @paperstorm @nisbanisba @henrygrass @carlossreaders @strandnreyes ❤️‍🔥

TK wakes with a feather on his tongue. He blanches and spits it out, and blearily blinks into the night. The moon is still up high, slivers of her light carving into Carlos’ bedroom wall. There’s a heater pressed right to him, curled against the borders of his skin. Carlos' upper arm has become TK’s pillow, the other arm is a weight around his stomach. Carlos’ left leg is pushed between his, his breath meets TK’s nape.

He still feels the way Carlos split him when he clenches his cheeks, sighs as he does, then inches back until it feels like not even air separates their bodies in sleep. His arm stretches out until it grasps Carlos’. 

He’s so warm here, it’s impossible not to close his eyes again. It brings him right back to the bath they had together after. The way they sat opposit of each other, legs overlapping, knees bumping. Candles lined the sides, steam rising in their flickers, as Carlos brought TK’s ankle up to his mouth. His lips trailed the arch of his foot and his toes, and then he slid his hands down TK’s thighs to trace the tracks of their pleasure.

“Sorry I got a bit carried away,” Carlos said as his thumb circled an already fading bite mark above his knee.

TK shook his head, then glided forward until he was in Carlos’ lap, water sloshing out the sides of the tub. He placed his thumb on the fading mark on Carlos’ neck. “Don’t be. You'll make me look like I'm the wild one between us.” OPEN TAG (no pressure to rb)

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@corsage @certifiedflower @everlastingday @tellmegoodbye

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@honeybee-taskforce @birdclowns @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@orchidscript @decafdino

[welcometololaland]

just posted the last chap of never too late, and (pending a rwrb demon i need to exorcise) i am attempting to go back to the ring-in. here's a little 🌶️ section from chapter 4.

“So,” says TK, his mouth slightly ajar and his breath coming out in short staccato beats as Carlos fucks into him. “Has Richard Reynolds ever made you feel like this?”

The tone is conversational, if not a little strung out, but in any case, Carlos did not anticipate talking about his childhood rival while having slow, morning sex with his husband. He doesn’t want to be talking about anyone else right now. He wants to be losing himself in the warm heat of TK’s body and whispering filthy things into his ear; things Carlos would never have the confidence to say in any other scenario.

“No one has ever made me feel like you do,” he replies, swallowing back a moan as he rolls his hips into TK again. There’s an obscene smack as skin meets skin, and Carlos hopes that it’s not loud enough to be picked up by Lindsay’s supersonic hearing. “Are you feeling some type of way about it?”

TK gasps, then groans, throwing his head back on the pillow and searching for Carlos’ hand on the sheets. One of his legs is slowly falling through the gap in the twin mattresses that are laid out on the floor, and it seems like both of them are trying to ignore it. “No.”

“You’re jealous,” Carlos surmises, recognising TK’s avoidance even though he’s partially distracted by the slowly suffocating tension in his body. “Baby. You never need to be jealous.”

“I’m not— Fuck,” TK whimpers. “Right there, baby. Oh my god. Don’t stop.”

thanks @heartstringsduet @ironheartwriter

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[lazarusdrawsthings]

Neverbloom

[spahhzy]

Neverbloom

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Ruby water the beautfufil flowers with care as she rose up from her spot and dusted herself off as she surveyed the garden. A bountiful of lively flowers surrounded her. This was truly a great thing Jaune and her could have done together.

Her and Jaune's little garden.

It made her giddy just thinking about it.

Ruby sighed in content as she looked up at the sunny sky and enjoyed the sun rays hitting her face before a frown hit her face.

She looked at her scroll, the homescreen, a photo of her and Jaune on a date.

It's been about a week since Jaune went with his team on that mission.

"Hurry back soon, Jaune. I miss you"

-

"That's it. I'm going in there, " Yang said but was stopped by Blake.

"Yang, don't do that will just make it worse," Blake said, impeding Yang from going into the garden.

"That my sister Blake, look at her just fucking look!" Yang all but yelled with tears in her eyes as she pointed at Ruby.

"I know, babe, I know, but look at how she reacted the first time," Blake said as she recalled the meltdown that Ruby went through.

"The doctors say she'll keep on repressing and repressing it until she can come to terms with it on her own," Blake said as she hugged Yang, who sat down and sat down, defeated and sobbed as Blake looked on at Ruby watering dead decaying flowers with a smile on her face.

Caring for a garden that will never bloom.

"Oh Jaune, it's been so hard on Ruby since you died a year ago"

-

🎵 I'd wait here forever just to see, just to see these flowers bloom🎵

-

It's been a little minute since I did a sadcaster, ah good times.

[onifanss]

All the moments that I wish I could show you… I hope I made you proud even though you’ll never see my flowers bloom.

[aquareegia]

music dump 🎶

all songs and more in my playlist:

[sell-the-lie]

Tagged by @infinifi to post five songs I’ve been listening to recently, thank you! 🖤🖤

Tagging anyone who wants to!!

[ghost-town-story]

(And now that I've actually spent the whole day listening to Neverbloom on and off, have some "Everybody Lives AU" Falcon and Kestrel)

His apartment felt too empty.

It was stupid, it wasn't even something he should have noticed, considering Kess had their own place with all their stuff, and if anywhere should feel empty it was there, but--

Falcon walked into his apartment, and the fucking absence hit him like a goddamn truck, left him feeling like he'd taken a familiar leap and landed wrong. It made him want to turn around and track down the furthest bottle of whiskey just to fucking forget.

He gritted his teeth and closed the door behind him. He'd always known he was going to have to live with this. Running away would only bring temporary relief.

And it really was stupid that he was feeling their absence so keenly in his own damn space. Nothing was out of place, nothing was even theirs except for the single flower in its vase on the coffee table, a bird of paradise flower as a joke between two birds of prey--

Falcon froze. Except he'd thrown out every last flower the night Kestrel had gone nova.

Fabric rustled a few feet away, and before he could even think Falcon had his gun loaded and aimed at the intruder.

Kestrel raised an eyebrow, leaning against the door frame to his bedroom like they had every right to be there. “’Sup.”

Falcon's breath hissed through his teeth, his aim never wavering.

Kestrel blinked slowly at him, their dark eyes silvered but yet still so familiar. “You asked me what being a Nova was like, once,” they said. “I told you it felt like drowning and tasted like bitter almonds. You said that’s what cyanide tastes like, and you’ve never told me how the fuck you know that.”

“Fuck,” Falcon hissed, and he tossed his gun aside and crossed the room to pin Kestrel against the wall to kiss them. There were so many questions running through his head, but all that really seemed to matter was Kestrel's startled, breathless laugh against his mouth and that goddamned taste of their cyanide magic on his tongue again.

Finally though, he had to breathe, and reluctantly knew he needed some answers. “Anybody else know?”

Kestrel shook their head. “Came here first.”

“Good.” Falcon couldn’t help himself and kissed them again. “I--” His thoughts jumbled together, refusing to leave his mouth. Or just knowing there were better things he could be doing instead of parroting the inane questions that Boss and everybody else would inevitably ask.

“Falcon.” Kestrel caught one of his hands, steadying its trembling, making him aware of just how badly he was shaking.

“Good,” Falcon repeated. “Fuck ‘em. Leave that shit show for tomorrow. You’re not leaving.”

“No I’m not,” Kestrel agreed easily. “Not tonight. Never again.”

The words were nothing more than pretty, empty promises considering their line of work, but Falcon wasn't in any mood to nitpick. Not when Kestrel was here when they should be dead, and he could have died but didn't, and he would rather taste the cyanide on their tongue than anything else.

Everything else could come later, now that they had all the time in the world.

[mybittersweet]

Tre canzoni che da ieri sera tengono la mia salute mentale a non esplodersi