#so for my specific taste it's slim pickings

[0507-worms]

Do you have any fav 0507 fics you could recommend?

to be honest, it's hard for me to say because I'm rather picky when it comes to fics... that being said:

- The Old Man and the Shi(dou)

shidou gives kazui a back massage The Fic. has very nice kazui introspection, and is also kind of emotionally devastating... kazui's back pain is incredibly hashtag relatable

- milgram normie au

shidou moves into a new neighbourhood and begins a fling with his dilf neighbour because of said neighbour's bastard child. it's a cute premise and written from shidou's pov :) the second work is more 0507-focused but it's also a bit suggestive (although not explicit), so apologies if it puts anyone off.

ik these are very. Vague descriptors but I don't want to go into too much detail since that would mean spoiling all the bits that Get To Me and those are best experienced blind. all I will say is that quite a few passages from these live in my head rent-free :)c

also here are some that don't drive me quite as insane, but are enjoyable nonetheless:

- The Warden is Fine (Or... maybe not?) not necessarily 0507-centric as it's about them taking care of a sick es, however the interactions between them are sweet :) - i've got you an 0507 chapter from a drabble collection! protective kazui is nice to read :] - An Imposter Among Us incredible piece of literature, it's a wonder I can even comprehend its sheer genius. 10/10 would sussy baka again

also also because I'm normal here are some fics where they're not as prevalent but still drive me Nuts:

- haruka sakurai versus cold and flu season haruka is kazui's adopted son in this one, and 0507 only appears at the end, but it's a cute fic and their interaction makes me smile

- beautiful boy another adopted haruka fic, with some sprinklings of 0507 :) again, they're more prevalent at the end but what is there is incredibly wholesome... there's some interesting character exploration here and it's fun seeing them come together as a family :)c also shidou is flustered at one point and that's adorable

I hope this list is sufficient! ofc you can always read my stuff Wink Wink <- has only written one fic (but I'm working on more!!)

[luveline]

hi! i know ur not from the us so pls feel free to ignore this but i think a kbd fic where steve and the girls are doing sparklers for the fourth of july would be so cute! absolutely adore everything u post 🫶🏻

thank u!! sorry i know it isn't the fourth anymore bit I hope u enjoy regardless!! kbd —dad!steve and mom!reader show their daughters how to use sparklers for the first time, 2k

Steve isn't a huge fan of fireworks because of how dangerous they can be, but sparklers are just fine in his book. He buys a box of thirty. The girls can do ten each if they feel like it, though he knows Dove won't be interested, and he guesses Bethie will be too scared to hold them. 

Still, he hopes. You're hosting a banquet of food when he arrives, a mixture of things you made and stuff he prepared yesterday. It's a feast of hotdogs and burgers, cupcakes and donuts, macaroni and cheese and chilli with white rice. The table is crammed with plates and the radio is on, playing fun pop music a little too loudly for Dove's taste, her hands over her ears.

You turn down the radio, and ask her where she sits on your hip, "Is that better, sweetheart?" 

"Hey," he says, putting the box of sparklers on the counter. 

"Hey, Stevie," you say, in a rare tone. You always talk to him with love but he adores how you say his name now, like you've never been happier to see him in your entire life. "They had some?"

"Lucky, right? Guess I'm not the only schmuck who forgot to buy some." 

Avery rushes for his legs, a chocolate donut in one hand and a cup of juice in the other. Despite her luggage, she expects to be picked up. Steve grabs her. 

"You're cold, dad," she says. 

"Really? It's not cold out," he says. 

"You need something to warm you up." 

Steve raises his eyebrows. "Sure I do. Give me a hug, but don't get icing in my hair, please." 

Avery hugs him, sticky cheek pressing into his as her arms strain around him. He pats her back, meeting your eyes and returning your happy smile. Steve turns on the spot to see Bethie practically elbow deep in a bowl of chilli. She loves anything that comes with rice, and she eats it like someone's going to take it away from her, chilli staining her lips and cheeks, a grain of rice stuck to her chin.

"Did you get a photo of that?" he asks. 

"Of course I did," you laugh, putting Dove down to brace yourself against the counter. You stretch your neck in a tight circle. 

"Thank you. Beth, that looks so nice! Are you saving any for me?" 

"No!" she says happily, smiling wide as an ocean. 

"Good girl. Alright, you tell me when you're finished, I have something fun for after dinner." 

Dinner gets put on pause. You wipe Bethie's face clean, giggling the whole time and telling her how cute she is in your saccharine mommy voice that melts her, "We should have that more often, huh?" It's always a good day when Bethie eats well.

Steve helps Avery put her shoes on and together they step out into the backyard. It's small considering the house is a four bedroom, but maybe that's why you'd been able to afford it in the first place. You work with what space you have. There's a light wood fence, the perimeter half lined by pansies and the other side with a slim shed full of their bikes and scooters and a small bed where the girls attempted to grow strawberries last year. They didn't take, but Steve has hope for this summer. 

The yard is clean though slightly neglected, and Steve has to work spider duty before Avery will agree to step off of the doorjam. You follow soon, Dove at your shins, Bethie cautious as she steps out in her socks behind you.

"Where's your shoes?" Steve asks her. 

"I told her she didn't have to wear them," you say. "She says they're pinching her toes." 

Steve had Beth's feet measured specifically to avoid that. He assumes it isn't pinching so much as not wanting to wear them. He shrugs. "Okay. Stay on the stones then, Beth, I don't know what's in the grass. You might step on a snail." 

"Ew," she says, sitting down in the doorway.

Steve lights a sparkler for no one first of all, wondering how each girl will react. He hands it to you as the sparks jump to life, white and bright in the shade of the garden, the shadow of their house. You wave it around gently, but when each of your daughters gasps in unhappy shock, you hold your hand under the sparkler and let a spark kiss your palm. 

"They aren't dangerous," you promise. You wave it into a heart, a star, the letter A. "Does anyone wanna try?" 

"Me!" Avery shouts, holding out her hand. The sparkler burns remarkably quickly down to the stem.

"Dad will give you a new one. Hey, baby?" you put the sparkler down on the glass patio table as it sputters out. "Don't you have those gardening gloves?" 

Soon, Steve's outfitted each girl in a glove too big for their hand. He passes Avery a sparkler, and her bravery and subsequent joy prompts some jealousy in Bethie, fighting her fear to take one too. You crouch down to stand with her as she waves it around, her eyes like saucers as white sparks fly. 

"It's so pretty!" you say. 

Dove is interested, but not in holding one. Steve picks her up and lights a sparkler, raising it away from her curious hands to draw her name. Avery squeaks with happiness and proclaims it as magic. "Dad, I'm a fairy!" 

"I can see! Try not to put it by your hair, okay?" 

She squeals some more until it dies in her hand. "Can I have another one?" 

"Ooh," you coo, watching with pride as Bethie draws a circle with hers, "my girl's brave today, I'm super proud of you. Isn't this fun?"

Steve lights another one for Avery and gives Dove a loving kiss, thrilled to see them all this happy. He's really surprised Bethie's enjoying herself, but he supposes it would be hard for her to have a bad time with your hands on her shoulders, your encouragement soft and shining as angora silk. 

They must use up four or five each like that. 

"Daddy," Dove says, imploring as she touches his face. 

"What?" he asks, thinking of tacking 'my little princess' on the end but withholding. Lately every sentence he says has a pet name squeezed in the middle. He has a lot of love to give. 

She looks at him. He pats her small back, wondering if she's going to bless him with a sentence or two. She's old enough now to be talking, but she's quiet like Bethie most of the time. Or, she's not talkative —Dove is far from quiet. 

"Hotdog, please."

Steve laughs loudly. "You want me to make you a hotdog?" 

"And ketchup." 

"Yeah, I can make you a hotdog. You don't want to stay for another sparkler?" he asks. 

"No." 

He laughs again, pressing another kiss overtop the first one he'd laid on her chubby cheek. "Thank you for saying please, sweetheart. You're such a good girl." 

"Can I have a hotdog, too?" Avery asks.

"Sure you can, whatever you want. Beth? Mom?" 

You've sat down on the floor. You're probably cold, but your smile would never show it. "I think me and Bethie are going to have another helping of chilli and rice, aren't we?" you ask hopefully. 

Bethie's sparkler fizzles out. "Can we do more sparklers again?" 

"Yeah. Tell you what, let's go back inside for food and when everyone's full, we'll come outside and do some more before bed. Sound good?" 

The girls head inside, and Steve makes some hotdogs on the stove. Dove falls asleep with a bun in her hand, Bethie with her cheeks painted in sauce. Avery doesn't tire so easily, and while the others sleep, you and Steve take her out to the back door to light another sparkler. You write your names, you draw clumsy constellations. Steve writes 'I love

Avery,' grinning as she sounds out each letter. 

Avery relishes in the delight of having your unfettered attention. She stays up for hours after her sisters with you and Steve, long enough to watch stray fireworks shoot up into the sky over your backyard, her head on your shoulder, her hand in Steve's hand. 

"This is the best day ever," she says. 

Steve wants to cry. Genuinely. He meets your eyes over Avery's head, and you shuffle closer to her without speaking, enveloping her in a hug from either side. 

"Every day is the best day ever with you around, Ave," Steve says. 

"The best. Me and dad tried some fireworks, when you weren't born." Steve and Avery look at you with mirrored interest. He doesn't remember what story you're going to tell. "You would've been very small in me at the time," you say, looking up as a pink and white firework blossoms across the night sky like a peony. "Like a strawberry seed. We… didn't know you were coming. I knew. I knew, but I didn't know. I could feel you right here," —you point at your stomach— "but I had no idea what you were going to be." 

"Hey, you're right," Steve says. He forgets you were pregnant before you knew it. 

"But me and dad lived together already," you say. "We were always going to get married and have babies and stuff, but you came really quickly. You were excited." 

Steve grins. Avery hangs on your every word. 

"But anyway, me and dad lived together. Not here, but somewhere, and we didn't have a yard but there was a little patch of grass and we figured we'd buy some, but he burned a stripe of my arm hair off by accident with a long lighter, and the we didn't have a fence to nail the Catherine wheel down, and he accidentally dropped the firecracker box on the way home so it didn't work anymore, and the rockets wouldn't light." 

"Oh, no," Avery says. "You didn't have any fireworks?" 

"None. But we had a pack of sparklers. We did it just like we did with you. I wrote 'I love Stevie' in big letters, and your dad tried to hug me and jabbed me in the stomach with his burned up one." 

"Your hoodie," Steve remembers finally. "Your white hoodie, I bought it for you the week before at the mall after you threw up in Dairy Queen. I remember." 

"I had it for a week, and he got this huge ash smudge on it." 

"But you wouldn't let me wash it with bleach." 

You give Avery a kiss on the top of her head. "I wanted to remember how happy we were. I thought the smudge was a nice reminder. Turns out I got much more than a smudge." 

"You got me," Avery decodes.

"We got you," you say. "You're a thousand different things, Avery. You're smart, and kind, and pretty, and you're also a really good reminder that your dad loves me." 

"Do you need a reminder?" Steve asks, genuinely worried, and kind of in awe. How you can sit there and say something that romantic off the cuff is beyond him. He really might cry soon. 

"No," you say smugly. "You tell me all the time." 

Not enough, he decides. After this, he'll be sure to tell you more. 

Steve falls in love with you for the thousandth time.

"What I'm trying to tell you, Ave, is that dad is right. Every day with you in it is a really good day. I love you so much," you start to fizzle, which is to say your voice gets tight. You won't cry, but Steve teeters. "I'm really, really happy you had the best day ever, 'cos you make every day the best for dad and your sisters and me." 

"Really?" Avery asks softly. 

"Really," Steve says, rubbing the space between her shoulders. 

A rocket squeals into the air and fractures into a ring of spectral colours. 

Avery climbs onto her feet, and, torn between who to hug, wraps an arm around both of your necks. 

Steve wraps his arms around you both, squeezing your hip. He's gotten used to being loved, to feeling it, but tonight might be an all time high. Sparklers become a Harrington tradition that year. 

[drinkingteawithkate]

Okay I made a little post about this but it’s jawing at my brain

A deep dive into Ginny Weasley’s music taste

(Not specifically 90s timeline)

SPICE GIRLS

Okay so even though it might be cringy now she was definitely so obsessed with the spice girls. With their whole girl power agenda she definitely was really into it, and they have great party music. Hermione being one of her closest friends and muggle born showed her the spice girls over one summer and gave her tons of magazines on them. Tonks offered to take her to see them but Molly said absolutely not. Favorite song Wanna be obviously, it’s her designated getting ready song.

THE SMITHS/RADIOHEAD/NIRVANA/WEAZER

Okay so, Ginny dated Dean for almost a whole year being with someone you naturally gain interest in their interest. Dean being a muggle born introduced Ginny to all sorts of muggle bands The Smiths and Radiohead having a lot of sad songs I think she found very healing with all her trauma from the chamber. Nirvana is like the OG teenage dirt bag band so yes she loves them. Nirvana reminds her a lot of Sirius so she got Harry into listening to them. Weazer came from Seamus actually, when she was getting used to being around Deans friend group music came up and Seamus lent her one of his mixtapes. Her favorite song is Back to the old house because it makes her miss time before Tom and before the war.

DAVID BOWIE

So Bowie. I think Bowie would come from Bill and Arthur. Bill was born in the early 70s so it come from his childhood. We all know Arthur loves muggle things so I think music would be incorporated in that. Bowie has a perfect blend of sad and feel good music, we know she was close with Tonks but Remus helped her through second year too and Bowie was one thing they bonded over and what made Ginny trust Remus after Tom. Her favorite song is Changes because it feels like growing up.

EMINEM/D-12

Completely George and Charlie influence. She loved D-12 first obviously but she prefers Eminem. She knows every word. To every song. Harry loves when she gets wasted at parties and just stands on the table and belts out the lyrics. She’s totally a Doctor Dre fan too. The Slim shady album is her favorite it dropped in 1999 when she was freshly 17. Charlie took her to see him when she was 19 she went all out saggy jeans, heavy smudged eyeliner, bandana. When family dinners where to serious at the Burrow after the war. Her and George would start singing the dirtiest songs to get Molly’s attention on them. Favorite song in his discography is Under the Influence.

DO DOUBT/GWEN STEFANI, BIKINI KILL

Girl power rock bands I don’t have a ton to say about them. She loves No Doubt but proffers Gwen’s solo stuff. Obviously knows them from Tonks. She gave Ginny her Tragic Kingdom vinyl which released in 1995 perfect timing for her 4th year at hogwarts when she’s angry about being left out of order business. Her favorite Gwen song is Rich Girl.

ARVIL LAVIGNE

Okay so Arvil really started getting big in 2002 when her album Let Go came out. She wasn’t super big into her with that album but followed along still. Her teammates on the Harpy’s loved her and played her music in the locker rooms. She picked up again with her when Girlfriend came out but her favorite song is Here’s to never growing up.

(Later music)

TAYLOR SWIFT

I never liked that people think Ginny isn’t girlie because she grew up with 7 brothers. Yes, she is a total tomboy but she never saw being a girl as making her weak. It was just a challenge with her brothers but it just gave her more reasons to get to prove herself. If she had Taylor in her teens her favorite album would be Red or Evermore. Cowboy like me is a perfect song to describe her and Harry. “The skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up” perfect example of their relationships with Voldemort. They definitely avoided that they had that in common for a while but after they accepted it they where able to heal through each other. I think the song I hate it here from TTPD would be one Ginny could relate too because honestly when she was completely alone her therapy was Tom and the diary. It was where she would escape too. I think her hearing that song as an adult would have an even deeper meaning because it’s so sad and describes how lonley-ness feels beautifully.

- If you want my other opinions and more bands I think she would like feel free to ask I have so many others artist and songs

This kinda turned in to me relating Ginny to my favorite music but oh well 🤷‍♀️

[aimwigs]

hey I've been listening to the yard for about a year and a half and I want to get more into it ifywim do I just start watching old vods to catch up or is there any content u can recommend as a baseline must-watch

this is by no means a comprehensive list because i've only really been watching the yard since dec 2022 and my 2021 stint in lud viewing was brief and casual (didn't know what i had) but it is a fucking long list so i'll keep it under the cut. included stuff that maybe i wouldn't classify as a must watch but i wanted to include it so you can pick and choose what interests you

PODCASTS - I know for a fact there are other podcast appearances out there that I don't know of but here are a few:

the yard x wine about it - it's just the four of them and qt which means good times! this is an essential imo

there are a few eps of fear& that they appear on! specifically rec the ep with nick and aiden and the ep with ludwig and aiden. there are also a few eps with ludwig and slime (not at the same time) if you're interested in those

i've watched aiden on three different interview podcasts all are worth a watch to me: karat interview, across the bar, and good griefed (audio a little scuffed on this one but it's cute)

fucking loved nick's ep of across the bar because his outlook on creativity is super relatable to me. he also did something with safety third that i've been meaning to watch but haven't yet!

VIDEOS AND STREAMS - there's a lot here but i'll try to describe what's what

mogul money ft the yard - this is the full vod, there's also a cut down video. extremely fun watch

nick was also on mogul money live (first game specifically) and he and aiden appear in the bts video a little bit

qt posted vlogs from italy! they're all fun watches and there's some good moments. one, two, three, four

qt and aiden halloween gingerbread house video. ludwig and aiden kiss in this one. i think the full vod is in god's hands unfortunately

qt and aiden make shit in an ezbake oven and make the guys eat it. fun little video. idk if the vod is out there somewhere or not

there's a cut down version of this too but the full stream of qt having all the guys do a gingerbread house competition is very peak

lud did a shit load of taste test videos with the guys for a slim jim sponsor. this might not be all of them but here are the ones i cold find off rip (fruit, cheese, chocolate, water, steak)

ludwig has done a shitload of ylyl streams with slime that you can find and honestly i have a horrible mediashare allergy so i haven't watched a lot of them but i have watched the one they did with aiden and the one with everyone but idk where the full vod is for the latter

from ludwig's fortnite mondays, there was a week where slime and nick played with jerma and sapnap. idk if any of the others posted the vod but here's sapnap's

the subathon has a shitload of stuff that i can't even begin to link but if you want the experience of the dcom series without subbing to tier 2 they watched the truman show starting about an hour thirty into this vod, tho it takes a hot minute to get everything lined up with the time stamps

halloween po unboxing where them + qt dress up as characters from scooby doo. nick looks frankly obscene as velma this is a great vod

how many flashlights does it take to cook an egg is exactly what it sounds like. it's lud slime and nick ft a little bit of yingo

they play the family feud game together in these two vods: just them and against miz/otk (can't stand miz but it was still good)

RECENT STUFF - aka stuff you probably know about or have seen because you've been around a year and a half but i figured i'd include them anyway since they happened off the pod

two months ago they all played fortnite on lud's stream and it was awesome

both the show matches of the ludwig tarik invitationals are worth watching if you're into valo! the first one is team mogul v otv and they're split up in the second. if the timestamps are broken it's 2h30 in both vods

the rivals 2 tournament is fun! i don't understand shit about fighting games but i love to see the boys play

cdawgva ski vod with lud and aiden from the japan trip! there's also a cut down version of youtube but i found it a fun watch

recency bias alert: they all played in creator dodgeball

the qt and aiden winter cocktail tierlist stream was so good like genuinely a stream of all time to me. ludwig hangs around for parts of it

the yard doing the dougdoug fast food challenge is a MUST WATCH! they celebrate and they suffer what could be more beautiful

otv's fear pong video with them is so fucking good. SO GOOD!

and finally i guess i should mention beerio because it just happened LOL

[togetogetogepi]

Sword Art Online characters as dogs

This is a completely subjective list. It doesn’t have all the SAO characters. You can expand it if you want. If I hate a character, it doesn’t mean that I have anything against that specific kind of dog.

Oh my dog, what am I doing.

Kirito: a mutt. He’s the dog that first comes off in your head when you think “dog”.  He’s a medium/small size, black with white spots and very slim. A mixture of so many breeds that you really can’t distinguish any of them. He could be a good service/rescue dog with appropriate training or a good motivation, but nobody has any expectations on him because he’s not that special.

Asuna: a white Samoyed. A pure and expensive breed with long hair, considered a really pretty dog. She’s also incredibly strong and playful, which could be tied to how Asuna acts when surrounded by friends, far from her family’s grasp. These dogs are related to the snow, so it fits with Asuna’s surname.

Yui: a small robot dog that looks like a Dalmatian with dark bue spots. She really doesn't know how to be a dog, despite her cutting-edge technology. Kirito and Asuna pick her up like a puppy whenever she has to go up or down the stairs.

Agil: a St. Bernard. A huge, strong dog with an affable and loyal personality and considered a good nanny for children. Considering that Agil is the oldest of the group (dude is 30), works in his bar and spends a lot of time around the group of teenagers, I think it’s funny to think that he’s the “dad/caregiver” of all the others.

Klein: a red Shiba Inu. I had trouble with this one, so I thought “orange and Japanese dog” and boom, there he is. Shibas are apparently decent guard dogs so it fits Klein’s need to protect others. Plus, he’s the kind of guy that would spend hours watching memes, especially old ones and we know who’s the ultimate meme dog.

Lisbeth: a chocolate, short-haired Chihuahua. She’s nervous, easy to jump and attack, but a good dog deep down. You may not see her, but she’s always there to hear all the gossips. She’s not everyone’s taste, but you would miss her if she disappeared.

Silica: a cream sable Pomeranian. She’s small, not very strong, loves to have company and she’s more arrogant than she looks. In this AU, Pina is a tamagotchi that Silica takes everywhere.

Kuradeel: a grey Borzoi. A skinny bitch. Bro is glued to Asuna’s window while singing “Didn’t I do it for you?”.

Kayaba: a German Shepherd. The kind of dog you could feel comfortable with while still respecting him. He’s wayy too intelligent and calm. Not much else to say, Kayaba is boring af.

Suguha: a blue mix of Mastiff and Labrador. She’s extremely buff from training, and can be pretty aggressive, but is overall social and close to her loved ones. Her love might be a bit too much for many.

Sugou: a white and lemon Papillon. A posh and slightly smart dog that can’t win any fight due to how fragile he is. The name of this breed also means “butterfly” in French and in this AU, Asuna is capable of tearing him apart with ease, and that makes me happy.  Thanks to @transboykirito for suggesting this one!

Now if I ever want to draw dogs, I have a place to start. An odd place to start. Maybe I shouldn't have discovered Tumblr.

[hotchs-big-hands]

Okay I was gonna ignore this but I just wanna set the record straight for this blog

So yesterday us girlies were discussing Aaron picking reader up, altho I was a bit sceptical imma be real with you but I'm more open to the idea now. It was fun and nice and I just love to be able to discuss with other fellow fat ppl abt hcs that suit us!

And then I received this ask:

And I just 🧍

There's a lot to unpack here.

First of all, I wanna make it VERY clear that while I haven't specifically put this anywhere (altho I probably will now) that this blog is surrounding plus-size readers, THIS BLOG IS CENTERED AROUND PLUS-SIZE READERS. So PLEASE assume I'm talking abt a plus-size reader unless stated otherwise.

When I got this ask, I won't lie to you but it really soured my mood. I was having so much fun talking to my lovely anons and rb stuff and just overall a great time but then this showed up. And I was scared and felt bad that I felt this upset by this but listen.

Fandom spaces are NOT made for anyone except short, skinny, white girls. That's just an undeniable fact. Your average fanfic blog for characterxreader fics has one specific type of reader as the default. You can't say they don't. When I joined this fandom I could count on one hand the amount of AH x plus-size!reader fics there were. And so I thought hey I should maybe contribute and bring more out because we deserve to read something and KNOW we can picture ourselves in the stories too. Even if I haven't put on the asks and gif posts plus-size reader just please assume that's the type of reader I'm talking about.

So onto the content of the actual ask. First of all, stating you KNOW weight and image is a sensitive subject but still telling me DIRECTLY abt how much you weigh and how "bony" you are is fucking unacceptable. You know what you are doing is wrong but you did it anyway. What do you expect me to say to you about how much you weigh and how skinny you must be? Why do I need to know this specific information?? You don't see us fat ppl going around like "oh I weigh THIS amount and uwu my chunky arms and stomach are soooo detrimental to other ppl's comfort 🥺🥺" because why? The only exception is the B-belly anon and fic I wrote for them because I have the same stomach type and understand how they feel.

And if you're actually THAT concerned about your health like you claim to be? Go to a fucking doctor. I'm not a fucking doctor. I'm a 23 year old dumbass in 2nd year of uni doing illustration. It's the attempted manipulative language in this whole ask that just left a sour taste in my mouth.

Am I saying skinny/slim ppl can't be insecure? Fuck no. ANYONE can be insecure. But the world is more willing to support and uplift skinny ppl than fat ppl. So we have to uplift each other and ourselves. And so because of that if the conversation isn't relatable enough for skinny people then they feel the need to directly insert themselves and make it all about them. I'm sorry but no. Not here you're not. You want to feel uplifted abt your fave character? Go read the hundreds of other fanfics that exist with your body type in mind. And if you disagree with this take then like. I don't really fucking care. Block me.

To the anon who did write this and if you're reading this post now:

I don't hate you. But this was not very nice and not okay to do. Again, if you're that concerned abt your health then talk to a doctor. This is HOPEFULLY the first and last time I'll need to talk about this.

If you've read this far I thank you and apologies for making the dash a bit sour. But I just couldn't keep this out of my mind.

[knightsofsomethingorother]

😤

😤 - Your Most Specific Nitpick About Your Fave

Yay! Complaining! My favorite!

Okay, so my favorite is Bedivere (if I haven't made that so painfully obvious by now) and it is such slim pickings for him even appearing much less appearing and being used well. The biggest one is people just up and forgetting he's disabled. The guy has one hand, goddamn it! That's literally his defining feature! The singular thing that makes him unique, seeing as there's a cavalcade of 'handsomest guys who are good at fighting'.

Another issue I have (and this goes back as far as original Welsh texts) is him just being an attachment to Kay when Kay's around and nothing else. I haaate when two characters are put in a relationship (platonic or otherwise) and one half of that relationship is sundered into the vague imprint of a person that exists solely to be an accessory to the other. Give him personality! Opinions! Relationships with other characters! He is OOZING with the potential to be interesting! I'm a ride or die for Bedikay (again, platonic or otherwise) but I want both of them to be people!

More to that point. I really, really, really hate it when modern authors just slap his name on another character or otherwise use him to fill a role arbitrarily. I am on my hands and knees begging everyone to just use the original knight for that role or at the very least an OC instead of stretching my guy's skin over a random dude. That isn't my boy! That's a wholly different person who committed identity fraud!

Lastly, and this is completely and totally a taste thing, I don't like it when he's written to be too nice. I personally don't like it when he's the kind, warm, calm, has-his-shit-together voice-of-reason type. That is a perfectly fine way to write the character, and there's nothing wrong with it, I just have a very specific, very neurotic image of the guy. He's in a position of authority in a place full to the brim with violent weirdos where magic bullshit traipses through the front door every other day; I just feel like he should have some bite to him.

That said, him having the self-perception of being or needing to be this magnanimous, rational, dare I say perfect guy, and that just straight up not being the truth at all is something I personally lean into when writing him because it's fun as hell.

Okay, I'm stopping myself before this post gets too long and off-topic. I just really like talking about Bedivere.

[whorediaries-09]

make confessions 🤍- send in a request and i'll ship you with a character.

Hi love! I'm so excited for this valentine's day event <3

I´m a 5'3, a slythering and infj, my pronouns are she/they, i have mid lenght black hair and brown eyes, i would say i´m pretty slim and have a light pale skin tone. I have some piercings, but my favorite one has to be the medusa or nipple piercing (even tho it´s the most painful one).

I love listening tu music, i play the bass and i enjoy reading a lot, specifically novels and mysterys. I love fashion and making clothes too!

I´m more of an introvert, its weird for me to start a conversation with a stranger, that's why i don't have many friends. I love being in love, i would consider myself a hopless romantic, my love lenguage is physical touch and quality time. Also everytime i´m with a friend i read their tarot cards, i guess its also part of my love language lol.

I'm from Latin America, but when i'm done with college i plan on moving to Europe!!

I love old films, one of my favorite movies has to be Before Sunrise, it´'s a perfect romantic indiefilm! (you should totally watch it if you haven't lol). My favorite director is Wes Anderson, my favorite music genres are alternative rock, glam rock, and jazz. So far i only have a tattoo of a Mazzy Star´s album but i plan on getting more tattoos in the future!

I hope this wasn't too long! Anyways, thank you for this event, have a great day <3

hi gorgeous, thank you for sending this in!

i ship you with marlene mckinnon!

you literally scream marlene's other half. tattoos, piercings, personality and everything about you screams that mckinnon would be down on her knees for you.

to begin with, the both of you have matching tattoos that you got together. AND you play the bass. she's good with the drums, so she's absolutely smitten of course, because what's not to love.

also she will never admit it, but she secretly loves your taste in movies. maybe not the movies itself, but she loves how your brown eyes twinkle when you watch the movies with so much glee.

marlene is a natural blonde, and she's absolutely in awe of your pretty hair. she absolutely braids them for you, and sometimes she puts little flowers between the strands.

marlene adores how you can cut and sew up new clothes with old fabric. she pesters you to tell her how to make them, but all she gets is her tops getting cut up and new clothes that she absolutely rocks everywhere.

and even though she never was into books, she loves it when you talk about the books you read. she thinks you're influencing her when she stops by the bookstore, for the first time in her life. she's thinking solely of you when she walks in, hoping to pick up a good mystery novel and surprise you.

mckinnon never admits but she loves your hugs. she loves how you wrap your arms around her waist, pull her close to you and kiss her all over her face. because to say the least, she's absolutely smitten. you also teach her how to read tarot cards, but she doesn't really register anything because again, she's too enamored by you to concentrate.

all in all, the both of you are extremely in love, it's disgusting sometimes, but neither of you care.

[samspenandsword]

AHHHH Sam! Congratulations on 300! And congratulations to those 300 people on following one of my favorite writers on tumblr. You’re incredibly talented and such a warm personality! I’m so so grateful for your presence in this community and to have gotten to know you ❤️

I’m Aria, I’m 32, and my pronouns are she/her. I’m blonde and blue eyed, 5’9” with a Kate Winslet body type (long, slim waist but everything else is curvy). Personality wise, I’m an extroverted introvert. I love meeting people and having fun but I’m slower to build long-term friendships and really open up. My first love is reading and writing, but I do enjoy the scientific and analytical side of my job as a nurse. I’m outdoors in all seasons, from swimming to skiing, and although I love traveling, I can also be a real homebody (sweats, baking cookies, and binge watching is a love language). I’m a history and film nerd. I love music from all genres, especially any and all live music, but my niche is 2000s indie. I have three dogs, my favorite food is sushi, favorite season is fall, favorite planet is Kashyyyk, I’m always drinking a seltzer or coffee, and alcoholic beverage of choice is either wine, beer, or whiskey.

Sorry if that was too much info-dumping! Can I pretty please request 👄😎⚔️? Ship can be SFW or NSFW, which ever strikes you! Man preferred for ship but no gender preference for bestie! I’d prefer The Clone Wars or Rebellion (Rebels or OT) Era, just because I don’t know the Old Republic.

Thank you, this is such a cool and unique celebration! And congratulations again, Sam!! 🥳❤️

Aria!!! Ahh, thank you so much for submitting!! And babes, there is no such thing as info-dumping when it's from my friends! I can't wait for you to read this, I'm so excited!!

Sam's Pen and Sword 300 Follower Celebration (Closed)

Warnings: Mentions of smuttiness, suggestive content, nothing explicit, but all the same minors gtfo.

Aria's Follower Celebration Request

Ship request 👄

(I'm prefacing this by saying this entire request takes place specifically in a Fives!lives, Victory!AU bc I need it emotionally okay I'm done)

Okay, it's not just because I know you love him (same and his eyes in this gif are absolutely killing me he's so pretty!!!), but honestly I think Fives would just adore you. And he'd suggest, without fail, every Halloween, that you should dress up as a sexy nurse. Fives isn't necessarily an extroverted introvert like you, but he definitely is the type to have a lot of casual friends and acquaintances but only a few people he's really close to. It's always a shock to people, cause he's so outgoing, and it's Fives! But he definitely values taking time to build a relationship. Just because he's head-over-heels for you doesn't mean you're automatically close with each other. And though sometimes he struggles with the idea of "slow and steady" in practice, he appreciates each and every time you open up to him, and the deepening feelings inside him as he does the same. And with Fives being as adventurous as he can be, he loves going hiking and skiing and swimming in lakes with you (he's absolutely shit on skis, it's hilarious, but bless him he never stops trying. He's much better at ice skating, and he takes you on an ice skating date for each time you take him skiing, because then he gets to impress you and take you home to warm you up afterwards 😉). Fives is also prone to taking you to summer festivals with lots of live, local music and local beer and whiskey tastings. In short, your relationship with Fives is full of adventure, laughter, playful kisses, and nights in where you take turns picking movies to watch while cuddled under a blanket on the couch (I see Fives having a weakness for classic films, noir, campy sci-fi, and beautiful fantasy. There have been a lot of dramatic noir reenactments and (space) LoTR marathons.).

You were trying so hard not to laugh, but despite the fact that you had seen him fall flat on his ass hundreds of times now, it was still funny. Fives had never seemed to get the hang of skiing. Not fully, anyway. He was miles better than he was when you first took him. But days spent skiing with Fives were full of green slopes and wobbly knees and pizza skis. And he made it a point to come with you at least once every year, enjoying spending the day with you doing something you enjoyed, even if he wasn't the best at it. Fives was spread-eagle on the slope, skis splayed out awkwardly and poles dropped by his sides. He groaned dramatically, head falling back into the packed snow. "You good?" you said, humor coating your tone. Fives let loose another dramatic groan. "I think I need a nurse." Your mouth twitched as you suppressed a smile. He was fine. "Oh, that's a shame. The nurse is out of the office. Call back in five days when she gets back from vacationing with her boyfriend." "Boyfriend??" Fives played along, voice indignant. You giggled, but adopting a serious tone once more. "Yes, sir. Shall I leave a message for the nurse?" "Tell her to get her cute little ass over here and help me up. I want to make use of the hot tub on the balcony of our suite." Heat shot through you despite the cold, winter mountain air. "Fives!" He sat up, grinning shamelessly. His goatee had a sprinking of snow in it from when he'd fallen. "Sounds like the nurse is agreeable." You rolled your eyes. Shameless. He was absolutely shameless. "Come on, you. Get up. I want lunch before you drag me back to the hotel." Fives heaved himself up, pushing off the slope with his poles to stand. But he didn't make to follow you down the slope quite yet, instead just smiling at you. "Fives?" He pushed his goggles up, and his eyes were like shining amber in the winter sunlight. "You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" Your cheeks were already flushed from the cold air and rush of skiing, but you were sure you went bright red at the comment. "Fives!" "I'm serious!" He scooted closer to you, looking surprisingly balanced. He was always at his best when he was on a mission. And right now his mission was to admire how golden your hair was against the backdrop of snow. Your perfect curves, not hidden even by the bulky coat you wore. The sparkle of your smile and how everything about you just made him fall more and more in love every single day. You rolled your eyes again behind your own goggles, but smiled up at him. "Come on, you giant goof. Let's get lunch, and then I might just let you talk me off the mountain." Fives grinned: a grin that sent heat rushing through you like you were already in the hot tub. And with a whoop and cheeky wink, Fives was off. You followed him, your laughter echoing down the slope.

Bestie request 😎

Just like with Fives for your ship request, I almost instantly thought of Echo as your best friend. You two were first introduced by Fives, him wanting his twin to know his partner. And you two hit it off, of course! You make Fives happy, so that was enough for Echo. And you had long wanted to meet the twin Fives had not-so-unwillingly dragged into so many shenanigans. Unlike Fives, who can somewhat cook but cannot bake to save his life, Echo expressed interest in baking after first tasting your chocolate-chip cookies and took to it instantly. You two love getting together for afternoons of baking and wine (sometimes more wine than baking). Echo has also been known to join you and Fives for some of your (space) LoTR marathons. And unlike Fives, Echo can ski very well and gives Fives endless shit about how he can't. Echo also loves visiting with you at cafes because lord knows neither of you can live without coffee. You two have a biweekly ritual of going on "best friend dates" (so coined by Fives, who "laments" that his brother is stealing his girl and his girl is stealing his brother) where you two browse the local farmer's markets for fresh produce, bread, and flowers. He likes to ask how work is going for you (you only worked 55 hours that week, it's fine, Echo), and you love hearing Echo's updates about the Batch, and the way he so perfectly reenacts Hunter's and Crosshair's cat fights (he swears Crosshair was actually going to pull out the claws this last time).

"Hey, let's stop a minute?" You and Echo both stopped, taking seats on some rocks lining the hiking trail. It was the end of spring, just edging into summer. One of your absolute favorite times to go hiking. The mornings when you started out were still cool enough to be pleasant, before it warmed up in the afternoon as you were coming down the mountain. Echo reached into his pack, drawing out one of his water bottles. You dropped your own pack at your feet, doing the same. The water was still cool and felt amazing as it slid down your throat. There was a light breeze going, ruffling your hair in its ponytail and making a mess of the flyaways that had become unruly with your workout. Sweat cooled against the back of your neck, and you reached into your pack to get some more sunscreen. "Here," you said, tossing the bottle Echo's way after squeezing a measure into your hand. Echo's skin tone was slowly, but surely, warming and darkening the more time that passed. While he was still much paler than he should've been, and lighter too, he was getting better. And these regular hikes of yours were helping him regain his strength and endurance. The hike you were on today was a mild one in terms of difficulty, but a longer one in terms of length. The hike didn't have a lot of steep inclines, or portions of the trail where you were practically bouldering. Instead, it was a winding, clear, comfortable trek through the forests towards a clear, grassy valley and lake. It was one of your favorites, and you and Echo had finally taken a day to do it. Echo had pushed his sunglasses up to his brow to reapply some sunscreen, but he smiled briefly when he saw you looking his way. "Something up?" he asked. "No, just enjoying the morning." He smiled wider. "Me too." Within a few more minutes, you two were off again. A few more miles and breaks later, the trees opened into a scene that was so gorgeous it could've been a painting. The splatterings of colorful wildflowers throughout the green grasses, the purple-toned, snow-capped mountains, the sky so blue it made the fluffy clouds look even fluffier, the glassy lake, so clear you could see the mosses and rocks and fish in its depths. Beside you, Echo felt his shoulders fall slack with wonder. This. This was something he was never going to take for granted again. He'd lost so much time while in stasis, and never imagined he would get a second chance. But now he had one. He had his twin. He had his brothers in the Batch. And he had his best friend. All that, on top of this gorgeous, impossible view, Echo was happy. "Last one to the lake is a rotten bantha!" "Hey!" And you took off running after your best friend, laughter filling the valley.

Rival request ⚔️

Okay, this one took me a bit longer to put together, because who in the fucking hell would dislike you?!?? But then I realized, that's okay, your rival actually does like you, and you two are in fact friends, however, neither of you will admit to it because you've been mean to each other for years now and that's how it's going to stay, dammit, because Anakin Skywalker is one of the most stubborn SOBs in the galaxy and you find the situation kind of hilarious. You are constantly thinking up new ways to give him crap and rile him up. But your rivalry does actually start through frustration with each other. You got stuck treating his injuries once and he was not only being a total baby about it but he was refusing to follow the post-op care regimen!!! It exists for a reason but nooooo, not for Mr. Chosen One! You are fully willing and capable of sedating his ass if it refuses to get its injuries looked at (whether you've had to or not is between you, Kix, and Coric). But you also frustrate Anakin because Jesus Christ he's fine, he doesn't need this, so what if he hasn't slept in three days and has a six-month old blaster wound that still hasn't healed properly and a freshly broken ankle, he can walk on it still, so it's fine! But no! You just won't leave him the fuck alone! Through it all though, you have to admire his sheer determination and bullheadedness. It's brought him this far (once again, Victory!AU). And he admires the way you don't back down and okay, maybe you actually know what you're talking about. Once the twins are born, you sit him down (a fair amount of alcohol has been consumed already between the two of you) and tell him that he's a dad now. He has a responsibility to look out for himself and make sure he's still around to care for those kids. Not even Padme and Obi-Wan had managed to get through to him in that regard like you did. But the following morning and a pair of hangovers later (neither of you are willing to admit that night happened), Anakin and you still gripe at each other, but it's far more playful and has less heat in it than normal. But Maker, he still fucking frustrates you. And Obi-Wan is no fucking better lol.

"Shit, what the fuck is that?" "I'm not sure, but it'll get us drunk, so what the fuck ever." You scowled dubiously at the bottle of dangerously clear alcohol. Knowing Anakin and his durasteel stomach, he'd have picked up straight ethanol and not have noticed until someone else told him. This was the guy who ate bugs afterall. But nevertheless, you took another glug. You still choked a bit, but the previous shot was already spiraling through your system, so it went down a little easier this time. "How're the twins?" you asked, cringing around the taste. "Already walking," Anakin groaned. "Maker, I can't keep track of them. How is it I faced down armies and barely broke a sweat but chasing two womp rats around tires me out?" "Welcome to fatherhood, my friend." Anakin's response was to tip back the bottle and take at least three gulps. "Padme's an angel, I swear. She makes it look so easy. Doesn't help that the twins actually seem to listen to her." "With your face? I wouldn't listen to you either." "Ha-ha." Anakin flopped back onto the couch in his and Padme's apartments. "Where are she and the kids, anyway?" "Padme's gone off to some spa retreat, and I conned Rex into taking the twins for the night." "Ass," you said, but you laughed a little, the alcohol already doing things to you. "Should've called Obi-Wan. You wouldn't have had to con him." "Where's the fun in just asking?" You shook your head with dramatic exasperation. Oh, Anakin. "Speaking of the kids, you and Fives ever gonna have a pair of mini-ARCs running around?" "You just want to be an uncle." "Yep." "That, my friend, is what we call Baby Fever. Usually followed by Lovey-Dovey-Bitch Syndrome, and they're both incurable." "Fantastic. I can add them to my collection of diagnoses and medical reports." "Idiot." The night devolved from there into a night of drunken laughter and stress-relief for you both. As well as a pair of hangovers when Rex came by and dropped the twins off the following morning, not a trace of sympathy for either you nor his former General on his face. "Dad! Dad!" "Auntie Aria!" You and Anakin resolved to spend the morning with raging headaches and the kids you both adored. And when it came time for you to head out, he ruffled your hair into a mess and laughed as you cursed at him out the door.

[paganpr1nce]

Honestly this triggers a specific thought in me and I'm not gonna put this articulately because it's 4am and I am a gremlin.

I joke a lot that I have 'bad taste' in media because I genuinely enjoy pretty much any kind of media. But for me it's that I love art, and part of that love comes through deep analysis of all sorts of media. But I can find it very difficult to interact with other people around media because everyone feels so serious about things sometimes. And it can feel like there's all these 'correct' opinions that you're supposed to have and if you don't have them, you are wrong or dumb. Like, it just brings me back to my uni lecturer that told me I just 'didn't get' this old story because I openly said I hated it and it felt like a waste of time. Like, that was how I felt and I had legitimate analysis to back that up but it was still 'wrong' so was discarded.

Like, I could spend probably far too much time picking apart the themes in so much classic literature and theology, but if I'm asked what my favourite movie is I'm gonna always hit people with She's the Man (and could also probably do a deep media analysis of that).

I think like idk it's kinda pretentious to think that media has to fit certain requirements to mean that it's like 'worthy' of attention / analysis. It limits things to a very slim range of media and it's a stance that quickly becomes elitist and shoves out a lot of really passionate creators.

Like, I have a character who is a soft and delicate ballet-dancing werewolf and he was created in some contrast to the general werewolf tropes of them being scruffy and overly violent, but also as a deliberate criticism of the gender binary that exists within ballet as an art by making him a male dancer who primarily plays the 'female' roles.

He's also in love with a vampire who skateboards, they are basically the Sk8r Boi song. Cause idk it's fuckn fun? It can be both. I can have a character who makes a point about something important while also just being a silly little dude.

There are people that could probably put this into much more eloquent terms than me but basically my point is that She's the Man is a great movie and I would like to talk about it every hour of every day

Mr Jonny Sims sir, who is Rosie named after? Because I try to google her last name and all it shows up is house of leaves

Look, man, cards on the table, I don't remember what surname I gave Rosie. The wiki says Zampano, so I guess, yeah, I gave her the name of the fictional writer in House of Leaves.

[gothamslostboy]

Hi! Can I please get a match for stranger things and criminal minds?

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and fairly large eyes. I also have these dimples that I really like!

Style - I'd say it's a mix of 90s and dark academia

Favorite food - anything and everything from arab, indian, and greek cuisines

Gender preference - male please!

Hobbies- I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything.

Music taste - it's kinda all over the place but my top genres according to spotify stats are indie rock and indie pop. Some of my favorite artists are her's, lana del rey, the smiths, mazzy star, fiona apple, radiohead, Olivia Rodrigo, Tommy lefroy

Favorite animal - raccoons!

Personality traits - extroverted introvert? I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend. I love being the best at everything I do. I'm also quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!!

Gender - female

Characters - 3 if that's okay?

Zodiac - taurus sun, gemini moon and scorpio rising

Ideal type - best friends to lovers kinda thing!!! I'm obsessed with having a person just be your person throughout your life. Someone who knows you inside out, gets you better than anyone else.

Love languages - quality time and physical touch (receiving) acts of service (giving)

Thank you very much!! I hope you have a wonderful day ❤️

I ship you with…

STRANGER THINGS

Johnathan Byers! He also loves indie rock, and is willing to listen to any other music you like at least once. He loves dates where it’s just you two hanging out doing a simple activity, but if he’s able to scrape up some extra money he takes you out to do something fun. When you’re with other people he keeps an arm around your shoulder or holds your hand, but alone he’s more physical, cuddling you constantly. For your 1 year anniversary he gives you a photo album with 24 photos: 2 for each month. 1 of the photos is you guys together, and the other is one where he found you being cute. He captions every photo explaining what you guys were doing when they were taken, and a lot of the captions of just you have him ranting about how cute you were doing something. (You were telling him about a book you loved, helping Will with his homework, etc.) he explains why he loves you so much for doing that specific thing. Every month afterwards he adds 2 more photos and captions until the album is full. He adores your style and hair. He asks to help you get ready in the mornings and lets you pick out his clothes if you want to in exchange

CRIMINAL MINDS

Derek Morgan! You said you like playful banter? HAVE A TRUCK LOAD!! You’re each other’s built in best friends and can talk to each other about any and everything. He doesn’t seek out poems or Russian literature himself, but he’s more than happy to have you read him your favorites while cuddling. Takes you on dates to try out new restaurants, or new activities neither of you have tried

Aaron Hotchner! He loves your appearance, and your personality of course. He picks out mystery books for you guys to read together, and he figures them out way before you but refuses to tell you who it is until either you figure it out or the book tells you. He doesn’t have a ton of free time, but he spends it with you and Jack, surprising the 2 of you with new experiences and adventures

[icewindandboringhorror]

shout out to my fellow wizards who chronically disassemble certain snacks before eating them (separating kit-kats into layers, eating the chocolate and cookie and caramel of a twix all separately, breaking little debbie nutty buddy’s into 4 separate layers to eat individually, OR freezing fererro rochers so they’re easier to take apart then eating the outer chocolate, wafer shell, inner chocolate, and center hazelnut all separate, etc. etc.)

[jgoddesstarot]

Pick-A-Pile: How Luxurious Will Your Life Be With Your Future Spouse?

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🔮Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are based upon my intuitive interpretation of the cards and about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

🔮How I read: I use a mix of tarot cards, oracle cards, along with my intuitive abilities of claircognizance, clairaudience, and clairsentience.

🔮How this works: Close your eyes and take deep breaths, pick the pile you are most drawn to. If you aren’t drawn to any pile then that’s okay, these messages aren’t for you.

Pile 1

Your future spouse (fs) is going to spoil you my Pile 1's! I'm getting May-December romance here. Think more of the movie Sabrina vs. sugar baby vibes (and know there's absolutely nothing wrong with sugar babies!). Anyway, I'm getting that your fs will be so excited to have you. They will spoil you with expensive items and luxurious trips. I'm getting the sense that you two meant one another through a work association of some kind. Like your company was doing business with his firm and you two meant when you were putting on a presentation on your companies behalf. He has a lot of respect for you, your intelligence, your beauty, and your poise.

Your fs has been through at least one marriage that didn't end well and he is cautious about dating. He is very well off but he doesn't openly flaunts his wealth. He sees you and he knows you are the next Mrs.!

Pile 2

I'm getting professional athlete or trust fund baby for you my Pile 2's. Your fs is likely your age or only slightly older (and for a very slim few of you, he might even be a few years younger than you). This guy still wants to run around with his friends but know you won't be neglected in any financial or material sense!

You will likely be more emotionally mature and more emotionally intelligent than your fs. You focus on you and the abundant lifestyle that you're being provided and know that you staying calm, cool and collected will actually be what's needed to help your fs mature a bit. This guy is majorly successful if he is a professional athlete (I'm specifically getting a footballer or soccer player -- for my U.S. babies)

You two will likely travel quite a bit, red carpets, summer film festivals in the Mediterranean, etc. Expect to rub shoulders with celebrities and be on the front row of designer shows!

Pile 3

Pile 3, you are my "more than meets the eye" pile. Hmmm...I'm getting that you and your fs may have a marriage that's an arrangement (say he's a foreigner trying to get citizenship in your country), you might be one of many wives, you may have an open marriage, etc. There's something unique and secret about your marriage (to clarify, not secret to you, secret to the outside world per se).

Regardless of the circumstances, you and your fs have a lot of respect, love, appreciation, and intelligence between the two of you. Yachts, expensive cars, fine jewelry, fine dining, etc. are all a part of your everyday. Someone (either you or your fs) are a wine connoisseur and someone has studied, to some extent, becoming a sommelier. I'm also sensing multiple homes all over the world is apart of you and your fs' marriage.

Designers literally call you so you can put in your order for pieces in their next collection before they're released! Your closet is the envy of celebrities and the jet set around the world. Oh, and you have excellent taste!

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[vera-king-hrfl]

Oh, that's beautiful, Rev! Your writing is so good 🥰 And thanks for the tag! I'll continue to share bits of my own weird little AU romance. Cal x Ryldinn with Astarion in a supporting role, same as before, but with a twist. I just posted a taste before, but this is the whole opening scene. I don't think it's the final form, this nonsense is evolving faster than Frieza, but it's getting there. ❤️

I don't belong here. Cal spins his pint glass between his thick fingers, his other hand supporting his cheek, and sighs. He'd been sitting at one end of the long bar, nursing a beer, for around an hour now, and hadn't attracted any attention. He plucks at the rolled up cuff of his flannel shirt, thinking that maybe he should have dressed better. The other men in this bar are more fashionable, more confident. Prettier. Mostly humans with a scattering of elves and half-elves. No tieflings. Nobody like him. The music is too loud, the lights are weird flashing strobes and spinning beams like emergency beacons. People are dancing, hollering to each other across the big room, carrying on and making out in dark corners. He sighs again and finishes his drink, glancing toward the door again, preparing to make his escape. Another group had just entered the club; two humans, a pretty high elf with curly, windswept white hair, and another, smaller man that Cal can't really see. He looks away, waiting for them to vacate the exit so he can leave without having to blunder through their raucous teasing and giggling to each other. 

"Hi."

Cal turns to see a lovely pair of bright red eyes smiling at him. Polished, deep grey skin, straight white hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He can't help but look the beautiful man over for a second before snapping his eyes back to the stunning face. Tight ripped jeans, a simple black top with an open neck that showed a hint of delicate collarbones. Cal swallows. This is possibly the most gorgeous man he's ever seen. And he's holding out his hand. The tiefling flinches, then takes the offered hand and tries to smile. "Hi."

His skin is silky soft, but the grip of his slim fingers is firm, pressing Cal's big hand warmly before releasing him. "Is this seat taken?"

"Uh... no?" He looks down the bar. Plenty of empty stools. Why does this guy want this specific seat? 

The man smiles, brilliantly, and slides into the tall chair, having to stand on his toes to slip his bottom onto the leather. "I'm Ryldinn. Are you new here?"

"Oh. Uhh... my name is Cal, and yeah I am. I've never been in a place like this before." He pushes his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose and attempts a smile again. 

Ryldinn chuckles softly, and Cal hears the hint of an exotic accent. "You mean a gay bar? Well, you didn’t exactly pick a quiet one. These guys can get pretty chaotic on a Saturday night. Can I buy you a drink?"

He's just being nice, Cal thinks. There’s no way in the nine hells that this man wants anything to do with Cal. The tiefling also thinks, perhaps uncharitably, that maybe Ryldinn is trying to make his boyfriend jealous or something. Certainly, when he glances around, the handsome high elf is looking at them strangely. Maybe they're together. "Sure, if you want to, but I wasn’t planning to stay long."

Ryldinn waves the bartender over. "A round for Cal and I, Giles." Cal watches as the elegant dark-skinned human goes to fill the glasses, wondering what someone like this would drink. Tonic water, apparently. No alcohol goes into the cut crystal tumbler that he can see, just a garnish of lime. The soft voice brings his attention back to the pretty little man, and he realizes that he's trying not to stare. Ryldinn, it seems, has no such reservations and looks Cal over with unabashed interest. "Don’t let these idiots intimidate you, Cal. They’re a little catty and tribal at first, but most are good people."

"Yeah, I'm sure, just... I don’t really feel like I fit in here. You’re the first person who's talked to me."

The dark elf grins. "They’re circling like vultures, actually; you're quite attractive to this crowd." He sips his glowing mocktail, not seeming bothered by the bitterness. "I think they're just waiting for you to get tipsy before they pounce. But don’t worry; you're safe with me."

Don’t ask don't ask don’t ask. Cal can't help it. "Do you think I'm attractive?" Instantly wishing he could take back the question, he drinks some beer, flushing a little and averting his eyes, but the white teeth flash again and Ryldinn leans a little closer, lowering his voice. 

"Yes. I do. You're adorable. Would you like to dance with me?"

Unreal. Cal can hardly believe his ears, and can't help the surprise that raises his brows, scrunching the skin against his horns. "Uh... really? I mean, I can't... I'm not that good at dancing."

"Oh, that's alright. We'll wait for a slow one, and I'll show you. I'm not staying long either, I'm just dropping off some friends."

"Oh... so that's not your boyfriend?" He nods toward the pale elf, who currently has his back to them. 

The laugh that garners is cute, a musical little giggle. "Who, Astarion? Gods no. He’s... well. He might be the exception; he can be a bitch, but we've known each other for a long time. Don’t worry about him, I'm single. Come on." He slips down from the stool and holds out his hand as a slower, more sensual tune starts up and the lights take on a less frenetic pattern. 

Cal swallows, but then stands and takes the soft, slim hand. Ryldinn is a smaller man, almost a head shorter than the beefy tiefling and possibly half his weight, but as Cal lets himself be drawn onto the dance floor, he notices how the drow’s lovely ass flexes in the snug jeans, glimpses of almost shiny dark skin peeking through the rips. Petite he may be, but the figure under the simple clothing is breathtaking, and he’s obviously in very good shape. Cal himself is quite fit and strong, but softer, with a bit of a belly that he's currently trying to suck in, feeling bulky in this sea of nubile flesh. When they reach an empty spot on the floor, thankfully, near a corner, Ryldinn turns and comes close, gently taking Cal's hands and placing them on his waist. "That’s it. Now, just feel how I move and follow me." He doesn't do anything complicated, just lightly gripping Cal's shoulders and swaying in time with the beat.

The tiefling manages to mirror the motion despite his growing astonishment at the situation. He was about to leave; about to flee this colorful mess of a place like a coward, and now he's dancing with the cutest guy in the club. The body under his hands is light, narrow, limber, and firm, deliciously enticing. His eyes are large and luminous crimson, his mouth small and soft looking. Almost androgynous, but still distinctly male. Say something. He clears his throat a little and then winces at the sound. "Uh... you're really... very attractive, too."

"I'm glad you think so," he says softly, moving closer, and Cal slips his hands a little further around the tight waist as Ryldinn curls his own fingers around Cal's neck. Maybe the dark elf is just being nice. Maybe he's even teasing Cal, and this, whatever it is, will end in humiliation, but he seems sincere, and he feels amazing, so Cal decides to just enjoy the sensation for a few minutes. 

They dance until the song ends and are starting back toward the bar when Ryldinn stops for a second to pull a little communicator from his pocket and frown at the screen. Then he rolls his eyes, returning to stand by his seat. "Of course. I'm sorry, Cal, I have to go. But I'd really like to see you again if that's something you would be interested in. Would you like to get coffee with me soon? Somewhere more quiet, where we can talk?"

Cal has to concentrate to close his mouth, which had fallen open at that. He coughs a little and sips his beer to cover his shock. "Are you... asking me out?"

Ryldinn grins. "I suppose I am. Here." He leans over the bar and snares a pen from a cup full of them, and a napkin from a stack, and scribbles something on it before offering it to Cal. "Call me if you'd like. No pressure." Cal takes the paper with numb fingers and nods, then flinches when Ryldinn stands on his tiptoes to give Cal a little peck on the cheek before turning toward the door. Cal watches the way his narrow hips sway under his jeans again for a moment before blushing and sitting again, intending to finish his beer and leave. 

He only has a moment to marvel at his luck before a weird little squeal jerks him from his reverie. "Oh my gods! Do you know who that is?"

He turns to see that two other men have approached; a short, slightly chubby human with dark hair and eyes, and a taller, more muscular wood elf with greenish skin and a shock of violent orange hair. They are both grinning at Cal. "Uhh... you mean his name?"

The human is practically bouncing on his toes, giggling a bit. "Silly. That's Ryldinn."

Cal smiles a little. "He told me. Is something wrong?"

The elf shoves at the human a bit, gets swatted for his efforts, huffs, and takes the seat that the drow had vacated. "What my friend means is that Ryldinn doesn't really do that."

"Do what?"

The smaller man leans dramatically against his friend and sighs with exaggerated dreaminess. "That man is harder to get into than Wyrm’s Rock."

Cal chokes a little but then laughs and wipes his chin. "I'm not trying to... he seems nice."

"Oh, he's an absolute sweetheart, but I think everyone in this room has struck out with him at least once. He's really polite about it, but you're the first person I've seen him take any interest in. He'll dance with us, but he doesn't drink or come to private parties, alas."

"Oh." He chews over that revelation for a moment, then shrugs. "Well, he did kind of ask me out..."

The two look at each other, even the more subdued wood elf showing surprise at that. He whistles low. "Really... I mean, normally, he doesn't even let people touch him like that, but... anyway. I'm Hykyath. This giggling maniac is Tomas." He swats the chubby human but is ignored but for a shooing motion before Tomas scuttles across the room again to whisper in the ear of the high elf, who is currently sneering at the dancers. Cal groans inwardly as the human points at him, and the curly white head comes up like a startled deer, briefly, before resuming his rather snobby demeanor and pushing himself away from the wall, starting toward Cal and Hykyath. Oh no, oh no. For some reason, Astarion makes Cal uneasy, but he's coming over now, so the tiefling tries to adopt an air of unconcern. The pale elf is very handsome, with sharp features and eerily icy blue eyes, a white silk shirt and loose grey pants, expensive looking shoes. More flashy than Ryldinn’s simple outfit, but still tasteful. 

"Well, I suppose you are his type." His voice sounds expensive, posh and polished, and dripping with irony. Cal immediately dislikes the pale man, though he sees a hint of something beneath the cold surface. 

Tomas seems to notice as well and grins. "Jealous, Star?" Astarion snorts, and the man giggles. "And anyway, I didn’t think Ryldinn had a type. Those thighs are locked up tighter than the counting house."

The pale elf looks down his nose at the mirth but then rolls his eyes and slips a finger down Hykyath's verdant neck. "Don’t be ridiculous, darling. I could, if I wanted to. And I've known him for much longer than you have. Everyone has their proclivities." He reaches for Ryldinn’s abandoned drink and sips it, immediately making a face. "Ugh, there’s something desperately wrong with that man's sense of taste." 

He doesn’t look at Cal during that, merely setting the cup back down and hailing the barkeep, but Cal isn’t dumb. He knows what Astarion means, and his brow creases as he turns to finish his own drink. He's not particularly familiar with the scene or how these guys operate, but he does know men, and he sees what's happening. Touching the other men, drinking from Ryldinn’s glass, the thinly veiled insults. He's asserting dominance. But Cal has that napkin firmly in his shirt pocket, so he just smiles to himself and stands. Astarion flinches and cranes his neck for a second before taking a step back. The pale man isn't much bigger than Ryldinn himself, and Cal pushes his glasses up again before sticking out his big rough hand and grinning, making sure his fangs are showing. Two can play at this game. "I'm Cal."

Astarion frowns at the offered palm for a second, hesitates, then slips his own cool, slim fingers into it and shakes briefly, and a bit limply. "Astarion."

"Good to meet you. You as well, Tomas, Hykyath. I'm gonna take off now, but maybe I'll see you again sometime. Have a good night."

WIP Tag

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This is the beginning of the personal love story I am disguising as a Rolan x reader fic! I hope you enjoy!

I still think the way we met was special. Sure, it wasn't exactly grand or even what a normal person would describe as romantic. But it was magical, and it was the first day I ever felt the fabled thing called love at first sight.

I never told you that because I know your disdain for cliches, but it's true…

We were both still teens, figuring ourselves out on that day. I was walking with my cloak hood pulled up in the dreary square of Elturel. Those cloudy, cool days are still my favorite, and I have you to thank for that.

You called after me. It was a random chance of misidentification, as you thought I was another person. I don't know who that person was, but as you chased down my cloaked form, you kept repeating the name that wasn't mine until you finally caught up.

With a gentle hand placed on my shoulder, you turned me, and that's when my eyes met yours, and my life was forever changed. Sparks, a rushing boom of fireworks, or magic filled my senses. Gods, I still remember how your eyes glittered that stardust gold and how the soft freckles of your cheeks dusted a shade darker. I wasn't the person you were looking for until that fateful encounter on the cobbled street, but suddenly, you became someone I knew I needed. I become the person you didn’t realize you were looking for but have suddenly found.

A selfish part of me wonders if the walkerby saw what we felt, the sparks in the air that crackled between us as we stared at each other. We did, if you recall. We stared our little infinity into each other's eyes, our hearts growing in tempo as our cheeks flushed. No one had to tell me it was love at first sight; I knew this indescribable feeling in my chest had to be that.

Then, in your awkwardness, you apologized softly, with your hands still pressed to my shoulders, and then you went away as quickly as you had come. But that was only the first page of our story.

After that day, I saw you more and more, perhaps fate again tugging us together or maybe mild stalking, but you were inescapable Rolan, and I couldn't be happier.

We played it the classic way, two strangers into acquaintances, into friends, till that day, we finally stood in the woods discussing my dreams of a simple life. You and your aspirations to be the best Wizard known far and wide. Turning towards me I say the nervousness of you biting and licking your lip till you finally asked me that sweet, simple question I was pinning for ... "Can I kiss you?"

It wasn't either of our first kisses, but it was the best; at least, that's your trembling breathy voice confessed as you parted from my lips for air.

I still think of the warmth of your touch; how we were always touching,  the light in your eyes as you spoke of your dreams, and how we were so helplessly in love. Hours we would lay in the fallen leaves in the woods as my head rested on your chest, listening..... to the rhythm of your heart and the pur of your voice as you idly played with my hair and spoke of our future. How you would include me in your family plans with brother and sister. How I was yours, and you were mine.. and nothing could break this bond, this love between us.

It only figures the gods would hear a challenge and want to try it.

The city was changing, and though we didn't exactly know what my folks were scared of, they packed me up to go to Baldurs Gate; oh, Rolan... how I fought and screamed to stay with you, but my cries were ignored. A decision was made, and I had to go, and you agreed. With your forehead rested on mine in our final midnight together. You told me Baldurs Gate was an opportunity for my dreams, and you refused to hold me back; with your tail wrapped around my leg and a fearful kiss pressed to my lips. You let me go...

For months, I was adrift, consumed by the loss of you. I tried to fill the void you left, but no one could compare to you, my love. You were perfect in every way, from your beauty to your heart.

The city felt empty without you, and I must admit, I started to resent you my darling. I resented that you let me go, that I couldn't forget you, and that every mention of love brought you to my mind. This bitterness was short-lived, as my fondness for you soon returned with the wind.

I hadn't been thinking of you as I strode to work, then that breeze ... how that wind smelled of you. I paused and looked around for a sign of you, but nothing ... I now know that wind was a message, a reminder to keep you in my mind and to remember all the good that was us. I was thankful for it... but I couldn't imagine what would happen next…

The descent... everyone knew about it, and it was unavoidable... I Cried, screamed, threw up, and became distraught by the news. So many were lost... and I was so scared you and your family were too. It was a heartbreak of epic proportions ... I wanted you to live ... I wanted you to have your dreams with or without me, and the thought of a world without you made me ill, made me a shell of my former self. I had accepted that our paths would never cross again, but I couldn’t accept that your life, your light would be lost... It was just unfair…

Though my insides felt empty, I still lived in a mundane rhythm. I worked, ate, read, and slept. That was my favorite; sleep. The hollowness would numb in my dreams, and you would be waiting for me with a careful smile and those glittering eyes. You would hold me as I breathed you in as your nails trailed down my skin. Sometimes, we would cuddle and kiss as you showed me your practiced magic, while other times, I would weep into you. Dream, you was always kind. There was a soft kiss on my head as you held me tight, your voice whispering how it was alright and promises of your love.

 I wanted to remember all those words, all those sweet fantasies that reside deep within my mind, so I started to write. Thus, I am writing this story of us, the story I relive in my dreams every night.

Rolan, I still miss you, and though I write to ease the pain, I still feel it. I think, No, I know you were my one love to have for the remainder of my days. I can pray now that the gods feel my sorrow for the loss I feel for you and give us a second chance in another life, my twin flame, my soulmate. my greatest love.

For now, I will write and dream the sweetest of dreams of the life we had always promised each other—one where we end the day wrapped up in each other's arms, so content that we found what many painstakingly search for—true love.

Till tonight in my restless dreams... my love, my spark... my Rolan.

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You close your journal and place your quill down in the ink pot; you take a second to stretch and crack your hands as you lean back into your chair, taking in the stillness of the early morning in Baldur's Gate.

[thedoubteriswise]

okay so. I am a smart adult with many important responsibilities. I have good taste and care about things that matter. for this reason, I’ve been trying to identify where in cql canon wangxian manage to fuck.

because they definitely do; I like a good post-canon getting together fic as much as the next guy, but it’s just not realistic.

allow them. it’s already been so long.

(just like this goddamn post turned out to be, let’s do a cut)

right. so initially it looks like you could place this right after the time skip in episode 33, because it shows us that wwx is with lwj in cloud recesses. we know that he spent the night in the jingshi because he wakes up there the next morning before he goes for a nostalgic tour of his old school.

and also visits the cold spring, where lwj is mostly naked. nice.

but wait! wwx is surprised by the scars on his back and chest. that seems like something he would have known about if they’d already been naked together the night before, so I’m going to say they did not fuck immediately upon wwx’s return to cloud recesses. okay, fine, they’re taking things slow, that’s cool.

maybe they could work it into the next night, then. oh wait, lqr is injured and... staying in the jingshi? for reasons?

I don’t know why. he must have his own house in cloud recesses, and it’s probably at least as comfortable as lwj’s, but here he is. he lives to stop his nephew from getting laid, I guess.

the next day they do some Q&A with the kids and determine that they need to head to qinghe to figure out what’s going on with this sword thing. great! we love a romantic road trip, plenty of alone time. but they also have to do their jobs, and then jin ling needs to get rescued from a wall of dirt, and jc is unfortunately there being himself, and then they have to grill nhs about his tomb full of angry sabers, etc. etc.

with all that going on, their next obvious chance is at the inn immediately after interviewing nhs. this evening has already included:

wwx gazing lovingly at lwj from afar

lwj carrying wwx on his back

lwj pawing at wwx’s robes trying to deal with his cursed leg

lwj helping wwx up the stairs, serving him wine, fixing his flute, and generally being at his beck and call

a very sexy and homoerotic duet

and now they’re alone and drooling over each other as usual. this seems like a plausible spot, right?

it does! but no. after they go back to the nie basement o’ swords and hear the backstory on nmj’s death, we see them walking in yueyang and lwj asks wwx how the curse mark on his leg is doing. wwx says it’s almost healed, which may or may not be a lie, but his inner monologue says:

he’s more concerned about the wound on his arm from the sacrificing curse, which lwj doesn’t know about, because wwx won’t tell him and they still haven’t been naked together.

also, this silly teenage shit doesn’t make much sense unless they’re still dancing around each other.

you guys love the sound of opportunities as they go flying past, don’t you?

right after this, lwj gets drunk. I’m aware that Stuff Happens in the novel scene that inspired this bit, and they do incorporate some of that into the show by having lwj commit petty larceny and admit that he “likes rabbits” as part of the softest and most loving conversation in human history oh my god

but lwj goes to sleep right on time, and the next morning, wwx is laughing and reassuring him that nothing happened.

after this, it’s time to go on a fucked up field trip with the kids in yi city, so they don’t really have any time alone for a few episodes until they’ve finished that and everyone is back at yet another inn. I wonder if they learned something about wasted chances and poor communication from this miserable songxiao story?

maybe! look, they’re being cute and domestic. there are currently no material barriers preventing them from having sex, nor will there be any specific evidence later on proving that they didn’t.

but they’re still firmly in mystery-solving mode and the juniors and lxc are floating around. the vibe isn’t quite there. if I were to pick the most solid reason why I think they’re saving room for jesus at this point, it would be the tension that happens when wwx again asks how lwj recognized him. lwj asks why his memory is so bad, and wwx replies that he wishes he had a bad memory. even though they’re comfortable and happy being together, there’s still some fundamental distance remaining. there’s no sense of romantic resolution. that was actually a point against all their previous opportunities as well; they’re all very sweet, but none of these feel like the place in a story where the romantic leads Officially Get Together.

okay, off to koi tower! shit is getting extremely real. everyone’s busy insinuating that they recognize wwx, but no one is saying it explicitly. wwx isn’t supposed to be here. the guy he’s pretending to be also isn’t supposed to be here. he and his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s brother are trying to figure out if his boyfriend’s brother’s boyfriend is a murderer. no one is comfortable and the political intrigue leaves no time for fucking in front of anyone’s salad.

I guess there’s plenty of time to make dozens of armed guards and like half the people they know wait while they have a romantic moment, though.

could they be more in love? And that sure feels like a romantic resolution that might be followed by narratively-earned sex.

ah. no, unfortunately wwx gets stabbed again. this certainly sucks, but it does have the helpful consequence of making lwj take him back to cloud recesses, where they are mostly alone and as safe as they can be in the circumstances. now there’s even more tenderness and also some plot-justified touching and skin exposure. plus, lwj just made a very public declaration of love.

too bad wwx has probably been unconscious since he started coughing up blood in the forest near lanling. he’s also still visibly in pain. fresh abdominal wounds tend to kill the mood.

but hey, the injuries on this show are only as serious as they need to be to move the plot forward and facilitate gentle h/c scenes, so by evening he’s looking perfectly healthy and walking around under his own steam like nothing’s wrong. I guess that problem can be ignored moving forward.

lxc then offers the the most devastating highlights of lwj’s backstory, like, all at once. it’s nice that he includes a flute solo to give wwx a second to process this mountain of terrible information. what the fuck.

there he is! the most devoted man in the whole world! turns out they can actually be more in love after all.

and then the following scene... look, I’m lazy and I don’t know how to make gifs, but screenshots cannot properly convey how good it is. you all know. the hesitant way wwx approaches, the slow and gentle piano version of wangxian, the two of them watching the snow together, it’s. ugh.

remember how I was talking about how the last scene with no material barriers was an unlikely candidate because of the lack of romantic resolution?

well, here’s wwx still being cagey at the beginning of this conversation.

and here they are in the middle of this conversation, having some epiphanies about the course of wwx’s life - I love this shot for a lot of reasons, but I extra love it because it shows wwx out in the snow, with lwj as the safety and warmth waiting behind him, god this show goes hard, holy shit

they both recall their vow to live with a clean conscience and internally say some very corny things about each other because they are both So Much, and then,

ah, what the hell. he can say it out loud after all. romantic resolution accomplished.

and then the camera slowly pulls away as wuji plays.

a slow zoom out? swelling music? listen, I am a connoisseur, I know a tasteful fade-to-black indicating a sex scene that won’t happen on camera when I see one. at last, we have a winner!

now you may think this post is finally over, but I actually have one more piece of evidence for you - the next scene shows the two of them the morning after, meditating behind a screen in the hanshi while lxc is waiting for jgy to show up.

before wwx got de-cored, he was a pretty powerful cultivator, right? the chances that he’s just bad at meditating or that he can’t stay focused on this task seem slim to me. so why does he keep falling asleep?

well. he had kind of a late night.

[hwajin]

kathy, it’s been a while! any hard thoughts to share? 😽

p.s hope your day/night is going great 💞

*gasp* it has been a long time!! sometimes i forget you've been the anon that asked for hard thoughts jfnejd BUT i do have a weirdly specific one? because we've been talking about whirlpools and private vacation apartments instead of hotels in school and my mind started wandering so- omg lemme write a drabble lezzgetit jfnef

uh oh also my day is okie so far, i hope you're okay too bb and that you enjoy this little something fjnsnf

#! — [ pools ] Hwang Hyunjin

— fembodied!reader // nsfw // not my pics

You let the hot water around your whole warm you as you let your head fall against the edge of the whirlpool, eyes closed. You sighed contently, the long awaited, needed relaxation slowly spreading through every fiber of your body.

"Baby?"

Hyunjin's calm, almost quiet voice interrupted the silence, earning a questioning hum from you in response.

"I want a hug."

His voice was jokingly whiny, still quiet though, and you slightly smirked, keeping your eyes closed.

"Okay, good for you."

As expected you heard your boyfriend gasp in played shock, both of you giggling quietly as you finally opened your eyes and took the sight of him in. He was leaning against the edge of the pool across from you, muscular, defined arms spread out on the edges, glistening eyes fixated on yours, giving him a somewhat mysterious look. His wet, strainy hair was dishevelled around his beautiful face, and as you let your eyes run over him the urge to kiss away all droplets of water from his soft skin grew bigger by the second. Hyunjin's eyes were expectant, trying to figure out if you'd really let him hanging, if he needed to take manners into his own hands if he wanted this hug of his. But you flashed him a big, heartwarming smile, pushing yourself off and into the middle of the pool, half swimming, half walking towards the waiting boy. You couldn't lie, seeing him sitting like this, slim body and black swimming shorts, shining, white snow and the nightly view, the stars and the moon behind him; he looked irresistable. It seemed like you were taking a bit too long for Hyunjin's taste, the moment his hands could even slightly reach you he did, grabbing your waist and pulling you towards his hot body, setting you on his lap. You laughed at his action, feeling his arms snake around your torso, your legs almost out of an instict straddling him. Hyunjin nothing but looked at you, inspecting your every detail on your flushed face. His eyes started wandering, down along your neck, passing every curve of your body, until he stopped at your cleavage.

"I like this bathing suit on you."

Hyunjin's eyes snapped back up the moment you let out a giggle, his cheecks suddenly blushing as if he didn't intend to let those words slip past his lips, out loud. You were happy with the effect you and your outfit had on your flustered boyfriend, picking this exact bathing suit on purpose. Your hands found Hyunjin's broad shoulders, your fingers starting to massage his rather tense muscles in a comforting manner, causing the boy to close his eyes and hum in satisfaction. You smiled, relishing in the feeling of having him this close to you, of being this alone with him, of being with him like this at all. Suddenly though, you felt Hyunjin pull you even closer, letting his chin rest on your shoulder, connecting his lips with your neck sheepishly. You giggled, sighing soon when the tickling sensation converted into a way better feeling, when Hyunjin started nibbling at that one spot he could tell in his sleep. He pulled you yet a little closer, meeting his hips with yours while letting out a low groan at the contact. You could feel his arousal against you, against your core, and you let out a shaky breath, trying to catch a look of the boy.

"I thought you wanted a hug."

You whispered, looking at him the moment he raised his eyes at you, still softly kissing at your neck. His eyes were pleading, and by the way he very subtly rolled his hips against you, you knew what he wanted.

"Please."

His voice was only a whisper as well, his arms fully and tightly wrapped around your body as if scared you'd leave him. The chuckle you let out at him turned into a quiet moan as Hyunjin bit down on your skin, causing your hips to move against his now. Both of you whined out almost pathetically, glad you had the little vacation apartment fully for your own, not a single person even near within a 50km radius. It was hard moving in the water, everything slower, automatically more sensual. But you loved it nevertheless. Hips were rolling against each other, skin was kissed and moans, whines, 'i love you's' were exchanged. Until Hyunjin quickly sat up, his big hands now securely at your hips, his long, delicate fingers gripping onto your flesh. He started moving your hips agains his own quite roughly, yet ironically, slowly, almost lovingly. Hyunjin's whines were music to your ears, elliciting moans from you as well, and you were glad, now more than ever, that you eventually decided against a crowded hotel and came here instead to spend some time together. You felt Hyunjin's lips collide with your own in a messy kiss, teeth and tongue crashing against each other, imitading the longing movements of your hips. You were panting, feeling your highs approaching quickly, feeling the water around you bush against your bodies and over the edges of the pool in tiny waves. Hyunjin's hips got sloppier, and he lowered his head yet again, biting down on your shoulder, thursting up his hips against yours roughly, one last time, with a deep, loud groan, making the both of you hit your orgasms harshly, simultaniously. Your bodies relaxed against each other, melting into one another. None of you were moving except for Hyunjin's tired, soft kisses at your neck, making you squirm slightly. You were panting, trying to catch your breath as you felt Hyunjin shift, until he looked up at you.

"I need more of you baby, let's head inside."

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