#there was some real funky light on her skin

[robo-dino-puppy]

let the girl nap

[shewrites444]

ghost [xavier plympton x reader]

[ inspired from ahs 1984, and of course written by me. super cheesy smut fic since i wrote this over a year ago and it has been sitting in my drafts, but why not post it for my ahs lovers. enjoy! ]

word count - 2.4k

[summary: the reader is a counselor at the former camp redwood, now camp meadow, and meets a very friendly, yet also flirtatious ghost during her first night.]

[warnings: dirty talk, oral, unprotected sex]

regardless of how much my mom and i argued, i continued to deny her stupid reasons to not work at camp meadow the summer. the second massacre of 1984 was not even in the current century, so i knew not to overreact about any possible harm coming my way. i loved a good thrill anyway, so maybe some stupid kids pretending to be the night stalker or mr. jingles would be the most enjoyable portion of the long week anyway.

after finally convincing my friend [y/f/n] to come with me, i was felt my decision was for the best. the drive was a few hours long and once we arrived, we were able to meet our fellow counselors and the head counselor, who seemed nice enough, and not very strict whatsoever.

"i'm going to try my hardest to make this week enjoyable for not only the kids, but the counselors as well." miss thompson smiled at us, nodding her head with respect towards the young group. "i know this place has a lot of bad memories, but with a new name, new cabins, and much more, we can make newer, better memories. if you guys have any concerns or questions, please let me know. i'm available anytime."

[y/f/n] nods, then raises her hand, which miss thompson acknowledges immediately. "what about showers? we haven't gone over that yet."

miss thompson told us we had to shower before midnight, to make sure we had hot water the next morning for the kids, in case they needed a bath or anything of the sort.

after taking turns one by one, i was last in line for my shower. i decided to wait until it was dark, so i didn't have any concerns about my friends coming to prank me with stupid, useless scares. they were all tired, cuddled up in their bunks and ready to prepare for the next morning, which would be extremely busy with the amount of kids the head counselor said we were expecting.

i grab my towel and a change of clothes, along with my razor, and made my way towards the showers. i set everything down before stripping off my baggy, light washed jeans and plain black crop top, then turn the water on, waiting until it's hot enough to step into.

i close my eyes, humming quietly to myself as i wet my hair, reaching over to grab the shampoo bottle. i squirt it into my hand, then sigh upon realizing it's all out.

"just fucking fantastic." i scoff, setting the bottle down and just deciding to shave instead. i grab the bar of soap and lather my right leg up, grabbing the razor and sliding it against my skin.

while doing so, i feel a cold gust of wind against my heated, wet skin, looking up with confusion as it suddenly stops. i shake my head, ignoring the situation and going back to my legs. after shaving, i set the razor down and glance to the shower next to me, seeing there was no shampoo in there, either. i really preferred to wash my hair tonight, knowing that it would be funky the next day, since we were expected to take the kids in canoes and swimming.

"looking for this?" i hear a low masculine voice, making me jump and squeak in surprise, turning around to see a blonde boy, dressed in a pair of white khakis and a teal sweatshirt, with a pair of white high-top converse. he had one silver cross earring, which hung on his right ear and shook as he stepped closer, holding a small shampoo bottle in his hand.

i blink numerous times, trying to fathom the fact that the boy was really there. he looked like he belonged in a different universe, or era, to say the least. i step closer and grab it from him, squeezing it in my hands to assure what was happening was actually real. i realize that if this is real, i'm bare ass naked in front of this random guy.

i snatch the towel from the sink, holding it over my body as my cheeks begin to heaten, and not just from the hot water. "who the fuck are you? and why the fuck are you in here while i'm showering?!"

he ran his fingers through his blonde highlights, laughing to himself, as if the situation was amusing. "well, i actually live here. i heard you and your buddies talking about the massacres that took place here earlier today. kinda disappointed you don't recognize me."

i wrap the towel around myself, stepping closer to him, and crossing my arms in complete confusion. "i'm sorry, but i don't think anyone just casually lives at camp meadow. this is like, a summer camp. i don't think it's legal to live here unless you own the camp, and the person who owns this place is a woman. so, i ask again, who are you, and why in the hell should i recognize you?"

"i'm xavier!" he yells in frustration, seeming offended i didn't know this infamous name. "xavier plympton. i was one of the few who were killed here in the '84 massacre. you haven't read up on the conspiracy there's ghosts here? you're looking at one from the 80's." he winks, watching as my eyes widen in shock.

"there's no way." i shake my head, looking at him from head to toe, completely flabbergasted by his unrealistic explanation. "ghosts can't just live here on earth forever, right? i thought you guys would at least go to heaven or hell, or something. not that i believe in that shit, but you'd at least go somewhere other than here."

xavier shrugged, taking a step closer to me, reaching his hand to my bare, wet shoulder. he smiled, sighing as he felt my skin. "i wish i felt like this again. being a ghost sucks sometimes. i feel so empty, so inhuman. i haven't felt someone so warm, so��human, in years."

i pull back, pushing his hand off of me. "okay, um, xavier plympton. sorry to disappoint, but you probably won't be feeling this human ever again. now if you'll excuse me, i really need to wash my hair. thank you for the shampoo, but i seriously need you to leave."

he sighed, crossing his arms and lightly tapping his foot in annoyance at my resistance. "come on, [y/n]. i'm the whole reason you can even wash your hair. one more touch please, maybe on your face or something? it makes me feel normal again!" he whines, making a pouty face towards me.

"how do you know my name, weirdo?" i ask, looking at him with annoyance and a bit of confusion. "and no, you can't touch my face. if anything, that's the farthest from feeling normal. that's just being a creep."

xavier walked closer to me, "i do my research. i have nothing else to do around here, so why not eavesdrop on the new counselors before they're here forever like the rest of us, hm?"

my eyes widen as i walk back, hitting the shower water with my back, and feeling the towel begin to get soaked. i gulp, trying to scan him for any potential weapon. "well, if you kill me, then you won't be able to like.. touch my shoulder or whatever.. i thought you wanted to feel what it was like to be human, remember?"

he laughed, reaching to tug the side of the towel, biting his lip and looking up to meet our eyes. "i wouldn't hurt you or let anyone else do so, [y/n]. you're not like everyone else around here. you seem different, like you aren't afraid of a fucking stick breaking when you walk at night like those other pussy counselors. i mean, you came out here at almost midnight and showered all alone, so it's like you were practically begging me to touch more then just your shoulder.."

i blush, crossing my arms to make his fingers break from the fabric, breathing in and out rather heavily, as i felt my stomach turn at his words. "what would ever make you think i'd want you to touch me? maybe that's your brain, just because you've only had ghost pussy for like twenty years."

"maybe, instead, it's because you excite me." xavier snaps back with a flick of his pink tongue. he grabs the towel, slowly pulling it back off of me, then tossing it to the wooden floor. he grabs the shampoo, squirting some into his palm before lathering it up, gesturing for me to turn around. he sinks his fingers into my hair, beginning to wash it with soft, relaxing strokes from his fingertips. i close my eyes, practically melting at his touch and feeling my legs quickly drench with pleasure as he begins to kiss down my wet neck and soon to my bare shoulders.

this goes on for a few minutes, when he then helps to wash the shampoo out of my hair, and turns me back towards him. i watch him strip of his clothing, except for his light blue boxers, which showed off his stiff, hard length, poking directly towards my wet pussy.

i chew my lip, looking down at his length, before locking our lust-filled eyes. he moves closer to press his lips against my cheek, then smiles seductively.

"if i'm going to fuck you, i'd like to do so in a place more, comfortable. for the both of us, of course." he explains, taking my hand and pulling me away from the water. i look to him, raising a brow, and watching as he hands me the towel.

i follow him outside, as he walks towards an empty cabin, several down from the one i was staying in. i let him sit me down on the bed, where i pull the towel off of myself and set it on the dresser. i lay on my back, spreading my legs in his direction as he pulls his boxers down. he looks at me with a grin, chuckling as he walks over to shut my legs, making my sit up with complete confusion.

"thought we were going to have sex, xavier. not play games, right?" i chirp, looking at the blonde as he sticks two fingers in his mouth, then pins me back down, sliding them to my clit, answering my own question. so no sex yet, only some foreplay so far, which was absolutely fine by me.

he came off as a man who wanted to skip the foreplay, but the second he pumped his fingers inside of me, i was thankfully my interpretation was wrong. i gasp, letting out a loud moan as he began to finger me, curling his digits inside of me with each thrust, in and out.

xavier leaned down to latch his lips to my nipple, sucking softly for a minute before pulling his head up. he looks down at me, pleased with my moans, while he reads my lustful expression.

"the minute i saw you walk into this camp, i knew you'd been needing a good dicking, [y/n]. the way you looked at those other counselors when they were introduced to you.. you've been wanting someone inside of you for awhile now, and who better then me, hm?" he talked into my ear, his hot breath against my skin as he worked his magic inside of me. "i could fuck you so hard tonight you'd never wanna leave camp, baby. you'd be begging for my cock from when you wake up to when you go to sleep. i can already feel how good your pussy is, so i may be begging you for the same later.."

i glance up at him, then down to his hand, as he rapidly finger fucks my insides. i'm dripping at his touch, my juices sinking between my ass cheeks and his fingers, visibly noticeable as he pulls out of me, moving his index and middle fingers to my throbbing clit.

as he rubs, i moan loudly, my eyes shut while he motions himself in front of me. he kneels on the bed, using his free hand to line up his length with my pussy. he pushes himself in slowly, as a way to warn me of what's to come. he was big, and it was now very obvious as he had already filled a substantial portion of my insides with not even half his cock. i nod with reassurance, allowing him to push himself into me, so deep his balls were pressing against my folds.

xavier begins to thrust, pulling his hand away from my clit and taking a hold of my own hand, lacing his fingers with mine. he smushes our lips together, the kiss entrancing the both of us as we become one through a sinful, yet so beautifully pleasurable act.

"you feel so good, [y/n]... dead or alive, this is the best pussy i've ever had in my life.. i never want to stop fucking you, baby.." xavier compliments me, giving me a wink as he raises himself back up. he keeps our hands together, thrusting himself inside as he lets out small moans, and continues to speak his sexual, dirty words to me.

he looks down at me, watching as my tits bounce with each one of his rapid, fast-paced movements. "how do you like this cock, sweetheart? so thick and long for you, hmm? you make me hurt with lust, babygirl. you make me want to cum deep inside you."

"please, xavier. please cum inside me.." i moan, nodding as i look up at him, my mouth hung open as he rocks my body in the bed. "that's all i want right now, for you to fill me up so good.. i need you so bad.. i need you to fill my pussy.. fuck.."

"and that i fucking shall." xavier pushes inside of me with one last deep thrust, filling my walls with his warm, thick seed. he pulls out, a small portion of white trailing from his head and to my pussy lips.

i sit up, panting as i pull myself off the bed, leaning down onto my weak, shaking knees. i place my lips on the tip, sucking the excess down my throat. he shivers at my touch, moving one hand to cup my cheek and insist i stand back up.

"maybe tomorrow night you can reward me with head, baby. you've got a big day soon." he pecks my lips, handing me the towel off the floor. "so why don't you go clean up, again, and i'll see you soon."

i smirk, nodding as i wrap the towel around my top. "xavier, please join me. maybe i'll wash your hair this time." i wink, watching him pull his boxers up.

he laughed, shaking his head. "i hate to reject the offer, sweetheart, but i need my beauty sleep, too. go get some sleep, because tomorrow night will be far longer than tonight's."

i turn around, my cheeks burning as i open the cabin door and shut it behind me, walking back to the showers. i couldn't believe i had just let a ghost fuck me, and that ghost being the xavier plympton. maybe i'd have to stick around camp meadow for longer than this week after all.

[ a/n - i did want to mention i will be writing much more in a few weeks - finals and college/work in general has been consuming a lot of my time lately, but i am hoping to find some inspiration for new fics soon! ]

[nights-at-crystarium]

. B A S I C S ∙ ✦

Name: Vivien Rell Nicknames: Vivi Age: 23 ARR - 26 ShB (he lives and ages further, his story just spends years of real time in ShB) Nameday: 9th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon Race: Wildwood Elezen Gender: Male Orientation: Gay Profession: Warrior of Light

. P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S ∙ ✦

Hair: Ash blonde Eyes: Cold whitish yellow, naturally glow in the dark Skin: Fair Tattoos/scars: None (My addition: Abnormally short for an elezen, slim, funky long limbs)

. F A M I L Y ∙ ✦

Parents: Elezen mother and father, alive and well, but wip Siblings: Older sister Grandparents: tbd/wip In-laws and Other: None Pets: Red chocobo Paprika

. S K I L L S ∙ ✦

Abilities: Standard dragoon stuff, monoclass. In ShB he starts testing custom spells that look like stars and inky darkness, based on his own aether Hobbies: Reading tales, novels and other fiction, keeping a journal, fishing, tailoring/designing outfits. Vivi has a personal tailor/designer that's stationed in Gridania, therefore isn't always available, so he had to learn the basics for himself

. T R A I T S ∙ ✦

Most Positive Trait: Sincere, emotionally intelligent Most Negative Trait: Fickle, unreliable

. L I K E S ∙ ✦

Colors: Black, white, grey, muted browns Smells: Grass, forest, lumber, sun-heated straw (scent from his childhood when he'd wallow on the roof of his home), sea breeze, bread and pastry, cosmetics, freshly printed papers Textures: Smooth rocks and glass pebbles polished by water, grains and beans in a bag, soft young leaves, fabric of his own clothes, metal accessories like buttons, spikes, necklaces, chains Drinks: Fruit-flavored teas, coffee with milk or cream, iced drinks, smoothies and juices

. O T H E R    D E T A I L S ∙ ✦

Smokes: Tried once, didn't like it Drinks: Has a rather high alcohol tolerance, enjoys it in company, or to cope alone after a shitty day. Not addicted. Drugs: Definitely tried some stuff out of curiosity, not addicted Mount Issuance: Paprika is still wip, due to her being a red chocobo she's unlikely to have come from a grand company, probably a special gift Been Arrested: Probably been. I genuinely haven't thought about it yet, so wip

Tagged by @tinygamertris , thank you :> Tagging @just-a-nerdd @backseatfishing @absolem0 though only if you want. Anyone else who sees and wants to do this, go for it!

[science-lings]

Totk Theory: The Sages, the Dragons, and the Zonai

Ever since botw I've been interested in where the champion's powers came from. With totk, that question was answered, or was it? Sure, each sage has an ancestor who had the same abilities, but both Dinraal and Farosh have corresponding powers to existing sages despite being draconified Zonai. (see the stiff white hair with glowing sections, long ears, and thick stubby eyelashes)

Rauru's stubby little horns are also pretty dragon-coded

But, how could that be? the Sages of Fire and Lightning aren't Zonai, and there are no more instances of repeating abilities. Except with Zelda inheriting her power over Light from Rauru, her Zonai ancestor. Despite looking nothing like a Zonai herself.

Rauru and Mineru were the last of the Zonai, or at least, the last 'pure' Zonai. Rauru and Sonia had to have a child to continue the royal like to the point where Zelda contained both of their kinds of magic. Who says that the Zonai of 'long long ago' didn't get friendly with the other races, most notably, the Gorons and the Gerudo.

This could also explain why there are a few notable Gerudo in the past with gray skin, a very uncommon trait to have. Perhaps that's why Ganondorf is even able to obtain and utilize the secret stone in the way that he has, because he's got Zonai blood, more than most of the sages, or at least the ones with useful magic. (let's be real, being able to turn yourself into a ghost wouldn't be the best power to have in a fight.)

Perhaps that's why Farosh flies the length of the Gerudo Highlands, getting as close as she dares to the desert that she may have once called home, and why Dinraal coasts by Death Mountain's foot. perhaps there was once a bloodline that carried the power of ice in Lanayru, maybe it stayed dormant in some sheikah inventor that incorporated their power into the sheikah slate. (good idea for an oc huh)

I just think it's odd that we're meant to believe that the Zonai just... died out. We're led to believe that they were godlike and mighty and full of magic, but also able to disappear without much explanation. But maybe they didn't die out, they just became a part of Hyrule, a part of her people. Maybe there weren't many of them to begin with, and they connected with the people around them. Leaving only Rauru and Mineru as the last of them left who could be considered fully Zonai.

This could also explain why the Heroes aspect looks so funky, bc they're part Zonai, part... something else, or many something else's, something with a lion tail that has the little poof on the end. The Ancient Hero is supposed to have existed long after the zonai (Rauru and Mineru) died off, in the time of the first calamity, but they're still very obviously closely related to the Zonai.

TLDR: Hyrule is absolutely full of people who would procreate with alien dragon people and it has some funky effects on their descendants.

also disclaimer: I don't mean to make the whole Zonai bloodline kind of thing sound so eugenics-y, I know the wording isn't perfect on this post but I'm also not sure how else to word it, so just know that I don't mean to offend anyone or sound weird when it comes to fantasy race intermixing. This is genuinely just a theory for fun and I don't want to sound rude to anyone.

[voidsdamned]

Wicked Natures - The Ghoul/OC (Female Character) Chapter Twelve

Summary: Bounty hunters are frequent customers at Mulholland's Saloon, and Rue's taken quite a shine to one gunslinger in particular: a cantankerous, old Ghoul in a tattered duster. Witness her unabashedly lust after him in all his irradiated glory (as we are all currently doing), as well as navigate the precarious relationship she unfortunately has with local law enforcement.

Minors, do not interact.

Content Warnings: the usual swearing, use of alcohol and chems, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, but it is generally mild.

It took forever for this chapter to come out in a way I was satisfied with, and I hope whoever reads enjoys it.

Chapter Twelve: Make Sense

Rue knows she’s never seen anything beyond the desert and distant mesas, but she doesn’t think anything in the world could be more beautiful than they are to her. She loves how the grey-orange stretches on and on, how light shimmers on the horizon like magic’s being cast. She loves the way rocks, hills, and cliffs bloom and fall away in waves. The vegetation, though sparse, is so cute to her. Barrel cacti are plump and squat, and prickly pear are flat and funky. She likes the tumbleweeds that go rolling by even though they’re painfully sharp and hurt like a motherfucker when they blow into her legs.

It might get hotter than the devil’s downstairs, but it’s what she knows.

Even more beautiful than the desert during the day is the desert at night. The temperature drops; the air hits her lungs crisply. The stars are so endless and clear, painting the landscape in such a dreamy cast. The moonglow outlines rock formations in silver, and Rue’s not sure if it’s a real sensation or if she imagines it, but she swears she can feel the lunar lights washing over her skin. All silvery and liquid and cool.

The harsh world just seems so much softer in the dark.

“That’s the Milky Way,” she says, voice carrying over the sound of her gentle strumming. “It’s cold, I guess. Don’t make much sense to me, but that’s what I’ve been told.” 

Rue glances to the far side of the porch where the creature that typically lurks under her house sits loaf-like and cutesy. It’s no longer a creature, though. No longer this ambiguous, dark, toothsome shape. It’s some kind of massive, yellow-eyed, pointy-eared, bob-tailed cat that drew her out of the house in a hastily tugged on pair of boxers and undershirt when it went to fighting, yowling, spitting, and banging all around with what sounded like a coyote.

At first, Rue only caught a glimpse of it as it went scrambling quickly under her porch, but she saw enough to know it was cute and bloodied; and if it fought off a coyote –even if it wasn’t for her sake– then it deserved a meal. She smashed up several eggs in a bowl (the stray dogs like it when she does that for them), sprinkled the top with brahmin jerky, and left the offering at the edge of the porch. Rue then went to grab her guitar and settled herself down in her rocking chair to idly play and watch.

It didn’t take long for the big kitty to investigate, to eat, and once it finished, it laid itself down beside the bowl to lick away the blood on its paws. It's sat there since, peacefully with its eye closed and tucked in on itself as Rue talks about nothing in particular to it.

The cat –Eggshells, she decides– obviously doesn’t say anything back to her. Doesn’t really do anything other than blink slow and yawn. Which is unfairly cute. A temptation. Rue badly wants to pet it, but from what she knows of cats, it must come to her. If she went crawling to it, it would either skedaddle or claw her eyes out.

They can be friends at a distance for now.

“Who the hell are you talkin’ to?”

Rue’s head snaps in the other direction, eyes wide around and heart exciting at the familiar voice. The dark form of the Ghoul looms under the closest oak, the limbs further shading him. He’s still, head cocked curiously to the side.

You’re not gonna giggle and kick your feet. You’re not gonna giggle and kick your feet.

Rue giggles and kicks her feet. “Hey you.”

She feels the eyeroll more than she sees it. “Don’t act so excited.”

“Not actin’,” Rue insists, fingers plucking out the first few notes of Stardust. “If I had a tail, it’d go to thumpin’ anytime you came ‘round. …Hey, what kinda cat is this?” With a tilt of her head, she motions to the kitty sitting at the opposite side of the porch from them.

The Ghoul approaches slow, each step accompanied by the tiny jingle of spurs and solid thuds against the porch when he climbs up. He pauses just before Rue, eyes fixing and silence stretching until a tired, “Rue, that’s a fuckin’ bobcat,” breaks the quiet.

“Ooh. On account of its tail?”

Another stint of silence broken by a sighed, “Yeah.”

“They friendly?”

“No, not usually.”

Rue hums. “Maybe this one is?”

The Ghoul shakes his head, shooting her a look that tells her exactly how stupid he thinks she is. “Try and pet it, and it’ll probably rip your throat out.”

She smiles up at him and winks. “So will most things…. I’m lookin’ at one of ‘em, but he ain’t done nothin’ but love me good so far.”

The look of judgement slips away with an eyeroll, replaced by a tired aggravation. “Cut your cute shit. I feel every bit of the old man I am tonight and ain’t in the mood.”

Rue decides to leave it alone for now, mostly because she can see the tired on his face and pressing on his shoulders. “It get that,” Rue mumbles. And she does. She’s had one of the longest weeks of her life (all of freak-outs, retribution, pointless training, and general jack-assery), and if not for the kitty, she’d be conked out. “Know I ain’t got but two decades and some change under my belt, but my back’s fuckin’ killin’ me. Sheriff Buttfuck came in with a barrel cactus up his ass and had one of his spazzin’ freak-out sessions. Made us all come in at eight this mornin’ to deep clean. I got stuck on my hands and knees all day scrubbin’ floors.”

“Boo hoo.” The jab is dry as a bone, pitiless. “You like bein’ on your knees.”

Rue’s lips quirk tiredly. He just said he wasn’t in the mood for that kind of shit, but now he’s the one making pervy comments? It's a double-standard she doesn't do much more than chuckle at before cooing, “Only for you.”

The bounty hunter scrubs away the grin that tries to take his lovely mouth. “Told ya already to quit the cute shit.”

A helpless shrug as she plays the last few notes of Stardust. “It’s just in my nature, sugar.”

Whiskey eyes roll, and the bidding curl of two fingers tells Rue to hop up. She does so curiously and is promptly brushed aside so that he can claim her chair. He sinks back, almost dripping over the edges, and with a yawn, he asks her, “What kinda liquor you got inside?”

Rue laughs, half-disbelief/half-amusement. She props Baby Destiny carefully against the house. “Well, why don’t I just pop in and see, your majesty.”

The Ghouls sighs, tired yet pleased. “Majesty, huh? Don’t sound half bad….” He waves her away. “Hop to it.”

Rolling her eyes, Rue leaves him to the porch and raids her kitchenette, coming up with a short, mostly full bottle of whiskey. She takes it, and then rifles through her discarded skirt’s pocket for a Vial. She then rejoins him on the front porch, places the bottle in the hand that waits outstretched for her, and drops a Vial in his lap.

He’s immediately more interested in the Vial, as the whiskey is set aside and a delighted, “Well, don’t mind if I do,” hums out of him.

Rue watches close. She’s never seen anyone take this chem before. She’s never known if it was something one drank, dripped in their eyes, or shot into their veins. So, she’s very intrigued when he produces a pump inhaler to snap the uncapped Vial into. He gives it a little shake, presses it to his mouth, and squeezes.

An airy hiss. A long, long, deep drag. A pleasured groan that does too much to Rue’s mind. Vapour pools from his nose slow like a dragon from a storybook she barely remembers.

“What’s that feel like?” she queries.

His chuckle is drowsy and deep. “Like a full-body rub down, inside and out.”

“Ooh.” Rue bends at the waist, putting herself in his hooded line of sight. “Can I try?”

“Ya don’t want none of this,” he dismisses with a lazy bat of his hand. “It ain’t for your kind.”

“My kind?”

“Smoothies,” he clarifies, deep-set eyes cutting knowingly her way, “or prim and proper lil’ Vaulties.”

Rue perks at the name, never having once been called that in her life (and not remembering when she let that little tidbit about herself slip). Her grin goes wide. “Oh, honey, we both know I ain’t prim and proper.”

Lopsided and dangerous is the tilt to the Ghoul’s lips as he murmurs, “And I ain’t even sure you’re really a Vaultie.” The inhaler falls to his lap, and his hand wraps around the whiskey bottle. He flicks the cap somewhere off the porch before taking him a good glug that ends with him dragging his leathered hand across his mouth. “I think you’re just tellin’ me stories all the goddamn time. Should be mad at ya for it, but I know you ain’t playin’ with a full deck of cards.”

Rue snorts. That’s still not the meanest way she’s been called dumb. “Sure I am. It’s just one of those caravan decks.”

He laughs against the rim of the bottle, the warm sound of it twisting at Rue. She pats and squeezes at her face, hurriedly turning from him. She sits herself down with her back pressing against the house before she’s won over by the desire to straddle him.

The gunslinger pokes at her further, “Betcha can’t even follow the game.”

She doesn’t bother to tell him that his assumption is correct. She can’t keep the rules straight, and Hal’s tried teaching her a dozen times so they could play to help pass the time of slower nights. His lessons never stick, and normally, when she sees him going for his cards, she finds herself something to clean.

She redirects the conversation. “Why do ya think I’m tellin’ stories?”

He answers plainly, “You don’t make sense.”

“How’s that?”

The Ghoul sighs, sips, and sighs again. “You say your Pa was a ranger before becomin’ a rancher. That’s believable –I did kinda believe it. But then ya tell me you came up in a Vault, and those two things don’t make sense together. A Vaultie doesn’t go from cushy, fuckin’ around to bein’ a ranger, and then a rancher in what I’ve figured is only a few months.”

When he puts it like that, it does sound like Rue’s telling stories. She didn’t realize she’d put that information out there in such a muddled way. “Well, that’s easy to explain.” And it really is. The truth isn’t secret or sacred. “Pa wasn’t my real pa.”

The bottle stills halfway to the Ghoul’s lips but just for a heartbeat before he takes a deep pull. “Alright, I’ll bite. Make it all make sense for me, darlin’. But you insult my intelligence a bit too much, and I’ll string you up from that tree and let the bobcat eat ya from the toes up.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” escapes Rue’s grinning mouth before she can even hope to stop it.

His head lolls her way, and his eyes lazily rake over her before he takes another slow sip of whiskey. “You’re a mess.”

She holds her hands out, shoulders shrugging. “I can’t always help it.”

The Ghoul’s mouth upticks behind the bottle’s rim, and she knows he doesn’t actually mind it. “Get to explainin’.”

Rue buckles down as much as she can. “Okay… so… I was born in a Vault. Couldn’t tell ya which or where or why it is I left. I don’t remember too much ‘fore comin’ to Dust on account of trauma and a few hits upside the head.”

The gunslinger snorts. “Now that I can believe.”

Rue, unbothered, starts listing them off for him. “Got pistol whipped by a slaver. Alice Dunn hit me upside the head with a board ‘cause I was tryin’ to kill her for whipin’ snot on my guitar. And night the ranch burned, a beam fell and caught me here.” Rue’s fingers glance at the right side of her head, against a faded scar mostly buried by her thick hair. “Or so I’ve been told. I don’t rightly recall.”

“Got a hard fuckin’ head.”

Rue grins, winks, and fingerguns at him. “And some kinda luck.”

His snicker is drowned out by whiskey, and Rue keeps going despite getting into icky territory she’s discussed with maybe three other people.

“Again, I don’t remember too much about leavin’ the Vault or the few months after. Everything’s this desperate, hungry haze until this one, sharply clear memory I got where my birth lady is bein’ handed a fat sack of caps by a dirty man and these other dirty men keep tryin’ to grab me up. But I bit the tar outta one of ‘em, and he let me have it with that pistol. Then it’s all nasty and fuzzy again.”

“Well, shit,” the Ghoul interrupts. “Guess Vaulties can get down and dirty with the rest of us.”

Rue’s head cocks. “Huh?”

“I ain’t had the displeasure of meetin’ too many Vaulties,” he explains around a few, quick sips. “Few I met were these self-righteous folk who’d go on and on about morality. Turn their noses up at violence, at the world up here. They could make it better. It was their responsibility –destiny or some shit. And then they’d turn up dead or I’d find out they went runnin’ back to their Vaults with their tails between their legs.”

Rue can’t remember enough about her biological folks to say for certain they were like that at first, but she can absolutely believe Vaulties in general are like that. She knows her time in the Vault was pleasant. She can feel that. She was safe and happy until whatever happened, happened. And she remembers a... Golden Rule. It was hammered into her head –everyone’s head. It was a creed to live by. Something she still tries to remember even when everything feels so goddamn shitty.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

Her sperm donor and incubator should have known that, too. Had it a deep-seated as she, but….

“I guess mine made it long enough for the world to change ‘em,” Rue muses, picking at the frayed edges of her boxers before pulling Baby Destiny into her lap. “I used to wonder what happened to ‘em. Wondered if maybe they regretted what they did to me. But now whenever they come to mind, I just start wishin’ on stars that they’re dead somewhere. That they turned ‘round, and someone else just shot ‘em dead for that same bag of caps.”

“Highly fuckin’ likely,” grumbles out of the Ghoul as he goes fiddling around in the saddlebag over his shoulder. He comes up with a small baggie of powder that he upends into his mouth. He swallows, his whole body shivers, and he somehow sinks deeper into the rocking chair. “Slavers probably gunned ‘em down soon as they turned. No one takes Vaulties seriously. No one likes ‘em.”

“What was that?” Rue asks.

“Huh?”

“In the bag.”

“Mostly Daytripper.”

Rue likes the sound of that. She scoots a little closer, propping her chin on the rocking chair’s arm. “Can I try it?”

His head lolls her way, and he gives her another appraising up-down. “Why?”

“I been thinkin’ ‘bout gettin’ into substance abuse,” she says simply, fingers sliding against the strings of her guitar. “And you look like you’re feelin’ nice and loose, and I kinda want some of that.”

“You ever done chems before?”

Rue shakes her head. Her Pa heavily discouraged their use, but she’s an adult. She’s going through shit. She wants to try it. “Well, Doc Nguyen’s given me Calmex ‘fore. That count?”

The way his mouth pulls says, “No,” but he asks her, “And what’s Calmex like for ya?”

“Warm and rosy. I go to sleep like that.” She snaps her fingers. “But… I end up pukin’.”

He shakes his head firmly. “I ain’t babysittin’ ya, and I ain’t cleanin’ ya up when you go to pukin’.” He shoves the bottle of whiskey into her hands. “You finish that off.”

“I’m more of a rum gal,” Rue says, making a ‘tsk’ sound.

“Beggars can’t be choosers.”

She rolls her eyes but takes her a swing that burns like she swallowed red-glowing coals. Voice tight, she tells him, “You ain’t no fun, old man.”

He laughs as he pulls out what Rue recognizes as a Jet inhaler. “And you ain’t finished with your story.”

Rue takes another glug that makes her entire body wince. “Don’t even remember what I was talkin’ ‘bout anymore.”

The inhaler goes to his mouth. Rue watches as he huffs it down. “Slavers,” he tells her, vapour leaving his lips and nose cavity.

“Slavers…. Yeah, yeah.” A final glug before her fingers pick meaninglessly at strings. “They were bringin’ me through Dust, and we passed by my Pa’s land. Guess he couldn’t stand for it, so he did what he was good at. That’s all… bloody red in my head. Heads burstin’ into clouds of ick, and then a stranger pullin’ me out a cage….”

Rue remembers clinging to Yuri for dear life, seeing the gun that made all that gore strapped to his back and feeling the barrel of it still warm from firing. She wouldn’t let go. He probably had to hold her for two days straight, and even after that, she held onto his shirt or pants everywhere he went. He could scarcely go to the bathroom alone she was so clingy.

Her chest tightens, her eyes sting, with the thought of her Pa. The sudden, immense sensation of missing him. She sits upright, eyes fastening ahead of her, on that silver lining distant mountains and mesas.

Rue honestly doesn’t like to think too much of her Pa. There’s just guilt, loneliness, and missing someone so much it’s like she lost a limb. But she swallows down all that sadness with a long gulp of whiskey that barely touches her with the way she’s already burning.

A sigh comes from the Ghoul, but she can’t look his way yet. She has to stare and stare until her eyes dry. But he doesn’t give her that option. A rough hand grabs her chin with more gentleness than he usually reserves for her and makes her look up at him.

She wouldn’t say he’s gone soft, but he’s not so many hard edges and aggravation as he sticks a finger into her mouth. “Don’t go cryin’ over it now.”

Rue’s surprised, quickly flushing with delight, but she’s mostly curious when her mouth fills with the most bitter of tastes. Acid and powdery like she didn’t swallow a pill quick enough before it started dissolving in her mouth.

“I ain’t,” she says when his finger slides out. “It just kinda stings sometimes what I’m not expectin’ it to….” She smacks her lips. “What’d ya put on that finger?”

“Rest of that Daytripper.” His grip on her jaw relaxes, slips away. “Probably not enough of it to do much to ya, but….” He shrugs. “We’ll see, I guess.”

Rue hides her satisfied smile behind the whiskey’s rim. “I’ll behave.”

He settles back into the chair, a hand reaching out to grab the whiskey from her. “Uh-huh.” He takes down the rest of the bottle before letting the empty thing fall to the porch. “So, he saves ya, takes ya in, and that’s that?”

Rue nods. “That’s that. …You done bein’ skeptic and shit?”

His drawl is lazy. “For now.”

She sighs, a sound half of laughter. She scoots a bit further up, putting herself better into his line of sight so she can look up into his face and he can’t avoid the shiny, roundness of her grey eyes. “Why ya want me to be a liar so bad?”

The Ghoul shrugs. His scarred mouth pulls at the corner, an expression that looks more like discomfort than amusement. “It’s not that I want ya to be one. I just don’t get you, and it’d make more sense for you to be a liar than for ya to be…,” he gestures vaguely to her entirety with one hand, “whatever the hell this is.”

The stretch of Rue’s lips goes wide as she winks. “I’m choosin’ to take that as a compliment.”

“I could call ya straight up insane, and you’d blush and wring your fingers all bashful-like.”

Rue starts to laugh out a rebuttal to the spot-on observation, but the Ghoul cuts her off with a, “Don’t bother tellin’ me I’m right, sweetheart. I already know it.”

She rolls her eyes, turning her face from his before she rests it against his thigh. “Why don’tcha tell me where ya got off to that wore your ass out so bad.”

The Ghoul makes a, “Tch,” sound of disapproval. She’s not sure if it’s at the query or her using him as her pillow, but he doesn’t push her away. Doesn’t make any kind of snarky comment. She feels movement, eyes ticking up to find him pointing towards the far-off rock formations. “There’s a lil’ town on the other side of the mesa. Ancho. Weapons’ manufacturer your keeper’s feudin’ with burned it.”

Rue’s eyes trace along the flattened shape, the silvery outline. She’s not sure if it’s a real thing or if it’s in her head, but that silver strand quivers, warps and waves before it settles. She rubs at her eyes, recalling smoke coming from that way a few days ago. She didn’t pay it much mind. Shit burns all the time out here.

“The uh… the Nightstalkers?”

He must nod. “I was there when they did it. Minutes from snappin’ up a bounty I was after. But they scared him off, and it was pure pain huntin’ him down again. He ran all over creation.”

“But ya got him?”

A hand comes down on top of Rue’s head, making her eyes go wide around and her heart thunder. Her eyes flutter from pleasure when his fingers run through her hair. “Darlin’,” his chuckle is dangerous, “I always get ‘em.”

Rue’s breath catches. Her mind whirls. It’s such a small thing, it really is, but it feels so intimate. It’s new. It’s unexpected of him. It makes her want more and more, but she chants at herself to calm down. To just enjoy it and not comment so she doesn't risk him pulling away.

With a mouth like sandpaper, she asks him, “Why’d they go after Ancho instead of Dust?”

“Sheriff had that town in his pocket, too,” the Ghoul explains, another pet making her shiver. “They did it as a warnin’.”

Rue blinks at that. “Two towns?”

“Five,” the Ghoul corrects. “Well, four now. …He’s got himself a nice slice of pie carved out down here.”

Despite how lovely his simple, petting touch makes Rue feel, the information sinks like a stone in her belly. Drags her mood down. Deck’s reach is broader than she thought, and it bothers her severely. She already knew running wasn’t smart due to all the bounty hunters he’d send after her and she’d never be able to pay off, but this… this makes it feel so much harder. Her so much smaller, and him so much bigger.

Another pet, a gentle drag of the bounty hunter’s fingers through her hair, sets Rue’s eyes spinning. Her thoughts scattering. More so than usual. She’s feeling so warm and outside of her body, and suddenly, none of that Deck business really matters. Nothing does except the Ghoul’s touch and the way the silver draping over the mesa slithers like a snake.

Quiet laughter bubbles out of Rue, and she nuzzles the Ghoul’s thigh, placing a kiss to it before she drags herself away. She can’t keep sitting in all that desire or she’ll end up in a state he already told her he didn’t feel like dealing with tonight.

“I think the Daytripper hit.” She carefully gets to her feet, feeling like she’s made of soda fizz. And fuck, she’s suddenly starving. “You wanna come in? I got some fancy cake in a fancy, lil’ fridge Mrs. Ira Jean gave me, and I don’t mind sharin’ with ya.”

His whiskey eyes find her, amused and a little interested. “What kinda cake?”

“Oh. Um…. Some kinda milk cake… tres… tres leches. Mrs. Rosa made it.” Rue bends carefully to grab her guitar and doesn’t realize she’s tilting more and more until the Ghoul’s hand wraps around her wrist to pull her back upright.

“You got zero tolerance if that lil’ taste of ‘tripper got you like this.”

His touch is like static shocks, and Rue has to bite her lips as not to make the most desperate of needful, little whimpers. “I-I’m fine,” she assures as she straightens, holding Baby Destiny tight to her chest. “Just a lil’ bubbly.” She tries to pop all those bubbles and breathe deep as she smiles down at him. “You gonna get up, or do I need to wheel ya in, old man?”

The Ghoul is almost instantly on his feet, tongue clicking and the look he shoots her dangerous in so many, thrilling ways. “And here I was thinkin’ bout lettin’ you ride my thigh while I enjoyed a slice of cake.” Another disapproving click of the tongue and a shake of his head that seems to say it’s such a shame. “Oh well.”

Rue doesn’t know if she’s physically shaking or if it’s her brain doing all that in her head. She laughs. “I ain’t that desperate that I’d start humpin’ ya like a dog beggin’ for scraps.”

The way his eyes pick over Rue feels like they lay every thread of her bare, see everything she is, thinks, and feels. And he grins: one of wicked knowing and amused disbelief that she would try to deny something he's certain of. “Oh, honey….” He takes her by the chin, his knuckle dragging across her lips. “We both know ya are.”

Rue’s legs almost go out from under her.

[avionvadion]

Ilia, Link, and Zelda would just be Hyrule’s funky little royal cryptid heroes after the events of TotK.

(And mostly because I’m taking creative liberties because Nintendo are cowards.)

Like, Ilia has the facial markings she inherited from Twilight. He used the curse so much that it engraved itself into his bones and very being, and was thus passed down to his descendants- buried, but unlocked once Ilia went through his trials. She can turn into a wolf at will. As a descendant of the goddess (Time being the lost little brother of his Zelda) she can revert easily.

Link is an absolute gremlin. He and Ilia went around Hyrule, teleporting constantly, appearing looking like total disasters, bloody and beaten and tired and covered in twigs and mud and monster gross. They solved problems, helped people out, then vanished just as fast. If it was raining, Ilia would play a song and it would magically stop. Ilia is the Hero of Song.

They are tiny. They are fierce. They are strong and capable and terrifying, and disappear as fast as they arrive. They destroy monster camps and Hinoxes and Lynels like it’s nothing. They act like brother and sister. They helped build Tarrey Town and recruited residents for it. Link was the Hero of Calamity, in love but not yet in a relationship with the Zora princess, who then died, and Link was nearly killed and then woke up a hundred years later and became the Hero of the Wild. He was amnesiac.

His memory comes back, Link and Ilia defeat Calamity Ganon, and Zelda is back in action. She has been holding Ganon off for one hundred years all on her own. She doesn’t look a day older than seventeen. Six years pass. During that time, Link recovers from his grief and starts a relationship with Zelda. During that time, she builds a school and works on rebuilding Hyrule. Ilia marries Sidon, and they have a newborn named Miphara.

Zelda and Link go to investigate the castle. Both go missing again. Link comes back, somehow even more of a gremlin, and builds the craziest and most ridiculous of inventions that most often don’t even work the way they’re supposed to, but get the job done. His right arm has been replaced with something else, something with claws and markings and rings, and glows with an eerie blue color. His sky colored eyes which would flash blood red with anger, with desperation, as a result of the Gloom that poisoned his body.

He joins forces with Ilia once more, solving problems across the land and saving the regions from their plights. They save and rebuild Lurelin Village. They help Hateno Village restore balance to its community.

Zelda is seen throughout the land, giving strange orders and acting unlike herself. Causing harm. Unease. Disturbances. It’s revealed that’s not Zelda at all, because the real Zelda has become a dragon.

They battle Ganondorf.

Link loses his new arm to return Zelda to normal. Zelda now has horns and some scale-like freckles along her skin. Not totally human, but no longer a dragon either. Her eyes are no longer purely green; they shine purple and blue and emerald hues, a reminder of her time as a beast made purely of magic and light. Link’s markings remain. He obtains a new arm, an arm made of Sheikah tech, to replace the one he lost. Less claws, more class, still ancient in nature.

Confusing to those who see them, not understanding the meaning behind it all. Knowing to those who witnessed- understanding it is proof of the wars fought and struggles won.

Amusing and awe inspiring, even disbelieving, to the listeners who hear the stories of the princess and her knight, who gave all they had to save the land and each other, sacrificing the more human parts of themsleves in the process, and the wolf-like Hylian queen of the Zora, who was a sister to them, who played her melodies and sang her songs to ease the spirits across the land, giving strength to all those who could hear, constantly reminding the hero and the princess they were not alone.

[voidwritesstuff]

Shadows in the radio static. (Shadow! Alphonso AU)

->created by: @graceandtheidiotsquad .

Summary: the rainbow chemical has unexpected side effects,like keeping the dead amongst the living.

->cw: a scene of harrasment, mentions of PTSD.

Theres a lot of noise in the air, gunshots, air planes,screams,garbled noises from the radio. The Sky is black with no stars,the mud is Sticky on his boots as he runs up a tree, he sees his lieutenant, Lucas Cole, and thanks god hes not alone.

But even then,alphonso feels out of it too, the world shifts between this hellish swamp and his backyard in the appalachias. But he managed to climb up that tree, Lucas is not there mentally, his eyes are wide and his gaze is lost and wild.

He watches his lieutenant raise his gun. A sharp pain shatters into his nervous system, and only as his eyelids feel heavy does he sees Lucas lean over him and tell,tears in his eyes. He hears "im so sorry,im so sorry! Oh crap Alphonso! Stay with me!--stay"

Darkness.

It feels like an eternity in the dark void,he tries to follow the voices and cries for help of his fellow soldiers but they vanish when he tries to touch them.

But then he sees Lucas...hes not longer on the swamp though, hes in the medical bay being treated for his injuries. This time,when he tries to Grab his shoulder he falls to the floor, no longer on that void.

--kid! Kid?! Do you hear me!?--He yelled right in his ear. But all Lucas does is flinch and shuffle away.-- the hell am I? Some kind of ghost?

Thats how he finds himself following Lucas around,the few times he manages to make contact is through dreams. But he soon finds his lieutenant either doesnt remember them or chalks it up to ptsd.

--Damn it kid!!-- He huffed, sitting with him as hes shipped back to the USA. But then he sees Lucas slowly fall asleep, instictively leaning towards him. Alphonso sighs and leans his head on his, side hugging him. His anger melts and he just says-- alright then, just rest...

He finds himself watching Lucas as the years pass by,the few times hes made contact his Friend has woken up in a cold sweat or made him a little paranoid.

Nothing changes until Lucas finds his way towards Milton-Haven, Alphonso can see this weird ghost Lady that he speaks to sometimes.

--How do you manage to get yknow- an actual physical form?--He asked her once, she was by an electric tower.

--pull energy- from radios, or--electricity-- she replies-- can be- temporarily, not sure if permanent

Alphonso nodds and sits with her-- How do you do that?

This ghost Lady takes his hand and puts it to one of the legs of the tower, theres sparks and then suddenly hes training the Power with her.

--We might end up causing a black out-- he half joked, and the ghost Lady laughed-- I never asked ya yer name

The ghost Lady looked at him through her glasses, her curly hair in a ponytail swaying with electricity, and her Angel wings that looked like radio waves shuffle. Light blue energy zaps around her like a Tesla coil. Its intimidating but somehow inviting.

She replies-- Doctor Rosemary James.

Alphonso doesnt try to materialize until the Next night, sucking up all the Power he could. Needless to say there were Many reported temporal black outs and lights acting funky.

Lucas had just come back from his first Real date in a while. Hes tinkering with a radio, murmuring "creep" by radiohead, hes too concentrated on his work and todays events that he doesnt notice the first flickers of light.

But then they get worse, a second passes by and he looks at the light on the ceiling-- what the- its the third time this week!

Lucas feels the hairs in the back of his head stand up, he drops the tool he was using and looks behind him, then he hears a -- That would be my fault,kid.

His eyes go wide and filled with tears-- what the hell

He sees a Man, mid fortys, wearing a ww2  uniform. A piece of his cheek is missing, his skin is deathly white, red spider lillies grow from his helmet and his Pointy dog ears pressed against the side of his head.

--Youre dead-- he says matter of factly,hands shaking.

--Gee,nice GOFO, lieutenant-- the bastard has the Audacity to smirk. Then he pulls him for a tight hug.

Lucas expected him to smell god awful,but he senses the sweet aroma of flowers and his usual cologne. He hugs his friend tight and sobs into his shoulder, the moss on his clothes soft against his skin.

--is-is this Real?--He asks,voice barely a whisper.

--Yup. As Real as it gets,kid-- he whispers, stroking his back-- 'm guessing you want an explanation, dont worry,we have all the time in the world now

Alphonso starts to explain everything that happened since the very beginning, how he got here and who taught him how to materialize, upon hearing the name, Lucas looks at his Friend with wide eyes.

--Wait- Rosemary?! Shes still with you?

--There are days where she cant even talk to me, but im sure she'll give us an answer if I ask-- the other Man said with a shrug.-- hey,grab us a beer so you can tell me about your hot date

--You saw everything?!-- he asked with dark cheeks.

--Nah I gave you two lovebirds privacy. Just stayed around the area.

Lucas sighs and stands up, gong to Grab two beers from the fridge,shaking his heas-- oh fuck me. --He growls in disbelief.

Few seconds later hes opening a beer,but before he gives it to Alphonso he says--Ya sure you can drink this?

Wheeler clicks his tongue and snatches the beer--Give me that shit-- his friend laughs and then takes a sip-- god,I missed this.

The ex radioman chuckles-- hmm, I imagine -- but then he sees his captain smile wide, his sharp,yellowed teeth showing.

--So, tell me about the girl-- He said,a little too smug.

Lucas almost chokes on his drink-- well- uhm. I met her because I thought was running late. We share the same therapist, turns out I got there really early, and uhh we started talking

--Thats sweet-- Alphonso says-- whats her name?

--Jerico-- he replied-- jerico Castro, shes very sweet and shes got the prettiest smile. Man,you shoulda seen me when I met her, my breath left my chest and I got so red in the face, you and the others wouldntve let me live it down

The other Man chuckles, his completely white eyes twinkling with mirth-- hm, bet

So,they both spend the night talking, up until Lucas falls asleep. Alphonso chuckles, he picks up his friend with ease and carries him to his room, fireman Carry style.

--Dude. Get a bed-- he murmurs and sets him down on the cot, covering him. Then,he goes to rest on the one person couch outside his Friends room. He almost seems to curl up like a dog, his ears down.

For the Next few days,alphonson follows Lucas around his usual schedule. He walks beside him to his therapist's Office, helps him to Get groceries (wearing a beanie, a jacket with a hoodie and a bandana around his face,with sunglasses).

--Ya dont gotta follow me 'round-- Lucas teased,putting the groceries on the table.

His Friend shrugs-- I guess I still Belive youre my boy-- he ruffles his lieutenants curly black hair-- guess yer a Man now

Lucas smiles with warmth, he chuckles and hugs his friend-- thats very sweet,you know? I guess in some way yer still my captain

Wheeler shakes his head-- You are yer own Man now.

A few more days go by of this routine. Alphonso was more than happy to watch and help his friend, every day Lucas would wake up to Alphonso sleeping on the one person couch Next the door of his room,Like a Guardian dog.

--Dont try n lick me now-- he joked once.

--cant make any promised-- his captain replied with a shrug.

One night, Lucas is fixing himself up in the mirror,he struggles to fix up his tie-- jesus fucking christ,55 Years and I still cant-

Wheeler sighs and fixes up his tie-- just like bootcamp

The other Man chuckled-- just like boot camp. Thanks

--s'nothing. Good luck,tiger-- his captain winks.

During the night, Alphonso keeps a healthy distance between him and Lucas,who walks hand in hand with his date.

--Man,dont you look stunning-- the ex soldier whispered, nuzzling his dates hair.

-- have you seen yourself in the mirror? -- jerico whispered with a smile,leaning on him-- love the cologne

He shrugged-- thanks, a friend reccomended it

--Hes got good taste-- both walk past a Group of men,who look at jeri with less than friendly intentions. Lucas purses his lips and covers her with his arm, pulling her closer.

Two of the guys follow them to the restaurant they were going, the ex soldier is aware of this and Gently tells his date-- babe, go to our spot,okay? Ill be there in a moment.

Jerico whispers a "be safe" since she noted the men too, and leaves to their table. Lucas Turned to the men with pursed lips-- do we really have to do this?

The two men dont reply, but before any of the two can do something, Alphonso jumps on them, mouth billowing hot smoke. His clawy hands rip the two men away and says-- Go,I can handle this

Lucas watches both impressed and in horror as his Friend pulls the men to a dark alleyway. He knows his moral compass wont let him forget that easily,but in reality he just wants to continue his date.

So,he rejoins his date. And the rest of the night goes swimingly.

He drops her off at her house, giving a tight hug and a nice passionate kiss, she gladly kisses back and hugs his neck.

--Hey, what about the guys from before? -- jerico asked, stroking his jaw with her thumb.

--'Eh,I wouldnt worry 'bout it. I scared them off

She chuckles and says-- uh-huh, sure thing tough guy.

The ex soldier kisses his dates forehead-- sweet dreams,hon.

--Night,lu

Lucas drives back to the cabin with joy and warmth in his chest. He opens the door of his house with a sigh And drags his feet to his bedroom,ready to pass out.

--hey! How did the date go?--Alphonso asked,curled up on the one person sofá, one of his eyes Open and one of his ears raised as his tail wags lazily-- n' before ya ask I just gave them a good beating.

The radioman chuckles-- not a scratch on ya,guess ya never lost yer touch. N' it went well, I dropped her off, we had fun. She specially liked that I kept in mind her food sensitivities.

--Always paying attention to the little details-- wheeler replied with a tired smirk-- thats good. Get some rest,kid.

--Ten-Four captain-- the other Man replied, giving a pat on the head to his friend and going to his room. He loosens his tie and then undoing his hairbun, his black curly hair bouncing a little-- night!

--Night!--Alphonso replied,closing his eye and tucking his ears against the side of his head. For the rest of the night he keeps watch on the house.

Lucas decides that even if it was a little odd, it was good to have his captain,his mentor, his friend back.

[igiveyoumyblood]

‘FIREWORK’MV First Reactions

It’s here, baby! Werewolf comeback!!!! WOOOOOOOOO!

Please let me preface this with the fact that,a lthough I love &TEAM and their concept and watched a bit of the survival show, I don’t know the members yet... expect for K, who other than the concept was the main reason I was interested in this group. I will do my best, but there might just be some ‘ahh yes this guy is doing this, this other guy is doing something else’ in this post. 

My apologies to Lune who know everyone. I would appreciate any tips you can give me. 

As with Bite Me, I was deeply disappointed by the lack of vampire content in this release, but I was happy with the amount of werewolf content.

This music video had a bizarre tone, though - it had the obvious serious and carefree moments of youth and werewolfhood, and that girl was back again - something that I appreciate because she links ENHYPEN and &TEAM. But I could not take the MV seriously when there were all of those shots of her just looking down at them dancing and them seriously dancing while looking up at her. I could not stop cackling - but I’ll point those moments out late, iof they didn’t stand out to you. 

Alright, let’s get into it!

Lyrics

The song is pretty self-explanatory in name. It’s about those moments of youth where you stay out, late at night, together and watch the stars. I don’t really know if those moments exist often in real life, or if they are a figment of fanfiction and coming-of-age movies, but that’s a good chunk of the content of this song. It also has the nice little moments of falling in love that feel like fireworks... literally. 

And there are the mandatory supernatural storyline mentions of magic and stars, and the mandatory werewolf mention of running towards your goal. A suspiscious lack of moon imagery. 

They’re relatively plain and cliche lyrics, but this is when I remind you that, not only are cliches cliche for a reason, but also that werewolves as mystical heroes rather than monsters is a relatively new idea, and is only considered cliche and cringey because it became so popular in the Twilight era. So, let’s just say that the lyrics got the job done quite well, if in a boring way.

The MV

I love the room and the grainy filter they’ve put over the top. I hope this room isn’t supposed to contain 9 werewolf boys because that could create several issues. 

I’m sure there are lots of references to the previous MV and to the webtoon. I ain’t paying for the webtoon (yet), so I don’t know those references other than the girl who shows up later, but I do know that the photos, calendars, and balloons remind me of the MV for ‘Under the Skin’- which had a Y2K theme and which focused on both time passing and a new chapter of life - literally, since K lost his mentor (?) but gained a group of friends. 

And, there is of course the two high schools that the ENHYPEN and &TEAM members go to - I’m unsure how 25 year old K and 21 year old Heeseung (not to mention the other members in their 20s) got into these high schools.`But good on them, I guess.

I also have never really understood the obsession with having idols lying around asleep - the only time it’s made sense is if they’re in some weird dream state - like in TXT or ATEEZ’s storylines. And I’m prettty sure they aren’t in one here. 

Anyway....

I love the unsubtle werewolf representation here. It’s also great because it has the running - which is both a werewolf thing and part of the lyrics. 

However, with the grain, the fog, and the backlight, it really reminds me of Teen Wolf. And I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.

Not sure how or why the girl ended up with a gun but good on her.

However, we then end up with her chasing then on a bike, which definitely gives a sinister tone to the rest of the MV and to the previous shot of them running (which I initially assumed was joyful).

It’s also our first hint of the funky nonlinear aspects of this MV.

And the girl is pictured in warm light - like the sun, and like ENHYPEN. Which makes sense, since she, from my viewing of the MVs and related materials, seems to be affiliated with ENHYPEN, or at least with Sunghoon. 

We get these flashabacks to happy memories of the boys and this girl, which is depressing in the hindsight of what we’ve just seen.

I love this shot. It’s short and snappy but obvious enough to get the point across. He’s against the red - ENHYPEN’s domain which the girl exists in. The gunshot looks like a firework, which was initially the joy of love and the times they spent together, but which now betrays him. 

This kind of cinematography and symbolism is one of the main reasons I follow kpop. 

Because yeah, they’re a jpop group but they’re run by a kpop company in the style of a kpop group.

And we get a nice flashback of what I assume is a party on the beach.

And of course boys being boys at the beach. 

And teenage shennanagins. Is this flower supposed to be a dandelion? in which case - I looked it up, and a dandelion is apparently a symbol of hope and healing. So, since it’s being dropped we can reasonably assume that those things are now gone. 

Here we have the happy fireworks.

And here some not-so-happy fireworks/lights.

Lmao I love how everyone’s just looking cool.

The pyjamas the boys are in also suggest that they are out  of their element and have been suddely disturbed from sleep - you know, by something like someone trying to murder you?

Cute memory with the flowers. And related to the &TEAM theme of collecting and preserving memories.

Dang he’s got a lot of memories. 

And this is where I let everyone know that this is only the first 30 seconds of the MV.

FRECKLES.

Lune who are better than me, who is this member?

Okay these flowers are different from the one that was dropped, but nonetheless bring us into the world of memories. This makes me think that the vampires have powers like teleportation and flight, while the werewolves have powers like telepathy and literally being able to store and protect memories. A very interesting concept, if it’s what HYBE are going for.

Here we have the hands connecting - the opposite of them coming apart earlier, and a reflection of when K met the boys in ‘Under the Skin.’

Nevermind the werewolves can fly too it seems.

Just wolf things.

And notepad - a way to store memories!

Thy literally have every way possible to store memories - cameras, photos, albums, notes, calendars, balloons and mementos. I love it.

This is the scene I can’t take seriously. I love that she is passively observing them, and that they are showing their passion. I also love that the ground has been turned into mud - presumably by the mist and damp, and by them dancing so much. But I can’t take it seriously that they’re all possibly fighting for the love of this girl, and fighting against vampires, and the way they do this is to dance together in a group while giving her a dramatic stare. I literally had to pause the video and take a break to laugh when I first saw this.

Second-hand embarrassment, I guess.

Anyway I’m glad they had fun.

I like that she smiles while dropping the flower - showing that she destroys their hope and love knowingly - but that whoever it was that dropped it out of the members was limp and without hope - she made him drop it.

Also love the creepy subtlety of her plucking a petal.

I’m not entirely sure what the purpose of this scene is, but I love that they’re in their pretigious high school eating their food and there’s just... a wolf. 

Memories!!!!!

And we enter the memories! Which are basically the embodiment of youth.

Epic transition that;

Looks nice

Is more than a little sinister

FIRE

Warm tones aka vampires

Brings us back into the memories

Is done in an easy way to understand despite being so fast

Nice.

I see that your life is a tad tangled, K. That’s unfortunate.

He’s got brithday cake trauma. 

Mandatory wolves having fun scene.

Mandatory sports scene since they play sports. And nice imagery of them fighting for the ball (aka the girl).

Wolves being wolves.

Haha you did this to yourselves, what are you so upset about?

I also  like the contrast of the happier meadow scene and the darker, grittier fight/sports match. And how, while fighting each other, they managed to lose the girl. 

Mandatory &TEAM water scene.

Mandatory being sad and reflecting on the past scene. But why would you bend the memory - you’re supposed to protect it?

Okay first, it’s a beautiful shot.

Second - you know what I said about them preserving memories in many different ways? They literally brought the flowers home!

Okay, that’s creepy. And it’s creepy not only because it defies gravity, but also because, since it defies gravity, it seems like it has been sucked from him - like a piece of his soul. And you know what sucks people’s souls out? Vampires.

I love the transition from the murder fireworks to the happy fireworks.

And now everyone gets to be sad because they were betrayed and are being hunted.

NOOOOO who made freckle boy cry????

And more happy firework foreshadowing... even though the things that it foreshadowed already happened in the MV.

Gosh I love nonlinear narratives.

Honestly still a little bit confused about the sleeping. There are a few possibilities -  that they are kind of dead after the events of the actual MV, and that the sleeping is a representation of that, or that the girl has lulled them into this state of vulnerability, which is why she approaches slowly and with her hands behind her back - a show of dishonesty. 

I see an exposed neck that would be perfect for a vampire to sink their fangs into.

Wonderful shot, very woolfy. I’m just not sure why the music cut out so suddenly when the video did - I’m sure they did it on purpose but it doesn’t communicate much and seems like a mistake.

Anyway.

Conclusions

It seems to me that the &TEAM storyline is kind of like a K angst-fest. 

The MV had a sad lack of vampires, although it did allude to them wonderfully. It did a great job of telling a heart-wrenching nonlinear story, and had lots of great moments. The only thing that I felt was out of place was when they danced while staring at her. Other than that, a top-tier MV with simple but effective storytelling. 

And werewolves whose mission is to store a  preserve memories of all forms is a unique take on the genre which I hope that HYBE will continue to lean into. 

[audio-luddite]

Unscheduled swap.

The Harman Kardon is in the rack. The ARC is on the floor upside down with its bottom cover off.

We were just grooving to some 1970s music when it went quiet. Lights on the front of the big amp went dark. The line fuse failed? Huh???

No weirder than that. The fuse holder gave out. It may have been fiddled with before as there was solder inside where none should be. So I got the old HK Citation 12 from its place of rest. I wrestled out the ARC. Fk it is heavy, and put the tiny HK in its place.

They are both rated at 60 Watts per side. 1960s versus 1990s.

At first oh shit what is that sound? Harsh, tinny. Cold transistors? By the time I got my soldering gun (yes gun, tiny irons are for girls) and pulled the old bakelite (??) fuse thing out the HK had got WAY better.

The upturned tuber looks like a monster spilled its guts. Gobs of wires and fancy yellow capacitors. Poor thing. Of course I will find a new panel mount fuse holder. Hey two the other one is old too. The wires in there are tight bundles. I should have her back together tomorrow. There is an AUTOPARTS store that has the part nearby.

So the HK is settling down. Just finished side 2 of pawnshop. The big difference is the lovely golden textures have been replaced by white light. Not harsh, just not as pretty. Right now I am playing Herb Alpert's Rise as I played it last night. Same thing.

Also the Bass is how transistors are supposed to work. More solid and all that. Strangely not as deep?? The speakers may like the tuber. The funky textures are missed. Oh and some details are back. In pawnshop the crowd was more distinct and yes ice in the glasses.

The HK is not as good as the Franken amp I think. I may have to play Cowboy Junkies. Tiny details have not revealed themselves yet.

But you know the little beast was designed in 1960 something. It is dual mono. One power cord, but inside there are two completely separate amplifiers. They were reaching even back then. Okay Mr Alpert is playing a flugelhorn now. I dint notice that before.

Hey 1960s were not that bad. This is a fair fight.

Junkies. Track one. The stupid noise is there. Track two the Bass is more recessed. The vocal is clear. Oh very clear. Margo does not sound so lispy. Mr Harman has nothing to apologize for.

Yes it is different. I can see exactly why people yearn for the golden sound of the tubes. It aint right or better, just prettier. Photographers like to shoot in the golden hours. Just after sunrise, and just before sunset. The light has less blue and makes skin look richer. All those swimsuit shoots do that. It aint as honest as midday light.

OK Acid Test. Side 4 Cowboy Junkies LP. Sweet Jane. Bass bang on. I think my brain is adjusting to the sound a bit. Clean clear. The guitar is far left clear, clean. Shit the high hats dead centre perfect metallic.

Postcard blues. DEEP bass from the foot tap. Not as organic as the ARC. Margo is right there! I can hear her lips part. Oh yes the harmonica, damn. This is an amazing album. GET IT Droogs! Margo just took a breath like a real human. This is good.

I will put the ARC back in for a couple days once I fix it. Then the Franken-Amp gets his turn.

[springcatalyst]

could you PLEASE tell us more about giant tube worms

I would love literally nothing more

Essentially these guys

(Riftia pachyptila specifically) are fucked up for a variety of reasons.  They live pretty much directly in the stream of superheated water coming out of hydrothermal vents in the deep sea, an environment that is not only hostile because of the super fucking hot water, but also the high concentrations of sulfides (toxic shit) in said water, and also there’s no goddamn light, so no algae or other photosynths that kick off the food chain in most of the ocean.  Even most deep-sea fishes are connected to the surface, they eat shit that falls down, whale falls, marine snow, or they eat other fish that migrate to and from the surface (depending on how deep we’re talking).  Nothing should be able to live here, except maybe the odd extremist bacteria (or archaea).  

But they do so, that theory’s out.

The most pressing of reasons why they’re fucked up, though, is that they don’t have a mouth, or a gut, so they can’t really... Eat.  They weren’t the first mouthless, gutless worms to be found, but the others were all small enough that they pretty much just figured they diffused nutrients in through their not-quite-skin, but these bitches are huge, and the surface-area-to-volume-ratio (every bio professor I’ve ever had is obsessed with surface-area-to-volume-ratio) was too large for that to be feasible.

Noooow I get to talk about the trophosomes. 

So the trophosome is a big fuckin organ that takes up most of the length of the worm.  It’s kinda spongy, real lobular, and obviously important.  They exist in other worms, but were thought to feed the gonads during gamete development.  But they found something in these guys’ that kind of negated that theory.  

Sulfur!

That’s what those little yellow dots are: pure, crystalized sulfur.  This is a cross section of a Riftia pachyptila trophosome, taken from a presentation given by the lady I’m about to talk about.  (It’s on youtube here, if you wanna watch 20 minutes of worm talk like I did)

They still didn’t know what the trophosome did, so they theorized that it could have acted like a filter, because hydrogen sulfide in particular is toxic to most life forms, and there’s a lot of it here. 

That’s where...

She comes in!  Her name is Colleen Cavanaugh, and she was an undergrad at Harvard at the time of the initial research, and she heard about the worms, the trophosomes, the sulfur.  And SHE basically knew what the fuck was going on from when she listened to the original researcher (Meredith Jones, of the Smithsonian Institute) talk about it, so she convinced some people to get her a hunk of worm.  As you do.  

After studying said hunk of worm for a while she basically said ‘yeah, I was right, get fucked, check it out:’  The worms house chemosynthetic endosymbiotic bacteria in their trophosomes, bringing stuff in through the plume, (the red bit at the top, functions kind of like a lung or a gill) that looks like this:  

And basically that’s what makes these guys so funky, they not only have endosymbionts, which exist in other worms we know of now, but weren’t aware of at the time, but theirs are also chemosynths: they oxidize/metabolize hydrogen sulfide as an energy source.  The pure sulfur in the trophosome was the waste product.  (chemosynthesis generally looks like this: 

though i’ve seen some slight variations of the formula.  This one is from Pearson education.)

The bacteria get oxygen and hydrogen sulfide from the worm breathing it in, CO2 from the waste of the worm’s own cellular respiration, and are osmotically protected, basically they have a safe home inside their worm pal.  The worm, then, is protected from the toxicity of H2S, because the bacteria are turning it into pure sulfur which is NOT toxic, and they feed off of the food the bacteria make for themselves (and the worms).  

So like goddamn how can you NOT love giant tube worms.  

[momo-shut-the-fuck-up]

So someone on the shining nikki subreddit made a post about this game called Life Makeover that s in early access, and i downloaded it and fucked around with it for like, and hour- and man i still got stuff to do in it. Ahead you have a bunch of rambling about it, maybe it d interest you too.

Tldr, its a super polished and pretty game with a story that seems to be getting interesting but i cant say for sure yet, pretty and diverse clothes, shit ton of customisation, and it sems generous so far.

Anyway it s very pretty, customisation is fucking insane, if i understand things right we re gettin a shit ton of free high rarity suits just for doin stuff in the game? Though i am a bit confused of if we re gettin em for Free or for doin stuff akin to the diamond arena.

Here s an outfit i made, but it s got a bunch of styles. Luckily its not just modern clothing, it s got the high fashion/alt stuff too. And it s real well made.

I wasn t exactly playin w takin screenshots in mind so i don t have many.

Ima make a list of stuff about it:

• seems to be generous with its currency? I got 3k diamonds rn and one 10 pull is like 1180 or somethin.

• it has pavilions like nikki does, but i don t think most of its events are gacha based? Idk the thing just started so we waitin. The rate for the coin pavilion is kinda bad, but for the other ones is as good as nikkis.

• you can dye. Everything. It s not Free to dye, u gotta pay w this dyeing currency, but u get a bunch of it. And there s many options too.

• the story is... funky. Seems boring at the beginning but uh, spoilers ig? I ll put it under the cut if ur interested

• many skin options 🙏

• as i said, customisation. U can change the face shape, makeup, body, kinda everythin about your girl at the beginning of the game. ("Body" u know the usual thin- slightly larger but still thin body slider in games? Yeah.) My girl looks kinda like a baby cuz i made her like that, u can choos ebetween "girl" and "female" i think they called it? And it s just, one is more mature lookin than the other. U can change the height too.

• every character besides yourself is fully voice acted in english and chinese.

• every character also has live 2d models for the story portions of the game. Very well made stuff.

• there are cards, like reflections. Sr and ssr cards are live 2d animated.

• some "investigation" segments actually have small 3d environments u explore instead of 2d backgrounds.

• some of the 2d backgrounds have animated elements which is pretty cool.

• there s a housing feature. You buy yourself a house and you can customise it to your heart s content. AND you walk around in it with your character. I didn t fuck around in it too long cuz i wantes to get back to the story, but it seems really in depth and well made? Kinda insane tbh.

• has a guild feature like nikki s.

• actually, if u play shining nikki, u gonna acclimate to life makeover real quick. Guilds, main story, clothes crafting, what looks to be a diamond arena thing for styling competitions.

• your character is shown in cutscenes and 2d art sometimes, which means that canonically, you are 1. White 2. Have black hair (also are a girl). Your name is what you picked tho.

• the world we are in seems to be super high tech. "Makes a 3d model of the item u took a pic of so you can investigate it without touching it" type of high tech. "Extremely advanced AI" type. U know what i mean.

• oh also u got some background already there, n the lighting changes based on what u pick. I kinda prefer nikki's "choose ur own lighting" system tho.

Now spoilers under the cut.

Bro she just fuckin-

Girl got knocked the fuck out

She didn t actually die, she just got attacked, which is the second attack so far. (I really hope one of em dies at some point tbhhh)

The story goes, you re on a private island with your sisters' rich idol friends, who are a really really popular idol group which is why they got all this money, and this. Guy? Who is also ur sisters friend, Idk he s v boring fancy rich dude typa vibe idc much. Ur here as a graduation gift whatever.

The idols are gettin "haters"-

(They keep callin em that its so fuckin funny. They shoulda said trolls it d be even better)

- that are on their private island? And they re doin more than Hatin, i think they legit tryin to kill these girls. Locked one of em in a freezer, knocked another one over the head and stuffed her in a teddy bear, u saw what happened to annie, that shit.

So yeah it s gettin interestin 👀 i m on ch 3 i think, so i ll see where it goes from here.

[headgehug]

headgehug playlist masterlist :3

i’m going to go back in time through my playlists because some of the old ones are really incriminating. <3 live your dreams, make your personal blorbo soundtracks.

edit: updated as of 2023, the best ones in bold bc I know it's um a long list

harmoanica - slutty as hell to play the mouth organ. why do you wanna show us you can suck and blow. (not much here yet, send me your best recs).

cry cry cry - holy hell. tearjerker countryesque playlist.

village - just a 60s dumping ground as I listen to albums but it's really good so . lol

everybody in this country club desires me carnally - I'm a nice young lady and I like the kind of music old country club men like to hog and it makes me feel superior but I know I'm just a young lady and my feelings of superiority mean nothing to stop them viewing me as an object Kick Ass Tunes!

well, this is the forest of Arden - songs that are nice to pretend you're walking through ?? it helps to be inebriated.

only you - for the movie so I married an axe murderer <3 90s grungey romance (YES "there she goes" is on there 4 times like in the movie)

well. - nothing special just beatles according to what I've listened to so far. and;

a second, deeper well - john lennon according to what I've listened to so far + songs that I deem adjacent. embarrassing! so it goes

do NOT rewatch skins - skins uk for real makes me feel miserable so I made this to stop me in my stupid tracks

yellow light - if I were to share any of these as a genuine rec it would be this (or I Walk The Line, much much later on the list). this is soft slow afternoons on the couch thru the lens of 60s folk-y rock

Pandora's box - my first "social" media was pandora radio comment sections. does that explain anything. early 2010s indie ""sleaze"" as they kids say

forever zed - zed from police academy :) punk rock and more for a very funky guy

they say that it's over - yeah it's a stranger things 4 chrissy/eddie playlist sue me.

dream on - songs I wanna rock garth algar of wayne's world's world to. if you get my drift

a deal with god - this is just like "maybe my gods" but more specific in some ways. like in the longing way

roulette wheel - 17 hrs of all the emo hits. go on, give it a spin.

one crazy summer - playlist for THE summer movie of all time feat bobcat goldthwait.

big stack of records - what I think charlie would actually listen to based on the records in his apartment

nurse - for the nurse in hotel artemis! inspired by her listening to california dreamin

orange - this is technically @charlies-freckles 's but I helped :) it's like soft orange light through a window

complicated relationship with religion - i got so into black veil brides etc and then got in mega trouble at home and got my secular music privileges rescinded. lmfao. so what I had was my dad's old christian metal... which I do treasure now lol

i’m a fool to want you - the janitor always mops twice au, film noir and 40s inspired

air - it’s like romance for when you’re trying to pick up artsy chicks. [lie] not inspired by anything by the way. (trips and falls and the thought of charlie day playing ‘to be of use’ by smog for his wife falls out of my pockets)

untitled - sons of anarchy inspired playlist. my interest in the show fizzled out before i could finish but it still goes hard.

we’re spontaneous! - i want you back inspired classic rock romantic mix. heavy on the rod stewart.

it’s a time machine - going the distance inspired 80s/synth pop ballads and yes it starts out with take my breath away.

the trick is to keep breathing - the chronicles of amber inspired playlist for random & vialle’s relationship lol. the title references how to get into remba you have to walk into the water without holding your breath but it’s also a song by garbage.. wow

untitled gamer longing - when you want to play something but don’t know what you want to play and also you feel sad.

disco elysium hotel room - disco elysium but it’s mostly lana del rey for when you’re thirsting after the miserable old man

you make me feel like i can do anything - ska playlist with a little touch of wow i wish charlie kelly was my boyfriend

pocket candy - playlist for when you’re gonna put out for the cute janitor

roller rink mix - 80s/early 90s skating mix to go with my fic

indoor stargazing - songs I would never partake in any substances to btw. actually for real because these are so good on their own.

squadra - um, jojo’s bizarre adventure in 2022 because i’m still not over la squadra from part five?

it’s pronounced “nice” - acapulco hotel artemis playlist. it’s more 80s jams but this time a little sleazier, a little more “it’s a sin” a little more “maneater”

mild mannered romantic lead - uhh, another 80s/90s playlist but this time some just like heaven, some hopelessly devoted to you.

violent women <3 - rage playlist to drive home from work to. or to work to, i don’t judge.

in the suburbs - my serious macden playlist, cowboy angst inspired

oh so he’s a captain now? - my captain jack harkness playlist but it’s mostly billy joel just be warned, it’s really good though.

living in the question - less of a hermann gottleib playlist than it is just a me being very sad and lonely playlist but that’s fucking lame to say <3 dark academia core

oct31 - boring ass Halloween playlist

it’s closer than you think - owen harper torchwood angst playlist that starts out with elton john’s jaunty “i think i’m gonna kill myself”

men seeking other men - vaguely charmacden twinsizedmattressy vibes

you came back! - toshiko sato torchwood angst playlist. one could describe it as kafka-esque

mcdn - macden emogirl playlist

cbmflau - charbitch my fair lady au playlist. musical numbers i think charlie and his smart bf should kiss to

and the living is easy - it’s like if hemingway did trip hop.

why would someone name a knife? - horizon zero dawn’s niloy presents: badass scores

elf friends - sam/frodo lord of the rings inspired, also just general sad, beautiful yearning.

hasty folk aren’t we? - merry/pippin lord of the rings inspired. 90s, early 00s, sweltering summers in cars without ac.

crimson and clover - dad rock playlist of songs i thought kicked ass when i was 16 (they still do)

necromancin dancin - when you’re dead and evil and cool as fuck

the sun you cannot feel - my d&d oc lol

subaru crosstrek - god i don’t know how to describe this one unless you’ve seen big time adolescence. it’s like loser music.

not so great - oikawa haikyuu inspired depressing hyperpop i think...... don’t judge <3

brainmelt - vaporwave recommendations!

i know it’s over - it’s over but you’re still in love, whatever that means.

one way or another - yuri fire emblem three houses core. it’s like, sexy, evil, hype.

hymns - hubert fire emblem three houses core. it’s like sexy, evil, hype (very different than above, trust me)

are you kidding? - my chuck/blair gossip girl playlist...

2010s flashback - what it says on the tin also send recs please.

villain backstory - i am so so evil.

members only - 80s/90s nerdcore

two drifters - linhardt fire emblem three houses core. it’s like sad, sweet, deep, sleepy.

beach episode - sylvix fe3h flavored beachy sad breakup playlist.

out of my head - prosciutto jjba part 5 flavored sexy gun toting dry 80s inspired getting over your ex by executing various acts of precise violence sort of mood.

early morning radio - it's 4am and you're driving. this is what's on the radio.

super fly - disco! good for cleaning your house.

so it's the same - big depression good music (must confess this is also jjba's jotaro kujo inspired. sorry. "so it's the same kind of stand as star platinum?" but make it oh so it's the same depression everywhere)

go on, thank me - my not so secret god complex mix (jjba kishibe rohan inspired)

maybe my gods - gay gay homosexual gay

do you believe in gravity? - a diopucci playlist but it's just like gregorian chants.

I walk the line - cowboys in love (Jojo part 7 mix)

melodramatic - slutty music I play to impress party people (jjba melone mix lol)

click. hum. - depressing but you're in love so it's okay. and like you want to die but you'd live for them (jjba bruabba mix...8+ hrs long cause I was Going Thru It)

diamond is unbreakable playlist - it's like chill cute music idk the genre name. (josuyasu mix)

Christmas ? - infallible Christmas playlist for people who don't like christmas pop

capricorn - it's like cowboy fantasy music for me. idk.

[wri0thesley]

Nat... 👉👈 since requests are open can I please request some Gojo fluff? If you need a little inspo maybe like, reader and him meet after they were abroad for a mission or something? I'm in love with this funky man and I just wanna give him kiths

sweet tooth - gojo x reader, sfw, 2.5k

the early bird catches the worm. or the cake, you guess.

(just a lot of talking about food tbh . . . i dont get to write pure sfw fluff much, thank u for letting me indulge in my jjk brainrot NFJVND. gn reader! )

You know as well as anyone how little free time a jujutsu sorcerer has. You’ve spent most of your past few years rushing around from place to place, calling it a good night’s rest when you manage to fall amongst your coverings before the clock strikes three in the morning. You think this probably has to go double for somebody in such a constant state of being needed as Gojo – but still, he’d shown up outside your room this morning, bright and early, and said; “We’re going out!”

He hadn’t mentioned that you were still clad in pyjamas, your hair still a mess about your face, eyes still sleep and shadowed. You had jumped out of bed at the knock, of course – you’re used to being needed at the drop of a hat – but there is nothing at all in the way Gojo is looking at you to suggest there’s any kind of danger brewing.

He got in last night at the same time as you, after an exorcism had dragged on longer than expected – you know this. So how is his skin still glowing like moonlight, his voice still so bright, his hair still falling over his blindfold in that effortless perfectly-styled-without-being-styled way?

If he’s slept, he’s gotten the same hour and fifteen minutes you’ve gotten.

“Not even a warning?” You sigh, stifling a yawn. “I haven’t had time to clean my weapons or anything--”

“Woah!” Gojo’s grin doesn’t fade, but he holds up his hands as if he’s trying to avoid a savage attack. “Just you and me. No curses, promise. You won’t be needing those.” He cocks his head to the side. “Unless you wanna try and take me. I think you’d lose!”

Your brow furrows. You know you’d lose, and so does he.

“Have you seen the time?” You ask him, instead. You don’t question why or how he’d gotten into the hallway to stand like this outside of the room you’re renting in Tokyo for a while. You’ve learnt after knowing him for a while that what Gojo wants, he gets – besides. If he’d sweet-talked your landlady into letting him in, you couldn’t blame her for falling for his charms.

He sticks his head into your room and turns his face towards the clock on the wall, ticking merrily away, mocking you. You had hoped, after last night, the next time you saw a clock the hour hand would be well past twelve again. He pulls back.

“Now I have.”

“. . . aren’t you tired?”

Gojo shrugs, maddeningly. Half of what he does is irritating to the highest degree – the other half makes your stomach do strange somersaults that you try and push away. Getting a crush on Gojo Satoru is just going to lead to disaster. Although at this point, you have to admit to yourself that it’s more a case of ‘having a crush’ – there’s not much denying it, when he twinkles at you like this.

“You’ve gotten a good hour of beauty sleep,” he chirps. “Not that you need it. Let me take you out!”

You’re still focussing on the compliment, slipped into his words as if it’s as simple as breathing, when he enters your room full-on and is opening your wardrobe.

“H-hey,” you say, weakly. He’s rifling through the rack without a care in the world. “I—I can dress myself--”

“It’s quicker if I do it,” he replies, pulling out one of your favourite shirts. “Here, catch--!” Your reflexes allow you to not make a fool of yourself in front of him. “The colour of that one’s pretty! It’ll look nice on you.”

You’ve had more clothes piled into your arms before you can blink. You guess that Gojo must know his way around clothes – you’ve seen some of the brands and price tags of things he wears – but you can’t help but be a little flabbergasted by just how casual he is about everything. Maybe it’s the fact that your brain is still short-circuiting after being woken up earlier than you were expecting.

He finishes and walks over to you.

“I’ll wait outside.”

“W-what a gentleman,” you manage, and he throws his head back and laughs, and the laugh feels like it lodges warm in your chest. “After waking me up, bursting into my bedroom--”

“I’ll pay for everything,” he promises. He saunters out of your room, pulling the door closed behind him, calling; “I’ll make it up to you, promise!”

You stand there for a few more moments, still struggling to process the whirlwind that is Gojo’s presence in your life – half joking, half serious, half making you think that maybe you stand a chance, when he calls through the door;

“I can’t hear you moving!”

You jump. You wriggle out of your nightwear, your cheeks heating up, as you snap back;

“You said you were going to wait out there, not that you were going to press your ear to it and listen like some kind of stalker--!”

–

You stare in confusion at the fancy window in front of you, decorated with swirling cursive in gold. From outside, you can see into the establishment – the white scrollwork chairs, the cake stands, the menus standing up in their pale white leather covers. The early morning sunlight from outside is reflecting off a perfectly organised display case teeming with tiny little perfectly formed cakes.

“If you were craving something sweet,” you say, eventually, “surely there was an easier way to get it than this.”

Gojo grabs your arm cheerfully, pulling you towards the entrance of the patisserie.

“Well, I got the first sweet thing I was craving,” he ticks it off with his other hand. “But then I had one of my patented brainwaves.” He elbows you. “Put them both together!”

“I’m not feeling very sweet after you interrupted my sleep,” you mumble, but you know that there’s no real bite in your words. You hope Gojo doesn’t notice the reaction that you have – you know he’d never let it go. You often don’t know how to respond to his flirting – he has a reputation, after all, and you are just . . . you.

“We had to get here early, anyway,” he says, as he stands before the counter. The man in the apron and chef hat behind it recognises him immediately, lighting up – you wonder how much money Gojo spends on expensive patisserie. Everyone knows he has a sweet tooth. “They sell out of some of the best stuff well before ten!”

Gojo knows exactly what he’s doing as he points out various desserts from the display case, the man falling over himself to get the – frankly absurd amount of sweets – carefully packaged up for him. You’re not surprised, knowing Gojo, about the cute animal-shaped cakes that he chooses, the smiling bears and cats with ears made of sliced strawberries. You’re a little more surprised by all of the fancier pieces he chooses that you don’t recognise, but you don’t have much time for dwelling on it.

Spoils in hand, you peer further into the establishment to choose a table.

“Nah, don’t worry about that,” Gojo says cheerfully. “We’ll find somewhere outside to sit. It’s such a nice morning!”

You don’t miss the grin he shoots you as he says ‘morning’, the sidelong tip of his head as if he’s waiting to see if you’ll scold him again for interrupting your sleep. You do no such thing, content to be pulled along behind him again as he goes off in search of a place to enjoy his spoils.

People just tend to be pulled along by Gojo’s magnetism, you’ve discovered – and you are, hopelessly, no different.

He finds a quiet bench in a shady corner of one of the local parks; the only other people going past occasional elderly, walking their little dogs. He pats the wooden frame of the bench next to him, smiling.

“You’re not going to make me eat all of this by myself, huh?”

“It’s enough for eight people,” you say, sighing and resigning yourself to your fate as you take the place. He’s lucky you have a sweet tooth too; if he’d brought someone else, they’d probably be shirking back in horror at all the sugar. “You could probably eat it by yourself anyway.”

He pouts.

“I want to share it with you,” he says, cajoling – his fingers hover over one of the smaller cakes, a perfect bite-sized morsel. You try not to think about the elegant lines of his fingers and the power behind them as he plucks it up and offers it to you. “This one’s really good.”

You bring up your hand to take the sweet from him, but he laughs as your fingers bounce away from him, not quite able to get a purchase.

“Let me feed you,” he says to you, and blood rushes to your face all over again.

“I—I can feed myself,” you say, swallowing thickly. Gojo’s smile, on full, sculpted lips, makes butterflies crash into one another in the pit of your stomach.

He brings the treat to your mouth and he’s right, it does look really good. It’s a neat little roll cake, small in Gojo’s fingers, with the green colouring so many sweets you’ve eaten in Japan have been – you hope it’s not matcha, knowing the flavour will surprise you and Gojo will probably laugh, but you open your mouth in defeat and let Gojo pop it in there. His fingers linger a little too long against your lips, his expression fluttering so quickly you don’t quite catch it.

If you didn’t know better . . . you’d say that he had just fought back a blush.

“Is it good?” He asks, and his voice sounds a little strangled. You bite down on the cake, the juice of the strawberries coating your tongue – it is matcha, but the flavour is offset by the sweetness of the vanilla and fruits, and you’re glad about it. You nod enthusiastically, and he laughs.

“I told you!” He taps your cheek. “I know what I’m talking about!”

“You’re so smug,” you tell him, unable to hold back the laughter that’s bubbling out of you. Alright, maybe he woke you up too early and maybe he’s dragged you outside and maybe he’s been haunting your daydreams for months now, but . . . you think he means well. And you can’t deny that the sun is shining and the cakes are really delicious.

“If you were me,” he says, stretching out his arms over the back of the bench, “you would be smug too.” You shake your head at him, but he has a satisfied smile on his face. “Feed me one!”

“Are you going to let me?” You ask. “Or are you just going to bounce it away with your Infinity to make fun of me?”

You hover over the selection yourself, considering what to choose for him. In the end, you go for one of the mini slices of mille crepe cake, reasoning with yourself that even if it’s unusual to be eating so much cake this early, at least crepes are a traditional breakfast. Gojo obediently opens his mouth wider as you lift the slice.

You falter.

“You really want me to feed you?” You ask him, unsure. He laughs, grabbing ahold of your wrist – you almost start as he takes a bite from the treat, his lips tantalisingly close to your fingers. Another bite, and the cake is gone (you’ve never seen slices of mille crepe so small – but then again, judging by the eye-watering amount Gojo paid for his spoils, you’d never be able to afford to buy from a place like that).

“Mm,” he smacks his lips together. “It’s good.”

You swallow, noticing that there’s a smear of the cream between layers at the corner of his mouth. Gojo notices you staring, and quirks his lips into a smirk. “You’re staring,” he says. “I know I’m gorgeous, but--”

“You’ve got . . .” You say, awkward, motioning to his face. Somehow, it feels too intimate to lean forward and dab it away yourself – he’d asked you to feed him, after all. If you did it of your own accord. . .

“Huh? Oh,” He moves one of the arms casually draped over the bench to his face, and you think he is going to wipe it away – but instead, he hooks his thumb under his blindfold, pushing it up casually so the light hits the swirling colours in his eyes.

You’ve seen them before, of course – you’ve seen Gojo at work, after all – but they’re still a surprise, a bright moment of swirling starshine dropped on you when you’re least expecting it. Your stomach does that flip-flop again, the one that you try so hard to ignore – but when he’s looking at you like that, curious and smug all at once, you don’t really know how to handle it.

You’re glad you’re in a secluded spot. There’s nobody to see the embarrassing display of you not quite knowing what to do with yourself.

“You can get it,” he says to you. “I don’t mind.”

“I—”

“Look.” His other hand rises, cups your face, thumb ghosting across the same spot on your cheek that he’d tapped earlier. “I left icing sugar on your face. I’ll get that, and then we’ll be even.”

(Did he do that on purpose, you wonder? You wouldn’t be surprised.)

Your hand is trembling as you reach for the cream. You try and force your fingers to be still as you lean in closer to him, eyes concentrated, as you wipe the little splotch of cream from his mouth. You’re so close you can see galaxies in his eyes, the fan of white lashes, the way that his throat bobs when he swallows as if he’s nervous--

Nervous? Gojo? That can’t be true.

“I got it,” you breathe, though you don’t move. Your faces are so close together. You could lean forward, just a bit, and meet his lips with your own. Gojo’s eyes stay trained on you, not faltering in the least. His thumb is still on your cheek. Your own finger hasn’t moved from the corner of his mouth.

“Wanna know what it tastes like?” Is that a falter, in his voice? You’re stuttering all over the place, but Gojo--

“I’m not gonna put that in my mouth after it’s been on your face,” you tell him, without moving. Your heart is beating ten to the dozen. Gojo’s eyes crinkle at the corners.

“That’s not what I meant,” he says – and he breaks the distance himself, and suddenly he is kissing you. The hand on your cheek cupping your face into his, the other hand going about your waist, holding you tightly against him like he’s been wanting to do it since the moment he woke you up that morning.

(The mille crepe cake is delicious, you find out, from the lingering taste on his lips. Next time you two go there in the early morning rush, Gojo buys two slices.)

[xmint-conditionx]

tongue tied | myg

pairing: yoongi x reader, f2l

w/c: 3.5k

summary: you've been best friends with yoongi for almost a decade, and you're hopelessly in love with him. he's the most important person in your life, and you don't want to mess that up, so you can never be anything more... right?

written as a response to a request from the old blog -- the requestor was @yoongi--enthusiast; thanks again for your request, i loved doing it!!! "I had an idea... something based off of the song “tongue tied” with yoongi. I feel like it would be super soft with soft smut... I just think it would be nice to read so can you please wright it 🥺👉👈"

tags/cw: 18+ please, smut, outdoor sex, overall a little angsty but super cute too

a/n: i did not know that there was a song called tongue tied by marshmello before i wrote this so... i hope the person who requested this didn’t mean that song because I wrote this drabble over the grouplove song lmaooo but anyway, here goes! thanks luv, enjoy! also reposted from the old blog!!

Yoongi’s laugh is so beautiful. It’s rare, so when you see it, you soak up everything you can about it. The way his eyes crinkle up into crescent moons, the way his lips curl back putting his gummy smile on bright display. You can swear you see his eyes sparkle.

You are in love with him. You are in love with your best friend.

He makes loving him such an easy thing to do; bringing you into his inner world, showing you the sweet and warm center he conceals from everyone else. The way he looks at you, the way he says your name, the way he pouts when he wants a back scratch, all of those little things that make him who he is only deepen your infatuation with him.

You’re with him again this Friday night, making the drive to Bom’s house. It’s been a long week for the both of you; he’s been wrapped up in producing a track and you’ve been nose deep in college textbooks. His track is completed, and your exams are over. It’s safe to say that you both could use a good break.

It’s the end of the spring semester and the weather is going to be gorgeous tonight. The racing summer breeze coming through the open car windows is exhilarating. The sun is setting, and the warm evening light on Yoongi’s dewy skin makes him appear absolutely radiant as he navigates the highway.

You’re just listening to fun little summer jams as you speed off toward the city’s suburbs. Ones with funky little basslines that are easy to groove and sing along to. Ones that make you shout and laugh into the rushing wind. Ones that make you drink in the moment you’re having with Yoongi; ones that make you soak up all of his joy.

And when he steals a sly look your way, one hand still on the top of the steering wheel, you can swear your heart stops.

You’ve loved him as long as you can remember really knowing him. Since you were both 12, bonding over games of tag and basketball and the spilling of secrets to each other. You’d sit beneath the big tree in his backyard and share the snacks you’d bought at the corner store. He’d always let you have the last chocolate.

The only secret you’ve ever kept from Yoongi is the matter of your infatuation, and you are pretty resolute in keeping it that way.

He is the single most important person in your life. He had been there with you through it all; when your parents split up at 13, when your dad got you your first car at 15, when your long time boyfriend cheated on you at 16, when your dream college denied you at 17, when you got a full ride scholarship to a smaller university outside of the city right after that, when you were drugged at a house party at 20, when you were diagnosed with depression at 21, and when you were accepted into your masters program at 22.

You needed him, and because of that, you could never tell him.

You pull into the gates that surround Bom’s neighborhood. Her parents are pretty wealthy, so they live on a golf course. As you pull up into the driveway, you see some other students milling about, catching Frisbee. There’s Eunha, Ireum, Ji-Ah, and Miyeun that you recognize from some of your classes, but there are a few more that you’ve never met.

After a few rounds of drinks and a few lost games of flip cup, you all head outside to the back patio with all of your schoolwork from the year. Bom turns on the bluetooth speaker and sets it on the railing. You take in the night air and gaze up at the sky, wishing there was a shooting star to wish upon.

“Alright, everyone,” Bom begins, “essays and lab reports first, then tests, then miscellaneous homework.” Yoongi helps you dig through your stack to fish out the cursed papers. You all toss the stapled packages into the fire pit, one by one, each hitting with a soft thud. Once everyone has thrown their woes into the pit, Bom tops it with actual firewood and unceremoniously sets the whole lot of it on fire. You gaze into the center of the flame, watching your entire year catch fire. All the hours you spent doing that research project, all the disappointment when your group members wouldn’t follow through. Gone, like it never existed.

Yoongi’s holding your hand in his, and he’s busy drawing little circles with his thumb on your palm. Your head rests soundly on his shoulder, and you sigh into him, comfortable in where you are. The whole group piles in more papers, as you lament about the shitty professors and the shitty group projects and the shitty caf’ food and the shitty grades. Yoongi turns into you and nuzzles gently on your forehead. You feel his soft lips graze your temple, breath warm on your skin, tingles rising through your body, and you’re right where you want to be. Under the moon’s gaze with the person you love.

Before long, the breeze sends a chill through you that even the fire won’t remedy. Yoongi feels your shiver and unceremoniously removes his hoodie and puts it on over you, pulling up the hood and kissing your forehead. You always love when you wear his jackets; they surround you in his warmth, his smell. A smile plays across your lips until you notice Yoongi’s goosebumps.

“Hey,” you pout, “I don't wanna wear this if you’re gonna be cold.”

“I don’t wanna wear it if you’re gonna be cold,” he snaps back, smiling.

“Here,” you say, standing up from your deck chair. You take the step to get you to Yoongi’s chair, and sit in his lap. “This way we can both be warm, yeah?”

It takes him a second, but he wraps his arms firmly around you again, mumbling a “yeah, that’s fine” when you glance at him over your shoulder.

Your attention is called back to the group with Bom asks if you’re going to the Summer Romance Festival by the river next weekend. She’s been pushing you to get yourself out there more. The last time you were in a real relationship was high school, after all.

“I’d love to go; I hear they have the most beautiful fireworks display,” you start, “but I don’t think I will this year.”

“Well,” Bom says, “Why not?!”

“Because I don’t have a date, Bom!” you say, covering your face in the sweater paws you’ve made from Yoongi’s hoodie. “I don’t think I could find one in enough time.”

“Ya, just get Yoongi to go with you! You already do everything together anyway,” Eunha quips.

You notice that the steady rise and fall of Yoongi’s chest has stopped.

“Hey, you know we’re just friends, right Yoongi?” you look to him for backup.

The man nods, looking down and to the left.

“Okay,” Ireum speaks up, “In that case, do you want to go with me?”

“Wait, what?” you say.

“Do you want to go to the Summer Romance Festival with me? As a date?”

Yoongi tenses beneath you.

“Oh, I don’t know…” you breathe, “Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent. We can even get dinner before we go. Not too much, though. I’ll want to get us a treat from one of the dessert stalls.” Ireum says with a soft smile.

“Yeah,” you say, smiling back at him, “Okay. We’ll go together.”

Yoongi stirs beneath you. “Hey, can you get off of me?”

“What, why?” you pout.

“I said get off.”

“Yoongi, wh--”

He doesn’t wait for you to finish before he abruptly stands up, forcing you to catch yourself. When you look back at him, he’s walking toward the French doors that lead back into the house.

“Ya! What was that about?”

He keeps walking. You storm after him and slam the door, trapping you both inside.

“Yoongi, I’m talking to you! What’s your fucking problem?”

He whirs around.

“Oh, I have a problem?”

“Well, it sure seems like it.” you spit back, hands on your hips.

“Why don’t you go talk about it with your date, huh?” he says, gesturing out the window to Ireum. “Don’t you have some details to work out? He gonna pick you up? You gonna let him hold your hand? On your nice little extra special romantic date? I guess I’ll just fuck right off and leave you two alone, yeah? That’s what you want, cause we’re just friends and all.”

“Yoongi, we… are friends! You’re my best friend!”

“Did you ever for a second think that I could want more?”

“What?!”

“I fucking love you, Y/N! Isn’t it obvious?! I’ve loved you since the 7th grade. You remember when we played spin the bottle at Ha-joon’s house? Do you remember when you kissed me?”

“Yoongi…”

“No, let me finish. Do you remember the frat party we crashed junior year? Remember when we got up onto the roof and made out until we fell asleep? And then you weren't there when I woke up so I walked back to my dorm and then we just pretended it never happened? What the fuck was that, Y/N?!”

You reach for his arm, but he backs up, flinching away from you.

“I am so in love with you it hurts!”

“Yoongi.”

“But I guess if that guy can make you happy, then whatever,” he sighs.

“Yoongi.”

“Go on your little date and have fun and I’ll just go write some more goddamn songs about you--”

“Yoongi!”

He stills, pain flashing through his eyes.

“Yoongi,” you say quietly, easing toward him, “I had no idea. I left the roof to go inside and get you some water. When I came back, you were gone. You had been drinking a lot that night… and I felt really bad because… I thought I had taken advantage of you… Ever since I first kissed you at Ha-joon’s house, I wanted to do it again. And again. And, you looked so good that night and up on the roof when you were laughing about the quarterback I just… I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I thought surely you didn’t want to actually be kissing me.”

“Why the fuck would I have kissed you back, then?”

“You were drunk, and I--” you’re cut off when he grabs your wrist.“I have wanted to kiss you every time I’ve seen you since you first kissed me,” he says, glancing down at your lips. ”I want to kiss you right now.”

You take no time in closing the distance between the two of you, your lips crashing desperately. You’ve tasted his kiss before, but this time feels different. His hands are winding through your hair, pulling you deeper into his kiss. You moan against his mouth, and he responds with his tongue teasing your lips, asking for entry. You grant it, and he explores. One of his hands holds your jaw, the other still intertwined with your hair. His tongue runs along your bottom lip before he sucks it in, drawing out a small whimper from you. Taking his hand from your jaw, he runs it down your neck and décolleté and then down over your stomach and latches it on your hip, sinking his fingers into your skin. He gives your hair a small tug, just enough to break the kiss and expose your neck. He breaks off and trails kisses up your jawline and then onto your neck, speaking in between kisses.

“You have… no idea how… much I’ve… wanted to tell… you everything,” he breathes onto your neck, and you feel a heat pooling in your panties.

“Please, Yoongi…” you say as you begin to run one hand under his shirt. He stops kissing and looks up at you with the softest expression.

“What is it?” he asks as he grabs both of your hands in his, bringing one of them up to his mouth to sprinkle kisses along your fingers.

“You…” you begin and sigh, “you have no idea how much I want you.”

He stills.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to, I’m sorry, I just…” he trails off, eyes getting lost in the way his jacket is draped on your figure.

Him eyeing you up doesn’t make it any better.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” you say, eyes pleading up at him. “I’m tired of waiting.”

After a beat, he sighs.

“Neither of us are waiting another minute,” he says, landing a quick peck on your lips and going across the room to the couch, grabbing the throw blanket that rests on the arm.

“Come on, I have an idea,” he says, grabbing your arm and leading you out of the front door, across the street, through someone’s back yard until you reach the top of a hill on the side of a fairway. You watch as he scans the area, holding the blanket tight. His gaze lingers on two hills near the green of whatever hole this is, where there are a few more trees and hills to block you from the sightline of those second story windows. He looks at you, eyes asking the question. You smile and nod, and that’s all he needs.

He tugs your hand and you both go running down the fairway, laughing along the way. Once you reach your spot, he quickly puts down the blanket and lays on it. You’re still standing at his feet, hands fiddling with the ends of the jacket sleeves.

He smiles up at you and holds his arms up in your direction and says, “come here, beautiful,” while doing little grabby hands.

You slowly walk up to where he’s laying and sit on top of his hips, feeling how hard he already is. His hand rests on your hip underneath the fabric of his jacket, the other holding the side of your face.

“Let me see you,” he says with a tinge of whine in his voice, and that gives you an idea.

You reach under the still zipped jacket and fiddle around. Yoongi looks up at you befuddled, the corners of his lips turning down slightly as he tries to figure out what’s going on. When your hands emerge, one is holding your strapless bra and the other is holding the halter top you had been wearing. You can’t believe you managed to unzip the back by yourself.

You throw the garments to the side, and watch as understanding hits his face. His eyes glaze over and he licks his lips, clearly shaken up by your little trick.

He carefully dips his fingers below the waistband of your shorts and eases them down. You put your weight on him and give him a few kisses as he continues to move them down your legs. Once they too have been tossed to the side, you sit back up, lips red and swollen from the kiss.

He gently reaches up to the zipper of the jacket and begins to slowly pull it down, letting the cool night air in. You feel your nipples harden at the exposure to both the night air and Yoongi’s hungry eyes. He swallows and licks his lips as he runs his eyes over every new inch of you that is revealed. Memorizing your form, your perked nipples, the way your chest rises with each anxious breath.

He reaches back up to the collar and eases one shoulder of fabric off. You move to take the rest off despite the cold, but he stills your hand with his.

“Keep it on, please. I love seeing you wear my clothes,” Yoongi says, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing them against his knuckles as you slowly grind your still covered core on his length. He groans in frustration, his pants getting tighter. You let go of his hand and run your fingers up beneath his white cotton v-neck, his ab muscles flinching under your touch. You help him remove his shirt, taking in the way his pale skin shines under the moonlight.

Seeing you look at him makes his cock twitch in his pants, and you think it’s time to provide him some relief.

You scoot back and start to undo his belt, getting low and staring up at him through your lashes. His breath hitches when you make eye contact with him, and then it starts to pick up as you undo the button and zipper. You shimmy down the denim, but leave his black boxer-briefs where they are.

You come back up to the waistband after releasing his jeans, and you take the elastic in between your teeth. You tug them down with your teeth while your hands pull them on the sides. His erection springs free, and he sucks in a fast breath when his cock meets the cool air. You take the opportunity to let your warm breath ghost over his throbbing cock, coaxing a deep groan from Yoongi. He puts his hand to your cheek, and you look up to meet his gaze.

“I don’t think I can last if you put me in your mouth, baby girl. We can do head next time,” Yoongi says, and your heart soars at the pet name. You ease back up so that you’re straddling him once more, and reflexively start to grind on him again.

“Please let me take care of you. Look how wet you are,” he says, running his fingers over your clothed slit, dipping one finger in to collect a bit of slick. He tastes his finger and says. “Yeah, we’re definitely going to need to do head next time.”

You blush at the thought of him buried between your thighs, vulgarly slurping up everything you have to give him. You clench just thinking about it, and Yoongi notices. He pulls your panties to the side, takes the head of his cock and presses it to your clit, teasing your entrance. His precum mixes with your wetness, and you can’t resist him any more. You’ve resisted him for years, and you’re done.

You slowly ease yourself down on his cock, only making it halfway down before you have to wait for you to adjust. You both look at each other; Yoongi’s jaw is set and his eyebrows are furrowed together. Your mouth drops open as you raise and lower yourself again, feeling the delicious stretch that accompanies it. You bottom out and begin setting a slow and gentle pace.

Your body is rolling steadily, moonlight creating beautiful shadows on your body as you take him in over and over. As many times as you’ve dreamed of this, you still didn’t fathom it being this good or it feeling this right.

Yoongi is everything you had imagined he would be and then some. The way he is looking up at you, the way his soft little moans escape every time you bottom out, the way his eyebrows furrow together at the sight of your dripping heat enveloping him. Perfection.

He takes his hands and trails them up the curve of your waist, stopping just below your breasts. He runs his thumbs over your nipples, making you shudder and arch your back, pushing your chest into his hands. He palms them, kneading little circles around your areolas.

You lean forward, putting your weight on him again, and he meets you eagerly with another kiss. He wraps his arms around your back, keeping himself under the jacket, and you pick up the rhythm. Yoongi scratches his nails all the way down your back. Once he gets to your ass, he cups it, squeezing gently. You place your forehead against his, and your eyes meet.

“Y/N,” he whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “you look so beautiful on top of me like this. Please let me see this sight for the rest of my life.” You whimper at the praise, and pick up the pace.

“Please,” he continues, small grunts mixing in with his words, “Don’t wake up tomorrow and pretend like this never happened. Please... don’t break my heart,” he pleads.

“Not a chance, Yoon. I can never let you go. You’re everything to me. You’ve always been.”

“Baby, I am so close. Can I--”

“Come with me, Yoongi. Let’s do it together,” you say. Yoongi’s hands are on your hips and he’s thrusting up into you with an unrelenting pace. At this angle, you can feel his head graze against your cervix with each thrust, sending white spots in your vision.

You both reach your end at the same time, breaths mingling as you come down from your highs. You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat gradually slow. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head and sighs into your hair.

“So…” he begins, “do you wanna go to the festival with me?” Yoongi asks.

“Are you gonna pick me up? Let me hold your hand? Have a nice little special romantic date?” you fire back, trying your best to sound like him. You sit up on your arm, letting your hair hang over to one side, and watch the light dance in his eyes as he laughs.

“Yeah,” he laughs, “I might even get us a little snack from one of the desert vendors.”

[damnlance]

[klance blurb thingy 1]

{PINING}

please tell me why lance is the ‘obviously pining from far away’ type

especially when keith’s around

like okay imagine lance and keith are hanging out with all their friends right

probably at some cute, old little diner because lance is always in the mood for a milkshake and keith loves spending all his coins on the pinball machine

of course when they get there, they all cram into one booth even tho shiro and hunk have the broadest shoulders of the group and trying to spread out is a little hard but they always make it work

lance will order drinks and food for the whole table because he’s memorized everyone’s orders and his irresistible ✨charm✨ comes in handy when he goes out on a limb to ask their waiter or waitress for an extra basket of fries on the house

and yeah it works bc it’s lance and he’s so charming and loves the way it gets mixed reactions from his friends like allura giggling, hunk sighing, pidge rolling her eyes, shiro ignoring him but also being secretly happy for the free fries, coran being the proud uncle he is, and keith - blushing like a mad man and trying to hide it bc lance is an idiot

as they’re waiting for their food, lance will ask for a kids coloring page and crayons and color the various pictures with hunk and pidge (and hunk would kick lance’s ass at tic-tac-toe)

keith will wander off with allura and coran as they watch him play on the pinball machine with his pocket full of quarters ready to play for as long is it takes the food to be done

and it’s so annoying how good he is because allura and coran will cheer for him or laugh or praise him and it’ll immediately grab lance’s attention away from coloring his half of the kid’s coloring page

he’ll slowly look up, pretending to be looking out for their food or watching one of the various tv’s playing some funky music video from the 80’s but really his eyes are glued to keith

and lance won’t ever understand how something as simple and played out as a stinkin pinball machine could bring out a side of keith that lance wishes he could see all the time

keith, standing there with his gloved hands on either side of the machine, long black hair tucked behind his ear on one side as his bangs dangle over his stupidly gorgeous violet eyes, his thick eyebrows frowned up as he concentrates on the game

smirk on his face

and sometimes, when the game’s getting good, his eye will light up like lightning flashing across a dark, stormy sky, and his lip will curl into a smirk as he leans closer to the machine because he’s winning

that’s when lance just can’t bring himself to look away because keith looks so cute when he’s winning, like a little kid in a candy shop, his features usually hard and brooding are now so soft and pure and beautiful

and something inside lance will go off and make the hairs on his arms stand up and a chill go down his spine and a small smile spread across his face because keith’s smile is so pretty he should smile more why doesn’t he smile more it’s so contagious lance feels lightheaded

he can’t look away because his heart is beating so fast and if he so much as takes a breath or blinks, he’s afraid he’ll miss these little moments that no one else pays attention to because they’re all too dense to notice just how amazing keith is

how cool keith is

how cute and pretty and wonderful keith is

and lance will let out a lovestruck sigh as he slumps forward and begins to daydream about how great life would be if he and keith ever got together even though that’s literally impossible because lance is very sure keith hates his guts and doesn’t want anything to do with him 😔

but the greatest part is when keith does win! and the small smile on his face turns into something big and real and unfiltered and he balls his gloved fists and shakes them victoriously in the air as coran and allura clap and pat him on the back

and lance will silently cheer from where he sits in the booth, laughing and smiling along with keith, wishing he was over there to celebrate too

wishing he could pat keith’s back or give him a high five or a hug, anything to be near him and to see that beautiful smile up close, to feel the warmth from keith’s happy energy radiating into lance’s bones

oh, how lance wishes to be keith’s

how he wishes he could just drop all the stupid rivalry crap between them and be something more

something real

and of course the moment would be ruined when keith catches him STARING (because he’s been staring for like 5 minutes) and lance’s inner bi panic would activate and he would frown at keith for catching him and reflexively flip him the middle finger as if it was keith’s fault for catching him

keith would frown back and roll his eyes as he turns back around to play again

and lance would sit there, trying so hard to calm his erratic heart, pounding against his rib cage like it’s trying to burst out of his chest

his cheeks and ears would be so red and hot from the flush that came and rose from his neck

and he would try to play it off like it suddenly got hot in the fifteen minutes they’ve been inside

clearing his throat, lance would try to go back to coloring but would stop because he can feel eyes on him

he’d look up to see if they were keith’s but would ultimately find that they are not keith’s

but instead hunk’s, pidge’s, and shiro’s, the three of them staring and smirking at lance who’s been pining so hard from far away

and lance would clear his throat and pretend he had something on his face, wiping his cheek and grabbing his vanilla milkshake and setting it right in front of his face to cool him down

when the food comes, keith will let allura and coran slide into the booth first and sit down so he would be directly across from lance

their friends would engage in small talk as they eat, talking about how good their food is or something else that would pop into their minds

keith would eat his burger and fries in silence, only looking up if someone were to mention or call his name

and lance would do the same, too engaged in dipping his hot, salty fries into his creamy milkshake to pay attention to the conversations going on

but something would catch his attention

a feeling

he can feel eyes on him again

and he would look over to hunk and pidge and shiro, who are all talking over each other all at once

he would look to allura and coran, who are listening and stuffing their faces

and then those piercing blue eyes would look up and across from him

and find those gorgeous violet eyes on him like the skin on his bones

blood would rush to his cheeks but instead of looking away, lance would stare back

and watch keith turn into a flustered mess

lance would smirk and keith would present his signature frown in response

and lance would get a sudden rush of courage in his veins and push his free basket of fries towards keith, offering him some

keith would twist his bushy eyebrows up in confusion, asking lance if he’s sure

and lance would nod, shaking the basket of free fries

keith would relax his features

and smile softly at lance, reaching over his own food to take a couple of fries

something deep in lance would burn low, a feeling of satisfaction simmering within him, knowing that keith is eating his free fries because lance offered them and keith accepted

keith would shove the fries into his mouth and lance would stare shamelessly, drinking his milkshake and daydreaming once again about what it would be like to share every single basket of fries he would ever get in his life with keith

of course keith would pretend not to notice lance staring and ignore the sudden spike in his pulse or the butterflies dancing around in his stomach

and because he’s keith, he would [not so] accidentally brush his foot against lance’s underneath the table just to get a reaction out of the cuban boy

lance would jolt a little and meet eyes with keith in surprise

keith would have that same smirk on his face from when he was playing pinball

and lance would reciprocate the gesture, paying no mind to the voice in the back of his head giving him hope

he would simply smirk back, and quirk his eyebrow in a challenge

[END]

[brutal-nemesis]

Getting Tortured by a Ghost 😳

If you remember the tags on this post, you know what’s about to go down :)

Character Picrews

Ingredients: spooky ghost shenanigans, implied mistreatment of mental hospital patients (really just funky spooky messed up mental hospital stuff), tooth pulling, temporary paralyzation, noncon stripping/clothes change, needles

Honestly, Finn didn’t mind the dare. He’d never scared easily, and he was actually excited to get to spend the night exploring the abandoned mental hospital. The multiple reports of hauntings didn’t faze him; all that stuff was bogus. He was more afraid of getting caught trespassing than he was of creaking doors and gusts of wind. 

The place absolutely had the look of a generic haunted building, hallways filled with abandoned, dusty objects and rooms cluttered with debris. He wandered around, his bright flashlight making it easy to see in the dark building. He was on the second floor now, walking down a long hallway lined with doors. On a whim, he opened one and stepped inside.

The room must have been for examination or something of the sort. There was a padded chair sort of like you’d see at the dentist in the center of the room, with cabinets and shelves lining the walls. Finn looked inside a few and wasn’t surprised to see rusty tools intended for...something medical. He assumed. Turning around, he looked at the chair again. You know what, it would be a good spot for one of the selfies he was supposed to take every hour or so to prove he’d stayed the whole night. Shrugging off his bag, he used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe the thick layer of dust off of the chair. 

When it was about as clean as it was going to get, Finn plopped down and pulled out his phone. After finding a good angle that showed off the room, too, he put on his most confident smirk and took the picture. He briefly glanced at the photo to make sure it was good and went to put his phone back in his pocket. Unfortunately, he somehow managed to miss his pocket completely and ended up dropping his phone on the ground. Signing, he bent over the edge of the chair to pick it up, but while doing this, he noticed something...odd.

There were strips of leather dangling from the edges of the chair. They had holes, like a belt would. But what were they...Finn jumped up out of the chair, backing away from it in horror. Now that he looked at them, those were definitely for...for…strapping someone down. To think that people, very sick people, but people nonetheless, had been restrained here was...frightening. Not because that magically meant that their ghosts were going to manifest, but because something awful had happened here. He collected his belongings quickly, wanting to get away from the unsettling chair. 

But right as he was about to start walking out, the door slammed closed. All on its own.

No, no, there was an explanation, it was drafty in here, the doors in his house had done that sometimes if he had a window open or something. He’d be able to open it just fine, reach for the handle, twist, and pull...pull…pull...

Why wasn’t it opening it’s like it was bolted shut from the other side but these doors didn’t have those kind of locks at least he thought so maybe they did and he didn’t notice and it had locked by accident he’d be fine someone would come looking for him in the morning he’d be fi-

Behind him, the lights flickered on. Lights that weren’t supposed to be working because this building hadn’t had power in decades. He had to be dreaming at this point, there was no way this was real, maybe there was some weird gas leaking in somewhere and he was hallucinating because this can’t be real this can’t be real. But, to be sure the light wasn’t really on...

Finn stifled a cry of surprise as he saw the room behind him. It had become completely spotless, everything in fantastic repair, gleaming metal tools laid out on the countertops, the chair no longer losing stuffing. But that wasn’t what scared him most. No, no it was the woman standing next to the chair, dressed as a nurse with a clipboard in her hand, smiling at him warmly.

“Good evening, Mr. Waltersson. Won’t you please sit down?” 

“How do you know my-you’re not real.” Finn gripped his flashlight tightly to keep his hands from shaking as he backed up into the door. “You’re not real and I’m not sitting in that fucking chair.”

“Now, now, that won’t do, Mr. Waltersson,” the nurse tutted. “You need to sit down so we can get started on your treatment.”

“I don’t need treatment I’m not a patient here and this place is abandoned and this isn’t real.” 

“Those delusions of yours will need to be corrected,” the nurse muttered as she wrote on her clipboard. “And you,” she looked up, pointing at him, “need to sit down.”

And in that instant, Finn found himself sitting in that infernal chair. He tried to get up, run away, anything, but he found he couldn’t move a muscle. “Wh-what the fuck let me go-”

“Patient resisted treatment and had to be restrained,” The nurse said as she wrote, waving a hand towards the chair. Finn looked on in horror as the leather straps rose up all by themselves and slowly started to encircle him. He commanded his body to move, to squirm, to get away before it was too late, but it stayed impossibly still. He could only watch as the straps slowly tightened around him, first his ankles, then his thighs, then his wrists, and then his chest. He felt a final one slither over his forehead, and right after it had tightened, he found he could move again. He struggled and squirmed desperately, but the straps wouldn’t give. He was trapped.

“There we go. Now let’s get you changed and the treatment can start.” Finn’s eyes widened in fear.

“You can’t-you can’t do this to me this isn’t real-”

“Isn’t it?” She was looking right at him, and for the first time he saw her eyes, or lack thereof, gaping coal black voids that bored right into him. She snapped her fingers, and suddenly Finn’s clothes were gone, replaced with a flimsy hospital gown. He shivered in the sudden chill, feeling uncomfortably exposed.

“What the fu-give me my clothes back!” 

“We wouldn’t want to get blood on them, now would we?”

“Blood-you can’t hurt me you’re not real!” Finn wasn’t sure if he was protesting or trying to reassure himself at this point, but it didn’t matter, because this wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. He’d snap out of it soon, he was sure of it, because she was going to try to hurt him and it wouldn’t work because you can’t feel pain in dreams, as real as the leather straps and hospital gown felt, they weren’t real, they weren’t, and he was going to wake up from this awful nightmare soon.

“Let’s begin the treatment, shall we?” The woman pulled on a pair of latex gloves, and Finn flinched at the snap they made. “You need to make peace with reality, Mr. Waltersson, and this will help you with that.” She waved a finger, and a scalpel levitated off the counter and started to approach Finn’s arm. He tried his best to remain calm, reminding himself that she couldn’t hurt him because this was all just in his head.

The cold tip of the scalpel pressed into the flesh of his arm, fuck it felt so real, and as it started to move downwards, slicing into him, he couldn’t help but gasp at the pain because there was pain it was real this was real but no no it couldn’t be there’s no such thing as ghosts but how, how else could this be happening to him? The scalpel made multiple cuts in his arm, each one burning more than the last.

“How are you feeling, Mr. Waltersson? Ready to accept reality yet?” The nurse leaned over him, a deceptively warm smile on her face.

“This isn’t-just because this hurts doesn’t mean it’s real. I-I could have been injured some other way and my brain is trying to justify it because there’s no such thing as ghosts,” he said through gritted teeth. 

“Oh dear,” she sighed. “It looks like you’ll need something more...intense. But before that…” she reached out to touch him, but her hand passed right through, filling the area with an unbearable cold. She laughed darkly and sat right on top of his lap, passing through him but not the chair. All he ended up feeling was a horrible icy chill and a slight pressure. 

“Get off of me. Real nurses don’t do this, anyway,” Finn growled, trying to disguise his fear and discomfort.

“The rules stopped applying to me a long time ago, Mr. Waltersson. In fact, I don’t know if they ever did.” Finn’s skin crawled as her gloved hand traced up along his body, leaving a trail of icy cold in its wake. It settled around his throat, the cold and pressure making it slightly difficult for him to breathe. “You’re too stubborn for your own good. But I suppose that makes it more fun for me. I’ve always liked the feisty ones.” Finn’s eyes widened in fear. If this woman was a ghost, had she...had she treated patients like this? The thought terrified him more than his current, very much not-real predicament did. 

At least, until he saw a pair of pliers floating towards him, the nurse smiling at him as they did. “Open wide.” He clamped his mouth shut tightly, fruitlessly trying to turn his head away. She sighed, and he soon felt the pliers pinch his nose shut, making it impossible for him to breathe. Finn held out for as long as he could, but eventually he caved, opening his mouth and gulping in air to relieve his burning lungs. The pliers wormed into his mouth, clamping one of his lower molars in their jaws.

All the while, the nurse watched him with a sick smile on her face, her aura of warm professionalism starting to disappear. Finn whined, hyperventilating as the pliers began to yank at his tooth. He’d needed to have a tooth pulled as a kid, so the intense pressure was familiar, but the accompanying pain was something horribly, horribly new. It exploded in his mouth when the tooth finally came out, and he felt tears leak from his eyes. This...this was far too intense to be anything but reality. The ghost laughed maniacally, but he could barely hear it over the sound of his own cries. 

When he had started to calm down, she leaned in, her face right in front of his. “Well, Mr. Waltersson, do you understand now?”

“I-I understand that you’re a sadistic bitch,” Finn said as blood dripped from his mouth. He tried to spit it in her face, but it passed right through and ended up all over the gown. She just smiled.

“I’ll take that as a yes. The fear behind your bravado is all too obvious.” She stood and waved a hand, summoning a bottle from one of the cabinets. “Let’s get you taken care of, then.” The bottle unscrewed itself and dumped part of its contents on Finn’s injured arm. The wounds lit up with a horrible, stinging pain, and he fought the urge to scream. He tried to stay as still as possible as a bandage wound around his arm, just wanting to get this nightmare over with. 

His resolve faltered as a syringe floated into view, already filled with...something.

“W-wait no what the fuck is in that thing don’t you dare-”

“Shhh, it’s alright, it’s just a sedative. Come and play with me again, won’t you, Finnegan?” She placed her hand in his as the needle slid into the crook of his elbow, injecting its contents into his veins.

“I abso...lutely...will…not…” he gasped as he slid into unconsciousness.

Finn jolted awake what felt like seconds later, so startled to find himself still in the chair that he fell out of it. He stayed on his hands and knees for a moment, his mind racing. That...that hadn’t fucking happened, had it? He was back in his own clothes, thank God, but his arm and lower jaw were in a suspicious amount of pain. He reached with his tongue, and...his tooth was gone. He stood and carefully pulled off his hoodie to find his arm bloodied and bandaged. So then...that was all real, the pain and the chair and the straps and the pliers and the ghost nurse and her horribly empty eyes.

A terrible thought formed in the back of his mind. He pulled out his phone with shaking hands, going to the photo app. There, in the selfie he took right before everything went to shit...it was faint, but there was definitely someone standing behind him. But that wasn’t what scared him most. No, it was the photo that was taken after it. 

It was of him, lying in the chair, still restrained and wearing the bloodied hospital gown, very much unconscious.

He finally let himself scream.

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