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tangylemonade · 3 months

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Worth It

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Wonwoo Drabble

Smut

No idea how many words. I didn’t even proofread this. I’m trying to slowly get back into writing with a few drabbles but idk. I wrote this after the Wonwoo live where he talked about breaking his glasses. My dirty mind wrote this right away but I only just got around to posting it.

Wonwoo’s hands frantically squeezed every curve of your body.

His lips were hot against skin.

Frantically he wanted all of you.

Your shirt lifted above your head allowed the cold air to perk your nipples while his gentle fingers left buzzing along your bare skin.

Careful not to break another pair of glasses today, you took a moment to gently take off Wonwoo glasses and place them on the vanity behind you.

The vanity was scattered with the makeup you were supposed to be putting on him for his live schedule later but the idea of ravishing each other behind a hopefully locked door was more tempting.

You missed each other too much to wait.

Wonwoo pulled your legs around his waist lifting you against his body. You felt his arousal pressing deliciously into your heat.

Moaning into the kiss was all you could do as your mind spun frantically in anticipation.

The warmth of your supple bare skin against him was al consuming for Wonwoo. Without a thought he placed you on the vanity nocking a few of the things to the ground and crushing a few others.

His strong hand on the small of our back kept you pressed into him as he slid up your skirt before unbuttoning his pants.

“Won..”

His name rested unfinished on your lips as he pushed into you. You threw your head back, forgetting yourself in the pleasure.

“Shhhh…” he said, reminding you that you two weren’t the only people in this building. Normally Wonwoo would love to hear you screaming for him but for the sake of the quicky, silence was unfortunately required.

“Fuuuck…” you moaned through gritted teeth as his rhythmic strokes already had you seeing stars.

Your slick cunt was tight around his throbbing cock, both of you only just realizing how long it’d been.

He said his own selection of curses into your neck as he peppered your skin with hot kisses.

“Mhhh…Wonwoo…” was all you could say as pleasure ripped through your body leaving you thoughtless and out of breath. Wonwoo followed soon after with a grunt before resting his tired head on your shoulder.

After catching your breath and reorganizing your clothes on your body you begin to clean the mess Wonwoo had tossed to the floor.

“Oh this palette is totaled.” You said with a laugh.

“Thankfully I think that’s all that’s bro-“ you gasped, cutting your sentence off as you kneeled down to pick up Wonwoo’s glasses. Well, one of the pieces of his glasses. The other piece had somehow slid to the other side of the room.

You held out both pieces to him with apologetic eyes.

He threw his head back in gorgeous laughter.

“So fucking worth it.” He said taking the two pieces from you and examining them.

“Got any tape?”

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lyralit · 2 years

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sunny reading asks!

🥞 favourite book? and why

🍯 comfort character(s)

🍞 favourite author

💫 last book you read

🌼 favourite genre

✨ least favourite genre

🌾 tropes that make you go "asfgrthgj"

🧸 tropes you would kill if you could

🌻 comfort book

🍰 series you've spent the most money on

🐥 series you regret reading

🌤 fandoms you're a part of

🌞 book you mean to read but haven't yet

💛 book you recommend

🍋 fictional crush(es)

🥐 book character you want to be

🕯️ book character you would kill if you could

🌙 death in a book you would take back

☀️ character you would marry

🥂 scene you could go on and on about

⚜️ (not so) secret book guilty pleasure

💡 book you wish you could read again for the first time

⚡ book to erase from your mind

🌩 favourite read in genre you don't normally read

🔅 character you base your personality on

✏️ otp

🍻 song that remind you of your otp

🌟 favourite fanfic

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mouschiwrites · 5 months

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Hi! It’s 🍋

So if you’ve still got slots I would love a matchup, if possible for South Park! Romantic, and I’m homosexual 🫶. I’m 5’2, ftm and pretty heavyset! My hobbies are writing (poetry/fanfic), drawing, sculpting and reading. I’m super into video games and music!!! I like to cook and clean a TON, doing it idly when I’m thinking or listening to true crime podcasts or something. I’m pretty ambiverted, never going out of my way to make new friends (irl that is) but I’m super polite! I love listening to people talk!

I hope that’s enough but not too much!!! Have a great day, dude! 💖

YAY it’s always good to see returning friends! I match you with:

Butters Stotch!!

Some headcanons:

Butters is absolutely enchanted by you

You’re just so talented!! He could spend hours admiring a single piece of your work

And he has; sometimes you’ll catch him gazing admiringly at gifts you made for him

He’s also 100% down to let you draw on him if you want

He’s also stoked that you like video games and reading

He loves to geek out with you and share recommendations

Another factor that’s got him hooked on you is your politeness

He thinks it’s admirable that you’re nice to everyone, always giving them the benefit of the doubt

It’s very different from the attitudes he’s seen at school…

So, as a kind little fellow himself, he can fully appreciate that you’re two of a kind :)

He also loves ranting around you

You’re the listening ear he secretly longs for

Whether it’s a video game or trouble at home, he knows he can trust you to really listen to what he’s saying

You’re like a packet of paradise for him in that sense

Just a break from everything; a break with someone who understands, someone who listens, someone who can relate

When he first heard you listening to a true crime podcast while cleaning, he was shaking in his boots

So he stayed away from you while you cleaned, saving the “thank you”s for when you finish, turning the podcast off

But after a while he finds himself getting interested in them, and he lingers longer when he stumbles upon you cleaning

Eventually he decides to join you, and you delight at his dramatic reaction to the details of the case

He loves to call you “Mr. Artist,” “sweetie,” or “honey”

And he’ll melt if you call him “Mr. Handsome,” “baby,” or even just his name

He’s just obsessed with you (and your interests) tbh, especially because you’re so similar

A drabble!!

“What are you doing?”

You pulled out an earbud. “Just drawing.”

“Are you listening to a scary podcast?”

You grinned. He called your true crime podcasts “scary podcasts,” though you doubted that they really scared him anymore. Case in point:

“Can I listen?”

You scooted over, nodding cordially. He nestled beside you, gathering his legs up by his chest and leaning against you. “Can I watch you draw too?”

“Of course. Thank you for asking,” you planted a quick kiss on Butters’ cheek, your heart fluttering a little at his giddy response. His cheeks went ruddy with joy as his eyes scanned your sketchbook.

The podcast you were listening to finished. In the brief pause before another one started up, Butters jumped at the opportunity to compliment you, as always.

“You’re so good at drawing,” he gawked, hooking your arms together in an attempt to get even closer.

You turned your head a little, about to give him another kiss as a “thank you,” but he turned his head just as quickly, beating you to it with a kiss on the lips.

“Mr. Artist,” he chirped, nuzzling his head back into the crook of your neck.

“Thank you, Mr. Handsome,” you reciprocated, leaning your head against his.

A giggle bubbled from Butter’s lips, bringing a little chuckle out of you, too. You both laughed even more when the podcast—as if on cue—promptly detailed a particularly morose scene.

“Talk about juxtaposition!”

Your laughter overtook you both, and you abandoned both sketchbook and earbuds, literally rolling on the floor together until your stomachs ached.

And a song!

First Date (blink-182)

In the car, I just can't wait

To pick you up on our very first date

Is it cool if I hold your hand?

Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?

Do you like my stupid hair?

Would you guess that I didn’t know what to wear?

…

Let’s go, don’t wait

This night’s almost over

Honest, let’s make

This night last forever

Yippee! I’m so lucky to have supporters like you my dear, I truly hope you enjoyed this!!

(divider by saradika)

#south park #south park x reader #butters stotch #butters stotch x reader #butters x reader

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lytersgroove · 1 year

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where would y’all recommend a 🧬 from for a backpack for college classes, needs to be big enough to hold a 15 inch laptop. i’m completely blanking on places that sell backpacks rn LMAO

i think lulu🍋 has nice backpacks? do they typically work for 🧬’s?

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archersarrow-tarot · 6 months

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🌞| THE SUN |🌞

🔆 Can also be referred to as:

• Le Soliel • Sol (Roman mythology) • Helios (Greek mythology • Phoebus (Greek mythology) • Phoebus Apollo (Greek mythology) •

| The SUN 🌞 TAROT |

☀️ (Upright) The SUN tarot card indicates vitality, positivity, success, warmth, achievements, abundance, optimism, fulfillment, new beginnings, fun, joy, fertility, true happiness, and growth. Things going your way!

🌞 (REVERSED:) false impressions, sadness, low vitality, lack of clarity.

☀️ your | S U N | sign ☀️

(In your Birth Chart)

🌞 Your S U N sign within your birth chart will enlighten you on multiple aspects of who you are; your true core self.

The SUN will explore all the things that make you - well, you.

| S E L F |

Your ego, your personal identity, your individuality and how you choose to express it, your pride, how you present yourself to others, your main purpose in this life, your drive and inner will, self-expression, your courage, consciousness, integrity, stamina, and self-image.

🌞 | S U N | water ☀️🌊

**Here are some ingredients you can add to your Sun water as a boost; these are *OPTIONAL**

| 🌿 H E R B S 🪴 |

Cinnamon, chamomile, bergamot, St. John’s wart, oak, cedar.

Sunflowers, buttercups, heliotropes, marigolds, daylily.

| 🍋 F R U I T S 🍊 |

Lemon peels.

Orange peels

Grapefruit

Lime

| 💎 C R Y S T A L S 🪨 |

(Note: it is not recommended toadd the crystals to the water directly; but to put along side of container the help with the charging process.)

Sunstone

Tigers Eye

Orange Calcite

Citrine

Carnelian

Red Agate

Diamond

| how to M A K E your S U N water |

☀️ Leave water on sunny windowsill or outside.

🌞 Glass jars or containers are recommended; mason jars are ideal. tryk to find a container that comes with a tight, resealable lid.

☀️ Place water jar/container either outside in direct sunlight; or in a window sill, or some area inside where the water will be in direct rays of the sun.

🌞 It is recommended to leave your sun water in the sun light from sunrise until sunset.

🌼 if you aren’t able to leave the water in the sun from rise to set; try to at least be sure that the container is in direct sunlight for at least a few hours - do this during the times of day when the sun is at its brightest and hottest. (examples being 3pm and 12pm)

🌼 Can be used for:

Healing, courage, strength, truth, clairvoyance, leadership, confidence, comfort, energy, health, focus, compassion, motivation, creativity, cleansing, self-love, prosperity, luck, happiness, fertility, justice, and justice.

Can be utilized with rituals and spells.

🌞 | S U N | 🌞

charging…

What can I charge?

Crystals 💎

Spell work tools 🗡🕯

SUN salt🧂

Sun water 💦

Sun tea 🫖

🌞 Sun charging will be done by putting whatever item you wish to charge in drect sunlight.

🔆 You can do this by leaving item outside during the daytime or by putting it in a window sill or somewhere that the sunlight will reach it.

🌞 You can leave item there from sunrise to sunset; or at least for a few hours; Try to have item in the sunlight during the brightest, strongest hours of the day for the sun. Examples would be: 9am, 12pm, and 3pm.

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safetycar-restart · 2 years

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Hiiiii 🍋 here! This is bit long bc head full many thoughts and also im v wordy sorry

The Seb pitch!! (With fair dosage of Charles and a bit of Lance in the mix oops)

I was thinking past d/s au setting bc it has BEWITCHED me it literally feels like all the itches scratched at once but I digress

I have a lot of feelings about late Ferrari Seb and just. The whole strain of it and how much of a relief it would’ve been to have an outlet like this, an opportunity to just let go. He is curious and even excited, at first, when Ferrari brings in a professional Dom. It will certainly be good for Charles who is on the verge of snapping constantly by then, and will hopefully be very good for him—he’d get to let some steam off for once, follow instructions and just not. Think. At all.

It doesn’t exactly feel right from the get-go, but maybe—maybe it’s normal. Maybe it’s not supposed to, maybe he’ll get used to it, this is a professional, surely, they know what they’re doing, right? Right? But time goes by, and it doesn’t get better, and it feels like someone reaches inside his ribcage every time to rummage about with dirty hands with no regard of what’s inside, and afterwards he always feels used and abandoned and in pieces and usually with a complete wreckage that is Charles on his hands as well, because apparently what happens to them after they finish a scene is not their Dom’s problem.

So he does his own research, and then he goes to the bat with the management to remove this psycho, but nothing happens. The contract is signed for a year already, and in any case, they come highly recommended, maybe he just doesn’t get it, maybe he just needs to try harder?

He tries ignoring the sessions. The problem is, he feels antsy without them, even as bad as they were, restless, and after the third one he’s skipped he gathers enough strength to come pick Charles up, because realistically he can’t be doing too good, what with no aftercare and Seb not there to keep an eye on him afterwards at least a little.

It’s not just not too good—it’s bad. Charles ends up in a cage with a tiger when Seb’s not there, and it takes such a toll on him it’s actually alarming, but he refuses to skip the sessions—he just can’t. But could Seb, maybe, go with him every once in a while? Please? So he wouldn’t be so scared and alone in there?

And it’s not like Seb does half-measures, and to be fair ‘every once in a while’ wouldn’t’ve cut it anyways, so he returns. His body gets less shaky after that, but his skin is still crawling sometimes, and he still gets a lapful of sobbing Charles every time and is completely helpless to do anything about it but keep going and trying to comfort and protect him as best he can.

Then he changes teams. He barely needs half a look at Lance to know that if push comes to shove, he’d have the same exact problem on his hands, and to know that he’d protect him, too, because how can he not? Aston Martin has changed the Dom at Lance’s request, which is encouraging, because at least they listen to their drivers if something is wrong, but also unnerving, because there is no way to know if the new Dom is actually any better without testing it out on their own skins.

The problem is, he is so tired. Has been, for years now.

He comes into the session squared up as if this is the last fight he ever fights, Lance half a step behind him, eyes wary—and you know immediately something is not right. You could’ve chalked it up to being anxious in the face of the unknown if neither of them has subbed before, but you know for a fact that they did, for a full year, and your heart clenches at the thought of what sort of damage had been done for them to come in like that. You’re prepared to go slow, as slow as you possibly can—take them out for a coffee, discuss their limits in as much detail as you can get, assure them that they’re free to set their boundaries and you will respect them, do some non-sexual subbing for quite some time before moving forward. You expect it to be a ride and a half before you get them to be comfortable with you.

The thing is, Seb is so exhausted. He doesn’t realise the extent of it himself, not really, but you can see him slip up, strain to be present during discussions; he admits he doesn’t sleep very well.

“Why don’t you lie down while Lance and I talk things through?” you tell him, and he kind of eyes you and lifts his eyebrows.

“Is that an order?”

“Do I need to make it an order?” you ask, and he starts smiling at that. Shakes his head slightly. You tell him to pass you the pillow from the couch and lay it on your lap. He looks at you curiously again when you gesture at the pillow, but lies down without questioning it.

He is really tired—enough for him to fall asleep in a minute or two, you and Lance quietly talking through some of his remaining concerns. You notice you’ve started to play with Seb’s hair only when Lance smiles at that.

“Did I say you could get up?” you ask when Seb wakes up, and he blinks at you, disoriented at first, but then smiles and lies back down.

“Sorry,” he says, flushing a little. You get him to stay on the couch with you for the rest of the session and even beyond as far as his schedule would allow. He starts to fidget when it gets dangerously close to his next meeting, but you tell him to relax and trust you to know how to take care of him. He looks up at you and swallows. Nods.

It’s the moment you win him over—because all he wanted for so long was for someone to take care of him, even if just for a bit, take the responsibility from his shoulders for just one moment. He almost collapses into your hands as a result, willing to give you whatever you ask of him, and you actually have to hold him back a little because of how eager he is to give back twofold.

It also becomes your thing after that—him lying in your lap, whether it’s because he needs rest, or is lapping at your fingers while Lance helps you get him off, or hides his face in your knees while sitting before you on his heels, whining and straining not to come as a plug is buzzing away deep inside of him and you pull at his hair gently, telling him what a good boy he is, taking it so well for you.

Holy fuck 🍋 this is INCREDIBLE. Seriously this is so SO good I can’t even.... I am so impressed holy fuck.

Ok ok I’m gonna do my best to add some thoughts but I honestly don’t know how I can make this any better because it’s so fucking good.

Seb always trying to look after Charles is so sad but he can’t stop himself. He has to protect charles. Even though he’s so hurt himself, he has to.

I also think that watching Charles get worse and worse also makes it so much worse for Seb? Cause Charles is just.... falling apart.

Seb can turn away and refuse to be dommed and yes he’ll have some negative consequences and eventually have to go back, but at least he can function for a while. Charles can’t. Charles can’t function AT ALL.

And yeah eventually he just has to go back. It’s not any better than it was before. He hates it. And the worst is, he can’t even allow himself to drop deep into subspace and ignore it all, because he has to look out for Charles.

Their aftercare is just Charles sobbing in his chest as he tries desperately to comfort them both.

So yeah, he’s not exactly optimistic with Aston Martin.

While I do think lance had his own problems with aston’s previous Dom, they weren’t as bad as seb’s problems. Which is why lance isn’t quite as bad as Seb when you meet them both.

It breaks your heart to see how Seb immediately pushes lance behind him, trying to protect him. That lets you know immediately that Seb expects you to hurt them.

You sit them down and start to tell them how you work, and you can see how seb’s shoulders start dropping. It’s like the moment his body realises that he’s sort of safe with you, he immediately just drops.

He doesn’t even feel safe, but his mind seems to believe you’re not going to hurt him or lance, and so can’t keep the walls up anymore.

Seb is so surprised when you ask him to lay down. He never expected that. If anything, he thought you might be angry with him for not paying attention.

He’s hesitant to lay on your lap when you offer it, but then you go to the cupboard and fetch a soft, fluffy blanket. And well, a soft pillow on your lap and you have such a nice blanket and honestly he’s just.... he’s so tired.

So he lays down, snuggling against the blanket when you drape it over him and he’s asleep so quickly.

You play with his hair as you discuss things with lance. Lance is weary of you, but much less so now that you have Seb napping on your lap.

Seb wakes with a start, confused by where he is and even more confused to realise he’s very comfy? And he’s not as tired as before?

Of course you’re going to make him stay laying down for longer. You can see how tired how he is, how desperately he needs someone to just take care of him.

You don’t miss the way he relaxes when you say “let me take care of you, I will decide when you have to move. You just lay there until I say so”

He just falls into your domination, so happy to finally have someone there to take care of him, to help him feel better and take the responsibility away from him for a while.

It’s almost overwhelming how quickly Seb allows you to control him, how he just gives himself over to you, like he can’t bare the weight of his own decisions anymore.

He definitely ADORES laying on your lap from then on. Even when things gets sexual, it’s still his favourite. Just letting him rest his head on your lap as you slowly jerk him off is one of his favourite things to do.

I think from there, Seb leans on you a lot? Even when you’re not supposed to be scening with him. He’ll just come to find you, curl up on your lap when he has a few minutes. Or even just talk to you?

He loves grabbing lunch with you, loves how you always listen to his complaints or just talk about his day.

One question still remains though, what about poor charles?

#d/s au #sub!sebastian #sv #nsfw.#gn!reader #🍋

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xtina1988 · 1 year

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1. Takoyaki 2. Salmon onigiri 3. Fried chicken don (for lil Chief) 4. Shoyu ramen with tochucha noodle 5. Green tea tiramisu 😋: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Highly recommended @nipponcharestaurant Also don't forget to get the yuzu lemonade 🍋 (at Nippon Cha. USA) https://www.instagram.com/p/CptY31jrq-s/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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vitumvitalis · 2 years

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Spell for banishing anger

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I performed the below spell as a method of banishing my own anger and anxieties. It is quick, simple, cathartic and effective.

YOU WILL NEED:

A glass jar or bottle

Moonsalt (preferable New Moon Salt)

Cider vinegar

Lemon juice

Paper

A black pen

A white candle

METHOD:

- Cleanse your space and centre yourself

- Fill the bottle or jar half full with vinegar.

- Swirl three times anti-clockwise.

- Add five drops of lemon juice. Add more if your rage is particularly prevalent.

- Swirl three times anti-clockwise

- Add the salt. I used about half a teaspoon.

- Hold the jar/bottle between both hands. Focus all of your anger inward. Charge it into the water. I usually tense up and go rigid during this part.

- Write down any specific sources of frustration or anxiety on the paper, and then fold it up as small as you can.

- Place the paper in the jar/bottle.

- Be as emotional as you feel you need to. This is a messy spell. Cry! Scream! Shout!

- Seal the bottle/jar with white wax.

- Leave to sit for a few minutes. Try not to touch it. I usually place it between two white candles.

- There is a LOT of negative energy in this spell. Be careful with it.

- Place the spell outside your door, ideally when the sun is down. I put a circle of salt around it, but only do this if there is no wildlife to damage.

- Cleanse your space again afterwards. I recommend lavender for peace and relaxation.

- In the morning, dispose of the s safely and completely.

Let me know if this works for you!

⚡️🌘🍋

#witchcraft #witch #witchy #wiccan #wicca #pagan #magic #magick #green witch #charm #spell #witchblr #spellcraft #diy spell

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somethingaboutlemonscomic · 2 years

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Hi everyone,

I fell behind on working ahead on the comic over the last few weeks due to personal circumstances, so I'll be taking a little posting hiatus until I’ve finished the next chapter to be able to start updating again.

You can follow this blog if you haven’t yet to be updated as soon as the next chapter starts :)

In the meantime, I have some optional homework for y’all, in honour of the arc we just finished:

This is notably for the trans and gnc ones among you, but everyone else is welcome to participate too in whatever way feels most applicable.

I want to reiterate, this is an opt-in ‘if you feel like it, here’s some gender and community related introspection to do for funsies while you wait for next comic update’. I also want to clarify that I do not want to hear about your results and realisations from this introspection under penalty of being blocked from both my blogs as I have ingroup ptsd and would prefer you don’t trigger that shit, thank youuuuu.

Right, so I had a trans person in the comments saying they were uncomfortable reading one of the updates out of context but then highly recommended the comic after reading all of it. There was nothing to be inherently uncomfortable about in that update (unlike in certain other ones that had truscum and slurs in them and were meant to be uncomfortable), other than a person like Leon *existing* to begin with.

Therefore, your task is: If you’ve ever found yourself feeling uncomfortable at other kinds of genderqueer (trans, nb (incl. cis-leaning ones), gnc (cis & trans), etc) people simply existing in your vicinity, I want you to think about why that is and question that bias.

This is obviously not meant in cases where the person is doing something shitty, labelling you in a way that makes you uncomfortable, or where you are avoiding a certain type of person because of trauma f.e. This is about someone else existing in their authentic gender way and that making you uncomfortable even though it has nothing to do with you. Whether it’s about the shape of your dysphoria being different from theirs, ingroup cringe, or stuff like them using a label/pronoun set that if applied to you would be wrong and harmful but is being used by them (for themself) in an affirming way. You being uncomfortable with them is not their fault, that’s a you problem to figure out.

It is so damaging to be made to feel like you make people uncomfortable by simply existing, I like to believe a lot of you can relate to that, I know I can. I want us to try and do less of that to each other at least. The world is already shit enough for us without the ingroup discrimination.

I know I’ve changed my ignorant opinions on other people’s gender practices in the past, so can you. It just takes time and sometimes being blocked by a person or two on social media. Nothing to drive home the respect for someone as a reasonable person with a backbone like being blocked by them for being a shithead in their twitter replies. (Pro-tip: Don’t make me that person if you’d like to continue reading the comic. I have a zero-tolerance safeguarding policy across my various online platforms these days and I will not hesitate to enforce it.)

Take what people tell you about themselves and their whole deal at face value. Your deal might differ from theirs but literally noone will ever be the exact same as you, even if they have something in common with you. Don’t project your own dysphoria and feelings on someone else. You can have those feelings for yourself, but respect that other people function differently and you can still coexist with them. If you can be ok with the gc cishets existing, why not your fellow genderqueers.

Anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk, I hope this is some good food for thought to keep you sustained for the like month or two I’ll be off drawing the next chapter(s) ✌🍋 They’ll be worth the wait I promise x’D

(Again, reminder please not to share your thoughts about this stuff with me on risk of getting blocked on here, if you feel the need to talk to someone about it, talk to your friends, loved ones and/or therapist, elsewhere. Thank you.)

#see y'all soon #hiatus #announcement

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french-witch-cottage · 3 years

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🌻🍋🥧 Meringue Lemon Pie 🥧🍋🌻

I made this pie recently and it's 🔥🔥 da bomb 🔥

I adapted a pie crust recipe for this 80's cookbook, used my mom's favourite lemon curd recipe and classic meringue to make a delicious, gluten free, made from scratch meringue lemon pie !

🥧 Pie Crust 🥧

•200g of all purpose flour (to make it gluten free, I used 65g of gluten free baking flour - Schar's mix -, 65g of buckwheat flour and 70g of almond flour)

•100g of cold butter

•a small glass of cold water (I found it to be something like 10cl but don't hesitate to add it progressively until you think it's enough to form the dough)

•30g of sugar

Mix together the flour and the sugar in a large bowl. Add in the butter cut in small pieces with the tip of your fingers until you have a sand texture. Make a well in the center of the bowl and add the water. Mix with the tip of your fingers and knead a little until you have a nice ball of dough. It should hold together and be a little sticky but not too much. Let it rest for at least 30 minutes before baking it. Meanwhile, you can prepare your lemon curd (and preheat your oven -180°C- if it needs time).

🍋 Lemon Curd 🍋

•4 lemons (organic is better)

•100g of butter, diced

•200g of sugar

•4 whole eggs

Grate the zest of 2 lemons and extract the juice of 4. In a large, heat resistant bowl, mix together the zest and juice and all the other ingredients. Place the bowl over a steam bath and cook for around 20 minutes or until the mixture begins to thicken (though when it starts thickening you want to keep going for a few minutes), stirring the whole time (this can be a bit tedious, I've read you can do it with a cooking robot but I haven't tried yet ^^ just watch an episode of a serie of something idk). Take off the steaming bath when it's cooked. It will be thicker when it's cold.

Let rest and go back to your crust. If you're making it gluten free, I recommend rolling it directly on a piece of parchment paper so it doesn't break when you transfer it into the pan. If not, feel free to use whatever method you like best, when using regular flour I like to just butter the pan and dust it with flour. Poke some holes in the crust with a fork, put some ceramic beans on it so it doesn't rise too much and put in your pre heated oven (180°C) for 15 minutes.

While it's baking, you can prepare your

☁️ Meringue ☁️

Meringue is very easy, I promise. You only need egg whites and sugar, 60g of sugar for each white. For one pie, I found that three medium eggs are enough, two big eggs can work, I think. I use my grandparent's hen's eggs, so they vary in size and are not as big as what some of you may find in stores ^^

Beat the egg whites until it's nice and fluffy, and start adding in your sugar. You want to add a third of your sugar each time and wait until it's completely incorporated before adding more. You want to reach stiff peaks point, which means when you take the whisk out of your meringue it should form stiff peaks that hold in shape and be visibly thick and glossy. And that's it, that's all, you got yourself a nice, old school french meringue (and trust me, I'm French and I love meringue xD)

[You can use this recipe to make meringues, just dump spoons of your mixture on a baking tray lined with parchment paper and bake in a oven preheated at 100°C for 1 hour of more depending on your taste (weither you like your meringue to be soft and chewy on the inside -my personal choice- or super crunchy. It also depends on your oven). As for baking meringue you should experiment, see what you get, and keep an eye on it too. It will never be a total fail anyway !]

But that's not what you're going to do with it today. Today you're making a lemon pie and you're going to assemble it !

When your pie crust has cooled, fill it with your lemon curd and top it with your meringue. I used a piping bag but my mom likes to put it with a spoon, flatten it and draw a spiral with a fork. It's really up to you. Just pop in under your grill until it's a nice golden brown (it's fast). If you don't have a grill, you can put it back in the oven for around 5 minutes or until it's golden brown but it's not exactly the same (it's good too though !)

You can eat it while it's still warm, it's delicious, but it will be hell to serve it properly. I recommend letting it cool and store it in your fridge until it's set. It's still good for two days after making it but I wouldn't think there will be any left after the first day because it's freaking amazing.

Enjoy and feel free to comment if you have any question ! 🍋💛

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tangylemonade · 2 months

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Last Night

Heeseung x afab reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT •

SMUT (w/cursing)

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I was having Heeseung hard hours and wrote this last night. I barely edited it so let me know if you find any spelling mistakes 😽.

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Don’t fuck the talent.

Seems simple enough, right?

Right.

So could someone kindly explain how and why you were currently under Heeseung at 3 in the mornings making the bed shake to a sinful tune.

Waking up the morning after while ‘shit shit shit’ played on repeat in your head as you looked over at the slender yet muscular frame that was cuddled up against you, arm draped over your waist.

A glance at his watch revealed it was the afternoon and you let out a groan.

The sun filtered and flickered through the curtains as the wind from the open window sent them aflutter, your wind chimes pleasantly singing.

The man stirred next to you, slowly opening his eyes, squinting as the sunlight beamed down on his unfairly handsome face. The rays felt comforting and warm on your skin despite the cool air that was blowing through. Tricky situation aside, you found yourself suddenly smiling at how satisfied and well rested you felt this lovely morning.

Heeseung on the other hand, who was still going through the initial shock, sat up quickly and looked down at you who didn’t even bother to move from your relaxed posture in bed.

No benefit in panicking now you thought, not after the way he licked your pussy and sucked you clit until you shook last night.

You could almost see recounts of the night racing through his doe eyes.

He looked at you again, this time staring as a blush slowly crept into his face.

You raised an eyebrow confused.

You hadn’t realized that the blanket had been removed in his panicked scramble.

But he did.

He noticed everything from how the warm sun glistened on your glowy skin to how the light reflecting from the wind chimes you had hung on your curtain rod danced along the curves and lines of your body, furter enticing the beauty that had him mindless.

“Uhh..you.” He stuttered, his eyes flickering across your body, finally drawing your attention to the reason for his sudden shyness.

“Oh..” you pulled the blanket around your chest and sat up.

You weren’t the only one still in your birthday suit.

Now sitting up your eyes couldn’t help but wander along his body.

Quickly noticing your line of vision, Heeseung pulled the blanket around his waist.

Your face felt warm despite the fact that just hours ago your mouth had kissed and licked out all of the curses he knew in English and Korean.

As thoughts of last night began to settle back in the panic you thought you’d curbed rejoined the party setting off your dreadful habit of word vomiting.

“Listen.” You said breaking the silence. “Heesung, I'm sorry. This really is my fault. I should’ve been more responsible. Especially since I’m…”

Heeseung wanted to listen but he just couldn’t focus. Not when the way your pretty lips moved sent more replays of what else you had done with them flashing through his mind.

Agonizingly his cock began to throb despite his internal plees with himself to calm down.

But he couldn’t. Not when he experienced the way your beautiful mouth felt wrapped around him just hours ago. The way your lush body fit in his hands as he felt you the way he’d always wanted to. Not when he finally got to kiss your lips and they tasted exactly as he knew they would. Sweet and supple.

Now all he could focus on was how much he wanted to kiss you again.

“Heeseung?”

The beautiful sound of your voice calling his name brought him back to the present. He looked up at you only to find you looking down. Following your eyes he saw the tent in the blanket he’d loosely pulled around himself.

“You weren’t listened to a thing I said were you?” You asked, face burning once again.

You stood and wrapped the sheet around you, tucking it into itself so it would stay up.

Heeseung didn’t even bother to cover his erection as he stood and wrapped the towel he’d tossed on the floor last night around his waist, tucking it the same as you.

The regret and shame of your previous actions no longer pulled on him. Not even one little bit. And how could they when you were still so beautiful in front of him and he knew he wouldn’t blink before he did it all again.

“I always imagined what it would be like to have you under me.” Heeseung suddenly proclaimed.

You backed up as he stepped closer to you, blinking in shock at his sudden statement.

He continued to walk closer until your back was against the wall and he was so close to you that his erection brushed against your thigh.

“Heeseung th-this is serious.” You said, squeezing your legs together. You suddenly felt desire pooling hot in your core. “We-we could get in trouble. We shouldn’t…”

“Why?” He said, suddenly cutting you off. “Why when we clearly both have been wanting this”

“Heeseung…“

“It was dumb to think I could stop craving you after one taste.”

“That was the plan Heeseung. One night. We get it out of our systems and move on.”

The heat from his body felt so good in the cold winter morning air so you could barely think straight.

“Well that was the dumbest fucking idea Y/N because right now…I- I want you more then ever.”

His strong fingers wrapped around your hand before traveling up your arms leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Cupping your face with gentle hands, he looked into your eyes with his big round brown ones.

Those eyes you couldn’t resist and couldn’t deny.

You wanted to run, scream, and kiss him all at once. You swallowed and pitifully searched his eyes for any sign to end this but all you saw was the same look that got you in the mess in the first place.

“That’s why I said I’m sorry.” You choked out “I was wrong to think we should’ve indulged in any of this. I was drunk- I…”

“You and I both know you weren’t darling.” He said cutting you off once again. Heeseung didn’t see the point in lying just to deny your obvious infatuation with each other. Neither of you were stupid.

You looked away from him, afraid to cry or say anything else.

Heeseung softly caught your chin between his index finger and thumb, bringing your eyes back to his.

Looking into your shaking pupils he knew right away just how scared you were.

Scared to pursue something you weren’t certain of. Something that could end so badly for both of you.

But he also knew that he was right. You couldn’t have been more sober last night.

You had wanted him just as much as he needed you.

You still do.

“Fuck!” you said under you breath. It was too late to turn back now.

But even if you could, would you?

You grabbed his face and pulled him towards you. His mouth was so very warm against yours as he invited you in. Your hands raked through his hair and he undid the tuck of the sheet from around your body.

Heeseung pulled you closer to him as the wrinkled white linen pooled around your ankles, his hands once again finding purchase against the smoothness of your body.

Your nipples were hard against his chest as he pressed you between him and the wall, your back arching to escape the cold.

His towel that loosed on the commotion joined the white bundle of fabric at your ankles and his erection, now freed, pressed against your stomach tantalizingly.

You reached down instinctively and began to stroke his silky member, pre cum already seeping from the tip. He groaned into your mouth and you hummed in satisfaction at the way everything felt perfect with him.

His hands unable to pick one thing to focus went up and down as he squeezed your thighs and hips then your waist and boobs.

All of you.

Heeseung wanted to have all of you.

Ever since the first day you showed up and were introduced as the choreographer for their most recent song. Your radiant smile left his heart pounding and his palms sweaty. Focusing on the moves you showed became increasingly more challenging when he noticed how sensually your body moved with every dance.

And good god you smelled heavenly.

He cursed himself for acting like a creep but one day he caught you watching him in the mirror and his thoughts began to wander beyond his control.

What if?… no. It wasn’t possible. But…what if you thought about him too.

As impossible as it seemed his suspicions were undeniably confirmed when he saw the lust filled gaze in your eyes yesterday while celebrating the songs first win with the members and staff.

You excused yourself and he talked himself into following you a little bit after, catching you in the parking garage on the way to your car.

“Hi?” You said, feigning confusion as if you hadn’t just been telepathically begging him to ravish you..

But you knew why he came. It was the same reason why you were leaving.

You didn’t want to do anything stupid but the opportunity was too tempting to let go.

You’d talked with Heeseung many times during work and each time you spent every opportunity flirting while it often felt like he was trying to undress you with his eyes.

It was too much tonight. You felt like you had to leave or you might fuck him right there in front of everyone. His eyes that twinkled into yours was the final straw.

Your mind screamed at you that this was off limits but your body wouldn’t comply.

You didn’t stop him from giving you a ride home and you didn’t stop him from pressing you up against the inside of your house door as you tore each other's clothes off.

And right now you didn’t stop Heeseung from doing it all again as he pressed you up against the wall after you slid a condom onto his aching cock.

You didn’t stop him even a little bit as he slid into you, catching you as your knees buckled a bit from the instant pleasure.

The sound of you moaning his name had him gritting his teeth with increasing desire.

Your lips were swollen and hot with Heesungs kisses.

His sucks and nibbles at your collarbone would surely leave marks but you didn’t care in the least bit.

His hips rolling into you at a breathstoping rhythm was all you could process.

You held onto his back, your nails digging into him as the heat began to deepen in your core.

Heeseung’s cock twitched inside of you, your walls squeezing and milking him in the most delicious way.

Moans fell from his kissed pink lips as your pussy swallowed him and left him feeling dizzy.

Heeseung lifted your thigh against his hip, skillfully rolling into you. It only took a bit longer before his orgasm rippled through him, his heat filling the condom. And it wasn’t long after him that you followed, the fluttering of your pussy delectably squeezing his pleasure into overstimulation.

You twitched in his arms as he did a few more lazy strokes before pulling out and leaving you feeling strangely empty without the stretch of him.

You stayed leaning against Heeseung as he held you up against the wall. He peppered little kisses on your neck and shoulder as you both caught your breath enough to head to the bathroom.

“Now.” he said softly, lifting you up and placing a kiss on your nose. “Let’s go shower and eat breakfast.”

The simply nodded still too drunk off of his dick to do anything else.

He gingerly caressed your skin as he helped you wash (despite you being completely capable of the task yourself) leaving you feeling absolutely dreamy. You couldn’t resist making out in the shower so you didn’t even try but sadly it was cut short by the ring of Heeseung’s phone reminding you two to stop screwing around.

“You're lucky the live isn’t until 6.” Jake said to Heeseung over the phone.

You sat quietly as you chewed on a bit of toast and jam Heeseung had so kindly made while you prepared the eggs.

You started to quietly laugh at the way Jake was scolding Heeseung but that ended quickly when you heard your name being mentioned.

“I know your with Y/N because you guys had been eye fucking all last night so don’t even try to deny it.”

Heesung laughed at your wide open eyes of shock and you could practically hear Jake rolling his eyes.

“Whatever.” Jake said. “You need to be at the shop in like 30 minutes so don’t be late or I tell everybody exactly why you are.”

Heesung hung up on Jake without a word.

“Should I give you a ride?” You asked.

Heeseung nodded in agreement before going back to eating his breakfast in no rush.

You grabbed a jacket from your closet before putting your keys in your bag and heading for the door.

Heeseung, who was already ready and leaning against the door waiting for you, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you.

He leaned in, carefully placing a soft kiss on your smiling lips.

“Yup,” Heeseung said after he pulled away from the kiss.

You tilted your head and raised your eyebrows inquisitively. “What?”

“You taste too fucking good to quit.”

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jemgirl86 · 3 years

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Hello! If you're still looking for stories to put on your Sarahbucky reading list, I strongly recommend @jbarneswilson 's Sunshine and Lemonade series. It's all kinds of fluffy domestic goodness! 🍋♥

Oh, definitely agree… what I’ve read by @jbarneswilson is top tier!! Everyone should check out their work! And I definitely need to go read the ones I missed.

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tesatesanovic · 2 years

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Picking cherries 🍒

Activity title: Picking fruit in the garden

Type of activity: service

Duration: 7 days

Learning outcomes

🍒 Identify my own strengths and develop areas for personal growth

🍒 Demonstrate how to initiate and plan a CAS experience

🍒 Show commitment to and perseverance in CAS experiences

Activity description

One day I was with my aunt in her garden. There she has cherries and I decided to pick them for cake or just for eating after that. It was interesting and also nice to do some activity like this one and I really enjoyed. I have done this activity approximately 7 days, every day, about 1 hour a day.

Reflection ✨

I would not ever say that I will be posting this such a thing as my activity🧩.I mean, when I look around and consider everything,🍫actually every single thing that we can make may be part of our cas activities even a project.🧡Picking cherries was very fun activity because I really like them,🤷🏻‍♀️they look stupendous and tastes as well.🍭So, I would recommend my friends to do such an activity because it’s very interesting,🍩not much challenging and everyone everywhere can enjoy, too.🌅also,you can always help the elderly with this fruits or something similar,😄because of this situation with virus and so on, everting you can do is very advantageous for the older people and helpful.🧑‍🌾Also, beside learning a little bit about these activities, you can enjoy with your ancestors as well.🪜I mean, in those pandemic times, it’s better to go out and do something that useful. 🍋Next summer next Cherries picking season. See you then. s a r a 🎡

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interiorsbyquornesha · 2 years

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Feng shui tip:

White sage is the fastest way to cleanse a space after it has been cleansed and de-cluttered.

To heighten the cleansing benefits, I recommend adding herbs to the mix.

Cloves are very potent in removing negative chi, and raising your bodies frequencies. I also suggest opening the Kitchen window while you do so.

What you'll need:

●One bundle of sage

●a pinch of cloves or grounded clove powder.

●metal burner

●long stick lighter/match

● affirmation

Sample affirmation: I declare and decree my space is cleansed, from the four corners, to the floor beneath my feet. All around this home, it is cleansed.

Add cloves + sage and burn and waft around the house.

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brigadeirochoc · 2 years

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Influenced myself 🙈. Caved and bought this sweet @binnywear rugby top with embroidered lemons under the collar (it’s all in the details 🍋). Bonus: it was half off! @binnywear ‘s summer collection is on sale and I highly recommend running, not walking 🏃🏻‍♀️! You can see more of the collection in my Reels. 🥰 #brigsdoesbinny Ps. How would you wear this top? 💛 https://www.instagram.com/p/CbKTrHQFH5Z/?utm_medium=tumblr

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tangylemonade · 2 months

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HOME

Agent!Choi San x afab reader

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• Just a little angst/fluff? I wrote. It’s meh and I was just watching bouncy and got inspired by SAN’s look. Kinda sort of but not really a ‘will they, won’t they’ moment. SAN’s a Secret agent or whatever in this.

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“How are you feeling?” You asked.

You had pulled the van over now that you felt you were far enough away. You couldn’t be too careful, not when they were still looking for him.

“I’ll live. You should see the other guys.” San replied with a chuckle before grimacing and holding his side.

You made sure your parking space was secure enough for the time being and climbed into the back of the van. After locating your first aid kit you sat down in front of him assessing the damage.

The Guild.

They weren’t the bad guys, but they weren’t necessarily the good ones either. They did the jobs no one had the guts to do.

San was their top agent who always got the job done. Their golden agent if you would. Coworkers called him Invincible Mountain.

There wasn’t a mission he couldn’t complete.

Only he wasn’t invincible.

You knew that best of all.

You were the one who picked him up after each mission. You were the one that saw his labored breathing while you bandaged him up. You were the one that wiped the sweat from his brow while he fought in his sleep, unable to rest after nights of running.

“I can’t believe they sent you alone.” You grumbled.

“It was a covert mission, stealth was most important.” He said calmly.

San could tell you were upset. He knew that you hated this job.

What he didn’t know was that the only reason you hadn’t quit was him.

“Where do you rank on that list of importance?” You said so low San almost didn’t hear you.

“It’s okay.” San said softly, steadying your now shaking arm. “I’m okay.”

You avoided eye contact as you worked.

“Hey,” He said gently lifting your chin so he could see your face. “Look at me.”

Looking into his soft eyes that we’re worried for you was too much. The tears fell and you angrily wiped them away.

“It’s not okay San. You're not a machine. How hard is it for them to send you some fucking backup!?”

You wanted to yell but knew it wasn’t fair to him so you gritted your teeth until they hurt.

Not wanting your mood to bother San, you took a deep breath. You still felt your face burning and quickly changed the subject.

“So, do you think you can eat? I brought you some porridge.”

San wasn’t sure if he would be able to stomach anything right now. This job… it didn't leave you with much of an appetite.

But as much as he didn’t want to eat he knew that you had taken time out of your crowded schedule to make it for him and just that thought made his heart pang with two many emotions he couldn’t afford to count.

So he sat up as straight as he could and gave you his best smile, dimples and all.

Your heart fluttered as it always did and you cursed the silly thoughts away.

San winced as he picked up the thermos of porridge, the movement straining the pain in his shoulder. You quickly stopped him.

“No No love, let me help you.” You said opening the container and pulling a spoon out of the bag you packed.

San could hardly think with the pain but the moment he heard you referred to him so tenderly he felt as if time had stopped. He couldn’t remember a time when you’d ever called him something like that, and definitely never so softly.

The porridge was still hot so you blew on it, testing it against your lip until it was cool enough before offering it to him. You hadn’t looked at him while you worked so when you finally did you saw a peculiar look on his bruised up beautiful face.

You couldn’t stop the blush that warmed your whole body.

You were glad the van was dim.

All San could do was watch as you prepared a bite of porridge for him with the tenderness that one would for a baby. It felt strange, someone caring for him in such a way. It wasn’t something he’d experienced with anyone.

Anyone except you.

When you looked up at him he couldn’t help gazing into your eyes as emotions rushed him.

Even through the dim light he knew you were blushing.

Your relationship had always been close in the oddest ways.

You would tell him how much you worried for him and missed him while he was busy. You would stay up late preparing meals for him. Sometimes on cold nights you would cuddle up next to him while you two slept.

He’d seen you in your casual clothes while you briefed him for a new mission.

Sometimes you didn’t even have a bra or pants on when he showed up late at night to the door of whatever hotel or cabin you were stationed in asking you to research something for him, but you never made an effort to cover up.

You’d seen him in all states and probably stitched up every inch of his body.

Everyone in the company knew you guys were inseparable which is why they would always send you when it came to dealing with him. After all, you were the only one he would tolerate.

You often drifted to sleep while you worked on the paperwork aspect of the job, resting on each other's shoulders.

To outsiders, there were no clear lines. To be honest, the lines were starting to feel insignificant to you two as well.

As San took a careful bite of the porridge you had so delicately prepared for him, a moment of quiet intimacy enveloped the two of you. The comforting taste squeezed at his heart. Feelings of gratitude and affection for you overwhelmed him.

It was hard to take another bite.

You continued on patching him up between almost forced bites. The stitches of a wound you’d closed up for him not too long ago had popped open. You restiched it along with a new one that now accompanied it.

Luckily this time no severely broken bones, only slight fractures that you bandaged tightly. The more you worked the hotter you became with rage but you did your best to swallow it down.

Suddenly, without too much of a thought, San reached out his hand and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that you hadn’t realized had fallen.

The air in the van fell heavy with the weight of unspoken hearts.

The weight of unexpressed desires hanging between you.

"You know," San began, his voice soft and warm, "It never hurts when you’re the one that patches me up.”

Your voice trembled slightly as you replied, "San, you don’t have to act tough for me. You know that right?"

San's gaze never wavered as he continued in a whisper.

“This morning when you were late I realized something.”

You turned your head in shame, distraught with yourself for being late.

“I’m so sorry.” You said, swallowing to try and calm yourself.

San continued with a soft smile.

“A million possibilities raced through my mind and all I could do was pray that you were okay.”

“You and I are far too similar.” You said, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you thought about the prayers you prayed on your way rushing to him.

“I realized as I layed in the cold trying my best to stay hidden that- that losing you is my only fear. "

You blinked, completely caught off guard by his words.

“How- why would you lose me?” You said, unsure of how to respond.

You wanted to look away but his eyes had a way of holding yours. “Stop saying ridiculous things and finish eating.

Having finished your work you backed away from him leaning against the opposite wall of the van. You tried to take slow breaths to calm your pounding heart hoping he wouldn’t notice.

When that wouldn’t work you looked back at him with a frown.

“What do you mean by saying that?” You whispered, almost afraid to speak at all.

You squinting in the low light in an attempt to better see every nuance of his now pensive face better.

San shook his head.

“I know how wrong I am to say this… I-I need you to stay strong for me.” He replied, his eyes now glued to nothing in particular on the floor. “I don’t know how much of this I can take if you’re not here to bring me home.”

Home? San did have a place that an onlooker would refer to as a home. You’d pretty much seen him sleep anywhere.

Now in the back of a cold and dark old van as your saw his eyes slow with tiredness.

Why did it feel so safe here?

Just the two of you.

“What home San? That’s not really a luxury we’re allowed.” You asked quietly as the depression of the thought griped you.

But San never noticed the absence of a bed to sleep on or a roof over his head.

He only noticed the absence of you.

San reached out his hand and you took it without thinking too much, allowing it to pull you from despair.

He gently pulled you towards him and you didn’t fight the urge to rest your tired body against his. He held you as close as he could without hurting himself.

“I’m so sorry.” San whispered, his chin resting atop your head where he placed a kiss so softly you’d wondered if you had imagined it.

You laid still, listening to his heart beat and confirming that you weren’t the only one feeling anxious.

You felt the tension ease out of you as his heart slowed and showed yours how.

He was alive. He was safe. To you, that was truly all that mattered.

In that rickety old van, far away from prying eyes and the chaos of your worlds, you found solace in each other's arms.

At that moment you knew…

This is home.

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