#everyone in the show so I’d say just focus on the way they are whenever they make up after a fight ahdhdjs :)

[penelopepine]

Little Purple Stars

Part 1 Part 2

Ghost x FemReader x Soap

Content: Soulmate AU, fluff, no angst

Everyone had a soulmate; whether that connection was platonic or romantic was entirely up to those involved. Some people even had multiple soulmates, like you did, which wasn’t that uncommon. It happens whenever a person turns 20 yrs old. They are suddenly able to draw on themselves, and have the picture appear on the skin of your soulmate.

You had two soulmates; one of them rarely ever drew on themselves, and if they did it was only with a black pen. Usually said drawing would also be a little black heart next to something that you or your other soulmate drew. You’ve always called this soulmate, Moon.

On the other hand soulmate number two, or Sun as you called them, was much more open and was constantly drawing little doodles all over themselves.

Sun and Moon; basic maybe, but you’ve always felt that it fits them perfectly. 

-

It was your third time entering the Olympics and you couldn’t be more excited. You’re first year you unfortunately didn’t place, second year you won the bronze, and this year you were aiming for the gold. Most of all though, win or lose you hoped that by the end of today you will have made contact with your soulmates.

While getting ready for today you had drawn little stars in various shades of purple around your eyes, making them resemble freckles. Drawing on your face was generally frowned upon, but when events that are going to be televised all around the world exceptions are made.

You tried to give them a hint to watch the Olympics today by drawing the Olympics rings and a TV, but realistically you knew there was no way they could watch the entirety of the broadcast. Even if they did turn it on they could very easily miss your appearance. The only thing you could do now was hope that the two individuals with matching purple stars were watching.

-

Ghost watched as every little star slowly appeared on Soap's face knowing that his face looked the same only that the stars on his face were covered by the mask. It wasn’t until Gaz walked in the office as well and asked about them did Soap even know they were there.

“What do you mean I have stars?” 

“Yeah on your face,” Gaz pulls out his phone and quickly takes a photo before showing it to the Scot. 

“You knew they were there and you weren’t going to say anything?” Soap turns to face Ghost with a playful grin, “Well now you gotta take off the mask; I can’t be the only one walking around here with star freckles.” 

“In your dreams MacTavish.”

Gaz chuckles at the two of them before he sits down in an empty seat, “So I know you didn’t do this,” pointing to Soap, “and you definitely didn’t do this. Can I ask why lucky number three decided to do this?” Directing his question towards the lieutenant. 

“I assume it has something to do with the Olympics.”  

“Aye, they drew that symbol yesterday didn’t they. I guess that was their way of giving us a warning for this; must be for some kind of watch party,” Soap guessed.

“Sounds like my kind of party, the ice skaters are performing in just a bit and I don’t plan to miss it.” Gaz holds his phone showing them the Olympic broadcast already up on his phone before popping in one of his earbuds. 

“I didn’t take you for someone who would enjoy watching figure skating; all it is is watching people move on the ice innit?” Ghost questions, he’s never had any interest in the Olympics before. It was never something he had time to sit down and watch. 

“We can go to an ice skating rink ourselves, and watch Soap try to skate if you want to watch more chaotic skating.” 

“Oi, I didn’t even say anything, don’t go dragging me into this!” 

“You were gonna say something and that’s enough for me!” 

“Yeah yeah whatever,” Soap turns back to the paperwork he had been working on, “I’d like to see you try and skate. Let’s see who’s laughing then.” 

The men chuckle to themselves and all of them focus on items in their hands. It wouldn’t be until an hour had passed that the silence amongst them was broken. 

Gaz’s sudden gasp drew both Ghost and Soap’s attention to him. 

“What happened mate; a skater fell down?” Ghost asks with slight amusement in his voice. He couldn’t imagine himself getting this worked up over anything as simple as ice skating. Continuing to watch as Gaz doesn’t say anything; simply sitting in his seat with his mouth slightly hung open. 

“Gaz?” Soap questions as he steps towards him. 

Very suddenly Gaz shoots up and steps towards him as well, grabbing Soap’s face once he is close enough. Holding up his phone and looking frantically between the two. 

“Aye, wha’ the fuck do you think you’re doing!” Soap swats Gaz’s hand away from his face, “Didn’t your mum ever teach you about personal space.”

“Look!” 

Soap focusing on Gaz’s phone to see what had the man so worked up. On the screen was a woman dressed in purple elegantly dancing on the ice, but what really caught his attention was the fact that she too had purple star freckles on her face; ones that matched his perfectly. “Oh fuck; Ghost!” 

Ghost couldn’t believe what he was seeing for a moment. They had finally found their missing piece. Watching her dance and spin on ice he suddenly understood why people would enjoy watching this. She looks ethereal. 

Looking at Soap he sees an awestruck look in his eyes. He won’t admit but the stars are quite cute on him; on both of them. How on earth did he end up with these two incredibly beautiful and talented people as his soulmates? 

Later all three men are huddled together over the phone watching the award ceremony. The room had gotten embarrassingly loud when it became clear that you had won; Price had charged into the room asking them what had them all yelling for. He had luckily understood when the situation was explained by a sheepish soap, who was definitely making the most noise out of everyone. He was quick to get his energy back though once Price had left the room.

“We have to let the lass know we know we saw her!” Soap rushes to the desk pulling out multi colored pens; waving them towards Ghost. 

-

You had done it! You had really done it; the gold was yours! Standing on the first place podium next to the other medalist you couldn’t help but wonder if your soulmates are watching you. You hope they were proud of you if they had seen your performance.

Trying to subtly check any exposed skin for any kind of sign or acknowledgement that you had been seen, and to your great delight you had been. The sun and moon had found their star. 

There on your wrist was a drawing of a gold medal and right next to it was a little black heart. 

They had seen you, they knew who you were. That thought both excited and terrified you. The only thing to do now was wait for them to show themselves; to find you. 

Stepping down from the podium, and making your way off the ice you give your wrist a kiss and wave towards the cameras.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #soap x reader #ghost x reader x soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #x reader #fem reader #soulmates #john soap mctavish x reader

[cranberrv]

fic with dally teaching the reader how to drive?

never let me go

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which you and dallas go for a drive

( not proofread , swearing, lowercase intended )

when you were with dallas, you felt free. he was so reckless, so hardcore, and completely bananas. you loved to tag along on his stupid adventures, and now, your new outing is to check on ponyboy and johnny at the church that they’re hiding out in.

“you know how to drive, doll?” he asks you after picking you up, tossing you the keys. “buck won’t let me drive this beauty, but he trusts you.”

you laugh. “well he’s stupid to trust me, because i can’t drive.”

“you’re kiddin’,” he can’t hold his dumb smirk back. the endearing smirk that he gives you whenever he’s about to do something you won’t like. “c’mon, try it then, sweetie.”

“no way, dal,” you shake your head, but he’s already taken your spot in the passengers seat. “i’ll kill you, i’ll crash the car or something, i dunno-“

“i trust ya, stop freakin’ out,” he interuppts, dismissive of your worries. “i’ll teach ya how to work everythin’.”

you debate, but nod and sit in the drivers seat. gosh, it really was more intimidating up there.

“it’s pretty simple, hun,” he starts out. “pedal to your left is your clutch, it’ll make the car drive, pedal in your middle is your break, and pedal to your right is gas. you’d be stupid to not figure it out.” he looks back at you after showing you the pedals, and see’s your expression. “no, no, no, don’t give me that look. you’ll be fine. i’ll hold the wheel for ya.”

he directs you further, and eventually, you get the car going. his left hand is on yours, holding the wheel from the passengers side, helping you keep the car steady.

dallas puts in an elvis cd, and the music echoes throughout tulsa. “finally don’t gotta listen to your shit music,” he teases.

you smile and roll your eyes. “oh shut it, dal, i know you secretly like lesley gore.”

“‘sunshine and lollipops’ is the worst song i’ve ever heard. i’d rather you crash the car than to listen to that fuckin’ mess.”

“you’re mean,” you tease back, and he laughs.

“alright, that’s it, i’m lettin’ go of the wheel. i’m letting you kill us.”

“no, no, no,” you insist. “don’t let go.”

“my arm is cramping, doll,”

“don’t care. never let me go.”

he smiles, and holds your hand a little tighter. the summer breeze is coating the entire convertible in its warmth, your hair is waving in the wind, and dallas is just watching you drive, the focus in your eyes unmatched.

you reach a red light, and finally get a short break to relax. you turn to dallas. “i dunno how you drive everywhere, dal, this is stressful.”

“baby, you’re doin’ just fine.” he assures. “haven’t even run over anything yet, that’s somethin’, huh?”

“i don’t wanna kill us, dal.”

he laughs at that. “i’d hope so.” he takes a drag of his cigarette, then looks around at everything. you’re out of tulsa, out of the city. “i ain’t never been to the country before.”

“really? it’s nice, huh? all the trees and fields and stuff.”

“it looks fuckin’ boring. nothin’ to do around here, does everyone just play checkers or somethin’?”

“you’re such a downer,” you joke. you look up, and realize the light has just turned green. “oh- dal, which one is the clutch, again?”

“you’re a dumbass.” is all he says.

“dal!” you insist, and he puts his hand up in fake surrender. “i mean it, i’m keeping these cars waiting.”

“it’s your far left, doll.” he finally tells you, and you thank him, and then start driving.

you continue driving to meet the boys, and the country scenery is engulfing the both of you. fields on farmland, apple orchards, small, sweet towns, everything was so wholesome and welcoming.

you feel free, like the world is just yours and dally’s. you were born to live this moment, to drive through the countryside in your red convertible, the sun hitting your faces so perfectly that it feels like a coming-of-age movie. you feel golden.

#the outsiders #dallas winston #dally winston #dallas #dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston fluff #dallas winston x reader #dally winston fluff

[im-a-hoping-beetch]

In all honesty, idk what happened with the fandom recently for it to suddenly shit out a ton of crappy takes in ATLA most especially for Zutara. I often find myself defending Zutara because a lot of its antis say the most racist and sexist stuff against it. I'm not even a Zutara fan! I'm a rareshipper.

Can't just antis simply say they don't like Zutara and move on to enjoying their own ships instead? No more stupid holier art thou morality takes that just backfire on their faces.

If they want discourse, then use canon material NOT HEADCANONS, FANONS, OR FANFICS as "evidence" to back up their takes. Antis that do that makes my head spin in exasperation. Then you point that out they start whining how you hurt their feelibgs and get all offended as a "minority".

Actually, let's focus on that last bit. It's pretty rancid too how sometimes they pretend to be part of the "minority" so they can use it as a shield for themselves when their bad behavior gets called out. In fact, this tactic hurts the actual minorities who have valid concerns about Zutara. They get drowned out by all the insanity toxic shippers say and get lumped in with them.

Well, with the new live-action coming, there has obviously, been a revival, making the fandom way much more active. Which leads to people having more time to pay attention to the show and all its intricacies.

This is where ship wars come into play. And in all honesty, atla’s ship wars have definitely left a legacy in a way I don’t think we’ll have to ever witness. With the creators perpetuous jabs at zutara solidifying antis need to hate on it and the fans, fuelling the whole thing to another level. To this day whenever something avatar related gets announced or released you start to see a revival of a not so dead ship war. And while they (probably, not sure) aren’t as brutal as they used to be, they have took another turn, with this faux-progressivism being used to fear monger zutara shippers as well as casual listeners about the ship’s legitimacy. I recommend @i-d-e-g-a-f ‘s post about it to get more insight.

On my part, if I were to pin point the moment where this faux- progressivism started taking space in a lot of anti-zutara takes, I’d say that the atla renaissance isn’t innocent for this phenomenon happening. You need to understand the context in which atla’s release on Netflix took place in. One where the blm movement took the entire world by storm. Resulting in people not having the reservations they’ve probably had in the past when it came to talking about racial issues. This was followed by the emergence of numerous movements involving similar cases (not identical, tho). As well as media and the people consuming said media being ready to offer commentary on and call out harmful depictions of racial minorities as well as the rethorics they carried.

Suddenly, anyone and everyone could offer their piece of mind on harm being caused to racial minorities. And while good, it also came with its downside.

When you take into account this context, I think it exacerbated the already existing phenomenon of people saying things in order to put on this front of being good and virtuous, yet failing or simply not wanting to realize how these things are perpetuating the very harm they claim they want to undo. You know, people perceiving and claiming zutara to be a colonized-colonizer ship. As well as comparing katara to Pocahontas, when talking about these two. Which, if these people actually cared about progress, they would know how incredibly racist and sexist it is to make that comparison.

When it comes to antis obsession with hating on zutara, I think it stems from a certain insecurity. You gotta understand that unlike any other non-canon ship, zutara could’ve legitimately been canon. It was constantly talked about in the writers room, many of the team members seriously considering it (head writers, voice actors etc..) Hence why, the creators felt the need to throw numerous jabs (ie. the ember island play, (2008) comic-con) at the ship and more specifically, its fans. Since they themselves were insecure. @burst-of-iridescent perfectly explains it in this post.

#zutara #zuko #katara #anti kataang #anti bryke #atla fandom critical #atla #avatar the last airbender

[sydluvsky]

kylian mbappé x shy!fem reader hc

(mentions of sex, abuse, body image issues)

- kylian is a fairly extroverted and outgoing person so him with a shy and more reserved reader would be the perfect pair. like yin and yang, sun and moon, ect.

- he would for sure be very protective assuming that the shy reader doesn’t want to be in the public eye. whenever the media comes up to her to ask her questions or take pictures of her kylian randomly out of nowhere appears and shields her from the media.

- i feel like he would love it if she’s the type of shy where she’s quiet around everyone else but super talkative when she’s just with him. his ego loves that he’s probably one of the only people she trusts to be comfortable with.

- if the shy reader has low-self esteem, has gone through traumatic experiences such as any form of abuse he would make it his priority to find out her triggers and try his best to shield her from all of that. he always reassures her how brave and strong she really is. like seriously such a protective guy.

- he’s the older brother in his family and has a capricorn moon too so he generally has a more fatherly, provider role in relationships.

- would give the best advice. not even a hc it’s facts. this guy reads in his spare time and people always make note of how smart he is which would only lead me to assume that he’s someone to go to for advice.

- nicknames such as; “my love/ mon amour”, “darling/chérie”, “baby/ bébé”. anything that reminds the reader how cute she is.

- okay so kylian is a very adorable guy…i mean:

but i think he would prefer it if he’s more so the “sexy/hot” one and she’s the “cute/adorable” kind. but if he’s being a tease he would for sure try and do something cute like randomly start kissing her in a borderline annoying way till’ she finally gives him attention.

- okay date nights are either super, super, super lowkey, like just at home (home in question is a mansion) , ordering pizza and netflix and chilling 🌚. or it’s like he’s flying you out to this super luxurious restaurant and you guy’s are staying the night. he would obviously ask her what she prefers of the two because her comfort matters above all else and then decides.

- i also imagine reader going out and buying a lot outfits and kylian wanting her to do a mini fashion show for him. he would give his honest opinions but to her it sounds like he’s just saying stuff to make her feel better but it’s true! he find her to be perfect in everything. if reader has any body issues you best believe during sex he’s gonna focus on that part and remind her that it’s beautiful.

kind of like that one arabic quote : “if i ever saw a flaw of yours, i’d say my eyes are the flawed ones.”

- before games he would go up to her and ask her for suggestions for the celebrations he could possibly do. fans often tease him about how down bad he is for her, like his eyes sparkle, he blushes when he speaks about her ect.

- also i feel like his teammates for sure know that the reader is like his soft spot so they tease him about how down bad he is for her.

——————————-end of post ——————-

i may do a part 2 if more stuff comes to mind.

thank you so much for reading!

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe headcanon #kylian mbappe x shy reader #football fanfic #soccer fanfiction #football #soccer #psg football #footballers #world cup

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word tag

Thanks @kidukami for the tag!

Rules: I give you words to find in your WIPs, then you tag others and give them words to find!

My words: drink, wake, anger, light

Your words: sight, almost, close, tired

Softly tagging @gracehosborn @theelfauthor @thepeculiarbird @reneesbooks @buffythevampirelover @ohnomybreadsticks @emabatis @hallowedfury @andyswritings @blind-the-winds @jezifster and anyone else who wants to play!

Keep reading for:

Kelsey?? Jealous ??? It's more likely than you think

Akash?? Hiding something?? It's more likely than you think

Carmen??? Upset?? It's more likely--

Also there's a little mystery in SOTL I used the word light too many times in TSP so I thought it'd be easier to pull from there. It's funny because I'm only one step ahead of the characters since it's not far in development.

Drink - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Maddie POV)

“So, Maddie,” Akash said, propping his forearms on the table, “how’s it going?” “Define it?” “I dunno, school, training. Is Liam a good teacher?” “He is,” I said, perking up. “I get to research a lot of cool facts about animals whenever I’m working with him. I’m super excited for today’s session. Liam’s gonna have me and Sam do a 1-v-1 and we’ll put what we each learned from him to the test!” “Dude, that is epic,” Akash said, taking a quick sip of his drink. “I think you’re gonna get quite the audience.” I paused mid-chew of my burrito for a moment. Sam would want an audience. I didn’t exactly, but it wouldn’t, like, hurt. Besides, I could show off my cool moves to everyone that were otherwise lost in a whole-group battle or smaller sparring scale. Now that I thought about it, it actually sounded pretty cool. I ate my burrito faster so I’d have enough time to digest it before the morning training session. “What did you and Noelle talk about while we were in the lab?” Hye-Jin asked Akash. “Oh, my God, who cares?” Kelsey muttered under her breath. I glanced at her, confused. “Oh, so much stuff!” Akash said gleefully, unaware of Kelsey’s comment. “I told her all about my time here. There’s this shelter that I’ve volunteered at—” As Akash rattled on, I leaned into Kelsey. “What’s wrong?” I whispered. Kelsey stared down at her hands in her lap. “I dunno, Hye-Jin’s just been acting weird and giddy about Noelle all morning. I’m over-exaggerating, but I’m not sure what she sees in Noelle.” I glanced at Noelle in the seat next to me, adding to the conversation Akash led. I didn’t like talking about her in this close proximity. “She’s fine,” I told Kelsey in a low voice. “I know.” Kelsey sighed. “I’m gonna get some orange juice.” She stood and walked to the replicator.

Wake - from The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)

“Akash! Akash! Wake up!” I blinked open my eyes, surprised to see Gwen in front of me. She relaxed when she saw I was awake. “Oh, thank God.” “Aw, you were worried about me,” I taunted, despite my head pounding. Gwen rolled her eyes slightly. “Can you stand?” “Not really,” I said. Gwen nodded, not realizing how hilarious I was. “What happened to Kelsey?” I looked around the room the best I could from the floor. The monitors and computers were sparking—all fried. The entire room looked like it had been through a fire. “It looks like the effects of pyrokinesis, but that’s not anything like Kelsey demonstrated.” “You mean, you have no idea what power Kelsey has?” I shook my head. A small groan came from behind Gwen as Robbie regained consciousness. His glasses were askew, but not broken. He held his head. “Wh— what the hell was that?” “No idea,” I said. Robbie fixed his glasses and blinked a few times as his surroundings came into focus. “Holy shit,” was all he could say. I said to Gwen, “Can I talk to him for a second?” Gwen nodded, stood up, and walked over to her friends on the other side of the room. Robbie dramatically crawled his way to me. “Get up, Robbie.” “I can’t,” Robbie wheezed. “I’m dying.” He collapsed. “Tell my story!” “Robert!” I snapped harshly. Robbie looked up, surprised at my tone. Gwen glanced back. I flashed her a quick smile before she furrowed her brow and continued on. I lowered my voice. “I can’t move.”

The door burst open again, and Tyler raced to be beside Carla’s bed. “Will she be okay?” “I believe so,” Jedi answered from behind the monitor. “It looks like she was just rendered unconscious.” “Wade was able to get to her,” Tyler explained. “That explains the lack of severe psychic damage,” Jedi replied. Carmen stared down at the young woman on the bed. Or, the girl that should have been a woman, if not for getting frozen in time. Carla had not opened up about what happened to her, or how long she was frozen, but until last September, Carmen thought the girl was dead from the experience. It didn’t take a genius to know that Carla was younger than she was supposed to be. Not for someone she used to know. Carmen’s hand inched to brush the girl’s dark hair behind her ear. How she looked like Atsila. From her facial structure to her small body. With her eyes—lighter than Atsila’s—closed, their resemblance was uncanny. Carmen felt a pained anger rise in her chest as she tightened her hand into a fist to control the urge. “Hathaway needs to learn more control,” she said between clenched teeth. “If this should happen again—” “You need not blame Ashley,” said Jedi. “If it was intentional, I am sure it would be significantly worse.” “Oh, thank you, Jedi, that is very helpful and comforting. Do you not realize how powerful of a telepath she is? She’s a danger to the rest of the Aequales if she cannot learn proper control.” “Then we will teach her proper control,” Jedi said. Carmen grunted in frustration, but didn’t say anymore.

Anger - from The Secret Portal Part Two

Note: spoilers in purple italics

Light - from School of the Legends Year One

Jack clicked the door to his room shut after turning a lamp on for temporary light. As he was about to crawl into bed, his eyes rested on the harp from the giants’ castle. He pulled a small stool aside and sat beside the harp. After Angel laid a golden egg, Jack was now more curious than ever about the other artifacts from the castle. Not that he wasn't already curious--the sheer fact that these were supposedly left for him was curious enough. Jack reached out his palm and brushed it along the pillar of the instrument. Small rough carvings ran against his fingertips. “Hm,” he muttered as he tilted his head and the harp until the engravings were clear. Jack instantly recognized writing--although it was in a completely different language from what Jack knew. “Jill!” Jack called. A moment later, she opened the door. “I thought I told you to go to bed.” “C’mere,” said Jack, waving her over. “See this?” Jill tilted her head, reaching out to lightly touch the harp. “Yes. What is it?” “I was hoping you would know,” said Jack as his sister stood. “Well, it’s obviously writing,” said Jill, “although I don’t recognize the language.” “Brilliant,” Jack muttered under his breath. “Don’t you think this should have been something the giants told me? If I’m the only one who is to have this harp, then why put it in something I can’t read?” Jill shrugged. “I guess you’ll have to figure it out.” “Thanks.” “Hey, you will,” said Jill, smirking slightly. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll discover a second power that will help you decipher that.” Jack chuckled as he stood as well. “Maybe.” “Good night, Jack,” said Jill as she shut the door behind him. “G’night,” said Jack as the door clicked shut. He crawled into bed, turning off the lamp.

#writing blog #writers on tumblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #writing on tumblr #writeblr community #writeblr #writeblr tag games #wip tag game #find the word tag game #find the word #the secret portal #tsp #tsp excerpt #school of the legends #sotl #sotl excerpt #maddie morgan #kelsey newman #akash singh #gwen amante #carmen asghar #hye-jin song #noelle bishop #robbie stafford #carla baxter #tyler nakashima #jedi moon #jack mcdonald #jill mcdonald

[alilarew23]

Okay first of all your page is amazing! I feel so comforted and safe here 😭 okay so since October is coming up, I want to manifest my desire the right way and just be tunnel vision. I do not wanna keep living in my same shitty reality when I know I can experience something different. So I want to manifest the lifa app, if you were me how would you manifest this? All I’m doing right now is whenever I think about I tell myself with conviction “I already have the lifa app became I’m God. it is done” and then I move on and watch my tv shows so I won’t think about my desire all day and when I doubt/worry I tell myself “would God worry about this? I already have it because I said so” I just want to make sure I’m doing it right because I’m deleting Tumblr and wanna focus on fulfilling myself. I can be hard on myself and considered myself as a failure bc I couldn’t manifest things that I actually wanted 🫠 a&p really traumatized me as if I was always doing something wrong but I CAN do this and it will all be worth it in the end when I’m living my dream life. Thank you for reading this, it’s kinda long lol 🫶🏻

it means so much to me that you’re here and that you feel safe and comforted. that’s what matters most to me in cultivating community, online and IRL, so thank you for telling me. 🥰 first off, you’re not alone - a&p wasn’t for me either. i know it’s great for some people, but for me, everything in my body kept saying, “this is not who I AM” when i focused on my desires 24/7. it felt like a complete abandonment of self, like i was putting all my energy on getting something in the physical world despite genuinely believing i already had it, or at least that, somehow, some way, it was all already done in my favor. i would go from listening to my intuition and knowing it was done to feeling like i was doing something wrong because it seemed like everyone else was putting in effort to get their desires—and succeeding—so shouldn’t i be doing the same? but then i would keep coming back to the question: if i truly believed i already had this—and i do—would i be putting in ANY effort to get it? (aside from taking inspired action, which is never a byproduct of any mental, manifestation-related acrobatics lol). and the answer was always no. i’d simply be focused on being the best, most loving, present, joyful, badass version of myself while trusting everything was already taken care of. it was only when i truly surrendered to that—to my deep, internal knowing, to my intuition—that things starting shifting rapidly—and i mean RAPIDLY—in my favor. all of which is to say, i believe it is BELIEF—in self, and in the inevitability of manifesting a desired outcome—that leads to materialization of said desired outcome in the physical realm. it’s not the techniques you do, the words you say, anything other than the feeling (knowing) that it is yours. that it is done. that god said yes. so my question to you is, simply, do you TRULY believe you have already received the lifa app? that, somehow, some way, it is making its way into your physical world right now? or does some part of you still believe you need to do something—affirm, focus on your state, yada yada—to get it? what i hear in reading your post IS genuine conviction, following a period of trauma and exhaustion (shouts to you for not giving up - that right there is proof of a winning mentality). “I know I can experience something different.” “I CAN do this and it will all be worth it in the end when I’m living my dream life.” well, that’s your starting place. and, as we say in the writing world, “in the beginning is the end.” belief in self, in already having received —> self-actualization + receiving. you know your end. you ARE your end. move with faith and conviction.

i believe in you, i love you, and i can’t wait to hear about all your successes.

#law of assumption #loa #loassumption #loassblog #manifestation #self concept #mindset #imagination #self belief #conviction #faith #wish fulfilled #live in the end #power of belief #gods promise #god #god consciousness #faith in god #neville goddard #states of consciousness

[ladykissingfish]

*Sasori and Deidara by a river on a warm day; Sasori is washing their clothes and cloaks, and Deidara is bathing a little further downstream*

Sasori, sighing: These things are so dirty … and that last trip really did a number on our cloaks. No matter how hard I scrub, I keep finding more and more sand in-between the folds.

Deidara: Our shit got pretty torn, too. When that stuff is dry, we’re going to have to sew up all the holes and rips, hm. 

Sasori: Heh; this is the one thing I miss having my grandmother around for. She always took care of tedious chores like this. If I still had an organic body, I’m sure my arms and shoulders would be terribly achy by now.

Deidara: Oi, don’t forget, I did offer to help you, Danna, hm.

Sasori: No no; you just focus on cleaning yourself. I’d wager you’re dirtier than anything I’m working on.

Deidara: Gee, what a kind thing to say. *lowers himself down and begins wetting his hair* But you know, when we’re married, I’ll be doing most of the chores, anyway. Although you don’t eat, hm, so I guess cooking for myself won’t really be a chore …

Sasori: Married? Whenever did I express a desire to be married? 

Deidara: Oh, come on, Sasori. You know you love me and want to be with me for forever.

Sasori: Me loving you and us getting married are not mutually exclusive concepts, my dear. Are you washing behind your ears?

Deidara: *picks up his wash cloth and starts scrubbing the area in question* Don’t try and change the subject, Danna. This is serious. We’re at the point in our relationship where it’s time to give each other some ideas about the future, hm.

Sasori: You want assurances? Alright, that’s fair. I promise I’ll always love you. I promise I’ll always take care of you, and protect you, even if that means protecting you from yourself. I promise I’ll always listen to you and respect your opinions and —

Deidara: Sounds a lot like marriage vows to me, Sasori. *rises from the water and walks to the sunny riverbank, where a sun-warmed towel is waiting for him*

Sasori: You know, I’d have never imagined that such a thing would hold such importance to you, Dei. You certainly don’t strike me as being a traditionalist.

Deidara: I’m not, but you’re right, this IS important to me. *speaks softly* All my life, I never had anything that I felt was completely, 100 percent mine. Getting married, being able to show a ring on my finger, knowing that I belong to someone and they belong to me, and only me, it means a lot to me. And the person I want for that? The one I want holding my hand and yelling at me when I’m being reckless and telling me to wash behind my ears? That’s you. Idiot.

Sasori, smiling: You’re quite rude, aren’t you? No matter; you’ve given me some things to consider, Deidara. No promises, but I will be seriously thinking over what you said. Alright?

Deidara: Alright, hm. Thanks, Danna. 

Sasori: And just for the record, or for your peace of mind … I DO belong to you. All of me, ring or no ring. And you know something? If my grandmother and I were still on speaking terms, I’d be rushing you to Suna to introduce you to her.

Deidara: Aw, Danna! That’s so sweet, hm! You really mean that?

Sasori: Of course. I’ve been trying to find a way to take that old biddy out for years; hard considering, like me, she’s built up a powerful immunity to poisons. BUT if she sees me, the grandson she swore would always be alone, with a beautiful spouse? Instant heart attack. Wouldn’t even have to touch her; it’d be the perfect crime! 

Sasori: And then we could go around doing the same to everyone else in Suna that doubted me. We could take out the whole damn village in one fell swoop!

Sasori: And then, my dear, you could engage your art and completely blow Suna off the map. And we could have our wedding night on top of the smoldering ashes.

Deidara:

Deidara: It bothers me how much of a turn-on I think that is, hm.

#sasodei #sasori x deidara #sasori #deidara #the akatsuki #love #wedding bells #they’re in love your honor #and it’s completely 100% normal and healthy and zero red flags #❤️💛 #🦂💥 #granny chiyo would absolutely give her blessing to this union

[lettersagainsttransphobia]

So: 

While I’ve been running Letters Against Transphobia, I’ve been continually looking for methods of promoting it, so that it can reach as wide an audience as possible. One idea I had was to do a call for specific submissions on a specific day: everyone would be free to submit whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it the rest of the time, but for that one day, we could focus on a specific theme and ask people to basically just flood my inbox. I thought I’d try it once, and if it goes well I’ll do it again. 

To start with, I was thinking ‘trans joy’, as a theme. A lot of people aren’t feeling much joy right now, but I thought it would be a good theme to start off with, and, often, the biggest way to say ‘fuck you’ to our oppressors is to be happy with ourselves, or to find joy in something. 

So I was scrolling through lists of international days trying to find a convenient date on which to do this, when I found out: the second of May is International Harry Potter Day. 

Lots of trans people celebrating themselves and their trans joy? I can’t think of anything that would piss off JK more. 

So, if you’re on board with this, here’s the plan. On the Second of May, if you feel comfortable doing so, please submit a message to Letters Against Transphobia on the theme of trans joy. This message can take any form you want it to: it doesn’t have to be long, and it doesn’t need to be structured like a letter. It could be a personal anecdote, a short note about something that made you happy, a supportive message to other trans people—you could even make a playlist if you want to. And if you’re in a position to, please encourage others to do the same. Let’s get as many submissions as we can; let’s show people how joyful being trans can be.  Here's a link for submissions, if you need it: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSds7jiUyx-vdq6fWSgN12FNQKWYvrYFMcrYkd_FLGQdQxOGxQ/viewform?usp=sf_link

#boost #letters against transphobia #call for submissions #2nd May #trans joy #tw jkr mention #trans positivity #trans pride

[bangtaninborderland]

Hey sweetheart! How are you?? I know you haven't been well the past few months but it's great seeing you come back!!

Also, I found it so adorable how you wrote a birthday fic for the other anon, and was wondering if you would be so kind as to make one for me? My birthday isn't today, it's rather on the 30th of August but I'm sending this ask early to give you time in case you do decide to write it. No pressure of course!

It's for Arisu actually, since he's my comfort character. Something small and fluffy maybe? Like Arisu sucks at showing his feelings and reader gets insecure/jealous thinking he actually likes Usagi, but then he does finally put in effort into confessing, probably on their birthday?

I'd be over the moon if you do write this, but I'm not forcing you to in any way! I love reading whatever you put out so please keep doing that!

Hello anon!! 💜 I feel awful I have only just seen this please accept this as my late birthday gift to you! Like I said I’m Always happy to write something for anyone on their birthday - it may come a little late but I’d rather post something late rather than send out something that’s only half done or with half my focus. I hope you have had an amazing birthday and that you got everything you wanted! I hope the next year is filled with joy and happiness and you can feel some of that reading this!

I’m sorry this isn’t super long I wrote it in the break of my Korean classes. I hope it’s good enough! 💜

Happy birthday! 🥰

Arisu X Reader - Birthday Confessions.

You kept telling yourself not to be jealous, you and Arisu were friends, nothing more but even after a week of trying to convince yourself you still felt the same sadness whenever you see him and Usagi together.

It was impossible to talk to Arisu alone, he always brought Usagi even when the situation wasn’t something she needed to be involved in. At first you was sad, wondering if you had done something wrong - if there was a reason he didn’t want to be around you but as you watched them more it because clear that they couldn’t have been just friends like you and him are.

She’s probably the reason you two are just friends.

You hadn’t expected to develop feelings for Arisu. It had happened after a tough game, you only had 20 seconds left before you would have lost, he manages to figure out who the shooter was just in time. you were the only remaining survivors and you still thank Arisu for saving your life even though he always declines and says it was a team effort.

Since then he took care of you, became a friend, you had talked once after a game both until the sun came up and went down, he talked about his friends, ones that didn’t survive and you talked about the people you had lost too. He cried, you’d never seen a man cry before but he wasn’t afraid to show emotions, he was so hurt and broken yet he was still trying to save everyone, to save you. That’s the moment you realised you cared for him more than anyone else.

You always smile at the way how even in a matter of life and death he was so humble. So unexpected, everyone usually wants something when you help one another in a game but not him, he helped you live and helped you find the beach. That’s where you met Usagi, she was someone you found honest, you respected that and even now you don’t dislike her but you can’t help feeling a little sad at the way his smile widens when she is around, it’s like they live in a bubble only they can see.

Your short lived memory lane comes to an end when a hard taps your shoulder. You turn around a little shocked when you see Usagi, first a secret deathly world and now the crush of your crush? The universe really didn’t like you. Nevertheless you out on a smile and did your best to be kind.

“Hey is everything okay?” You ask a little confused. Although you had spoke to Usagi a few times it had never been this random.

She gives you a small smile before nodding. “I had to move some stuff in my room can you come and help me?”

“Uh sure, isn’t Risu around to help?” You ask, smiling to yourself at the nickname you had made for him that he hated but you loved.

“He is talking to hatter about something, it’s kind of important I would wait but I can’t. If you’re not free I can ask Kuina although I think she went to the meeting too.” She huffs, and you curse yourself for being too friendly.

“I’ll help.” You mumble standing up following behind her as she leads you to her room.

You stand up walking beside her the conversation grows awkward.

“Happy birthday today by the way.” She hymns as she walks up the stairs a few steps ahead of you.

“Thankyou.” You smile a little confused how she knew, the only person you had mentioned it too was Arisu.

Your mind continues to fill with confusion as she walks past her door into that of Arisus, you wait hesitantly afraid of interfering with his personal space.

“You can come in.” You hear her call out and hesitantly you peek your head around the door. The room was darker than usual, you looked to find the light switch only to be shocked when you see Arisu sitting on the end of his bed.

“Is everything okay? I thought you was in a meeting and Usagi I thought you needed help?” You stood in confusion, unsure what is actually going on.

“Please sit down.” Arisu asks, his voice wavering.

You head towards the space next to him on the bed, your movements slowing as Usagi opens the door. “I’ll go now”

You continue to the space on the bed, your mind in absolute confusion as you look towards Arisu for some answers.

“I’m sorry I got usagi to lie to you, I didn’t know how else to do this I didn’t want to tell you at the pool and I was nervous before to do this alone.” He whispers looking away from you.

“Tell me what? Your anxiety takes the best of you and your heart starts racing, worried about what he has to tell you - was this the moment he confirms he is dating Usagi? Your mind questions itself as you wait for his next words.

“Usagi isnt… she doesn’t… I like… I’m bad with… look” Arisu spits out word after word but none make any sense, you sit in even more confusion than 5 minuets ago.

“I think this was a bad idea.” You sigh standing up with the intention of leaving heavy in your mind, almost too sure he was going to confirm what you had thought all along.

You was shocked as his finger hooked itself into yours, freezing your mind and your movements.

“I like you.” He whispers, barely loud enough for you to understand what he says.

You turn your head towards hums, your face unable to hide your doubt earning a small laugh from him. “You what?”

“I … well … I like you.” He mumbles, this time more confident.

“But Usagi?” You ask returning to your seat next to him, you was half convinced any moment now you would wake up and this whole conversation be something your mind made up to punish you.

“We are just friends, she reminds me of the people I lost when I first got here, she helped me a lot then. She’s special and I want to help her get out of here, she deserves better than this world but she’s just a friend. You’re different.” He smiles to himself, causing you to do the same.

“Different how?” You turn your body to him, showing him that he had your full attention.

“I want to get out of here with you. I want to escape this world with you, as a team. Like together.” He glanced at you quickly before looking towards the large windows.

“Like an us?” You ask hesitantly, afraid you may have misunderstood his words.

He nodded slowly, his gaze travelling up to meet yours. “Like an us.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?“ you mumbled, your fingers still entwined with his.

“I didn’t know how too, Usagi helped. She told me to stop being scared she said if we could win deathly games then I could talk about my feelings.” He laughed and you did too.

You felt bad for the negative emotions you had towards Usagi, it was never her who stopped your relationship it was Arisu, you owed her an apology.

“I have to apologise to Usagi.” You whisper, ashamed.

He looked at you slightly baffled. “Why?”

You laid your head on his shoulder like you usually would whenever you had an important conversation. “I was angry at her, jealous and maybe a little bit upset. I thought you was with her, that you wanted her and not me.”

“You don’t have to apologise, she knows you didn’t mean it badly. It’s why she encouraged me so much to talk to you.” He began drawing small circled in the palm of your hand.

“She’s a good person.” You nod your head lightly.

“She’s my best friend now.” His laugh covered the sadness he had felt.

“I’d like to be a team.” You agree with his earlier words.

“Then let’s be a team.” He mumbles as he places a small kiss onto your forehead.

You follow his lead as his hand cups the side of your face, pulling you up to look at him. You go to speak but it’s cut off by his lips lightly colliding with you, the kiss filled with sweetness. After a few moments he pulls away, your face glows red.

“Happy birthday. I would have gotten you a gift but I didn’t know if you’d want to celebrate being here.” He places another kiss onto your forehead.

You rest your head on his chest, his fingers trailing through your hair. “I don’t need any gifts, this is already the best birthday. I have you.” You breathe in complete relaxation. There was many things you would face but they all seemed smaller knowing Arisu and Usagi would be by your side.

#murakami nijiro #nijiro murakami #aib netflix #nijiro #alice in borderland #aib #aib chishiya #nijiro icons #aib x you #dead stock jdrama #arisu x reader #arisu #imawa no kuni no arisu #arisu alice in borderland #aib arisu #Arisu x yn #arisu ryohei #ryohei arisu #kuina alice in borderland #niragi alice in borderland #usagi yuzuha #usagi x reader #suguru niragi #ima wa no kuni no alice #alice in borderland netflix #chishiya shuntarou #jdrama #chishiya icons #aib headcanons #imawa no kuni no alice

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

22nd Day of Christmas

Lonely Christmas Invite

Summary/Prompt: The reader is set to spend Christmas alone in an unfamiliar city until they get an unexpected invitation

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: implied smut

Christmas Masterlist | Masterlist

You’re the new guest star, playing a recurring role as an angel trying to con the Winchester brothers, on the newest season of Supernatural. You’re loving everything about the role, except that Christmas is fast approaching and you’re miles from your family. This is your first big, international role. There was no way you could turn it down, even if it meant you would be stranded in Canada, on the other side of the world from your family at Christmas. So, you jumped on the plane and never looked back.

You’re grateful that all the cast and crew are so friendly and welcoming, especially the sexy lead. You and Jensen have been working together closely since day one as his character has been the main focus of your character. But you also started hanging out a little more unprofessionally offset. You never meant for it to happen, but you’re glad it did. It all started with a few welcome-to-the-cast drinks, but once everyone else went home for the night you somehow ended up back at his apartment and in his bed. You both swore that no one could know. You’re not overly proud to say (despite how amazing it’s been) that you’ve spent more than a few nights in his apartment throughout the season. You always remind yourself that it’s just a fling, but either way, it’s a great distraction from the loneliness.

After a long, draining day of filming, Bob Singer finally calls cut. You stretch out your tired limbs and stow your character as you head back to your trailer to change and clean off your SFX makeup. Shortly after you’re back to your own attire and feel clean again instead of stiff and sticky from the fake blood, you hear a soft knock.

“Come in!” you call out.

You hear the trailer door creak open and Jensen slips inside. “Any plans tonight, Sexy?”

You hush him as you pull him into a hug. “You can’t say that here. We’ll get in trouble for being unprofessional. I’m only a guest star they can write me out whenever they want.”

“Jared married a guest star. It’s different here, that’s what I keep telling you. We could go fully official and no one would complain.”

“Still…You’re the lead, you’ll be fine. The show can’t go on without you, but me…No one would notice if I was gone.”

“I would.”

“Yeah, you’d miss the mindblowing sex.”

“That I would. But I’d also just miss you. But speaking of mindblowing sex…”

“You’re unbelievable. I’ll meet you back at your place in an hour?”

“I was actually thinking we could get dinner first? Let me take you on a proper date, please.”

“Not yet. I want to establish myself first. I don’t want people to think I’m just sleeping with you to get famous or anything. I want to get on the front of a magazine for who I am, not who I’m sleeping with.”

“Fine. Let me at least cook for you then.”

“That I can do. I’ll meet you over there.”

“Good.” He kisses you quickly before pulling away and sneaking out of your trailer.

You take a deep breath as you lean against the closed door. You wait a while before you pack up and head home. You shower quickly and change into a comfy outfit, you also pack a quick overnight bag since you figure you won’t be coming home tonight. You then head over to his apartment. Your stomach growls on the drive over and you couldn’t be more thankful that he’s cooking.

You knock on his door and wait. After a few minutes he opens the door. “Hey…” he looks you up and down with a small frown. You notice he’s dressed in a nice button up and jeans with his hair brushed back. “Well, I feel overdressed…”

“Sorry, I didn’t…I thought I was coming over for a relaxed meal and hot sex, not a formal date.”

He nods but can’t hide his disappointment. “Right. Uh, yeah. Yep. Uh, come in.”

“I can go home and change again…”

“No, don’t be ridiculous. Come in. It’s okay. Dinner’s almost ready.” He disappears into the kitchen and you’re riddled with guilt.

“I’ll be right back, I just left my phone in the car,” you call out as you open his front door again. You desperately hope you left a dress in the car from one of your other sleepovers where you’ve gone straight to set after. You check your back seats and then the trunk. In an old shopping bag you find a simple black dress and a pair of heels. Sure he’s probably seen and stripped you out of this dress before and this time you unfortunately won’t have matching sexy lingerie underneath but it’ll have to do. You take the bag upstairs to his apartment and slip inside and into his bathroom as quietly as possible. You strip out of your sweater and jeans and into the black dress and heels. Then you let your hair out and run your hands through it a few times to liven it up. You’re still missing the makeup but you think you did well considering.

You come out just as Jensen is finishing to set the table. When he turns around he checks you out. “How did you?”

“A woman is always prepared. This better?”

“I’d take you however you come, but yes it does feel more like a date now. But I need to know before this goes too much further, because I’m falling too hard and too fast…Is this just meaningless sex to you?”

“I thought it was,” you say. “But now I’m not so sure. Things are moving faster and differently than I expected. I just don’t know. You’ll be going home to visit your family soon and I’ll just be waiting until the next callback or audition.”

“How about we start with dinner and just keep seeing where this goes then? No pressure, no labels. Just fun and following the tide.”

“I like the sound of that. Thank you.”

“Come on, it’ll go cold.” You both sit down and share the delicious home cooked meal.

As you’re eating Jensen says, “I haven’t decided by the way…”

“Have decided what?”

“Whether I’m going home for Christmas. My parents are traveling, enjoying their golden years and my siblings are doing their own thing. I’m on my own for Christmas too.” You nod as you take another bite considering what he said. “Would you like to spend Christmas with me Y/N? We can hang out here or I can take you to see Texas. You said you haven’t seen much of the USA yet.”

“But the paparazzi…”

“We don’t have to leave this apartment if you don’t want to.”

“Go with the flow, remember. You make your own plans and I’ll fit in where I can. You shouldn’t have to hide inside because of my fears.”

“Just come over for Christmas dinner then. The rest we can work out as it comes, but let me have that to plan.”

“Alright. You’d better make it delicious then.”

“Did I let you down tonight?”

“Not at all. This is delicious. You’re an amazing cook.”

“Thanks. I’ll make sure not to let you down.”

After dinner you help him with the dishes and then you both sit on the couch and watch some trash reality TV until your eyelids grow heavy. But instead of falling into bed with him, you insist on driving home.

#jensen x y/n #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles fluff #jensen x reader #jensen ackles imagine #jensen ackles fic #jensen ackles x y/n #jensen ackles x reader

[yukidragon]

Can you imagine a romantic evening between MC and Jack in the department? Maybe Jack will have a nice meal and the MC will wear a flashy dress to surprise Jack. One night where they both profess love, where they forget the bad and focus on it, maybe, Jack could take advantage and propose marriage to MC?

I must admit that I LOVE Alice (MC) and Jack with all my heart. They are a beautiful couple and they deserve a happy ending ❤️

Gosh, thank you so much! I’m really happy you like Alice so much. 💖 Don’t worry, I intend to write her and Jack having a happy ending together.

That’s quite the romantic idea you have there. MC and Jack have a dinner date that leads to him proposing is super sweet. Naturally, this is going to depend on the type of MC, whether they’re interested in marriage, and how their relationship goes, especially after the events of the game.

Naturally, I’ve already got some ideas for how it might go with my MC, Alice. Since you wanted to hear some images, and we could all use some nice fluffy goodness after the past few headcanons, I’m going to just go nuts and have fun with the topic of marriage and proposing with my OTP.

Just as a heads up, these thoughts will get spicy. This is an Adults Only game after all, and Jack is a very needy yandere who wants to fill his sunshine with his love.

Before I begin, let’s do the tags. If you want to get tagged in my future headcanon ramblings, please let me know!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars

While I’m at it, here are links to my SDJ fanfics, Sunshine in Hell, and Sunshine in Another World. I’d love it if you read them and left a comment. Thanks!

The subject of marriage was something that came up while they were still in the friendship stage of their relationship. The first time Alice ever told Jack she wanted to get married eventually was one night when she was tearfully venting to her supernatural friend about her shattered dreams of a future with Ian. She dreamed of her future wedding, of having a big family with her best friend who loved and understood her the most... and he betrayed her.

Jack comforted Alice that night, cuddling her close and reassuring her that she can still have that dream someday, but with someone who truly loves her. She appreciated the reassurance, but didn’t believe it. If the bond she had with Ian was so flimsy, how could anyone truly love her?

It was painful for Jack to hear Alice think that way about herself, to not realize or even be ready to accept just how much he loved her and how much better she deserved. Still, it helped him understand her better too, her dreams for the future that he promised himself to one day give her. She was still hurt by the lies of false love, but eventually he would show her what real love felt like... because even if her love for him was platonic right now, he knew she cared about him.

The next time the subject of marriage comes up between them is a while later, though they’re not in a relationship. Alice is invited to a wedding and asks Jack to be her plus one. Technically her invitation didn’t allow for a plus one, but it’s not like they would see him, right?

Naturally, Jack was elated by the invitation, and he showed up dressed in a very colorful but snappy suit. Come to think of it, it probably would look a lot like the suit he wears in the Aphrodesia crossover.

Minus the bloodstains of course. (And the wise guy dog man underling accessory.)

As always, whenever I show some of Jambeebot/Sauce’s beautiful art, I must give full credit to them for their hard work. I also want to remind everyone not to post the private art posted on the Snaccpop Patreon. Let’s always remember to be respectful of the original creator and the team working with them, okay?

Alice is used to Jack’s mysterious supernatural changes of clothes by this point, such as his super cozy robe and pajamas. (She has admittedly swiped his robe a couple times for herself despite how big it is on her, since it’s just so comfy.) Even still, the sight of Jack in a suit is striking. She can’t help but think it looks really good on him, and her heartbeat picks up at the sight of him.

Jack, naturally, overhears Alice thinking about how handsome he is, but he still asks her what she thinks, just being a little cheeky about it and wanting to hear her say what she’s thinking out loud. He might give praise easily to his sunshine, but he will soak up every drop of it she’ll give him like a plant dying of thirst.

Flustered at being asked after what she was just thinking (which she shouldn’t be having about her friend), Alice has to take a moment to recover, and she deflects, trying to overcompensate in being friendly with her praise, because she is not going going to make this weird. Jack just rolls with her being gently teasing even as she compliments him, bantering back with her lightly, and the nervousness melts from her quickly so they have a fun exchange.

Jack, naturally, praised Alice for her gorgeous dress. The way it hugged her curves was just... Mmm... It was tempting, to say the least. He had to look away and calm himself down, or she was going to catch just how much he ached to show her just how much he appreciated the view. His words came out soft, sincere, and a little shy, as he worried about coming on too strong. Alice is skittish about romance, and if he approaches her too fast, he might ruin things.

The flattery works very well on Alice, though inwardly she struggles to believe it. When Jack continues to praise her, talking in detail about what works about her outfit and her appearance, she gets so flustered she has to tell him to stop. Her face is cherry red, and her heart is pounding so hard she’s sure he can hear it. It feels way, way too good, and she redirects the conversation towards getting to the wedding on time.

Jack adores her reaction, and he wants to keep making Alice flustered, but he allows her to change the topic. It’s addicting to overwhelm her with praise and making her feel good, but he knows when to stop. Someday she’ll be ready for him to tease and please her as much as he wants. Someday.

The wedding is a beautiful ceremony, and Jack imagines that it’s him and Alice standing there before the officiant, saying such sweet vows of love. He can even imagine some of the things he would say to her. The couple only has eyes for each other, and he can’t help but want that, his gaze constantly straying to his sunshine. To his delight, she sneaks glimpses at him as well, only to look away quickly with pinked cheeks when he catches her looking.

Yet there’s a faint hint of somberness to Alice throughout the wedding, a wistfulness that doesn’t escape Jack’s notice. He waits until she’s away from others during the reception to ask her if she’s doing alright. She says she’s fine, and he gently broaches the subject of how she feels about getting married someday.

Alice is pensive as she swirls the drink in her hand, non-alcoholic despite the open bar. Her thoughts are all over the place, wanting what the married couple have, but thinking that’s something out of her reach now, along with other complicated thoughts about Ian.

After Alice admits she isn’t sure, Jack tells her it’s okay to still want this, to want to get married. His perceptiveness startles her yet again, and he continues before she can linger on it for too long, telling her that just because Ian’s love is fake doesn’t mean that all love is. Someday, she’ll realize there’s someone who truly loves her and will only look at her like the beautiful, irreplaceable treasure that she is, forever.

Alice is blushing all the way to her ears after that and barely manages to thank Jack, overwhelmed. Her heart pounds, and a small part of her can’t help but think that he certainly makes her feel that way... and how it feels almost too good to be around him at times.

Jack is quick to remind Alice that he’ll always be there for her, as long as she wants him to be. Again she can barely do anything more than thank him, but she appreciates him entering her life. She wished for a friend, and he’s everything she could ask for and more.

Soon enough someone comes by asking for her and their conversation comes to an end, much to Jack’s regret. However, before going back, Alice sneaks a squeeze to Jack’s hand, which he tenderly returns.

As Alice returns to the reception, she thinks that maybe Jack is right. Maybe someday she can be as happy as the married couple, only with the right person by her side.

After Alice and Jack get together as a couple, the subject of marriage is brought up again. Though it’s a heart pounding topic for both of them, there is the logistics of it they need to consider. It’s a more serious discussion that hangs heavy over the happy light and fluffy feelings.

A big wedding ceremony isn’t going to happen, sadly. Even a marriage certificate won’t work out, as ghosts(?) aren’t something the law is much concerned about. They could never get married in front of a bunch of friends and family who wish them well on their new life together.

Jack promises that he’ll be with Alice forever as long as she wants him to be, even without a ceremony, softly kissing her lips to emphasize his love. She asks timidly if he really wants forever with her.

“More than anything,” Jack breathes before kissing Alice again, this time more deeply.

The conversation starts to fragment from there. Words of love and promises of forever are exchanged. Jack needs to hear her say that’s what Alice wants too, and oh when his sweet sunshine says the words he longs to hear... he just has to show how much he loves her.

It’s not an outright proposal in so many words, but the sentiment is there, a small thought at the back of both their minds. It’s a promise that sparks desire and the two of them make love several times that night.

Dates between the pair range from innocent outings having fun, like visiting the park, the museum, the movies, etc... to more intimate private dates at home.

Though, admittedly, the “innocent” outings didn’t exactly stay G-rated like they did before they were dating. Jack just can’t help himself, and there’s a thrill to whisk his sunshine off into a secluded area where they’re not supposed to be so that he can show her his love even in a place where they might get caught. Alice is so cute when she struggles to remain quiet, especially when he can be as noisy as he wants, constantly showering her with sweet words and encouragement as she takes him so deep. It’s so much fun to see her flustered face, flush with excitement, and to tease her gently about them making love in such a risky place even as he praises her for it.

On those sorts of dates, Alice dresses a little nicer, but not too much, not wanting to attract unwanted attention from other people. It’s on the date nights at home that she tries to make special sometimes by dressing up in clothes definitely too... inappropriate to wear to a wedding.

(Oh hey, it’s my art for a change! Remember this from Alice’s initial concept sheet?)

Thigh-high stockings, a short skirt, midriff showing, fishnet sleeves, delicate jewelry, high heels, hair styled, and makeup carefully done... Alice might struggle to see herself as attractive, but she still gives it her all when dressing up for a date that isn’t just a casual outing. She wants to feel attractive on these nights... and Jack certainly does his absolute best to make sure she does.

Jack dresses up as well in that nice fancy suit. He can’t look shabby when Alice tried so hard to dress up for him, can he? The sight of her after she comes out of the bedroom once she’s finished is just... wow. He’s stunned every time, but his heart skips a beat as he realizes she bought a new outfit just for his eyes only. It’s such a rare treat to see her wearing clothes made to flatter her body instead of hiding it away.

At the same time, a more primal part of Jack wants to mess up all that hard work Alice put into her appearance. He wants to pin her down to the bed, smear the lipstick with his kisses, displace her top to give him access to her breasts and leave marks as rosy as her lips. He wants to pull her panties aside and gain access to the hidden treasure underneath, to drive himself deep inside her as she wraps her stocking-covered legs around him and calls his name as he reduces her to a beautiful loving mess.

Jack has to take a moment to compose himself. Later, he promises himself. Oh, there will be time to make plenty of messes with his sunshine later, but first comes the date. Alice worked so hard for his sake, and he would never want her to feel like her plans went to waste... and he certainly doesn’t want to throw away his own.

While Alice spent all that time getting ready, Jack cooked them a delicious meal. He went all out, preparing all of her favorite dishes. He even lit a couple (very colorful) candles to set a romantic atmosphere. She gave him access to her phone a while back, so he uses it to turn on the playlist he selected. He made sure to pick only nice romantic songs that would add to the atmosphere and not distract from it.

Alice has no idea what Jack has in store. She’s just happy to be on a date with him, treasuring these private moments together. They talk, they laugh, and they enjoy the meal he worked so hard to make. Jack doesn’t eat often since he doesn’t have to, and he’s mindful of her financial situation, but Alice enjoys eating together with him, especially on special occasions. He basks in her praise for his cooking, as well as the happy noises she makes as she takes those first surprised and pleasured bites. It makes all the work he put into cooking worth it, and when he mentions how he made it with love, her cheeks turn pink, and she tries to banter back that she can feel it.

“So can I,” Jack says, his dark eyes soft and adoring as he reaches across the table to place his hand on hers. Alice turns her hand over to lace their fingers together and admires his eyes in the romantic candlelight. “Sunshine... Alice... I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Jack,” Alice replies just as fondly, and she can say it easily now, her light blue eyes soft and shining in the light. “So very much.”

Even though the sun went down a couple hours before, Jack feels as though he’s basking in warm sunshine when Alice looks at him like that, and her words make him melt into a puddle of goo.

It’s time. Jack stands to move around the table to Alice’s side, their hands still laced together. She smiles at him and reaches out for him with her other hand as he bends down, expecting a kiss or even more... only for him to go lower. It catches her off-guard until she sees him get down on one knee and pull a ring box out of his pocket.

Alice is too stunned so speak, so Jack fills in the silence. He had an entire speech prepared. He talks about how much he loves her, how much she meant to him, how much she’s always meant to him since the day they met. She’s his angel who saved him from hell. She always looked at him like a person and cared about him even when she was afraid he wasn’t real or that his intentions might not be truthful at first. She was so kind and courageous, giving him a chance to prove how much he cared about her despite her misgivings or how hurt she was in the past.

Jack knows he can’t give her a grand wedding in front of all her friends and family... he can’t even promise a legal marriage. What he can promise is forever. Even if the world could never understand what they have, it doesn’t need to, because their love is more important than anything else in the world.

“Alice... will you marry me?”

The speech moved Alice to tears, smearing her makeup, but she was beyond caring. It was all she could do to choke back a whimper or sob so she wouldn’t miss a single word of his proposal. However, even after Jack finishes, her voice won’t work, too choked up with emotions, and she manages to nod. In her heart, she screams the word “Yes!” over and over, but her voice won’t cooperate with her. When she still can’t speak, she throws herself into his arms and clings close, nodding over and over as she buries her face into Jack’s neck and cries, overwhelmed and full of joy.

“It’s okay,” Jack coos softly as he nuzzles into her hair. “Take your time. I’ll be right here when you can say it out loud.” He kisses her softly then. “God... I love you so much.”

“Y... yes,” Alice eventually forces out, her voice cracking. “Yes,” she says again a little stronger. She repeats the word again and again, as it comes more easily each time. Finally she pulls back, her carefully done makeup ruined, but to Jack she’s never looked more beautiful. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Jack... Jack, I love you so much.”

Jack can’t hold back, he kisses Alice, pouring all his love into that single gesture. She returns the kiss with just as much enthusiasm, pawing at his back, a part of her desperately trying to get closer to him than is humanly possible. He draws her closer in return, only parting when she needs to breathe. As she catches her breath, her face adorably flushed, he slips the ring on her finger.

For a moment, Alice can only stare at the ring in wonder. It’s a beautiful thing, a gold band with a sunburst design around a blue stone with red and yellow accents. After a moment though, she has to ask how he got it, wondering if it’s something as supernatural (and unseen by others) as his changes of clothes.

Jack admits he ordered it online from a jeweler. He had to do it secretly so she wouldn’t find out, but he earned the money himself.

Stunned, Alice can only ask how, and though Jack is loathe to bring up Shaun during a moment like this that should be only about the two of them, he has to mention his friend and rival because he does owe Shaun for helping him. Practical effects for a horror movie are a lot more effective and unsettling with a ghost(?)’s help after all.

Alice can’t help but be moved by how far Jack went for her sake, and the tears flow anew. She kisses him, and he eagerly returns it. The time for talk has passed, and now it’s time for them to show how much they love each other with their bodies.

The mess they make together is even more amazing than Jack imagined. Alice is so beautiful wearing his engagement ring, moaning his name and telling him how much she loves him, forever. He makes sure to reward her for saying those beautiful words he longed to hear for so long by praising her, worshipping her body, and making sure she feels nothing less than the most beautiful and lovely person in the world.

Whatever else Alice might have expected to happen on their date night between dinner and their bedroom is forgotten as they lose themselves in each other. Even after Jack finishes inside her, he doesn’t pull out, and she won’t let him either with the way her legs remain securely locked around his hips. Kisses, soft and lazy follow in the afterglow, peppered with soft murmurs of love.

It would be a perfect end to the night, but Jack isn’t done, not by a long shot. Soon the fire is stoked again, and Alice welcomes to heat. She loses track of how many times they make each other cum, and soon all she can say is his name as he thoroughly loves her well into the night.

The next day, a text is sent in to her boss from her phone, stating that Alice is too sick to go to work. Jack lets her sleep in late for once and admires the way the morning sun makes his sunshine, his fiancée, shine.

They really will be together forever. Alice, this beautiful, wonderful ray of sunshine who pulled him out of hell truly loves him and wants to be with him forever. Jack can truly believe it now, and he’s never felt happier.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #My Art #Ask

[minhoskofi]

chapter 1: genie in a bottle

no warnings

word count: 1.2k

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The bustling city of Seoul never slept, and the heart of its downtown was definitely no exception. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air. Amidst the hustle and bustle, you found yourself at the center of it all, skillfully crafting the perfect cups of coffee at the cafe you so loved working at.

One day, the cafe's owner introduced a new addition to the team – a tall, charismatic and somewhat clumsy assistant.

“This is Byounggon. I’d like you to show him the ropes and help him acclimate to the fast-paced world of our cafe, y/n”, he instructed you, and with a friendly nod towards the new guy, left him in your hands.

You turned to him and before you could say anything, he already had his attention fixated on you, “You can call me Gon. Looking forward to working with you!”, he spat out excitedly.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm, “Alright Gon, let’s get right into it then…”, a soft smile formed on your lips.

At first, Gon's fumbles and missteps drew a few raised eyebrows from the regular customers, but his infectious laughter and charming demeanor quickly won everyone over. His laughter was like honey, sweet and impossible to resist. His eyes sparkled like crescent moons when he smiled, and his silly jokes, though sometimes a little too on the nose, had a peculiar charm.

Days turned into weeks, and you found yourself looking forward to each shift with Gon.

As time passed and seasons changed, you began to notice the small details about him that made your heart slightly flutter. 

The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the endearing clumsiness that only seemed to make him more lovable, and the kindness he served every customer with.

And just like that, you couldn't deny the growing warmth in your chest whenever Byounggon was around.

One evening, as the last customers trickled out of the cafe, you and Byounggon found yourselves alone, cleaning up the remnants of the busy day. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he decided to break the comfortable silence.

"Hey, y/n, do you know why coffee is like love?" he asked with a grin.

You chuckled, accustomed to his playful banter. "No, Gon, why is coffee like love?"

"Because it's best when it's hot, keeps you awake at night, and makes your heart race when you least expect it," he replied in a tone more sincere than usual, his eyes locking with yours.

You felt a gentle heat rise to your cheeks, and averted your gaze, pretending to focus on the task at hand. "Smooth, Byounggon. I didn't know you were a poet as well as a barista."

Gon grinned, a mischievous glimmer flashed in his eyes. "Well, maybe you bring out the poetic side in me.", he mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear. 

The words lingered in the air, and you couldn't help but feel a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The playful banter had taken on a new layer - was a deeper kind of connection quietly starting to form between you two or was it just the coffee?

“Deeper connection, my foot!” You thought to yourself as you finished the closing tasks and turned off the lights. 

That evening, Byounggon had left early with a simple "I gotta run, sorry" without even looking back.

He didn't usually avoid looking at you, rather you found him stare quite often, and the stern expression on his face wasn't something you saw often which made you wonder.

But he ran not from you and not from the cafe nor the tiring closing tasks but rather from his own feelings which he was trying hard to suppress.

Without Byounggon’s dumb jokes the cafe was now silent, the only sound being the distant hum of the city outside. You couldn't help but replay the day's moments in your mind—the shared glances, the laughter, and the way you got along so easily. 

As you stepped into the cool night air, you glanced at the empty street, half-expecting to see Byounggon waiting for you as he usually did.

The realization hit you – he had left without your usual exchange of words and laughter. For some reason, a twinge of loneliness crept into your heart. It was then that you acknowledged the void Gon's absence had created.

As you walked home through the quiet streets, you couldn't shake off the feeling of something left unsaid. The glow of streetlights reflected off the wet pavement, mirroring the uncertainty in your thoughts.

Little did you know, on the other side of the city, Byounggon paced back and forth in his room, wrestling with his own emotions. The words he had kept silent during his time with you weighed heavily on his mind.

As you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, you wondered if the unspoken tension that hung in the air was a sign of something more - a friendship on the brink of evolving into something deeper. 

The night hung heavy with unspoken words and a restlessness, leaving both of you tossing and turning in your beds. There was a shared sense of unease that neither could shake off. 

Unbeknownst to each other, you both reached for your phones at the same time, contemplating the idea of breaking the silence.

Byounggon stared at his phone, debating whether to call you or not. He couldn't shake the guilt that lingered within him for leaving so suddenly without a proper explanation. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to test the waters by sending you a text.

As your phone rang on the bedside table, you glanced at the notification,

// It’s Gon, are you sleeping? Can I call? //, for some reason you felt relief upon seeing his name. As curiosity took over you, you called him without hesitation.

"Gon? Is everything okay?" you asked, concern coloring your words.

"Yeah, I just... I wanted to talk. Can we meet?" Byounggon suggested, his voice holding a sincerity that caught your attention.

Feeling a similar need to address the lingering tension, you nodded even though he couldn't see you. "Sure. Where do I go?"

Byounggon suggested a stroll along the Han river, it was quiet, peaceful, and the perfect setting for an honest conversation. You agreed, realizing that the open space might provide the clarity you both needed.

The night air was crisp as you met at the riverbank. The initial awkwardness gave way to the comfort of familiar company as you started walking side by side.

"I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly earlier. Something urgent came up and I had to go," Byounggon explained with evident honesty in his eyes.

You nodded slowly, "I understand, it’s okay. I just wish you had the chance to tell me before you left."

He sighed, "I know, and I'm really sorry about that. It wasn't my intention to leave you wondering. I just didn't want to burden you with the details in the middle of closing."

As you continued your stroll along the river, the weight of the unspoken tension began to lift.

Under the quiet canopy of stars, Byounggon and you kept walking in a comfortable silence. The moonlight cast a soft glow on his features, his eyes reflected the gentle shimmer of the moon, and his voice, though tinged with the weight of the night, held a warmth that drew you in.

Unable to tear your gaze away, you found yourself drowning in the depths of his eyes. 

A voice in your head warned against getting lost in the intensity of the moment. "He's just a friend," you reminded yourself, but the realization rang hollow as you let your eyes fall down to his lips to observe the way they move.

You hoped he wouldn't notice the lingering stares and the unspoken depth in your gaze, because deep down, you knew friends didn't usually look at each other like this.  The friendship you had felt like a delicate thread, and the moonlit night threatened to unravel the boundaries you had so carefully maintained this far.

next - chapter 2: confession

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[khaleesiofalicante]

DID YOU ALL HEAR THIS!? Truer words have not been spoken.

But it’s who he is at the core.

Big and loud. Maybe a little brilliant too.

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🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

When Max found David, he honestly had no idea what he was finding. But god is he fucking grateful.

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So much sweetness and feels and the some typical Max. 🤭🤭

His confidence – which he only shows when he must and not whenever he can. His kindness – which he shows all the time for everyone. His body – which Max could stand to see a little more.

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The growth. 😍🥹

But he has come to learn that it’s not about what Max wants but what David needs.

Ydturjidtnhy this. 😅

He is simply the FBI liaison for Interpol – which is admittedly a lot of responsibility because it means he is responsible for every joint operation between the Bureau and Interpol. And apparently, these fuckers work a lot together. Who even knew?

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Not entirely untrue about the Europeans. And Max stop roasting your brother!😂

Rafael would not survive on this side of the world.

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OH MY FUCKING GOD! This line here is perfection in all it's simplicity. I'm floored.

Pushing David is like pushing a door that says pull. It makes you look stupid and gets you nowhere.

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😭😭😭😭😭

“You are never useless.”

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I love him so much for the way he simply feeeeeels. 🥹🥹🥹

Max has no idea what the man is talking about.

All he can focus on is David standing behind him and David’s hands moving against his own and the soft press of David’s shirt against his skin and the fucking smell of vanilla filling his lungs.

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I'll fight everyone who dares.

“I’m worried people won’t like him. He is…He is not very likable.”

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HOW BAD IS THIS FORESHADOWING FOR LBAF? HUH? HUH!?

“But you seem to like him too,” Max whispers. “A lot.”

He is not jealous.

He will not be jealous of someone who is not even real.

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My boys!😭😭😭😭

“Every time I wanted to give up and every time it got too difficult to fight and too painful to love you, I’d think of him,” David chuckles and wipes his nose. “Because I didn’t want you to end up like him. Christ, it makes me sound so narcissistic as if you’d crumble without me but-”

“I would crumble without you,” Max says. “It’s not narcissistic. It’s…It’s scary.”

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MAAAAAAAAAAX

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

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NOBODY FUCKING TOUCH ME. I'M EMOTIONAL AS FUCK HERE. On the day Max thought his husband needed space. 🥹🥹❤️

“You made it.”

David smiles and leans in again. “We made it.”

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Thank you so much for this incredible gift. I'm in awe. I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to it.

To quote a very wise man:

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

I am so glad you liked it, Dee. Reading this made my entire day 💙

It doesn't happen a lot to me. But there are moments when I write a chapter (or a one shot) and then go "yeah, yeah, this is good, this is some good writing, you are a good writer". I felt that when I wrote this one.

IALS Max was always my favorite to write. Maybe I just like pain hehe.

Love you too ♥️

#IALS

[banannabethchase]

Work at a Smile, Go for a Ride - also on AO3

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Matt, about to lose his composure, has to take a walk in the middle of the coffin match during All In. And he runs into one Jon Moxley.

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Bingo square hurt/comfort, you are vanquished! Title from Bad Day by Daniel Powter, because I'm old.

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Matt can’t even keep his focus during the rest of All In. This is his baby, his life’s work. And he lost. They all lost.

When the screen in front of him blurs to the point where he can’t tell who’s who in the coffin match, he knows he has to call it.

“I need to talk a walk,” he says, and it’s too loud, it’s too abrupt, they’re gonna know.

Nick looks over at him. Then Adam, then Kenny. Even Kota’s eyes harbor pity, something Matt’s never wanted to earn from him. Adam smiles, too gently. “Want me to come with?”

“No,” Matt says, too quickly.

Nick stares at him, studies him unblinkingly. “Are you okay?”

“I’m – fine,” Matt lies. “I just need some alone time, okay?” He risks a look at Nick, whose blue eyes are giant and sad. He resists the urge to laugh; sometimes they do look like twins.

“I’m sorry, Matt,” Nick whispers. He reaches out and rests his hand on Matt’s arm. The repaired bicep. “I’m so sorry.”

Matt lies with a smile and sighs. “It’s not you. Sometimes it just doesn’t go our way, okay?” He leans in and pulls Nick in for the most reassuring hug he can muster, then steps away. “I’ll, um. I’ll be back.” He steps backward and waves at everyone at the production station and turns before the first tear builds.

This is stupid. It doesn’t matter if they won or lost. Nick even said that.

He was a half second too late to break up the pin, though. That does matter.

He swipes at his eyes, refusing to let tears fall if he cant stop them from gathering, and runs headlong into someone.

“Watch it!”

Matt looks up, startled. “I – sorry, Mox.” He steps aside. “I – yeah.”

“Whoa,” Mox says. Matt turns around. “No ‘eff you’? No ‘how’d it feel to lose’? What’s with the lack of attitude?”

Matt shrugs. “Not feeling it today.”

Mox stares at him so hard Matt blinks first, and a single tear he’s been battling runs down his face. He reaches up to swipe it away, but Mox catches it first with a rough thumb against his cheek. “Why aren’t you with your friends?”

“I really don’t want to do this right now.”

Mox sighs. “Okay. Fine.” He grabs Matt’s arm, gently at least, and steers him into the now empty warmup room. Matt’s immediately hit with the wall of excitement that now stings, the anticipation of being in this room earlier now soured with disappointment. “We don’t have to do it now. Whenever you’re ready.”

Matt sits on the bench, head dropping between his shoulders. “We don’t – you don’t need to talk to me. I’m fine.”

“How many times do you think you have to say that before it magically comes true?” The weight shifts on the bench and Mox’s thigh bumps against Matt’s. “Talk to me.”

“Why?” Matt asks, turning to Mox. “No offense or anything, but you hate me. Is this to get intel or something?”

Mox blinks at him. “You think I hate you?”

“I mean…” Matt pauses, unsure of where to go next. “Don’t you?”

Mox gets a hint of a smile in his eyes. “Do you hate me?”

Matt shrugs. “I don’t think so. Probably not.”

“Well, then, I probably don’t hate you, too,” Mox says. He bumps Matt’s arm. “Talk to me.”

“This is weird.”

“I’m weird,” Mox says. He points to his forehead, bandaged in a way that’s almost cartoonish. “I got skewers in my forehead.”

“You did,” Matt says, and he surprises himself with a tiny chuckle. “What’s with you and bleeding that much?”

“Feels good,” Mox says, stretching his arms up. “You know? Like I’m really working for it.”

“Oh, like it’s not real if you don’t bleed?” Matt scoffs. “My leg is killing me right now and all I’ll have to show is a bruise.” He rolls his eyes.

“What, you want me to kiss it better, you big baby?” Mox asks.

Laughing, Matt speaks before he thinks. “If that’s what I wanted, I’d tell you my dick hurt.” Matt freezes. “Uh.”

“No, no, continue,” Mox says. “I would love to hear what your next idea was.”

“I – shut up.” Matt feels himself blush red.

“No, keep talking,” Mox goads. “Is that how you and the Elite celebrate when you win?” Mox leans in, and Matt can sense Mox’s lips by his ear. “You upset because you ain’t getting any?”

Matt turns to find Mox far closer than he though. “Did you bring me in here to, like, seduce me while I’m miserable?”

“Wasn’t my first plan, but now that we’re here.” He doesn’t move, though. His eyes keep flickering to Matt’s mouth.

Matt sighs. “Ugh. At least I’ll have something good to look back on from tonight.” He leans in and kisses Mox, who grabs at his hips. Matt shifts, letting Mox guide him so he’s straddled his lap. The angle is delicious, and Mox slides his hands into Matt’s still shower damp hair to anchor Matt where he wants him. Matt whimpers. He can’t stop his hands from going to Mox’s face until he bumps the bandage.

“Sorry,” he gasps, pulling away.

“Nah, fuck it up all you like.” Mox winks. “You gotta know by now I like a little pain.”

“You’re the worst,” Matt grumbles, but he leans in and kisses Mox again, digging his nails a little into Mox’s biceps. Mox moans into his mouth, his hands sliding up the back of Matt’s shirt and pulling away just enough to take it off.

“Lay down,” Mox says. “Gonna kiss that dick all better.”

Matt laughs again, and it feels weird to be giddy after such a miserable loss, but he lets Mox maneuver him to the bench. “This is stupid.”

“Yes,” Mox says, and Matt sits up to see Mox’s face framed by his own thighs. “Is that a problem?”

Matt shuffles his gym shorts and boxers down his hips, and Mox tosses them to the side. “No.”

“Cool.”

Like his wrestling, Mox doesn’t appear to have much warmup with blowjobs. Matt’s entire dick is in his mouth before Matt can blink. “Holy – oh my god.”

Mox gives a thumbs up and eyes him with a mouthful of cock.

“I – of course it’s good, why are you asking?”

Mox bobs down and pulls off, adding his hand to stroke Matt. “I wanted to confirm. I want to make it better, not worse.”

“Do you always offer blowjobs to people who lose matches?” Matt asks, words high and unsteady as Mox licks at the head of his cock.

“Only when they’re pretty and nice to me.” Mox winks and sinks his mouth back around Matt.

“Pretty,” Matt gasps, forcing his hips to stay still. “You think so?”

Mox pulls back, tongues at Matt’s slit and strokes again. “Very pretty,” Mox says. “Probably prettier if you can stop asking me questions so I can suck you off properly.”

Matt laughs and drops his head back, lightheaded. “Yeah. Yeah, I get that. Okay. No more questions.”

“That doesn’t mean be quiet,” Mox says, and it feels almost like an admonishment. “We got nobody in here, baby, and nobody due for a while. I wanna hear you.”

Matt giggles, high pitched and stupid. “Yeah, okay.”

He talks. He doesn’t remember anything he says – just talks, asks for more, directs Mox on what he likes, and praises what works. Mox slides his hands under Matt’s ass and lifts him high.

“Can – can I?” Matt doesn’t have the brainpower to ask right, so he tilts his hips a little, hoping it gets across what he wants.

Mox pulls away, a string of saliva going from the tip of Matt’s cock to his lip, and Matt almost comes right then. “You asking if you can fuck my mouth?”

Matt whines as he nods.

“Then go ahead.”

Matt should be embarrassed by how fast everything barrels toward him. Usually he has a bit of a warning, a tingle in his spine, but he barely has the chance to say, “I –”

Mox sucks hard, and Matt thinks his soul shoots out his dick as he comes down Mox’s throat. “Oh, my god.”

Mox laughs as he pulls off, using the sleeve of his BCC hoodie to wipe his mouth. “Yeah? I’ll take it as a positive review.”

“Get – over here,” Matt demands. Mox lifts himself up on his knees and Matt falls forward to kiss him. The taste of himself in Mox’s mouth sends his head spinning so he pushes further forward and the two of them crash backward onto the mats.

“Oops,” Matt says, not sorry at all.

Mox grins and pulls him down for another kiss. It strikes Matt that this is possibly the stupidest thing he could be doing right now. There’s already been another backstage problem tonight, and getting walked in on mid-sex with Jon goddamned Moxley can’t end well.

But he was sad and now he’s not, and he had failed before and he sure won’t in a blow job, so maybe this bad decision is worth it.

He slides down Mox’s body and gets his fingers hooked in the waistband of Mox’s sweatpants. “Yes?”

“Fuck yes,” Mox confirms.

“Also, for the record,” Matt says, licking his lips as Mox’s cock pops into view. “You can fuck my mouth.”

Mox laughs is almost more of a gasp as Matt sinks down on his cock. “Noted. Jesus fuck.”

Matt knows he’s good at this blowjob thing. Wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun in Ring of Honor if he wasn’t, he considers. Mox’s hips lift almost weakly as he pushes into Matt’s mouth, so Matt grabs the back of his thighs to help with the motion.

“Knew those biceps and that mouth would be good for something,” Mox laughs.

Matt moves a finger to flip Mox off while he cups Mox’s balls with the other, and Mox devolves into mindless babbles and swears.

He takes the moment like a meditation. They lost tonight. He and all of the Elite lost. But it’s not the end. Losing in Wembley, knowing that All Out and Wrestle Dream and Full Gear at the Forum are coming up, isn’t the end of it all.

As Mox warns, “Jesus, Matt, I’m about to – fuck,” Matt thinks he’s less of a failure than he worried.

Mox comes down his throat like a confirmation, and Matt grins around it as he swallows down. Today he had a bad match. It happens.

He definitely didn’t have a bad evening, though.

“Good?” he asks, leaning down to wipe his mouth on Mox’s black sweatpants. A streak of spit and come is left behind, and Matt grins at it.

“Good – are you kidding me?” Mox sits up, looking befuddled. “How the fuck – why are you so good at that?”

“Practice,” Matt says. He grabs his shorts and boxers from where Mox had thrown them and shuffles them on, making it just the tiniest performance as he shakes his ass in front of Mox.

“With who?”

Matt throws a grin over his shoulder. “We do this again, maybe I’ll tell you.”

Mox groans, dropping back to the bench. “Goddamn it. Now I have to fuck you again.”

“Oh no,” Matt deadpans, adjusting his hair in the mirror. “I might get your dick in my ass. What a terrible fate.”

Mox grins at him in the mirror. “Next time I should fuck you with mirrors. I bet you like that, huh?”

“Have every time I’ve fucked in a gym,” Matt replies.

“What?! I thought you were a good Christian boy or whatever.”

Matt leans down and kisses Mox on the lips, because why not, and half skips toward the door. “Good Christians make the world a kinder place. I find blow jobs and sex work well for that.”

Mox blinks at him. “I may become obsessed with you.”

Matt sighs, hand on the door knob. “A lot of people do. Text me when you get to your hotel.”

“Um. Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Matt’s able to keep himself from literally skipping back to the production area, but he can’t wipe off the smile.

“You look chipper,” Adam says, a coffee in his hands. He gives it to Matt. “Here. I got you something that might make you feel better, but you look like you’re good now.”

Matt takes a sip. Perfect. “I feel better, yeah.”

Nick whips around and gets a look at Matt, scrutinizing. Matt tries not to betray his past half hour. “Oh, god,” Nick says, with the most dramatic eye roll since the 90s, “who did you sleep with?”

“I – what?!” Matt tries to argue, deny it, something, but all that comes out are squeaks.

Adam throws back his head, laughing. “Oh, Jesus. That’s what the smile is.”

“Just shut up and give me a headset,” Matt grumbles, but he’s still smiling as he settles behind a screen.

~

Mini Playlist:

Bad Day - Daniel Powter

Dirty Thoughts - Chloe Adams

Something In Your Mouth - Nickelback

Throat Goat - Kim Petras

#MoxMatt #ffw bingo #wtf I like wrestling now??? #in which Sara writes #Matt Attrackson #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley #enjoy the shenanigans

[reversemoon255]

Digimon Ghost Game

Ghost Game is a departure from typical Digimon in many ways, most of which I’d say are positive. It retains the higher quality we saw in Adventure:, while taking a very different approach to storytelling, themes, and even its Digimon, though we’ll dissect that as we go. It may be my favorite season we’ve gotten, finally dethroning Tamers after so many years, but both are so different it’s hard to choose which I like more. Perhaps I’ll be able to come to a definitive answer by the time I’ve finished.

The Good: The main focus of this show was its character dynamics, so let’s jump into that first. Our main characters are Hiro and Gammamon. A little older, and with a distinct lack of goggles, Hiro feels a lot more grounded than our typical heroic protagonists, much more likely to following rules and dispense lessons to Gammamon. That’s not to say he isn't heroic, as he’s just as likely to rush in and help someone as Taichi or Masaru, he’s just not as in your face about it as his predecessors. Gammamon, though childish, seems to have those protagonist characteristics Hiro lacks. Most of what Gammamon deals with throughout the series is wrestling with the concept of death, either the early death of Bokomon or his or others mortality later in the show. Their relationship is self-described as that of brothers, and it definitely shows through with little things like going on little trips together, helping Gammamon brush his teeth, etc. A very wholesome, different take on your standard Digimon protagonist.

The second Tamer to join the main cast was Ruil and her partner Angoramon. Ruli was the most energetic, and the most danger prone of the team. She never felt like a damsel in distress, but she would frequently get over her head in her enthusiasm. She was also the most frequently happy and sociable, and was probably my favorite character because of it. Angoramon was a nice contrast, being far more stoic and cautious in comparison. Their relationship was probably the most interesting of the three; Angoramon acted primarily as Ruli’s guardian, offering advice, jumping in to save her when she’s in trouble. But they also had a bit of a romantic twinge, probably most obvious during the episode Angoramon evolved into Lamortmon.

And our final pair was Kiyoshiro and Jellymon. Kiyo was definitely a bit different than most Digimon characters. He was a hyper-intelligent, hacker character we’ve seen a few times with the likes of Izumi or Touma, but compared to most Tamers, he’s a total coward. He has his courageous moments, his times to shine, but his first reaction whenever something seems spooky is to turn tail and run. Jellymon doesn’t contrast Kiyo in the same way Angoramon contrasts Ruli, but is still a very different personality. She’s a get-rich-quick business tycoon that constantly gets Kiyo and sometimes everyone else wrapped up in some goofy shenanigans. Kiyo and Jellymon are the first pair of main characters to be a human male and female Digimon, and their relationship is… Romantic. Like, Jellymon literally refers to Kiyo as “Darling,” even if Kiyo doesn’t necessarily reciprocate in the same way.

There are also a lot of other recurring characters, with Clockmon, Mummymon, Airdramon, Ryudamon/Ginryumon, and Espimon being the most prevalent. Clockmon started out as our first antagonist, but after being saved by our heroes made a hard face turn and became a roaming hero himself. Mummymon was their go-to whenever they had a medical situation or one involving Digimon anatomy. Airdramon and Ginryumon were both there to help the team get from location to location quickly. And Espimon ended up acting as Hiro’s second Digimon, eventually gaining the ability to evolve.

The Digimon designs this season were also fantastic. Gammamon is unique among protagonists as he isn't one of the primary colors (red, blue, yellow), but he has three branching evolutions with different specifications that borrowed from some of those colors, as well as making Dark Evolution, a concept played with maybe once per season, a main mechanic. When we get to Canoweissmon we start merging the elements of all of Gammamon’s evolutions, with Regulusmon being a dark mirror of that design. Siriusmon pulls from a lot of UltiMegas of the past (semi-humanoid dragonoid), and even though we didn’t see him, Arcturusmon is a similar dark mirror.

It’s prevalent to mention that this season, more than any other, plays up that a Digimon’s personality changes depending on how it evolves. Again, Gammamon is a great example; BetelGammamon is a somewhat more adult version of Gammamon, KausGammamon is a bit more heroic, WezenGammamon is somewhat primal or simpler, GulusGammamon is sadistic, Canoweissmon and Siriusmon are even more adult than BetelGammamon, and Regulusmon is a more savage version of GulusGammamon. SymbaAngoramon and TeslaJellymon both feels like more mature versions of their previous evolutions, Lamortmon is a very bestial version of Angoramon’s protective instincts, Diarbbitmon is a stereotypical swordsman (something Angoramon was always interested in), Thetismon is distinctly more motherly and feminine, and Amphimon is very brave and heroic. It should also be mentioned that Lamortmon, Diarbbitmon, Thetismon, and Amphimon’s personalities reflect the situation they first evolved under. It's a very interesting attention to detail.

It would be important to also mention Ghost Game’s storytelling. Unlike other seasons, Ghost Game chooses to forgo an ongoing narrative. There is no real end goal, though it does give you several things to look forward to as the show progresses, with GulusGammamon being the major recurrence, though there are other recurring characters and minor story bits as well. Up until the finale arc, it also has no multi-parters. This allows every episode to be its own, compact ghost story that’s easy to jump into out of context.

Also, it was a children’s horror series which is both weird and very fun. While I was never afraid for our main characters, there were some serious stakes in this show. People died O_O Like, a lot of people. It was also animated beautifully, being at a consistently higher level than even its predecessor, Adventure:.

The Bad: That being said, because of the specific nature of how Ghost Game tells its story, it sometimes feels like there’s a lack of serious character development. Apart from specifically Gammamon, the main characters don’t feel like they go through that much overall development throughout the course of the series. Everyone does go through moments, but they don’t feel like they permanently impact the characters in a meaningful way.

And as I’m writing this after the show’s ending, the finale does feel rushed, which as it’s the most recent thing I’ve seen of the series, does sour it for me a bit. It felt like it was intended to be two episodes, with a lot of dialogue and resolutions feeling very quickly dealt with. Promotions, as well, made it seem like there would be more to it. Apart from several designs, like Arcturusmon, not making it to the show, things like in the Vital Bracelet BE, which played out scenarios from the show, there was a final chunk omitted featuring Arcturusmon and Proximamon that made it feel like the show was stopped short of where it wanted to end, which is especially weird considering it was 67 episodes.

Adding to this are a few small character details we get hints about but are never answered, like the scar on Hiro’s ear of Kiyo’s bandaged hand. There’s always a chance we might get answers to these in the form of a movie or sequel season some time in the future, but that’s a serious if and when scenario.

Overall, it was a very enjoyable season, and one I can see myself revisiting again in the future. I feel like it was a bit too different from Tamers to definitively put one over the other, but a large string of fantastic episodes and beautiful animation definitely help this one tie for my number one season of the show. The next known project we have is the Adventure 02 movie, so I look forward to sharing my thoughts with you on that when it releases.

#Digimon Ghost Game #Digimon #Gammamon #review

[izayoichan]

Part 3: 

Girl: You have horns! And… Scales? Hayle looked surprised at Chris as the little girl pointed at him, wide-eyed and clearly seeing them both. Chris just shrugged his shoulders innocently at him in return, in his own way answering his question. It had been over a year now, of watching them and learning, yet suddenly this girl could see him. At first not sure what to answer, a small nudge from his friend, has him come up with something. Hayle: I do, does it scare you? Girl: A little... But... Hayle: But? Girl: Your eyes seem friendly, they remind me of a picture in my book Hayle: Book? The girl nodded, running away leaving Hayle standing there baffled, looking at Chris as if asking what to do. Chris: Kids are the simplest to start with. They judge less, and are more open-minded. He smiled, as he noticed the girl running back towards them, a book now in her hand. Girl: Look! -she opened the book, pointing at a drawing- It’s our god, and you seem to have their eyes!

His first and initial reaction was to bluntly say he looked nothing like that rendition of him, but a gentle hand on his shoulder had him hold back, and instead focus on the one thing the girl had commented on, that their eyes looked the same. And they did, whomever had once drawn this, had gotten his eyes right.

Hayle: So it does indeed. Girl: Are you? Hayle: Am I what? Girl: Our god? Hayle looked at Chris, again seeking his friend's advice, but all he got was a smile, telling him this was something he needed to figure out for himself, if this was the right time or not.

Hayle: If I said yes, what would you think of me?

Girl: Hmh.. well you don’t look like the rest of him.. I mean, it's a big scary dragon. -she seemed to ponder.- I think I’d like you better like this. Hayle: The book’s a little wrong though, I don’t look that scary.

The girl looked at him wide-eyed, as she realized she had gotten her answer with those words, then suddenly she giggled. 

Girl: What’s your name? Hayle: They call me Hayle, what is yours?

Julie: Julie. -she looked at him with wonder in her eyes.- Do you talk to people here often? Hayle: No, you are the first, my friend there is teaching me to be a better god.-he looked up at Chris who simply bowed his head.- Julie: Your friend is nice! Hayle: That he is.

This small meeting became the first of many. Hayle slowly being known by almost everyone in the city, most had seen him walk around. People asked him their questions, and often answered him when he wanted to know things. He slowly got to know “his people” and they got to know him. His favorite time was whenever the kids wanted to tell them stories, and the more fantastical he could make them, the more the kids loved every word.

Julie: What's on your mind?

Hayle turned toward the young girl, she looked better now than the first time she met, one of the things he had worked with, was to make sure everyone had enough, and what they needed. His reassurance that he would keep the water from freezing, and everyone knowing their god had done good changes mostly, although it of course had not been perfect, it was still a work in progress.

Hayle: I think I miss my friend. Julie: Chris you mean? Hayle: Yes. Julie: He is often away for a long time isn’t he? Hayle: Yes, it comes with his work I think. Julie nodded, sitting down next to Hayle. They had naturally become fairly close as she was the first, and in many ways her guide to the people of the town. He had also learned he liked children more than adults. Children were simple, adults, not so much. Julie: He’ll be back soon. Hayle: Let's hope so. 

Feeling himself pulled along with the little girl he simply smiled, letting her show him something new once again.

#the ward legacy #simblr #sims screenshots #ts4 story #ts4 alpha #ts4 #alphasims #alphacc #gshade #the ward legacy: extras #Hayle Ward #Christian Ward #i honestly had no child deco sim in the right style #and I have no child medieval clothing #so I took the easy way out #and you get to imagine Julie #its the first time in a long while I actively looked for stuff for a story #I admit I have not missed the frustration of not finding what I wanted #but i did take some new ones for this part #because I lacked these #of just Hayle