#sometimes it feels like we have the world at our fingertips

[nexility-sims]

what's something you'd like to see more of on royal simblr?

the timing of this was brilliant, actually, because i had been thinking for several days that i would like to make some sort of entirely uncalled for, roughly edited psa post about What I Think Royal Simblr Needs To Prioritize More :^) anyway, you also touched on this in your own answer, so it’s an echo of that too :^) it's very long, but i had a lot to say about the topic i've chosen. i should also preface by saying that it's not meant as a blanket negative statement or even an objective prescription; it's just based on my own observation and anecdotal experience.

in short, royal simblr needs more cultural diversity !

there are two big reasons why i feel this way: one, the entire premise is suspect because it so easily verges into uncritically reproducing and whitewashing an awful institution; and two, cultural diversity is actually more engaging and interesting than a community that feels monocultural (esp when said culture is a hegemonic colonial product whose dominance is based on plunder, oppression, and destruction of both entire peoples and the planet itself).

personally, i want to be part of a community where folks are 1) actively curious about the wider world and its cultures and 2) comfortable incorporating their own cultures in their stories. it’s true that the bias is perhaps partly because many royalty references in the real world may not have great english sources for a predominantly english-speaking community to use. but, i don’t think that’s a get-out-of-jail-free card. i am absolutely not a person who likes to consciously write myself into my stories, to be clear. that being said, i do ask myself, “what experiences or knowledge do i have that deserve representation?” we write our stories for ourselves but, frankly, i would venture many of us have internalized messages that make us devalue our own backgrounds or doubt others will be interested in content outside of the often white, often western mainstream. in my experience, the royal simblr community places high value on researching and replicating the norms of contemporary western european royalty—particularly the british royal family. the truth is that same care and respect could be put into other histories and perspectives, if the motivation existed to do so.

so, another approach, beyond drawing on your own experiences, is doing the research to respectfully depict or be inspired by a culture that isn't your own. the onus for representation cannot be squarely on the most marginalized of us, even if we'd likely produce the best version of it. if i had chosen to write a story about a fake british royal family, i'd have felt guilty about not writing a story full of brown people from the americas; that representation wouldn't really exist if i wasn't making it for myself. consequently, culture shifts require everyone to do their part, whether as creators, collaborators, or readers. i'd also venture that most of us appreciate when outsiders believe our cultures are valuable and beautiful—when they want to know or experience our clothing, food, and music in ways that are not fetishizing, exploitative, or appropriating. that's part of why tumblr is filled with guides and tutorials to writing characters from all walks of life, from ethnicity to disability to gender; the resources exist, and people want to see them used. it doesn't even have to be your entire story ! individual characters or plot lines can give good representation if you make that a priority.

in my own story, i've blended the two approaches. i think about my own, my family's, and my friends' experiences of indigeneity in what's currently the united states; i've also blended it with my interests in iberian and latin american histories, especially indigenous mexico, among other elements closer to u.s. history. my story isn't a direct replica of any real world place or people, but the culture is based on imagination, research, and feedback. if someone has a critique or feels offended for whatever reason, i want to be humble enough to accept it and make changes. one of the amazing things about this corner of tumblr is that our community loves to help others. learning in public—experimenting, sharing parts of yourself, being creative—is never easy, but it's easier to do when you're part of a community that offers grace and encouragement. my opinion is also that people are more willing to share their expertise and welcome your work if you demonstrate, not just good intentions, but that you've done your homework to the best of your ability.

i want to be clear, too: there's a place for storytelling as conscious critique of the institution, and there are storytellers in this community whose cultures happen to be the ones that are overrepresented. this isn't an indictment of the good stories and good fun people are having. i'm just taking this as an opportunity to offer constructive criticism and give people the encouragement or permission to try something different. why not use your creativity to incorporate other sources of inspiration—or to imagine a different and better world, even?

at the end of the day, everyone can do whatever they want with their hobbies. we can't all be doing social justice on simblr dot com and, frankly, probably shouldn't be ! it is nonetheless true that some of us don't get to enjoy our hobbies uncritically. we can't log onto tumblr and scroll through sims stories and be blissfully unaware of the politics of representation. "royalty" doesn't just connote pretty tiaras and fancy titles for all of us. people who are marginalized in the real world are part of this community. its representation signals to us how welcome we and the stories we have to tell really are.

most or all of us are imagining our countries to be part of the same fictional world. it's just my personal opinion, but i don’t think that world should be mostly fake europe plus specifically the settler colonial parts of fake non-europe. my challenge to everyone would be to think about whether your story could or should meaningfully contribute to a fuller, more realistic representation of the world we've created as a collective within this community.

#these are my thoughts & feelings #we all have blindspots & i don't wanna like #turn simblr into a job for anyone or w/e but #sometimes it feels like we have the world at our fingertips #& too many people default to what's under their nose u kno #if u feel attacked do not @ me bc i do not care !!!!!! #anyway this is my essay & i wrote it w/ love for the community #i am part of it after all :^) and there's great work here :^)

[amandacanwrite]

I would like to share a few head canons for Gale Dekarios being in love with tav/you. If you liked this one and have a request for another character let me know. These ones have just been percolating for a bit.

In Battle

He tries very hard to stay near you. He doesn’t like it when you go off on your own. He knows he doesn’t quite have the strength of Karlach or the sure footedness of Astarion, but he’s not just going to let you fight everyone on your own.

Sometimes he gets a little hurt that you always put yourself in harms way/take so much of the damage on the battlefield. Don’t you know that losing you would destroy him?

You have never witnessed it, but according to the other party members he goes feral if you’re knocked unconscious.

When you wake up it’s always with your head cradled in his lap as shadowheart works on the worst of the wounds.

He does this thing with his magic where he makes his hands really cold. It feels nice on your feverish skin as he gently smooths your hair away from your face, you don’t know why you feel so nauseous and sweaty after you black out but this little gesture helps you come back smoothly.

He has a hard time sleeping after a rough encounter. He keeps waking up and making sure you’re still breathing. In the end he gives up on sleeping and just reads by the fire, calming his nerves to the sound of your steady, stable breathing.

In Camp

He is hilariously fussy about what you eat.

“No, you ABSOLUTELY CANNOT subsist off of a loaf of bread, three olives and a bottle of wine. We are no longer young scholars barely SCRAPING by—“

Very resourceful when it comes to what you can scrape together out of barrels around camp. You were very skeptical when you watched him putting a variety of different bones into a cauldron as you left him back in camp one day. But you came back to a rich stew full of potatoes, some wild rice and even some cut up apple in the mix.

He likes it when you play with his hair. But he has to very pointedly avoid it if he’s in the middle of reading up on something.

“Darling, are you certain you’re not practiced in the arcane arts? I do think you’ve got some magic in those fingertips of yours, at the very least, with how quickly they can put me to sleep.”

When You’re Alone

It’s simple. He worships you. Perhaps it’s because his last lover was a goddess but it seems to come easy for him; the reverent words, the gentle touches, the utter devotion. Sometimes you catch him just… looking at you. His eyes softly hooded, a relaxed curve to his lips. It’s your favorite to ask what’s on his mind when he looks at you like that.

“Hm? Oh, nothing much. I’ve just been observing. Did you know you purse your lips when you’re reading something that you disagree with? Yes—hah—just like that.”

He loves to read WITH you. Especially loves to show you some of his favorite tomes. He’ll get you all nestled up against him and hold the book down in front of you. He reads much faster than you, so he busies himself kissing behind your ear or playing with your hair until you turn the page.

Gods does he love it when you ask him questions about something to do with magic. He loves watching the glint in your eye when he’s helped you understand something.

You love it when you get him rolling on a topic of theory that you know he doesn’t get to talk about much. Sometimes he loses you when he gets into the minutiae, but he’s so damn cute when he’s ranting about the wonder in the world.

In Intimate Moments

(Potential NSFW below.)

Of course it is not a surprise that he’s a generous lover. What is a surprise is how demanding he can be when he feels like it. He knows you are no stranger to a challenge and he loves to make things more exciting by presenting you with one.

“Of course I’m aware of our companions in camp. But it’s not as if we can afford ourselves more privacy. You’re just going to have to quiet those lovely little sounds you make while I touch you… let’s see… it was here wasn’t it? Ah, ah… shhhh, my love. Those pointy ears of Astarion’s might pick even that tiny sound.”

Gods does he know how to string words together to leave you completely undone.

Sometimes foreplay is mostly talk. He can get you going without even touching you.

“My love, I’ve not been able to stop thinking of the ways I want to touch you all day. Shall I tell you what’s been on my mind?”

His breath tickles against your ear as his hands smooth over your clothed body, telling you how he wants to take you. It’s all the more flustering when you know he always keeps his word.

Love making always starts with a kiss, deep and slow.

You feel him smile into the kiss when he slips his fingers into the front of your trousers and he feels just how aroused he’s made you.

“You are exquisite. A delicacy of the highest quality. Do you know that?”

He’s not one to bang it out for a quickie. He doesn’t like to feel like he’s stealing his time with you, or like he’s a young man again and hastily getting whatever he can before heading back to the dormitories. Every touch, every word, every thrust is slow and deliberate. He wants to relish the feeling of it all. He wants to soak you in.

Somehow, he always smells good. Like cinnamon and tea and… some earthen, herbaceous scent you cant place.

So many cuddles after you’re done.

#bg3 tav #bg3 tav and gale #gale headcanons #gale dekarios #gale x tav #gale x reader #gale of waterdeep #bg3 headcanons #bg3 romance

[hydrus101]

One thing I haven’t seen anyone post about yet is the “should’ve used our left hand” conversation, and it is so so so important to me.

It’s very rare that we get any verbal confirmation that John—who for all intents and purposes only exists in a meaningful physical capacity through Arthur’s left hand—interacts with the world at all unless it’s in dire circumstances where he has to, like the mines in Addison.

We don’t hear him say “let me get that” or anything active almost ever, and we have to infer that maybe he’s moving around, touching things, gesticulating, guiding Arthur in some small way when he says “here!” but it’s never really said explicitly that he touches things idly sometimes. He usually only helps Arthur, like holding the torch, and doesn’t do much for himself. And yeah, perhaps that would be clunky writing, but it bothered me for a little while. I’ve always wanted to see him interact with the world more, touch more things, take a little initiative with the body they’re sharing, even if for practical reasons, but if it’s important to him that Arthur has some semblance in control? If he is considering Arthur’s feelings constantly by tamping down the urge to find and seek and know for himself, increasing that sense of isolation? If he’s trying even harder now to take up less space, to make himself small, in order to assuage the prickling guilt he feels for threatening taking that control back from Arthur? If he’s going to do his fucking damnedest to resist the urge to manifest even when the power is right there at his fingertips? Well, then that’s fucking delicious.

#love love LOVE IT when characters repress themselves out of misguided consideration for others #I love John so much I’m so excited for the John centric season yall you have no idea #malevolent #malevolent podcast #malevolent spoilers #john doe #arthur lester

[munsonluhvr]

♡ seven | steve harrington x reader (childhood friends to lovers) (record player series #1) word count - 1.1k

You shift in your seat, tucking your legs against your chest, leaning forward to place your chin on your knees. The soft, warm breeze blows against your skin, leaving goosebumps across your arms in its wake. Your eyes dart to catch Steve’s as he sits across from you on the same picnic blanket. His sparkling, brown eyes glance back at you, a small smile creeping across his mouth. 

Even all these years later, he still has his boyish looks from when he was seven. The same messy brown hair, the same lopsided smile. Even after all these years, his gaze still makes you feel like you’re the only girl in the world. 

It’s been nearly a year since you last saw Steve, college taking you to different sides of Indiana. You had managed to keep in touch, sending letters occasionally, but it didn’t fill the ache of missing your longest childhood friend. You, of course, made friends at school, but none of them made you feel like Steve, none of them understood you like he did. But as you sit across from him now, the tension between you feels different as if somethings changed. 

Steve starts laughing softly, taking you out of your thoughts, his gaze turning from you to across his backyard. The large weeping willows drape over the empty space of his yard, nearly touching the patio chairs Steve’s parents have had for as long as you can remember. The sun warms the ground beneath you, and you let your fingertips disappear into the green fluff of the grass. 

“D-Do you remember when I nearly broke my arm jumping off the porch because we were pretending to be pirates? Or when you got into an argument with your parents, so you packed your dolls into your sweater and came over to the house saying that you were coming to live with me?” Steve says between laughs. He shakes his head, reminiscing on the memories you made together as children; thinking about your seven-year-old self, cheeks pink and stained with tears standing on his back porch after the argument with your parents. 

You nod, your eyes grazing across his back porch where you could nearly visualize that day as if it was yesterday. You could also remember when you had been playing pirates with Steve and had to run into his house, in search of his parents because he had jumped off the porch to pretend he was going overboard and fell on the ground hard, wailing in pain. Though, he only sprained his arm. 

“I think I remember that you wiped my tears, hugged me until I stopped crying and told me we’d run away to India one day. Far away from our parents.” You say, a smile appearing on your own face. 

Just then Steve’s eyes drops, his hand going to rub the back of his neck in a self-soothing way; he always did that when he was nervous or distressed. “Yeah, I guess I had a crush on you back then. My seven-year-old self-thought we could run away to India and get married.” 

Your heart begins to thud against your chest, butterflies beating their tiny wings against your lungs. Steve had been your best friend for as long as you can remember, not once did you grow apart. Sure, being apart for college was difficult, but you did the best you could. What you had learned at college, however, is that the longing you have to see Steve, the ache you had for your best friend, was no longer platonic – it was love. The time apart from him, around others who didn’t get you the way he did encouraged you to truly understand your feelings for him. The realization had kept you up in your cramped dorm room night after night, but you finally accepted the truth. You loved your childhood friend. 

“I-I didn’t know you liked me, ever.” You said, biting at your bottom lip. You can’t recall a single time you felt the sense that Steve could possibly like you more than his childhood best friend. 

Steve continues to rub at the back of his neck, then runs a hand through his fluffy hair. “Sometimes I think I still do.” He says, glancing at you. His own heart thumps against his chest, a metallic taste flourishing in the back of his throat. 

Steve had had his own realizations after you left for college, the time apart from you encouraged his mind to think about you constantly, missing your presence and the way you could make him laugh. He came to the conclusion he’s always had feelings for you, his younger self thinking it was plausible to sweep you away to India, your precious belongings tucked into your shirt, far away from your parents; but as time went on he had convinced himself that there was a very little chance you could feel the same about him and he hid his feelings until now.  

Your jaw slacks ever so slightly at his confession. You can feel an even bigger smile beginning to appear on your face, but you don’t want to seem too eager. “I didn’t know that.” 

Steve shrugs, his eyes still struggling to meet yours. His nerves are frayed, searching to find a hint in your voice or body language to see if he’s ruined the most important friendship he’ll ever have. “I didn’t know how to tell you; I could never tell if you felt the same.” 

You reach out, your hand making its way to Steve’s that’s placed on the ground, holding him up. You let your fingers intertwine with his, the warmth of his skin brushing against your palm. “You should have said something,” you say, your voice coming out lower then you expected to be. 

“Why?” Steve asks, his heart thudding against his chest, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. He’s afraid his heartbeat in his ears will drown out your answer and he’ll miss you saying something he’s waited so long to hear you say. 

“Because I feel the same, and I also didn’t know how to tell you," you say. Once the word leaves your lips, the relief you feel makes your body feel light.

The urge to kiss your lips overcomes Steve and following his impulse he leans forward, his soft lips colliding with yours. You hum with pleasure, as Steve's hand reaches towards your, his nimble fingers intertwining with locks of your hair. You lean forward, deepening the kiss with Steve, the flavor of his lips is as sweet as the strawberries you had eaten only a few minutes before. Is this what you've been missing out on all this time?

Steve pulls back just enough to mumble against your lips. "I've wanted to kiss you ever since I was seven and you flashed me a smile with all your missing teeth for the first time." Then he leans back into you, his lips gently pressing against yours, as all of his childhood fantasies come true.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fan fiction #S

[winchester-reload]

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Tags: hurt/comfort, canon divergent, idiots in love

Read on AO3

All right, we’re officially outta gauze. We talkin’ about it?”

Cas sighed. His eyes swam along the ceiling, just as they’d been doing the entire evening. Through every stitch and wrap, he wouldn’t bring ’em down. “There’s nothing to talk about,” he said quietly. “It was just bad luck.”

“Uh uh. This ain’t bad luck. Bad luck is what Sammy’s gonna have if I lose you messy on a bad hunt. So how bout you go ahead and try that for me again.”

“It was just supposed to be one mimic—”

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation— You know better than that!”

“Things happen, Dean. Things outside of our control. This was that. Things happened. It was a bad lead, but I made it out. That’s what should matter right now.”

Dean shook his head, tossed an empty gauze roll, now just a cardboard skeleton, and watched it clatter against the tin garbage can. Roll away. Tip and settle on its side near the door. It felt like it’d wobbled into his gut. He fussed at a frayed string along the fresh wrap at Cas’ chest, red already weeping through the cotton. He waited. When Cas still didn’t look at him, he sloughed the whole nurse routine and slid gentle fingertips up the bruises on his neck. Kissed the rough turn of his jaw as he planted a knee on the bed and stretched over him, careful of where he put his weight. Stopping only as Cas reluctantly caught his eye. “Yeah, it does matter,” Dean agreed. “Which is why you can’t just rip your grace out and run, balls out, toward the first hunt you find. I don’t care how good you are. You shoulda told me. Or you should’ve at least told Sam.”

“I did tell Sam—“

“Before it was a 9-1-1, Cas! Okay? Before! That wasn’t okay, and I’m pissed at you for it!”

Tears cropped up in Cas’ eyes, the deep frown in his brow waning to worry. “I know,” he relented. “I’m pissed at me too. It was stupid.”

“It was stupid—damn stupid.” Dean felt it go, the little water balloon of emotions in his chest that used to have brick sides and no air holes. It was exposed now, popped easily with Cas’ pins. “I can’t lose you, you understand? Not again. I don’t think I could come back from it.” Tears ate down his face, and Cas urgently chased them, trying to thumb them away. Like the whole world would fall with them if they got down too far.

“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked, exhaustion, maybe pain, finally winning out in his stubborn body. Or maybe he just couldn’t handle seeing Dean raw. Maybe that’s what shattered him every damn time. “It was just supposed to be one Mimic. Just one Mimic.” His own tears escaped, rolled through his temples into his hair, then onto the soft pillow behind his head, and Dean suddenly felt compelled to stop those too.

“All right, that’s enough.” He kissed Cas’ cheek, the wet trail at his temple. Dragging the tip of his nose gently alongside Cas’ again, where it belonged. It was easy sometimes to forget he was a warrior. A real one, not like Dean. He was Heaven-forged and army-trained. At one time, he was the leader of his own battalion. An angel strong enough to crack God’s hold and receptive enough to learn to love. Wise enough to understand the weight of both. And all of that was tucked into a fragile human now, healing beneath the sheets of Dean’s bed. A thought that made Dean feel unbelievably tiny and incomparably huge.

“We’re okay,” he said as he kissed Cas' mouth. Then, “You’re okay now,” because that seemed even more important. A smile finally broke away from him, running wild against the heat on Cas’ skin. “I can’t believe you got all seven vamps on your own, you showoff.”

#happy canon day! #something small for you all 💙💚 #destiel #destiel art #my art #my fic

[grapejuicestyless]

But I’m Kind Of Green

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Summery: April showers bring May flowers. As the warm spring air carries in a warmth you and Harry haven’t felt for months, you spend the day basking in the sunlight and admiring the things you couldn’t really see in the dark winter.

The grass underneath my fingertips tickles my skin as I wrap my knuckles around the roots a tug. Soft sounds of squeaking filling the silence that lingers between us. The silence is never awkward, nor is it heavy. Our eyes flicker between each others faces and our hands narrowly avoid the others in the freshly cut grass.

“Did you wear sunscreen?” Harry smiles with his front teeth before shaking his head, and his eyes flicker down to my nose for a moment.

“I can tell.”

“Yeah?” He mumbles, scooting his hips closer to mine and tucking his hands beneath his head like a pillow. He rests his hair in his palms.

“You get burnt under your eyes real bad, I can see that coming in. But you’re also getting freckles again.” Harry laughs.

“Anything else?”

I think about it for a second, but decide to just move impossibly closer and place my own palms beneath my head to rest.

“No.”

Harry hums.

“Well, I like being in the sun, we haven’t had weather like this in a while.” He begins, “and I think it’s my favorite kind of weather because it’s easier to see you.”

“How so?” I smile, still searching around his own face. I can feel the heat not only radiating from the sun above but also bouncing off of his body onto mine. It’s a warm blanket of love and comfort wrapping around us in the early may heat.

“In the winter your eyes are brown.”

I raise my brow, blinking more rapidly subconsciously.

“Well, my eyes are brown.” Harry smiles smugly, “Says so on my license too.”

“Well then your license is wrong. Your eyes are hazel.” He smiles proudly, his leg throwing itself over my knee to link us together in yet another way.

“Are they?”

Harry hums, smiling sweet at me and turning to the side completely to admire the way the sun beats down on us. He has a dopey look in his eyes I wish I could capture forever in my memory. A lazy haze that he only gets at this time of the year, when the harsh winter is transitioning into a breezy summer.

“Yep. But you can only tell in the sun. They look plain brown in the dark, but when we lay out like we are now you’re green all over. Not to say I don’t like your brown eyes, but I just think it’s interesting because I don’t really get to see the green for that long.” His thumb swipes over my cheek slowly, tracing my cheekbone down to my chin. He sets his hand back under his ear with a shuffle.

“Well, your eyes are just kind of green in the winter but they get really green in the summer. I think that’s pretty cool too. And your hair, it’s darker in January than it is in June.” I laugh under my breath, melting into every lingering touch of Harrys skin to mine.

“I guess we’re both kind of green then. That’s something else we have in common.”

Sometimes when Harry talks to me like this I wonder if I’ve done anything in my life good enough to deserve this. All the love the that pours out of him reflects back onto me so I can send it back over. We sweet talk and laugh like we have no stress in the world and if I cry I know he’ll be the one to hold me. I wonder if there are other people out there who experience the same kind of love we have, if the little things make them feel as giddy as they do for us.

I can feel the laughter bubbling up my throat and through my body with the realization that we both share a but of green in ourselves. I never really noticed the green before Harry pointed it out, and I would have never have known if he hadn’t told me.

In moments like this I wonder how I survived in such a grey and dreary world without Harry by my side. I think back on all of our adventures and think about how boring everything must have been without his warm presence and soft laughter in my ear.

“But I’d still love you if you weren’t.” He adds with a cheeky smile, his hands gripping my waist to lift me over his hips. I lay my head near his and bathe in the may breeze with the people around us and the bees in the leaves.

I think I whisper to him that I love him, but I’m not really sure because now I can only focus on him and all of his greens.

I once lived a life of total winter, darkness clouding my eyes, but now I see the world the way I think I should have always been seeing it. Because summers are more fun and the winters are shorter. Brown eyes are nice, but I’m kind of green and so is Harry.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #yn x harry #hslot harry #harry x reader #harrystyles #harry styles #yn x harrystyles #ynxharrystyles

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 4: The Magic I Can Do

Your only way to begin your journey to see The Doctor is when Loki pulls out the few tricks he still has at his fingertips to lie and deceive your way onto a train, which stirs new feelings of jealousy.

CHAPTER WARNING: Reader has a panic attack, jealousy

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Admittedly, having a panic attack in front of Loki, dignified and noble God of Asgard, was not your finest hour. 

Joey’s words immediately unraveled the net of plans that you and Loki were just beginning to weave. You were back behind Square One. Your head went fuzzy and your breathing grew heavy. The room grew hotter than it already had been, and the humidity only served to further suffocate you. Your senses began to take flight, and all that was on your mind was how this was going to make staying in the apartment almost impossible unless Joey procured another job immediately. 

In this economy, that was hardly likely. 

You mumbled nearly incoherently, your anxiety disorder bubbling to the surface again. “Fired? But…London! And our rent! And…him!”

Everything was happening at the same time while your body began drinking its own internal speed and making things worse. Half your livelihood was gone for at least the summer, and now you had a helpless, sexy dependant who needed to be taxied halfway around the world before it got sucked into some anti-world where up and down. Your eyes began darting back and forth as if you were reading your morbid premonition on a teleprompter. 

Joey knew what to do when you had a breakdown. Without adding to the drama, he brisky went for the kitchen, getting a glass of water as Loki guided you over to the sofa. Thankfully, a near lifetime of a moderate anxiety disorder meant that Joey knew how to take care of you (though it was embarrassing to admit even to yourself that your little brother sometimes had to step up and be your keeper, if only for a few minutes). The one consolation was that usually, the meltdowns were brief. 

As you recalibrated, Joey forced Loki aside and sat next to you, water ready for whenever you reached for it. Loki stood behind the sofa, watching with regret. 

“I’ve brought all of this trouble onto you both, and I never meant to hurt her,” he began blathering. “She’s wonderful.” 

Joey held up a silent hand, his usually reckless attitude pushed to the side for the sake of brotherly love. Loki felt envious, wondering if this was what he would do for Thor, or Thor for him, if they both lived in this magicless, Asgard-less life. 

About fifteen minutes passed before your heart slowed and your temperature dropped. The heat in your face receded. Loki pulled the barstool over and sat nearby, giving you the only privacy he could by looking everywhere but your direction. 

“Jesus, guys, I’m sorry I did that,” was the first thing you said. 

“Y/N, you know I’ll smack you if you apologize for that again,” Joey mumbled, making both you and Loki smile in relief. 

“You say that every time. But I’m back,” you said. 

You asked them not to bring it up, but you still sensed the icky feeling of pity falling over you from Loki’s direction. Great, now he probably thinks I’m a baby!

 “Joey, what are we going to do?” you asked meekly, refusing to acknowledge the God-shaped elephant in the room while you still got over the internal embarrassment. 

“This month is paid,” he reminded you. “I can borrow money for rent if it’ll ease your mind.”

You shook your head. The idea of taking on debt only added to your stress levels. “I don't want that.” 

“Or we could talk to Gino. He’s not a bad guy, maybe he’ll spot us a month or two,” your brother suggested. 

“Joey, even rent can wait,” you interrupted. “What about…?”

Joey looked up and nodded. “Yeah, we need to figure that out first. You think you’re back in your head enough to strategize, Big Sis?”

You affirmed with a wink. Loki’s tense posture relaxed. 

You had Joey make a pot of coffee and pull out whatever food was left in your kitchen, which ended up making an odd meal of frozen fish sticks, vanilla pudding, and a few apples due to expire in the coming hours.

The summer sun took it’s sweet time setting, but even by dark midnight you were sitting around, slowly eating the last food you had in the house and planning for Loki’s escape together. The apartment cooled as the heat no longer radiated in from the west window. You hadn’t realized how much the hot, sticky environment was contributing to your stress until it was gone.

“Joey, I’m really beginning to think we need to get Loki to London,” you said. “I feel like it’s the right move.” 

“Maybe I can try posing as the actor again,” Loki suggested. “Clearly it works.”

Joey frowned. “Until the wrong person spots you and it gets back to the Real Guy that he’s got an imposter.”

“You don't understand, Loki,” you sighed. “It’s one thing to fool a drunken old fart in a southside pawn shop. Getting out of the country requires paperwork and money! I mean, I think Joey and I still have valid passports, but I don’t think that shiny little stone is going to get you past customs in Merry Ol’ England.” 

“Trains are cheaper,” Joey suggested. “Your paycheck would cover seats for all of us.”

Rolling your eyes, you reached out for a fish stick. Loki had been reaching for it at the same time, and your fingers brushed against one another. You almost giggled at how silly the cliche was, or perhaps at how his skin tickled your knuckle.

“It’s yours,” he insisted. You batted your eyes in flirtatious thanks. He winked back. 

“And how many trains go over three-thousand miles of ocean, wise-ass?” you quickly recovered, leaning back against the sofa and crossing your legs. 

Your brother threw up his hands. “I’m saying let’s get to Boston first, Sis. We’ll stay at my friend Paulie’s. We can see about getting on a plane or a boat from there.”

“Paulie, your old college friend? Ugh, he always smells like warm cabbage,” you cringed. 

“Well it’s either we get to Boston via train and stay with Paulie for free, or we stay in a dirty hostel three-to-a-mattress and walk.” 

Ugh, you don’t need to be a jerk, you thought. It was remarkable how quickly Joey could switch from being a sweet man to being a complete jackass. 

Meanwhile, the split-second idea of sharing a mattress with Loki made your head spin in a different direction. 

“And what happens when we get there? Do we know where this Doctor fellow is? Do we know for sure he can get me back to the TVA?” Loki interrogated. “And how do we do it?”

You bit your lip, looking down at your feet. “I don’t know. For all we know, he could just be a stuntman and the whole thing is a dead end.” 

“But what else is there?” Loki asked. “You’re right, we need to try it, but can we really wait a whole week?”

You thought. “Well, no. I can ask Mrs. Graves for an advancement tomorrow. She’ll give it to me, but it won’t be much more than what the train tickets are worth.” You’d taken a day off the previous week for a dentist appointment that went longer than you’d expected. That meant a whole day’s work would be left off your check this week for the sake of three fillings that cost eight times as much as the day would have paid.

Loki’s ip twitch as he had a thought. “How much can this man really do if his own means of traveling has left him abandoned?” You and Joey looked at one another in silence. Neither of you had the answer, because the question answered itself. 

Joey smiled, deciding to diffuse the pessimism. “Wow, going to see the Doctor! And the fact that he’s actually real!”

Twisting your lip and letting the stress melt away as best you could, you added, “Well given the circumstances, maybe that shouldn’t surprise you.”

“No,” Joey replied, pausing fondly to recall a memory, “It’s just that…it would’ve rocked Dad’s world to see this.” 

“I know,” you said sweetly. 

“Perhaps…” Loki chimed in, “If he has a set of films or shows like Loki of This World does, I should watch these, or I’ll remain confused about this mysterious man no matter how close we get to him. I’d rather not have any more mysteries in my life at the moment, if you don’t mind.”

You looked at Joey with a grin. “What say you? All-night Tennant binge?” 

You already knew the answer. 

For as invested as Loki seemed to be in the first few episodes of Doctor Who that you showed him, after you came back to the sofa from a bathroom run, he’d fallen asleep on the couch, sitting up, his head lolled back in peaceful repose. 

Joey hadn’t even noticed, lost in Silence in the Library, until you pointed at him silently. 

“I guess even Gods need sleep,” he joked, turning the TV off as you threw a crocheted blanket over his chest. Perhaps this was the only time his mind could be at ease in this strange, worthless universe. 

You weren’t expected at work until 1pm the following day, but if time was of the essence, you decided that taking the earliest bus up into the village of Liverpool was the best course of action. Thankfully you had a bus pass that still had money on it, so it didn’t cost anything in cash to get you and Loki up and out of the city that morning. 

Liverpool was a small, dense little village at the opposite end of the lake that bordered the north side. It was the closest the region got to a sweet provincial town, with several parks, small businesses, coffee shops, and libraries. The bookshop where you worked was a hop and a skip from the bus stop, sandwiched between a chiropractor’s office and a cafe. 

“Mrs. Graves is a kind old lady, but she’s a bit conservative,” you warned as you opened the door for Loki. “Let me do the talking, please.” 

Loki raised an eyebrow. “I regret to inform you that you have just asked an impossible task of me.” 

“What?” you asked harshly, squinting your eyes. 

“Well, someone once told me that I like to hear myself talk. The more I go forward, the more I guess I’m starting to believe it.” He didn’t sound overly serious. You chose not to press the matter further. Loki may have been a bit mercurial for the average person, but he had to know the basics of how to behave on Earth…

…or is it Midgard? No, Earth! You may have been adjusting to the situation now that you were thirty-six hours into it, but the absurdity of it all was still overwhelming. 

“Hello?” you called as you walked in with your charge. At first, there was no answer. 

“Mrs G?” you called louder, walking into the stacks and shelves, leaving Loki to meander behind you. 

“Mom’s not here,” called a higher, younger voice than you expected. 

Fuck. It’s Danielle. This will be a blast. 

Danielle was Mrs. Graves’ daughter. She was a sour, grumpy woman the same age as you. You’d gone to school together, where you rarely interacted beyond the few times you were lab partners. While you were supposed to be working after school, she’d always ditched you to do everything while she snuck out to football practice to collect STDs from the benchwarmers.

What sucked was that she was a stunner, tall, thin in all the right places, and of course, naturally charismatic with whoever she deemed worthy of her attention. In school, she used to get away with everything. Now that she was your de facto supervisor whenever her mother wasn’t around, it was evident that some people never changed. 

“I need my check early, Dan,” you continued to raise your voice, hoping to save face before she inevitably slapped it right in front of the God of Mischief. “I’ll get it and get out of your hair.”

“As if! Like you’re getting a dime before Friday!”

She emerged from the Sociology section in a bright blue sundress that you immediately envied. Automatically, she began to berate you in the way only she could get away with. “Mom called me in because she thought you were going to call in sick again. You’ve been doing that way too much lately, Y/N. Between dental work and getting sick all in the same week, are you sure you aren’t just falling apart?”

She immediately laughed at her own joke. You hung your head, aware of Loki right behind you, listening to her insults. She stopped short when she noticed him. 

She was always reading every celebrity rag she could get her hands on, and you had no doubt she could recognize an A-lister from behind a brick wall. Therefore, it only took her a moment to completely change her demeanor. “Wait…are you shitting me? Oh…it can’t be! Y/N!”

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and cocked a hip to the side, posing like a runway model. “I mean, you didn’t tell me you knew Tom Hiddleston! Mind introducing me?”

You grunted, but before you could say anything resembling words, Loki gently nudged you aside, walking forward and extending a hand. “Good morning, Madame. Might I say, that dress is lovely on you.” He swept up her hand in order to kiss it delicately. 

“Oh!” 

She widened her eyes. You narrowed yours.

“Uh…Lokes?” you said insecurely. 

He ignored you. “Y/N and I have a distant relative, and I happened to be around filming a secret project.” He flirtatiously bright his finger to his lips, punctuating the lie with a ‘shh!” 

Your jaw dropped, showing off every one of those new fillings. 

“Mr. Hiddles--”

“--Tom, please. It’s Tom to the prettiest ones.” 

Danielle looked about ready to pee. Her body spasmed as it tried to keep poise, only to fail instantly at the god’s unfurling smile. “Oh, I’m surely not as lovely as all the girls out there--”

“--a-HEM!” you suddenly cleared your throat from the sidelines. “Uh, Cousin Tom,” you warned, hissing through your teeth with all of the self-control you were capable of, “Need I remind you that you’re married.”

The couple ignored you. Your eyes rolled so far back into your head you saw black. 

“I’m afraid something’s gone terribly amiss with my accounts, love,” Loki’s words came out like smooth butter. They sounded so genuine. Of course he would go after Danielle like this! “Some monster tried to rob me.”

“How terrible!: Danielle swooned. “Who would do such a thing?”

“People who think just because I have the world at my feet that I am not still a man,” Loki answered, looking off dramatically into the middle distance. “I feed my family with that money…I earned it bringing smiles to the people of this world…”

Shoot me, you thought. Please do it quickly, before she has your baby!

“I need to get home, my daughter--”

“--son!--” you corrected with a cough.

“--my son is missing me!” he corrected without missing a beat. 

Danielle held her hands over her heart, eating his disgusting story up like kibble. “Oh my goodness! Let me help you out!” 

Danielle led you up a set of stairs behind the childrens’ section, up to the small office built into the second floor. The besotted bitch wasted no time in opening up the safe. First, she pulled out a slip of paper and slapped it onto the desk, signing it and tossing it to you with little ceremony. “Here, Y/N.” 

Your check had a little less to it than you’d anticipated, but as it turned out, that wouldn;t matter. Danielle pulled out a large brown envelope from the safe, taking a minute to sift through it. As she pulled out a smaller white envelope, you decided that enough was enough. You couldn’t have Loki committing both identity theft AND robbery on the same day. Showing off too much would eventually draw the worst kind of attention. 

“Loki, let’s leave before--”

Danielle pressed the envelope into Loki’s hand. “It’s not much, but it’ll get you first class on your way back. I’m sure coach conditions would be too harsh for you, Tom.” 

You finally reached out to take Loki’s arm, tugging it firmly. “Let’s go…Cousin Tom!”

“One moment, Cousin Y/N!” Loki leaned over Danielle, laying a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you, beautiful Danielle. I shall remember your kindness forever.” 

You couldn’t get Loki out of the store fast enough. You were so angry, you felt as if you could spit fire. The embers of jealousy were glowing inside your chest as you puffed it out defiantly, beginning to scold Loki like a mother. 

“You can’t keep doing that!” you barked. 

“Why not? I just got us--” he trailed off as he handed you the envelope. You opened it and quickly counted nearly $1000 dollars. Combined with your paycheck, it was enough for train tickets, possibly even the whole week in a cheap motel outside of Boston. 

At least we won’t have to stay with that dumbass Paulie! 

“Loki, you’re lucky she didn’t think to ask for a photo! You can bet she’s going to be going to all of her social media accounts about this,” you explained. “It can get back to the real man you’re pretending to be. You don't have the magic to get out of federal prison! You get busted, Loki, and you’ll NEVER get home!”

You were so angry and jealous that you turned your back, keeping tabs on the envelope, and walked back toward the bus stop. Loki had to chase you. 

“Y/N, are you upset with me?” he asked, disbelieving. 

“I…” you stopped yourself, touching the necklace you were wearing that he’d just gotten for you without a thought. Suddenly, it didn;t seem to matter as much that he’d batted his eyes at the likes of Danielle. He wanted something from her. He’d only wanted to give something to you.  

“...you know what? I’m being silly. It’s been an emotional few days.” You didn’t want to risk another panic attack in front of him, especially seeing as you didn’t have your Emotional Support Joey this time. “I imagine you get it.”

Loki smiled, clearly relieved at your changing mood. “I do.” 

You stood at the stop for about fifteen minutes. Luckily, today was a bit more temperate, the humidity giving way to a rather refreshing breeze. “Well,” you said with a smile, “At least we have a way to get to the coast….thanks to you.”

You looked up at him as he stepped toe-to-toe with you. “I owe the hope that I have to you, Y/N, but I must ask you something serious.”

You took in a deep breath. “Yeah?”

“...was my performance stirring? Was I sweet?” he asked, barely holding in his need to tease. 

You pursed your lips and shook your head. “Sugary-sweet, Mr. Loki, and the last thing I needed today was another cavity.” 

He chuckled, putting a kind hand on your shoulder as the bus pulled up. “Well, it seems I can pay for your surgeon’s bill this time, courtesy of Danielle!”

Of course he was only joking. Every cent of that bonus money needed to be spent on your upcoming journey, and after you returned home, it was nearly noon. Joey had fallen asleep with the TV still turned on. You chucked a pillow at him in order to wake him up, and the rest of the day spent planning and booking tickets to New England. 

By 8am the following morning, the three of you were walking the eleven blocks northward toward the transit station, you and your brother with duffel bags slung over your shoulders, Loki holding the tickets, passports, and money in a messenger bag of his own that you’d dug through the closet to find. It was foggy and overcast, which was a weather pattern more common in the city than bright, sunny skies. 

Luckily, the train was on time, so you didn’t have to spend much time in front of everyone in the waiting area, risking someone identifying Loki as someone of consequence. 

“You didn’t spring for Business class?” Joey complained, reading his ticket. “We could’ve afforded it, Sis.”

“Twenty bucks extra each? That’s grocery and lodging,” you reasoned. “Fuck that. We don't even know how we’re going to be able to afford to get out of Boston! The first thing we do after we check into our motel is find a bodega that has food.” 

Joey leaned in to Loki with an aside, as if you couldn’t perfectly hear him when he said, “She’s worse than a mom, isn’t she?”

“Well, maybe if you didn’t always act like you still needed one--”

“--here it comes!” Loki announced as you made your way onto the platform, where four other individuals stood, waiting about as you now were. The train was always close enough to hear as it pulled up, a strong breath of wind in its wake. It was nearly deafening. 

Several conductors in matching suits exited the train and began scanning tickets, letting people abroad. 

Joey whispered behind his hand to both of you: “Let me go first, I got this.”

You grunted with disapproval. Joey presented his ticket to the conductor, choosing the only woman among the staff. To your deep regret, she was also an attractive lady. 

“I don't know, Mr. Hiddleston, trains are good for traveling incognito, but someone could still discover you in coach--”

The conductor immediately whipped her head up, observing Loki for several seconds, assessing him. Her cheeks grew red as she quickly grew embarrassed to be standing there in her stiff gray dress skirt. 

“--oh, our Business class car has plenty of unassigned seats,” she said quickly. “I can let the conductor back there know that we upgraded you.”

“Oh, are you certain?” Loki asked slowly. 

Don’t rub it in, showboater. you prayed. You were growing agitated again. Had Loki listened to a word you said outside the bookstore? 

“It;s Amtrak’s pleasure,” said the conductor. “Go down to the last car, and I’ll radio our staff down there that you’re keeping a low profile.”

“A million thanks,” Loki pressed his hands together as you presented your ticket, choosing to brush past him. 

You could hear the conductor saying in a coquettish voice, “Maybe I’ll wander back later and we could take a photo together?”

Within five minutes, the train jerked to a start, and the three of you finally left Syracuse behind, the announcer on the loudspeaker promising an arrival in Boston seven hours hence. The Business Class car  layout was simple, but with more space than a coach car. One side of the aisle was lined with single seats, the other doubles. Joey claimed a single seat near the middle of the car, and you took it as a signal to put your bags up above his head and settle in the double-set of seats across the way from him. 

You quickly claimed the window before thinking better of it. “Loki, you take that one. Everyone’s going to see your face if you’re right on the aisle.” He quietly got into the seat, you next to him. You instantly became aware that your thighs were touching. If he noticed, Loki didn’t say anything or shift in his seat.

“See ya in seven hours, nerds,” Joey put up his leg rest and pulled down the baseball cap he wore over his eyes. 

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Loki leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Don’t fret, please.” 

“You haven’t listened to me! We cannot be caught, Loki!” you answered. 

“I know that, Y/N, please trust me,” he answered. “But perhaps your brother was correct. There was more of a risk sitting among all of those extra people.”

It was true, this car was nearly entirely empty as opposed to the rest of the train. 

“Y/N, this world is the strangest I’ve ever seen, including the version of it where I;m from,” he confessed. “I have never been so vulnerable…so…mortal, than as I have been these past few days.” 

That hadn’t occurred to you.

“This is the only thing I can do to help you and your brother with this miserable chore I’ve given you by showing up in your lives unannounced like this. I have no magic, no illusions other than the ones I can conjure with my lies.”

You were bold and laid your hand on top of his. “You’re not a burden. Never.” 

Loki looked touched. “Thank you, Y/N.” 

.The two of you fell asleep before being on the train for an hour. When Loki awoke hours later, he noticed that you’d never let go of his hand, and that your head was leaning against his shoulder. 

He smiled tenderly and leaned his own head against the top of yours, getting the slightest whiff of your floral body spray before letting it lull him back into a pleasant sleep. 

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[munchmemes]

florence + the machine lyrics, high as hope edition

A SIDE

❛ i'm so high, i can see an angel. ❜ ❛ i hear your heart beating in your chest. ❜ ❛ the world slows 'till there's nothing left. ❜ ❛ in those heavy days in june when love became an act of defiance. ❜ ❛ hold onto each other. ❜ ❛ you were broken-hearted and the world was, too. ❜ ❛ i was beginning to lose my grip. i always held it loosely but this time i admit, i felt it really start to slip. ❜ ❛ at seventeen, i started to starve myself. ❜ ❛ i thought that love was a kind of emptiness. ❜ ❛ at least, i understood then the hunger i felt & i didn't have to call it loneliness. ❜ ❛ we all have a hunger. ❜ ❛ don't let it get you down, you're the best thing i've seen. ❜ ❛ we never found the answer but we knew one thing. ❜ ❛ in that pink dress, they're gonna crucify me. ❜ ❛ how could anything bad ever happen to you? ❜ ❛ you make a fool of death with your beauty. ❜ ❛ i thought that love was in the drugs. ❜ ❛ the more i took, the more it took away and i could never get enough. ❜ ❛ for a moment, i forgot to worry. ❜ ❛ i thought it doesn't get better than this. ❜ ❛ there can be nothing better than this. ❜ ❛ the world is at your fingertips. ❜ ❛ everything i ever did was just another way to scream your name. over and over and over again. ❜ ❛ i want a space to watch things grow. ❜ ❛ did i dream too big? do i have to let it go? ❜ ❛ what if one day there is no such thing as snow? ❜ ❛ i don't know anything. except that green is so green. ❜ ❛ there's a special kind of sadness that seems to come with spring. ❜ ❛ you need a big god. big enough to hold your love. ❜ ❛ you keep me up at night but to my messages, you do not reply. ❜ ❛ you know i still like you the most. ❜ ❛ you'll always be my favourite ghost. ❜ ❛ sometimes i think it's getting better and then it gets much worse. ❜ ❛ is it just part of the process? jesus christ, it hurts. ❜ ❛ though i know i should know better, i can make this work. ❜ ❛ shower your affection, let it rain on me. ❜ ❛ are you deeply sleeping or are you still awake? ❜ ❛ a good friend told me you've been staying out so late. ❜ ❛ be careful, my darling. be careful what it takes. ❜ ❛ from what i've seen so far, the good ones always seem to break. ❜ ❛ i can feel your anger from way across the sea. ❜ ❛ i was kissing strangers, i was causing such a scene. ❜ ❛ oh, the heart, it hides such unimaginable things. ❜ ❛ i want you so badly but you could be anyone. ❜ ❛ hold me down, i'm so tired now. ❜ ❛ leave me where i lie. ❜ ❛ i feel like i'm about to fall, the room begins to sway. ❜ ❛ i can hear the sirens but i cannot walk away. ❜ ❛ i thought i was flying but maybe i'm dying tonight. ❜

B SIDE

❛ i'm sorry i ruined your birthday. ❜ ❛ i guess i could go back, try and make my parents proud. ❜ ❛ i don't think it would be too long before i'm drunk again. ❜ ❛ this is the only thing i've ever had any faith in. ❜ ❛ [NAME], i don't say it enough. you are so loved. ❜ ❛ all the walls were melting and there were mermaids everywhere. hearts flew from my hands and i could see people's feelings. ❜ ❛ and you, you were the one i treated the worst. only because you loved me the most. ❜ ❛ we haven't spoken in a long time. i think about it sometimes. ❜ ❛ i don't know who i was back then and i hope and hope i would never treat anyone like that again. ❜ ❛ oh [NAME], you've always been my north star. ❜ ❛ i have to tell you something, i'm still afraid of the dark. ❜ ❛ do you understand that with every seed you sow you make this cold world beautiful? ❜ ❛ you told me all doors are open to the believer. ❜ ❛ i believe her. ❜ ❛ how's that working out for you, honey? do you feel loved? ❜ ❛ i drink too much coffee and i think of you often. ❜ ❛ are you afraid? 'cause i'm terrified. ❜ ❛ you remind me that it's such a wonderful thing to love. ❜ ❛ i believe in you and in our hearts we know the truth. ❜ ❛ i believe in love and the darker it gets, the more i do. ❜ ❛ it's just too much, i cannot get you close enough. ❜ ❛ a hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here. ❜ ❛ lord, don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly. ❜ ❛ we have no need to fight. we raise our voices and let our hearts take flight. ❜ ❛ my held breath fills the room with love. ❜ ❛ it hurts in ways i can't describe. ❜ ❛ my heart bends and breaks so many, many times and is born again with each sunrise. ❜ ❛ we're sorry, we thought you didn't care. ❜ ❛ how does it feel now you've scratched that itch? ❜ ❛ hubris is a bitch. ❜ ❛ i feel nervous in a way that can't be named. ❜ ❛ we're a family pulled from a flood. ❜ ❛ it was so far to fall but it didn't hurt at all. ❜ ❛ i've always been in love with you. could you tell it from the moment that i met you? ❜ ❛ they told me that they loved me then ghosted me again. ❜ ❛ the older i get i find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject. ❜ ❛ i must confess, i did it all for myself. ❜ ❛ the loneliness never left me. i always took it with me. ❜ ❛ the loneliness never left me. i always took it with me but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company. ❜ ❛ no chorus will come in. no ballad will be written. it will be entirely forgotten. ❜ ❛ and if tomorrow it's all over, at least we had it for a moment. ❜ ❛ things seem so unstable but for a moment we were able to be still. ❜ ❛ this will be entirely forgotten. ❜

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[hyuckie-angel]

treasure reaction; college boyfriend

in which they love their partner and their studies (sometimes)

a/n; a lil suggestive in jihoon, yoshi, asahi and doyoung’s parts

최현석 • choi hyunsuk

the making music at 1am boyfriend

the raw talent your partner hyunsuk possesses is no joke

the way music seems to come from his fingertips

magically into the software

renders you speechless sometimes

‘come look at what i made :D’

he’ll never say it but all of his lyric inspiration is you

he’s never failed a project and he knows its because he’s got you there to write about :’)

but anyway

despite adoring his creativity, sometimes he really just has no clue 

like there’s a road in his brain but its one way and the lines are fading

if you get what i mean

it’s really late

the world is silent

you are drifting off into dreams

when out of nowhere you hear a really loud Dm chord blasting through the stereo

‘hyunsukkkkkkkk’

‘yeah? :0′

he’s cute when he’s confused so you forgive him

when he has an early class you sometimes have to get out of bed and force him away from his desk

‘but im almost don-’

‘hyunsuk it is 4am go the fuck to sleep’

sometimes he whips out the guitar at 1am, strumming a few chords and humming along

this you could never say no to

‘i wrote this one for you the other day’

lying there listening to him quietly serenade you fills you with this warm comfortableness 

so you jump out of bed to grab his face 

planting a soft kiss onto his lips

you can feel his grin even with your eyes shut

its safe to say that sleeping doesn’t play a huge part in the relationship, and you could not care any less :)

박지훈 • park jihoon

the ‘if i finish my project will you finish me? ;)’ boyfriend

lord help your soul

jihoon may look like the sweetest, most innocent guy on campus

but oh boy is that incorrect

before you were even dating he was winking at you across the classroom

or running ahead of you to open doors

and despite his wide and elated smile when you finally accepted his advances

he is a fiend

he’s like your own personal devil on your shoulder

‘surely we skip this class’ wink wink wink

you quickly figured out that the best motivation for this man is

well

the intimate kind

the ‘if you finish this project in the next hour ill let you do whatever you want tonight’ kind

he has absolutely no complaints

it was a dream come true when he realised you would reciprocate

besides

both of you would much rather spend a night having fun

than reading coursework and hating life

of course he has his sweet moments

buys you flowers

brings you chocolate when you’re sad

agrees that making a pillow fort is very important rn

cue the next 3 hours of bickering and pillow related injuries

but his tendency to get distracted

makes itself known quite often

of course you use this to your advantage

walking into the room in a tiny little skirt and an almost see through top

you get more attention than you’ve ever dreamed of

and the sex 

you don’t wanna blow up his ego

but it’s just always really, really good

your professor has started to become suspicious

sometimes both of you do fantastic work

but sometimes both your projects look rushed  (¬_¬)

‘we just spent too much time studying for our other class professor i swear’

this boy will be the death of you 

金本芳典 • kanemoto yoshinori

the always late to class boyfriend

you love this boy to the grave

but you cannot count on all your fingers and toes the amount of times he has forgotten about his classes

never once has he done it on purpose

the man just gets so distracted by anything and everything

especially you

he is no thoughts head empty only yn

‘holy fucking fuck i have class rn’

you have his schedule written down in your phone

so when you tell him you’re going to the shops and he says he’s coming

you can tell him 

‘no yoshi you have literature in 5 minutes’

cue yoshi olympic sprinting out of the house

the amount of times he comes back from class with a paper that has been graded 

‘98%... late’

its basically his brand atp

you’re no better sometimes though

if you’re making out and in the back of your mind you know he probably has class soon

but you’d much rather be here

with his hands in you hair and your heavy breaths breaking the silence

you just say nothing

yoshi doesn't care if he’s late because you guys were having sex

in fact unsurprisingly

he quite enjoys it

 as do you lmao

‘yoshi you have class’

‘stfu do you wanna have sex or not jesus’

he’s also developed a sixth sense when around his professors

if he passes by one of them on campus

he immediately leaves your side

jumping behind a bush

as you get confronted by his literature professor asking why tf he missed half an hour of class again

‘just tell them i died’ 

‘no??’

he’s never going to change, but as the wisest men say

yolo

김준규 • kim junkyu

the studies until 5am then sleeps through the class boyfriend

if theres one thing about junkyu

its that sleep >>>>> anything else

(aside from you >> ofc)

he also has this unbelievable fear of failing

so to compensate he spends hours and hours studying

into the night

you wake up sometimes and there’s 4 redbull cans scattered across the desk

and a very unconscious junkyu drooling onto his workbook

you take a photo of him

you gently shake him and wake him enough to get himself to bed

you can always tell how hard he’s working to try and pass his classes with the best marks possible

and you admire him for it

but goddamn does he need to stop staying up so late

you remember the infamous night that he stayed up super late cramming

absolutely determined to pass his exam with the highest marks possible

and then proceeded to sleep through all his alarms

you received a very tearful phone call that morning

‘can you wake me up at 6:30?’

‘junkyu its 5am that is 1 and a half hours of sleep’

‘yea??’

he lives and breaths energy drinks

cue his hands shaking to the point where both of you are like

‘maybe we should go to a doctor’  (≖_≖ )

your favourite thing to do together is nap

because he is always sleep deprived

he turns into a cuddly gremlin when you lie down together

you want to get up and use the bathroom

too bad

wait until he wants to let go

its okay though because he’s so cute

sometimes when you’re napping he unconsciously kisses your forehead and cuddles closer to you

and you have to say nothing so you don’t wake him but also die inside from love and affection

although he is clumsy

and somewhat disorganised

he’s your clumsy and disorganised, and you love him more than anything <333333

윤재혁 • yoon jaehyuk

the ‘whats the answer???’ boyfriend

you met jaehyuk in a class the two of you shared

you could tell he was an absent minded guy

he was often staring towards the front of the lecture hall

looking directly through the teacher

and taking in precisely zero information

but because you were sat next to him

and you liked to think you were a decent person

you would give him a tap on the shoulder every time you thought he was missing something important

this seemed quite mundane to you

just a girl helping out a fellow classmate  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but the butterflies that birthed in his stomach every time you leant over to help him out

made him feel crazy

so he asked you out

after getting over the initial surprise of this gorgeous man wanting to be your boyfriend

you began to notice all these little habits about him

his confused squint when he’s trying to figure something out

the way he clenches his jaw in understanding

his fiddly hands when he’s losing his attention span

and your personal favourite;

the way he leans over to ask you questions about the class

‘hey what did you get for number 1 coz i got 35 but its not even a maths question?’

he’s also so unintentionally funny

‘babe i lost 17 pens can i borrow one?’

once you snorted in amusement so loudly the teacher said bless you

which made jaehyuk loose his shit laughing

and now whenever you laugh at his expense he says bless you

so you slap him (gently)

he pokes his tongue out 

you pretend to get offended

he laughs and kisses you softly

you forgive him immediately

his attention span in class has definitely improved with you helping him

even the professor has noticed

but

he maaaay or may not be pretending to zone out sometimes

just so you’ll tap him on the shoulder and look at him with your pretty eyes and ask him if he needs anything :’)

浜田朝光 • hamada asahi

the quiet sober; crazy drunk boyfriend

when you first met your boyfriend asahi

his quiet and calm temperament had caught your attention

you’d seen him in the library, head down, brown hair falling in his eyes

and you’d realised that you needed this man

he was beautiful

so you went and talked to him

his responses were

well

limited

‘hi’

‘yeah’

‘haha’

but little did you know his heart had swelled and his palms had become clammy at the sight of you

you and your face that he thought was maybe the most gorgeous he’d ever seen

so two months later you were dating

he’d told you he didn’t drink much

he didn’t care for it

but when you were invited to his best friend jaehyuks birthday party, he told you he’d probably indulge a little

“a little” he said

by the time you got into the uber to go to the party, his cheeks were flushed 

by the time you got there, he was smiling wonkily at you like an idiot

about half an hour later and you’d totally lost him

you weren’t worried, it was a safe environment

but you were curious

so out you went to look for him

and there he was on the roof

ON THE ROOF?!?!

his hangover the next morning was his punishment for doing stupid shit you’d told him

now every time you drink

you wait for an incident ™

sometimes he just gets super horny

‘can we leave plzzz babe ;))’

and sometimes he manages things you don’t understand

‘okey we needa go coz that guys wantz to fite me idk why’

but all times, he is hungover for three days and one of his professors thinks he has an alcohol problem 

‘i’m never drinking again’ :(

김도영 • kim doyoung

the hits on you like you’re not dating boyfriend

just like jihoon

doyoung has this innocent exterior, devilish interior 

kinda vibe

he also has absolutely no shame ever

and so has this habit of constantly putting you in awkward situations 

where people think he’s harassing you

but in reality he’s just being a dickhead

‘hey bby girl you wanna come back to my place tonight?’ ;)

before you had told your best friend that you and doyoung were dating

he had come over, slung an arm around your shoulders and gone

‘hey sexy’

you had turned bright red

and your friend had looked so confused you thought she might have an aneurism

doyoung lives in a share house just off campus with three roommates; jaehyuk, jeongwoo and junkyu

the first few times you’d come over, doyoung turned off the weirdness

opting for just following you around

like a lost puppy

but when he realised his roommates didn’t pay you guys any attention

suddenly he’s backing you into walls

grabbing you from behind in the kitchen

staring at your chest almost all the time

and just being a general menace to society 

you have a really lovely and not embarrassing at all memory 

of a beautiful spring day

5:30pm

you and two friends were walking out of class

giggling at everything under the sun

when a voice echoes through the air

a voice belonging to your beloved boyfriend who’s standing 20 feet away from you with a shit eating grin on his face

‘yo yn... is that a mirror in your pocket coz i can see myself in your pants!!!!’ ;)) 

your physics professor was standing right behind him 

you’ve never seen someone go from confident to embarrassed that quickly

but even though he is your personal humiliation creator

you still let him hit

what can you say, he’s dumb but he’s hot lmaooo

渡辺春虎 • watanabe haruto

the ‘i fcking hate this class’ boyfriend

you were the year above haruto

you in your third year of studies, him in his second

you had dreamt your whole life of becoming a marine biologist

dedicating countess hours to study and achieving perfect scores

it wasn’t a secret that you loved all of your classes

now

one evening you were asked by your professor to attend a lecture and maybe help out anyone in need

and that’s when you first saw him

you thought he was cute immediately, his platinum blonde hair framing his face nicely and his glasses sliding down his nose a little

but you weren’t one for pursuing attraction

so you spent the lecture walking around and giving tips to people that asked

until haruto raised his hand as you walked by

secretly happy, you sat down next to him and asked what he needed

it was basically love at first sight for both of you

you spent the rest of the lecture sitting with him

he found you so endearing 

and you thought he was hilarious

all was going so well

until he opened his mouth and went 

‘yeah i fucking hate this class lol’

you awkwardly smiled

‘this is my favourite class’

his grin dropped dramatically

‘ah- ah i’m sorry idk why i said that’

you weren’t offended in the slightest

but his flustered reaction made you giggle

you began dating only weeks later :)

haruto’s favourite thing was to annoy the shit out of you talking about how much he dislikes the classes you love

you could be sitting in the food court

having a loving conversation

and out of nowhere he goes

‘i’m so glad im not in that class rn’

you deadpan stare at him 

if he sees you studying for the class

‘damn i was gonna stay over but not anymore i guess fuck’

so dramatic i stg

despite wanting to punch him in the jaw sometimes

he makes you laugh more than you had in years

and so you can move past the difference in interests for him

박정우 • park jeongwoo

the second-hand embarrassment boyfriend

like

confidently raises his hand and says the total wrong answer

kinda guy

trips over and sprains his ankle in the food court

kinda guy

not that you’d have it any other way

but damn sometimes you have to restrain from cringing visibly

he’s like a walking sit-com

and you are the audience

your personal favourite pass-time is forcing him to listen to his own actions retold from your perspective

as you wheeze with laughter and he sits there like  (－_－) 

he secretly loves it though

if his misfortune is enough to make you happy

he thinks you might be slightly weird

but your happiness is all that matters to him

so he can deal with it

‘im glad me falling on my ass was this amusing to you thanks heaps babe’

one day you were sitting in a class you shared 

it was business and it was boring but it was both of your favourite class because you were in <3 love <3

and jeongwoo had a question

the professor was walking around the classroom so he was waiting

and as they walked over, jeongwoo opened his mouth

and you watched practically in slow motion as he said

‘hey mum i have a question’

your eyes widened

his eyes widened

the professors eyes widened 

doyoungs eyes widened

you held back on laughing until he’d gotten the answer he needed

and then you and doyoung let loose 

‘hey mum’

‘mummy i mean mummy i mean-’

‘excuse me professor birthgiver’

‘OKAY I GET IT SHUT THE FUCK UP PLEASE’

if he ever gets insecure about anything

you look him dead in the eyes and tell him that he may be an idiot, but he’s your idiot, and thats all that matters :)

소정환 • so junghwan

the spends all his money on you boyfriend

from the beginning

junghwan had been spoiling you silly 

buying you lunches

hearing you say you liked something and immediately purchasing it

you hadn’t thought anything of it at first

assuming it was just a friendly gesture

but the smirks from all your friends told you a different story

after the two of you began dating, his bank account began suffering

you had told him countless times

he didn’t need to be doing all this

but to him, it was his way of showing you he cared

‘you like this? i buy for u bby girl’

‘junghwan no-’

he also wasn’t afraid of showing people how much he spoiled you

read: ‘one time he walked into your class whilst the teacher was talking and everybody looked at him confused and he walked to you and gave you a block of chocolate and then walked straight back out but blew you a kiss just to make sure you were sufficiently embarrassed’

you adore him for it though

no matter how much he tries to humiliate you

you also aren’t allowed to try and pay him back

if he catches you tryna pay for something

or transferring money

its on sight

‘i am a grown man and i am insulted by this behaviour’

sometimes you run to the food court to buy both of you lunch before he gets there

so that he can’t lecture you on spending money

sometimes you think he’s a bit dumb though

you once broke a pencil you’d been using in your art class

and in response junghwan had bought you 83 more

‘why are there 7 parcels at my door rn’

‘damn that shits crazy i have no idea’

despite this

you know his only intention is to be there for you and help you out

so you always thank him with a huge hug 

and only one or two insults about him being a walking wallet

#treasure #treasure reactions #treasure imagines #treasure headcannons #yg treasure #choi hyunsuk #hyunsuk #park jihoon #jihoon #yoshi #kanemoto yoshinori #junkyu #kim junkyu #yoon jaehyuk #jaehyuk #Asahi #hamada asahi #doyoung #kim doyoung #haruto #watanabe haruto #jeongwoo #park jeongwoo #junghwan #so junghwan #T5 #kpop imagines #kpop headcanons #kpop fanfic #treasure fanfic

[dolleminas]

I think the last few days really taught me (but what I secretly already knew) is that middle-class women have very little solidarity, let alone empathy for working-class women. It's not only women, it's men too, but it's just glaringly obvious when we supposedly should fight for women, up until it's middle-class women fighting for poor women. There's solidarity, up until a certain point.

Let me paint you a picture. It's summer, I've just started getting back into the workforce after years of crippling illness. I'm meeting with my job coach. A lovely woman, and we get talking about why I want to go back to work.

"Part of it is that I'm bored at home, but I'd be lying if finance isn't a motivator too."

She scoffs good-naturedly. She says, money is not important! The important thing is that you have fulfilment in your work!

I look around myself. We're sitting in her garden. The garden of her two-story house. It's bigger than my entire home. I say I would like to be able to eat, to pay rent. She brushes me off. She doesn't get it. I don't think she's ever had to go hungry.

Let me paint you another picture. I grew up in a neighbourhood full of people like me. The homes were built from the rubble of WWII. When I laid in bed, I would brush my hands over the walls and feel the grit and the dust stain my fingertips. Sometimes it would even stain the bed. My bedroom is hardly bigger than a broom closet, but it's all I know. Most of my neighbours are immigrant families and poc. That's where the government puts them. Crime is rampant. But it could be worse. My mother buys hand-me-downs from the neighbours for me. Other kids bully me for my clothes. During the christmas holidays, the school has to board up the windows because of vandalism. We sit with our coats on in class because heating costs too much.

Still, I know people who have it worse. My mother has a part-time job as a receptionist and my grandparents help. When I wear holes into my underwear my grandmother silently buys us some more. I have never known underwear without holes in them. When we go on vacation, I feel rich. I know many kids who don't. My mother only has to take care of me.

This all makes it that much more of a slap in the face to see women claim to be supporters of women, so-called feminists but have absolutely no empathy for poor women. And most of the time they don't even know it. They have an idealised world-view. A, 'just do x' or 'just do y' and my personal favourite 'well I'd never do that!' or even 'you have options.'

No. No, don't. Be quiet, be silent, listen. If you have solidarity with women, then listen about the lives you have not lived, the struggles you have not struggled with. Do not come from a place of 'I would never' because you cannot, with any resemblance of accuracy, say that until you have lived it. Poor women aren't stupid or lazy, stop thinking of us as such! Stop blaming us for the life we were born into, the life we often are unable to escape.

Sit down, listen... and don't expect poor women to have solidarity with you if you do not have it with us. You, the privileged one. The idealistic one. The one who never knew how it was like to go hungry as a little girl and have to watch your mother lie to you about why.

#honey speaks #poverty #female poverty #lower class women

[gotham-ruaidh]

you can feel the beat within [a 7x02 story]

Her tears had stopped some time ago. Her breaths had calmed, no longer gasping for air, her back softly rising and falling as his fingertips skimmed her spine.

Again he kissed her forehead. Watched the breeze swirl the curtains across the room, the black night an endless void beyond. Shifted her in his arms, sheltering her.

Her hands tightened at his elbows. Knees hooked behind his.

He felt her swallow against his shoulder.

“What happened, when you watched me go?”

He sighed. “I suppose I’ve never told you.”

“You don’t need to,” she whispered. “I understand if you don’t want to talk about it.”

His hand splayed over the small of her back. Pressing her deeper against him.

“You were in my arms. And then you were just…gone. In a blink. I had thought it would be slow, like salt dissolving in water. But no. It was as if you had never existed.”

Her thumb traced two parallel scars on his back. “I was so scared it would pull me apart. Me and the baby.”

“I ken it was the right thing.” She heard the tears in his eyes. “I meant to die, and I meant to save my family. But…God, Claire. You were gone, and all I had was your arisaid, and it smelled of you.”

He inhaled deeply at her hairline. Gasping.

“I was ready for my body to die on that battlefield. Because my heart was already dead.”

She pulled back from his shoulder. Rose up on an elbow to look at him. Cradled his face in her hands.

“Your heart beats within me. It beats in our daughter, and our grandchildren. They are worth it. All of it.”

“I…” his voice broke, pulse elevated, eyes bright with tears. “I ken that. But…”

“You don’t hate me for it, Jamie?”

His brows furrowed. “Hate you? How?”

She pulled away, drawing into herself. Sat up, wrapping her hands around her shoulders. Wishing she hadn’t discarded her shift, damp with sweat and tears, sometime before.

“All of the losses you’ve had…that we’ve had, Jamie.” She couldn’t look at him. “It’s because of me.”

“What? Sassenach, I dinna understand.”

“You lost your parents and brother before I knew you. But everything after that – your home. Your soul, after Wentworth. Our Faith. Angus and Rupert and all the men we knew in the Rising. You lost your birthright as laird. You went to prison. William. Your printshop. Murtagh. You’ve lost all of it because of me. Because you married me. Because I told you what would happen to the Highland culture. Because I came back, and because I know how this war will end. Because I know what’s wrong with Mandy.”

Now she dared to look up at him – torn, beautiful, so beautiful in the candlelight that her heart almost burst.

“How can you not hate me for that, Jamie?”

He reached out, tentatively, and rested a big, warm hand on her knee.

“We had a conversation like this in Paris. We forgave each other. But how long have you felt this way now?”

She rested her hand – her right hand – on top of his. Silver ring softly glowing in the candlelight.

“Too long.”

He smiled sadly. “We are a pair, mo chridhe. For I have long feared you’d think the same of me. Hate me for it.”

She pursed her lips, not understanding. He shifted to sit in front of her, interlocking their fingers.

“You lost your world when you first came to me. Your husband, who I ken was a good man. It tore you up inside, Claire. I made you choose between us when it should have been me against him.”

“Jamie – ”

“I couldnae give you a proper home until we built this one. We lost our daughter in Paris. We returned to Lallybroch, and it was a wonderful time, but we lost that too. We lost the chance to raise Bree together. We lost a life in Edinburgh, and then at Lallyboch because of Laoghaire. We came to the Ridge, but we lost it being a safe place for you.”

Her thumb traced the scars on the back of his fingers.

“I’ve wondered - how could you not hate me? For it’s because of me, all this has happened to you. To us.”

Somewhere outside, a dove cooed mournfully.

He brought the back of her hand to his lips for a kiss. “But I cannae hate my own heart. Can you?”

She looked at him for a long moment. “Of course not.”

He made a small sound, and in a rush gathered her to him. Squeezing so tight.

“I have loved you from the very beginning of it, Claire. Holding you like this, in my arms, when you wept at Leoch. It felt right, did it no?”

She rested her forehead against his. Kissed the salt at the corner of his eyes.

“You are my heart,” she whispered. “As I am yours. When yours hurts, mine hurts. When mine hurts, so does yours. Two hundred years can’t change that.”

A kiss.

His thumb traced her heart.

“Look…”

Jamie pulled away, smiling. Softly spun her around to rest against the steady strength of his chest.

She settled against him. Looking out the window. Smiling at the shower of tiny kisses against the shell of her ear.

His heart a low, steady thump against her back.

Her heart singing.

Watching dawn – the gift of another day together – touch the Ridge.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire

[always-is-always]

JK..... Golden..... etc....

I do think that JK was given more "direction" than choices, for the album. One could say that the "direction" was in the form of strong suggestions, as he really had to put trust in higher management for this. He's still navigating through his own process of developing confidence in his writing abilities, and he has said that he doesn't feel that confident.

On X/Twitter, I follow someone who stated weeks ago that JK didn't have a lot of choice in the songs. This person is on the inside of things, and I think that it is true. When I saw who's names were attached to the songs on Golden, it confirmed my own sensing about the project. It's coming from Western/European creators.

Right now, JK has a goal of becoming a global star. He's put a large percentage of the necessary steps into the hands of Bang PD and Scooter, amongst others. His goal is set. What we are witnessing is the result of the direction of the people who he has trusted.

For whatever reasons they are basically utilizing JK's solo music and goals to see how far they can take it, to the levels of global success. I think he's the trial-run, as they say. He's got the talent, the charisma, the looks, and the willingness to put it all out there in front of the public, anywhere they are willing to send him. It's no-holds-barred, for Jungkookie.

I dare say that the people above him (the ones making the BIG bucks) are seeing him as a means to an end, financially. I personally believe that Bang PD is entirely motivated by the $$$$$$$$$ that he's making, off of Jungkookie (as well as all K-Pop artists under his wing). Scooter is just another who is purely motivated by money. He's got the connections in the industry, and he knows exactly how to pull the strings.

My biggest concern is the health and wellbeing of Jungkookie, physically, emotionally, mentally, and energetically. With the insane schedule that we are witnessing (flying all over the world, without true rest in-between), I am concerned about how this will all affect Jungkookie, in the long-run.

Yoongi had an exhausting schedule on tour, yet they designed it so that he was progressively moving in the direction of Seoul, through the tour. He wasn't going back and forth across an ocean every week, moving back and forth across multiple time-zones that can cause deep exhaustion and a difficulty in adjusting to the day and time. We saw an exhausted Yoongi at the end, even with the way that they scheduled his tour. Yet, it was nothing like what they are doing to Jungkook, with his schedule.

So the point here is that there are many levels and many things happening that Jungkook is navigating. And, everything is affecting him as he pushes through. He's giving it his all, his best, and pushing himself beyond what a normal human would do. It's all or nothing.

When Jimin expressed his concern, it was something to pay attention to. Jimin obviously cannot speak at length about it, yet what he said spoke volumes. He knows more than anyone, what Jungkookie is navigating. He knows more than anyone, how it is affecting Kookie.

You know, sometimes it takes me a minute or two, or a day or week or two, to come to clarity on things. Sometimes it takes typing it out, as I filter through thoughts.. That's what is happening right now, as these words flow from my fingertips...

Jeon Jungkook needs our support and love. regardless of what is happening, what his songs are, who wrote them, who he's collaborating with, etc., etc., etc.... Because, he's literally carrying the weight of it all, on his shoulders, and in his heart. Because, Jungkookie is putting his all into every single note, step, action and intention. This is Jeon Jungkook, doing what he is needing and wanting to do right now.

On the other side of this solo album and all involved with it, we will be preparing for Jungkook's enlistment. Yeah. It's the elephant that continues to follow him into every room, 24/7.

We don't want to see a totally exhausted Jungkook, come December. We want to see him strong and at peace, with his accomplishments, prior to his stepping into MS. We want to see him healthy, rested, and ready for the next chapter.

All we need to do is continually see him filled with Love, surrounded with Love, and always supported by Love. Divine Love. Yeah.

If you made it this far, thank you. I didn't know how this would turn out... In the end, it is about what we can do for JK. And yeah, Love is always the answer. 💜

#jeon jungkook #jk #jungkookie #jungkook doing his best #jungkook golden #send jungkook love #always love #support jungkook 24/7

[karniss-bg3]

Writing Prompt: Kar'niss x Tav proposal and /or wedding planning? I imagine they'd have a super intimate ceremony, maybe just the two of them

The hour had grown late in the sleepy town Tav and Kar’niss had settled in. Tav was working to lead the livestock back to their pens to rest for the night. After the task had been completed they’d go in search of their drider, their gaze drawn to the roof of their home where he had settled to admire the sky. Tav climbed up the ladder to get within reach, walking over to the pensive creature with a smile.

“Taking a moment of repose?” Tav asked.

Kar’niss settled on his belly, his legs bent into sharp points either side of his large body. “Yes, thinking.”

Tav walked over and sat in front of him, leaning back between his pedipalps to get comfortable. Kar’niss rested the stubby limbs over Tav’s shoulders, hooking under their arms to draw them tighter to his body.

“About what?”

“The future,” he stated simply, “our future.”

They took in a soft breath while their hands grasped his pedipalps, rubbing over the solid surface in an affectionate pass. “I’ve been thinking about the same. We’ve lived here for a few years now, found a rhythm that works for us. It took time to get over everything with the Netherbrain, all of the trials we went through just to survive. But we made it Kar’niss, we’re alive.”

Kar’niss nodded. “I am grateful for this. Some days...are easier than others. My mind still plagues me, I still hear the whisper of voices that are not real. You have helped me to cope, to find a way to live even with this affliction.” He leaned his torso so he could wrap his arms around Tav, his chin nestled on top of their head.

Tav closed their eyes and leaned back into him, the cool breeze wafting between the pair while they enjoyed each others company. “I am proud of how far you’ve come. I know it’s been an adjustment living on the surface, contending with so many eyes on you. You’ve handled it well.” They paused, their gaze trained on the half moon above, a sight the pair admired often together. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

The drider tipped his head back, surprised by the statement. “You do?”

“Of course. After all this time we’ve spent together it’s become clear that I couldn’t imagine a day without you.” Tav turned their head to look up at him. “I love you and I love this.” They squeezed their lovers arm, shifting their weight so they could turn to better face him.

He bowed his head, rogue strands of white slipped from behind his ear to sway free. “I love you as well, very much. But—are you sure? I am still a monster to many people, it will be hard for the world to see us together.”

“Then let the world squabble among themselves.” Tav reached to cup either side of his face, fingertips feeling over the mixture of soft and hard features. “I don’t need them to understand us, this is not for them.”

There was a silence between them while they both let such a concept sink in. Kar’niss was still coming to terms with anyone willing to stick their necks out for him. He’d lean down and rest his forehead to Tav’s own. “Then...I see no reason why we can’t stay together like this. I do not wish to be anywhere else.”

Tav smiled as their noses brushed, basking in each other’s presence. “Marry me,” Tav whispered as their voice warbled with emotion.

Kar’niss blinked in confusion, soon leaning away to study Tav’s face. “Mare-ee?” He squinted as his legs clicked at the ground.

It took Tav a moment to realize that such ceremonies weren’t commonplace in drow society and if anything were unheard of. “Marriage is a bonding ceremony, something two people do when they want to promise to devote themselves to each other. Sometimes it is used for political means among noble houses but for most it’s a promise to love one another until their death.”

“This is a strange concept to me,” Kar’niss began, “consorts, slaves, lust toys, all of this makes sense to me. High houses of the Matriarchs had some ceremonies but it was never for love. Drow...do not even have a word for such an emotion.”

“Which is a shame. I know you’ve had a hard time in the Underdark but the same will not be true here, not with me at least. I would like to marry you but only if you desire the same in return. This is not your custom and I don’t want you to feel forced.”

“I do not feel forced when I am with you. I simply don’t know what this ritual requires. Is it something someone with a body such as mine can do? Is it some sort of physical challenge to prove virility? Or is it more a test of the mind and reflexes?”

Tav chuckled and applied a soft pat to the side of Kar’niss’ face. “It’s not a test, not in that sense at least. The requirements, so to speak, change depending on what deity you follow, or what customs your race may have. For us I think keeping it simple is the best course. Nothing fancy, only what is needed to make it official. A quiet ceremony with a few friends and someone to officiate the wedding.”

“Web-ing?”

“No no, wedding. It’s what the marriage ceremony is called.”

“Oh.”

They smiled at their lover, pressing a soft kiss to his chin. “It’s not as complicated as it may sound, promise. Is it something you want, though? To marry me?”

He inhaled deep into his lungs while he glanced to the side, taking time to think about the notion. He’d look upon Tav and study their features, think through all they had endured together, how Tav had stayed by his side even when he was at his worst. He’d tense his arms to get a good grip around his lover, hoisting them off the ground so they were truly face to face.

“If this is what surface society deems as proof that we are meant to be then I shall do it. I would rise to any test, challenge or ritual necessary to show my devotion. You are my new light in the darkness, Tav. Now and always.”

Tav felt a well of emotion bubble within their chest, their heart swelling after hearing words of passionate conviction. Their chosen reply was that of a kiss, deep and intense to transfer their excitement to Kar’niss directly. The gesture was returned by the drider with equal vigor, embracing the one he loved beyond all measure. They held the embrace for as long as their lungs could bare it, Tav’s arms winding around Kar’niss’ neck to hold fast. A new chapter of their lives was beginning and neither could be more eager to see it unfold.

The adventurer and the wayward spider, together forever.

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #drider #bg3 #karniss #baldurs gate 3 #answered #my writing #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #tav x kar'niss #kar'niss fanfic #gender neutral tav #fluff #romantic #sfw

[kalevalakryze]

Mar'e'yi'manda

A quiet night under the stars on Lothal, Shin's laying in the grass next to Sabine, "What does it feel like?" They ask, risking a glance over to the other woman in the silver light of the moons.

"what does what feel like?" Sabine hums, fingers twiddling where they're clasped over her stomach.

"To be you?" There's something vulnerable there, something that tells Sabine not to look at them, so she focuses her golden eyes into the reflection of the light that reminds her of Shin so much.

"Everything sings," Her hand raises, open towards the night sky, a gentle breeze skirting past open fingers as her other hand drops from her stomach and to the grass, caking mud under her nails when she sinks the tips of her fingers into the dirt, to the still rain-damp layers below the surface.

"Sings? They question, and Sabine can hear them rustling in the grass, rolling onto their side so they can look across the foot of empty space separating them.

"Music is in everything, y'know?" The Artist shrugged, letting her risen hand finally drop back to the ground to twist grass up between her fingers.

"The wind in the grass, the ships coming out and going in, the life in the cities, the life we can't even see, all of it; and thats just who I am."

"I am the wind echoing across stone and I'm the sun melting away shadows, and sometimes I'm the color and the world is just waiting on me to paint it; I spent too long living in monochrome prisons to be anything but this.. this life,"

"Maybe that's sappy," Sabine huffed out with a tired smile, moving her dirt streaked hands back over her stomach, clasping them together once more, as if physically holding herself in and against the earth beneath them.

"To a Mandalorian, everything is handled in song- The Manda is everything we are; past, present, and future. It's this collective of all of our brothers and sisters, the songs of the lives they've lived. I can't be me without mentioning them, and the songs they wove into this life-"

Offering a sheepish smile, Sabine dares a look back at Shin. Their gaze is cast towards the moons in thought, their gloveless fingers twirling the padawan braid in a self stimulating movement, the ball of their gemstone sliding between the lightsaber calloused pads of her fingertips.

They seemed to be deep in thought, so Sabine let her words fade into the calming silence. From the tower, she could faintly hear Ezra, fumbling as he tried to navigate their home in its new state, with the most naggy occupant in the form of a territorial Loth-cat.

When peace and good company had finally begun to lull Sabine into a near sleep-like tranquility, accent thick in thoughtful words. "The force is like that too," They were contemplative, head held up in one hand, while the other traced a line of smell pebbles hidden in the grass.

"Singing?"

"Ah... Perhaps," Shin's nose crinkled. "I do not hear the music you are referring to, but-" The wolf sat up, legs crossing beneath them and hands dropping to the dirt caught in her greaves. "I can hear the stories." When Sabine's gaze flickered back to them, she found the pebbles, suspended in the air above their palms.

"Not the echoes in the force, more..." A slow exhale, the furrowing of their brows, and a tingle of anxiety as it melted into the cosmos around them. "Your music, your manda; that is the force, for me... My Master taught that everything was the will of The Force, like the Jedi; that we are conduits of the force and executors of its will... and the force has to have wants based on experience, right?"

A smile flickered on Sabine's lips as she watched the pebbles raise higher, the stars reflecting in their eyes as they followed the bottommost stone. Even after everything, Shin never did get talking much; Sabine learned long ago to take every moment their passion and drive for understanding was allowed to surface.

"The Force is written by the lives of all, these stones were once boulders, and in the Force, their pieces can be found; they never stop Being. They will always have a story, even when we cannot see them anymore."

"Funny, Jedi and Mandalorians have a long history of fighting over things like this, when they're so similar," Sabine shook her head as she finally sat up, brushing grass out of her hair.

The pitter-patter of soft paws in the grass tickled her ears, though before Sabine's head could turn, Nix was already making his way to clamber into Shin's open lap. "Little beast," They greeted with a sigh, allowing their pebbles to drop into their hands, setting them down back into the dirt where they had been found.

"I always had a hard time understanding the 'Force is life' thing; But I get it, I think;"

"There is no true way to get it. However you interpret it, so long as you are acknowledging the life it has and the impact you have on it all, that's what it is." Silence fell over the two women again, Sabine allowed her body to lean, shoulder drifting until she was pressing against the smooth leather of the jacket she would never hope to get back. "Thanks for that; I think sometimes, I need the reminder of how big it all is, and how we're all significant despite the size of it."

"Well, you cannot punch it, paint it, or blow it up, so I doubt you would have understood it alone, Mandalorian,"

"Why you little-!" Sabine shoved into Shin, sending Nix hissing and darting off into the tall grass as the wolf and the moon rolled in the grass.

"Hey guys! The Noti are hungry and I think I set your kitchen on fire!" Ezra called, squinting at the plume of smoke from the upstairs door wafting into the night sky.

"Little brothers," Sabine shook her head as she came to a stop, pinned into the dirt with a near smiling wolf.

"Jedi," Shin agreed, rolling their weight off and offering a hand up to the purple haired woman; Force, Manda, whatever it was, both would be rich with the songs and the stories of Ezra Bridger, the Jedi who ignited a bowl of ice-cream.

#wolfwren #wrenwolf #sabine wren #shin hati #shin x sabine #sabine x shin #Sabine Wren x Shin hati #ezra bridger #I got a little soft #a little lost in thought #a little something #i'm soft #ficlet #star wars #drabble #no angst #Mandalorian

[yeehawbvby]

In Too Deep (Arven x GN!Reader) | Ch. 1*

Rating: Mature/Explicit | Warning: Pokémon Scarlet/Violet spoilers!

Summary: "A rough yank whips my face past Arven’s. He lets go. I yelp, feeling my body drift away from the group for a brief few milliseconds. Then, two strong hands find my sides and pull, planting me down onto the Pokémon.

…Oh no, I’m horny. I could’ve died, but instead of being mad or fearful, I’m being horny."

Author’s Note: My headcanon age for Arven is that he’s a young adult, somewhere between 20-24 years old. If this proves to be wrong in the future, please consider him to be aged up to this range! Likewise, for the sake of the continuity (i.e. Little Buddy and whatnot), you have a similarly tiny stature to the main character in Pokémon SV. For the sake of all of us, your character here is not a teenager lol, but instead roughly the same age as Arven, give or take a few years.

Thank you for understanding!! ^^ Enjoy and take care x

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Next

There’s no way I can do this. 

I’ve ridden on the back of Raidon plenty — mostly on land, but sometimes soaring from high cliffs, and other times skiing on water. I trust this Pokémon with my life. 

But this? This is way too high of a jump. There’s no way it’ll work. 

I hear the bustle of my friends a dozen or so feet from beside me, climbing onto the motolizard in preparation for our flight. But in a daze, I kneel at the edge of the steel chamber, dreading the next few minutes. Unable to bring myself to move.

The drop into Area Zero begins high above the clouds, and ends on uncertain ground. We don’t know what’s down there, nor do we know what types of strange Pokémon might be flying with us on our way. Pokémon we could potentially crash into. Arven is the only one who can tell us what to expect, but he’s kept it vague, not wanting to have to recount his horrible experiences down there as a kid. 

The sound of metal clunking against metal echoes through my ears. Looking up and to my right side, I see the group all ready to go, Raidon inching forward. My eyes widen with panic. 

Oh… oh god, it’s time. 

I begin to shuffle over, but the upturn of Raidon's front legs tells me I don’t have as much time as I think.

“GET ON!”

Reaching out towards Arven’s outstretched hand, I sprint to him. His smile says he’s amused, but the glint in his eye shows determination. Behind him, Nemona laughs delightfully, and behind Nemona, Penny smirks. Analyzing the situation. As if she’s calculating how high of a chance there is that if they don’t die here, I will.

Before Raidon can plummet, Arven’s and my fingertips touch. Before I can grab his hand, he bypasses my fingers and firmly grasps my wrist. My heart skips a beat at the contact.

In the next beat, I’m airborne.

My friends howl and cheer beside me. Treating the plunge like we’re dropping down a rollercoaster at fucking Super Nintendo World. I, on the other hand, am screaming bloody murder. Cursing out Arven for prompting Raidon down so early instead of waiting two goddamn seconds for me to climb on. Cursing out Arceus, too, for fabricating this situation for me in the first place.

It feels like my shoulder or my wrist — maybe both? — are about to fall out of their sockets. I want to cry and throw up and most importantly I want to grab Arven’s forearm with my other hand for feigned security, but the wind is too strong against me, and my nerves are too high to do much of anything. 

After what seems like far too long, I feel a tug at my arm. My body glides forward as my teary eyes squint through the changing air pressure. A rough yank whips my face past Arven’s. He lets go. I yelp, feeling my body drift away from the group for a brief few milliseconds. Then, two strong hands find my sides and pull, planting me down onto the Pokémon.

How did he—??!

My hands instinctively grip onto Raidon’s horns, but my chest is still anxiously heaving, while butterfrees roam freely through my stomach. 

The past few moments play on repeat in my head, mentally removing me from the present.

Arven’s calloused hand consuming my wrist. Arven demonstrating borderline superhuman strength, as he tugs all [redacted] pounds of me through the air. Arven’s large hands finding my hips and positioning me against his body; the back of my ass to the front of his groin, the outside of my short legs spread almost fully against the inside of his longer ones.

Oh no, I’m horny.

I could’ve died, but instead of being mad or fearful, I’m being horny.

I gasp as I feel a warm breath against my ear, followed by a whisper: “I’ve got you, bud.” 

Arven punctuates the end of his sentence with a quick squeeze on my hips. The softness of his voice and sensation of his lips brushing my earlobe while he holds me like this sends a shiver down my spine.

Oh good god, that did not help anything!

A chirp from Raidon breaks me from my impure thoughts and reminds me to help it steer. I take a deep breath, sit up a bit straighter, and guide us down to safety. 

We quickly determine upon landing that Area Zero is much prettier than any of us could’ve ever imagined. It’s abundant with waterfalls, creating rainbows in the distant mist. There’s an absurd amount of tera crystals, all in weird places; coating tree trunks, and seeming to sprout from the rocky edges of the crater more than from the land itself. Each beam of sunlight peeking through the thick clouds above bends to make even the smallest particles of pollen drifting through the breeze shine beautifully, as though the air itself is shimmering around us. 

And the Pokémon – oh, don’t even get me started on how cool these things are. Before we could even find our bearings, Nemona was already running off to inspect them. Scared the shit out of Arven, Penny and I, sneaking away like that, but now that we’re seeing them for ourselves, nobody can blame her.

Some are made of metal, seemingly robotic in every sense of the word, just like Raidon. Others are only rarely found up on the mainland, such as Glimmora. Nemona and I have only ever encountered one prior to today because La Primera has one on her team, while Penny and Arven didn’t know it existed. The only downside to all of the cool Pokémon here is that one of them must have spooked Raidon really badly in the past. It returned itself to its ball earlier, and now refuses to come out, so we don’t have it as a mode of transport.

By the time the four of us come across the first research facility, as per the Professor’s instructions, we decide that’s a good stopping point for the day. With the sun setting and a bed and bathroom right here for our use – albeit they’re a bit worse for wear – it seems like this is the perfect time to rejuvenate our strength for the rest of our adventure.

Once we scope out the contents of the old lab reports that are scattered around, as well as decide on which direction to head the following day, Arven makes us some sandwiches. We use the last bit of daylight to remain outdoors, so as to avoid the stuffiness of the building we’re camping inside of. 

The little bit of downtime while Arven works allows my thoughts to veer from the tasks at hand, and unfortunately, I’m right back where I was on Raidon. I’m totally spaced out. I have a stunning view of the depths of the crater right ahead of me, yet the only images in my mind consist of Arven.

Can’t stop myself from thinking of how his hands would feel on my bare sides. I’m unable to avoid fantasizing about how his lips would feel on mine, rather than merely brushing the cold tip of my ear; or of his hand easily gripping both of my wrists, holding them above me while he uses his lips elsewhere.

Saving me from myself, Nemona hops over to where I’m seated, recruiting me for dinner. Thank Arceus. 

_______________

A few hours of eating, bonding, and bantering have passed, and now everyone is winding down for bed. Penny and Nemona bickered for the cot, only to settle on sharing it. Nemona knocked out almost as soon as she hit the old, mildewy pillow (eugh), while Penny opted to pop her earbuds in and play something on her Switch until she can fall asleep. Why she’d risk bringing that thing down here is beyond me.

That just leaves Arven and I to figure out where and how to sleep.

Great.

This is fine.

Everything is fine.

He’s seated on a ready-to-break office chair, and I’m sitting near him, legs dangling off of the crescent-shaped desk…? Work station? Whatever this is. Arven and I look at each other, look at Arven’s empty sleeping bag on the ground, look at one another again, squint, and then simultaneously speak up:

“You can take my sleeping bag,” he says, while I proclaim, “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“What? No!” we – again, simultaneously – respond to one another. I deadpan him, while his brows furrow and he cocks his head at me.

“I’m not stealing your sleeping bag,” I quietly argue, not wanting to wake up Nemona or disturb Penny.

Arven rolls his eyes, then matches my tone. “It’s not stealing if I’m offering it to you. And I’m sure as hell not letting you sleep on the floor.” 

“Oh, sorry, let me rephrase. I’m not accepting your offer.”

“Alright, so neither of us will use it. Does that sound better to you?”

“Why the fuck would that sound better?!” I whisper-yell. He shrugs. I close my eyes, tilt my head back, and sigh. “I’ll see if one of my Pokémon want to offer themselves up as my pillow.” 

Arven sternly says my name. I hum inquisitively, grabbing a Pokéball from my backpack and inspecting it in my hand. I hear him sigh before he speaks up again. “We’re sharing it.”

My eyes widen and meet his. “P-pardon?” 

“My sleeping bag.” He stands up and walks over to it, then lowers himself in. “We’ll share.” Arven holds up the edge, allowing space for me to crawl in with him.

“Isn’t it a bit… uh…”

“Little? Yeah, just like you,” he quips. “Works out perfectly, if you ask me.” 

Heart ready to thump right out of my chest, I square my shoulders and look him in the eye. “...Fine!” I squeak. I hesitate before pushing off the desk, then meekly pad on over to him.

He snorts. “You’ve got the strength of a Champion, and have taken down four – technically five, if you count the lil’ sushi guy – Titan Pokémon. Pokémon that could’ve easily killed us both. What makes you so nervous about this?” he jests.

I feel my face heat up as I kneel down beside Arven. I grumble, “Shut up…” before sliding in next to him. “Should I… like…?” I ask, more to myself than to him, shuffling around to figure out which way to lay so that we can both comfortably fit. 

Seeming to have thought I was talking to him – understandably so – Arven takes matters into his own hands. 

Literally.

Oh god.

His hands meet my hips again, except this time, the tee I brought down here to sleep in rides up a little. One of his fingers presses the skin of my side, sending Gooserene-bumps across my body. Then, he flips me around and pulls the back of my body flush against him. 

“C’mere, you little...” he trails off, pretending to be annoyed.

My brain takes a few seconds to process what’s happening. When I don’t zip up the sleeping bag right away, Arven reaches over me. There’s no way I’ll survive the night like this. The zipper makes it about an inch from its starting point before I put a hand on his arm to stop him. 

“Uh, actually, I’m gonna go get some air. Head kinda hurts.” 

I shimmy out from under Arven’s arm, and step out of the sleeping bag, promptly leaving the facility before he can say much of anything. There are enough lights planted on the building to ward off any pesky nocturnal Pokémon, so I know I’ll be safe as I wrap around to the side and sit down in the grass. I lean my back on the station, take a deep breath, and look out at the view I neglected earlier. 

I’ve gotta try to clear my head before I go back in there. I can’t spend the night in constant contact with the person who’s currently the star of all my perverted desires. What happens if I have a wet dream? What happens if I verbalize any of this hypothetical dream in my sleep? 

I’m so screwed.

My fingers fidget with the grass as a stupid thought crosses my mind. 

What if I just…? Y’know…?

I stand up to peek around the corner at the front of the building, knowing nobody is around, but wanting to play it safe before I do something reeeally fucking stupid. Then I look side to side. I look up and around for cameras, making sure the Professor can’t see what I’m about to do.

Sitting back down where I was, I think I’m in the clear. If I concentrate really hard, I can get off, and then I’ll go to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and then I’ll probably be alright to get back in that tiny little sleeping bag with Arven without combusting.

Giving myself a curt nod of encouragement, I reach a nervous hand into my sleep shorts. I’m embarrassingly prepared already… all this just from being so pent up all day. I feel like a monster. A horny, insatiable monster. 

Making quick use of my fingers, I’m forced to bite my lip to stop any sounds from escaping me. I’m never noisy while I masturbate, except maybe while I’m cumming sometimes. This is so embarrassing, even if there’s nobody around to see it. 

I shake the guilty thoughts from my head, wanting to simply get the job done and return inside. I can be as distracted as I want when I’m back in my dorm in Arceus knows how long. 

For now, I need to focus. 

Eyes shut and knuckles against my mouth, my imagination runs wild with some of the dirty thoughts I had earlier as I lose myself in pleasure. It honestly helps so much to have had those ideas ready to use, rather than having to conjure up new ones… and it immerses me enough that I haven’t noticed the soft footsteps on the grass just a few meters away from me.

The only reason I stop what I’m doing is because I hear my name being spoken cautiously, as if approaching a feral Pokémon, by none other than the man I was just fantasizing about.

#there was only one bed #never thought i'd whip out that trope!! #there's a first for everything #no use of y/n #reader insert #gender neutral reader #first person pov #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #pokemon scarlet and violet spoilers #pokemon spoilers #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarvi #pokemon sv #rival arven #arven pokemon #trainer arven #arven #pokemon arven #pokemon arven x reader #arven x reader #unnamed reader #pokemon fanfiction #area zero #touch starved #touch starved reader #arven x female reader #arven x nb reader #arven x male reader

[myloversgone]

Comfort

Pairings: Dean Winchester X You

Rating: Mature. Mentions of sex. Language.

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Summary: When Dean is away, Y/N has vivid dreams about him.

A/N: Hi! I’m alive! I’m also in the middle of my final exams, I have a shitload of term papers to finish and research to do, but I had a dream last night that I couldn’t ignore. Oh, and I’m also hormonal. I wrote this on my phone in like two hours, so forgive me if it’s too shitty and enjoy!

My Masterlist

Last night, I dreamt about him. It was such a vivid dream. I could feel his skin, warm and soft against my cold one, the short hairs on the nape of his neck pricking my fingertips, the weight of his body between my legs.

I was also seeing us from above, if that makes sense. Sounds creepy, I know, but I guess that’s how dreams work. I could see every muscle of his smooth back moving under the skin as he thrusted into me. My arm was wrapped around his shoulders, as well as my legs around his waist.

I couldn't exactly see my own face since the room was mostly dark, only the streetlights through the window casted shadows on our joined bodies. But, for a minute as we moved together, I saw my expression contorted with pleasure, eyes closed and mouth open. I was feeling myself tightening around him. We were reaching our peaks.

"Open your eyes, baby", Dean told me, and I felt his hot breath on my face.

"Let me see you", he whispered right after, trying not to interrupt the silence of the night or the connection we were sharing.

I felt a knot in my throat. I wanted to cry of emotion and pleasure. I love him so fucking much it hurts sometimes. It hurts that I can't have him with me all the time, that I can't stop him from suffering, that I can't end everything that's evil in this world so he can finally be at peace.

So, I do as he says, I open my wet eyes, hoping the tears won't make him stop. I'm emotional because I feel happy I can provide him with moments of happiness and pleasure. He gives me so much, we’ve come a long way since we've met.

I can never forget the day he came to my door, years ago, when shit was about to get really ugly. We knew each other for a long time by then, and Dean always had a hard time talking about feelings.

"When I picture myself happy, is with you", he declared that day, and I could barely believe that those words were coming out of Dean Winchester's mouth. By then, he'd never told me something like that. He would show his feelings for me through gestures, touches. He would bring me food or pick me up at work, things like that.

One night, on my birthday, I got stuck working overtime, and when I got home, he was waiting for me with dinner he cooked by himself. The sex that night was amazing. It always is with him, but that was the first time I felt like we were making love. It was like one more step into our relationship.

So, a few weeks later, when he came to see me another time, I told him that I loved him. I had put a lot of thought into that, because I knew it could scare him away, but I felt it was worth the shot. I also knew he probably didn't have many people telling that to him before, and I think he needed to know he deserves to be loved for the man he is. I told him in the morning, after breakfast, when we were making out in the kitchen. His hands were already under my dress, and the words just spilled out of my mouth.

To my surprise, he looked shocked for a few seconds, but then he smiled, not only with his mouth but also with his beautiful green eyes.

"I love you too", Dean replied, and I knew he was only able to say it back because he trusted me. I hope I’m always worthy of his trust and love.

Since then, we say we love each other every time we feel like saying it. Over the phone, in texts, in person, while we're eating together. All the time.

To be honest, I fear for our future. Maybe I'm being silly, but I know we're meant to be together. I feel that every time he comes home to me. I tell him my home is his home too, but he says he can't stay. Sometimes he’s here for a week or two, but then a case comes up and he needs to leave. After Sam got back from Hell, 15 days is the longer he stays. He comes visit all the time, though, whenever he can. I've been to the bunker a few times, but I have a regular job, so I can't stay away for long.

Anyways, I cannot ask him to stop hunting and live a normal life with me, because I know he would never do that. And I don't want to lose him. I'm fine with what we have, but I wish I could take the weight off his shoulders.

I wish I could keep Dean safe. I can't, though, and it makes me cry every time he leaves.

That’s why when he's not here, I dream about him. Like last night. It's been 13 days since the last time we were together and, even though we talk every day, I miss his physical presence. Not only because he's impossibly handsome, and tall and overall perfect, and the most amazing lover, but also because he's so... comforting. Dean fills up a room, he brings me so much light, he makes my heart feel lighter. That's why I always miss him so much.

When I woke up this morning, feeling sad, frustrated, and horny, let's be honest, and I remembered that vivid dream, I immediately texted him.

Y/N: I miss you so much. I had a dream about u.

His answer was almost immediate, thankfully.

D: Hey, darlin'. I hope it was a good and naughty dream. I was just thinking 'bout u.

Y/N: It was kinda naughty, yeah :) it's been so long. How are u doing?

D: Wow, can't wait to hear everything about it, baby. I'm good. I'm actually on my way to u. We solved a case kinda close, so I'm heading there. Sammy's driving, don't worry. I'll be there in like two hours.

Y/N: Can't wait to see u! I'm gonna wait for u guys with lunch. Love you <3

D: I love you too. See u in a bit ;-*

We had lunch and Sam left a few minutes ago, and we're already all over each other. Dean's on top of me, between my legs on the couch, and the feeling is the exact same as it was in my dream. Even his smell is the same.

He's shirtless and I'm running my hands all over his broad shoulders while he’s kissing my neck and chest.

"So, when are you telling me about that dream of yours, huh?", he asks, interrupting my thoughts.

I laugh at his timing. "We're about to make it become true, De", I answer, planning on making the most of our time together.

Until he leaves and I dream about him again.

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