#this set did not take that long at all once i stopped getting distracted. gawd

[yangjeongin]

220926 | HYUNJIN VLIVE

#hwang hyunjin #stray kids #bystay #createskz #staysource #malegroupsnet #hyunjin #*gif #*ccarly #*hyunjin #*carly:hyunjin #this set did not take that long at all once i stopped getting distracted. gawd #anyway all the stuff that looks weird on this is from the og video not my coloring haha of course not #i love him so dearly...

[yuthoe]

Time (MONSTA X: Chae Hyungwon)

a few things:

1. yes i'm a monbebe now too and i fully blame fatal love era hyungwon for it. he has my multistan ass whipped

2. THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I'VE EVER WRITTEN FOR THIS BLOG HOLY GAWD

3. i'm back to going to the office everyday for work, so we're back to infrequent posting lmao

ok so. i've wanted to write a vampire fic for so long now (the previous/first one i wrote was back in 1st year high school and despite my massive vampire kink i didn't attempt to make any other vamp related stories haha), and when i saw hyungwon in that red suit with the long hair and the eyebags and the turtleneck i just kinda went feral. this thing took me like, almost a month to write; it's been hard to cook up writing brain juice between work and trying to be healthy and keeping up with the pan de manila.

i fully intended for this to be like, sexy suggestive and leading to something more for the ending, but like. it turned out soft. somehow. the premise was perfect, but somehow my brain was like, "no make it soft" and we have whatever this is.

this is unedited bc i wrote it half-asleep and wanted to get it out there

PAIRING: Chae Hyungwon x reader. GENRE: vampire!AU, some fluff, modern fantasy. WARNINGS: vampire-typical injuries—biting, blood—some very mild sexual themes. WORD COUNT: 3,589 (holy shit).

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The entryway is lit by the two dim overhead lights, casting an orange tint to the concrete floor. You take care to slip your shoes on quietly, not wanting to accidentally wake the slumbering man in the other room; he just got home a few hours ago and you didn’t want to cut his sleep short, remembering how he slowly slipped under the covers with you, winding an arm around your midsection and releasing a heavy breath before passing out.

So with a glance at your watch—the one he got you for your birthday a few years back, the one you’ve worn almost everywhere since—you grab your work bag and try to slip off the chain lock with as little sound as possible.

“Are you leaving for work?”

You flinch at his voice, huskier now with remnants of sleep. Hyungwon has a thing about soundlessly walking into places and surprising you by suddenly speaking. Your face scrunches at your failed attempt to slip out unnoticed, and a loud sigh escapes your lips as you turn to face him.

“How long have you been awake?” you ask, stepping right to the elevated wooden floor that separates the entryway to the living area. Hyungwon is wearing a white shirt that completely swallows his slender frame and loose pajama pants. You cup his soft cheek, drag your hand to his neck, his shoulder, down his arm, until you’re intertwining your fingers.

“Pretty much since you left the bed,” he mumbles, taking his other hand and wrapping it around you, pulling you to his chest. You feel him rest his face on the top of your head and breathe in your scent.

“Aw,” you reply quietly, smoothing a hand down his back. “And I thought I was being super quiet this time.”

There’s comfortable silence as Hyungwon basks in your warmth and you can swear he’s close to falling asleep where he stands. You think there’s no other place you’d want to be right now, but unfortunately, you need to work and he needs to sleep.

You let go of the strap on your bag and tap his side gently. “I have to go,” you murmur.

Hyungwon groans, lowers his head and tilts it to the side to whisper directly into your ear. “Do you really have to? Because there’s something more important you need to do here.” He noses at your temple, his cold breath fanning against your ear.

“Oh? And what is that?” It’s too early in the day for goosebumps, and the faster you force him back to bed, the better your chances of resisting the sweet pull of his voice.

“Mmm…,” he groans again, and you feel his smile as he kisses your ear. “Sleep.”

You snort, pulling away with a soft smile, free hand coming to cup his face. You pass your thumb over his cheekbone and watch as he melts at your touch, dark bangs falling over his closed eyes. “I’ll be home early today, love,” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his plump lips.

Hyungwon’s eyes open unhurried, and he leans down to return the peck, lips moving slow against yours like honey. “Hurry back,” he mumbles against your lips.

***

A quiet sigh leaves his lips as Hyungwon toes off his shoes, leaving them at their designated space at the entrance. He hangs his bag and coat on the hooks before silently walking through the apartment to the bathroom, eager to scrub himself clean of the aggravating scents and grime of the club.

Hyungwon loves his job, he does. The people he interacts with there, though? Still up for debate.

The hot, almost scalding water seeps into his skin, warming him up from the outside. He’s used to the cold, he himself being below the normal human temperature for nearly a century now. The droplets sting a little, but it’s the pain that grounds Hyungwon to reality, a sort of proof of life in his years of floating along the endless river of time, never knowing when and where his journey would end.

There’s another pain, a burning in his throat, that reminds him well of his immortality. It assaults him every few days, and over the years has dulled from hurting so bad he nearly claws out his neck, to just being a pain in the ass that makes him cough if he doesn’t slake the thirst.

Hyungwon’s body cools rapidly when he shuts off the water, the soft April chill helping it along so that he’s mostly dry when he grabs his towel.

The bedroom is silent when he slips in, quickly dressing in the huge shirt and loose pants from yesterday, before he ducks out again to make a beeline to the kitchen, folding his tall frame into a crouch as he opens the refrigerator. There’s a space just for his blood bags in the far corner of the fridge, that he immediately scans and finds empty. Hyungwon groans and slaps a hand over his face.

Of course he forgets to stop by the blood bank tonight. He vaguely remembers taking the last bag four days ago and making a mental note to call Kihyun for his refills, but there must have been something that distracted him at the time because at present, he can’t recall contacting Kihyun about it at all, despite exchanging messages regularly.

He stands to his full height as he closes the door, leans his head against it as he mulls over his forgetfulness that never went away in all his years of living. And before he slips back into your bedroom and into the sweet realm of sleep, he rummages in his bag for his phone, texts his friend, gets a short scolding about his poor memory, and then sets a date to pick up his food.

Hyungwon quietly pads back to the bedroom and closes the door soundlessly, careful not to wake you. He slides in next to you, pulling the comforter snug against him as he rests on his elbows. He takes a few seconds to gaze at your sleeping figure, something he does every night. The random thought of coming off as creepy on the off chance you wake up runs through his head, but at the same time he thinks he wouldn’t mind if you catch him watching you sleep.

You know Hyungwon loves you, and he’s told you before that you’re one of his anchors to his hold on humanity. Never once in your two-year relationship did you take his vulnerability for granted, and he’s (quite literally) eternally grateful for your kindness and love.

He settles in on his side, and his shuffling has got you adjusting to his shape under the covers. Hyungwon feels you turn to face him and reach for his arm. You groan small, pull at his slender limb to wrap it around you, and he just lets you move him the way you want, an amused smile on his face. His other arm slides beneath your neck, and you nuzzle closer to him, breathing deep when you’re finally satisfied. He counts five seconds before your breaths even out in slumber.

Hyungwon presses a kiss to the crown of your head and inhales your scent, relaxed now and ready to follow you into sleep.

***

His alarm wakes him at noon, the shrill tone making him jerk and tighten his arm around the warm body in front of him, brows scrunching as he groans softly. Hyungwon stretches an arm towards the nightstand and turns off the alarm with an expert swipe of a finger. He buries his nose into your hair, not wanting to enter the land of the living yet. You respond with a hum, shifting and turning so your back is pressed against his chest.

You both try to doze off again before Hyungwon realizes two things:

One—It’s a Friday.

Two—You’re still in his arms.

“Love,” he mumbles against your hair.

You reply around five seconds later, with a simple grunt.

Hyungwon snorts a laugh, eyes still closed, but mind slowly waking with every passing second. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

Another grunt from you, this time louder and longer. You shuffle under the sheets to turn to him again, eyes persistently closed and brows knit slightly. “Took the day off,” you mumble and slither your arm under his, scooting closer to bury your face in his neck. “Wanted to spend some time with you.”

At this Hyungwon smiles, rests his cheek on your head. “So we have until tomorrow night to do whatever then.”

It’s quiet for a few moments before your head shoots up. The movement startles Hyungwon and makes his eyes pop open. Bleary eyes meet, yours equal parts confused and suspicious. “What do you mean? You took the night off, too? But it’s Friday—the club’s gonna be packed.”

He levels you with a casual shrug. “Yeah,” he says, sliding his hand up your arm that’s around him, and stopping at your neck. His large hand completely covers your neck, long fingers splaying onto your cheek and winding into your hair. “I wanted to spend time with you, too.” He clears his throat. “I’ve missed you.” Hyungwon can feel the steady pulse under your skin and he clears his throat again.

You smile, lean down to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

And another one.

And another.

And you would have rained more kisses on him had he not started coughing and turned his head away. The ache in Hyungwon’s throat wasn’t that bad when he was asleep, but now that he’s awake, it’s irritating to the point of annoyance. He knows the thirst is his fault, but damn, would it kill him if he could have a peaceful morning (noon) with you before his body complains about being hungry?

He feels a hand smoothing down his back as the coughing goes down. He takes shaky breaths as he sits up and leans on the headboard. After a big exhale from him, you say, “Are you okay?”

Hyungwon looks at you and smiles tightly. “I’m fine. Just a bit hungry.” He sits up, only to scoot closer to you and wind an arm around your back. He rests his forehead on your shoulder as he talks, voice low and scratchy. “Ran out of my supply and I forgot to call Kihyun about it, and it’s been a few days since I had a drink. And it’ll be a couple more days before I can stop by the blood bank for my refills.” A cough.

Your arms are around his wiry frame, fingers running up and down his spine and making him drowsy. He’s still tired and sleepy, but the thirst is keeping him awake.

“Do you want a drink?” you ask quietly. “From me?”

Hyungwon stills, a shiver running down his spine. It’s not all the time he gets to drink from you; in fact, he makes it a point to not do it because he doesn’t want to scare you off. You’ve been living together for six months, known each other for years before that, but he still worries, silently waiting for the day you decide that being with a vampire isn’t worth it after all.

“No, it’s fine,” he says. “I’m fine.” He pushes down the cough building in his throat.

You card your fingers through his long hair. “I know you try not to, but I’m okay with it. You sound like you’re really hurting.” You rest your head against his. “We’ve done it before, and it didn’t really hurt. And I trust you, Hyungwon.”

Hyungwon is tired. Is sleepy. The thirst isn’t all that bad, but the coughing is aggravating his already dry throat. He hasn’t gotten a sip of blood in five days and nothing else could quench this particular thirst quite as well.

A small cough. “Are you sure?”

Your head is still resting on his and he feels you nod. “Yeah. Besides, I…” You clear your throat before speaking. “I like it when you drink from me.”

The vampire freezes, not quite knowing what to do with this newly revealed information. He’s not sure if what he feels right now is mild lust or genuine surprise. In the (very) rare times he drinks from you he thought he saw a twinkle of anticipation in your eyes, like you’ve been craving it, too. He thinks maybe his view of himself is clouding whatever opinion you have of him, bad and good alike.

Hyungwon’s lips purse, trying to keep himself from laughing because he can tell you’re serious about this, just as worried about him as you are excited about the prospect of being bitten; it’s still a bit unbelievable. He finally raises his head and looks square at you.

“You’re really okay with this?” he asks again. “You really want me to drink from you?” He crosses his legs under the blankets and pulls you with the arm still around your back.

Sometimes you forget Hyungwon is so strong—he doesn’t make his strength known to you, unless you both need it a little rough in bed. Now, he practically lifts you onto his lap, emboldened by your declaration. You straddle him, sitting snugly with both his arms around you; your hands naturally find themselves on his broad shoulders.

“Mhm,” you simply say, nodding your head. Adrenaline is running through your veins, and you’re sure Hyungwon can clearly hear how loud and fast your heart is beating right now.

It also seems like he can read your mind because he takes one of his hands and rests it softly against your chest, right over your heart.

You see him swallow. “Your heart is beating so fast,” he says, dragging his hand up to your neck, fingers soft on your skin, and you shiver. “Your pulse is racing.” Hyungwon is looking at you like you’re a meal he can’t wait to devour. “You’re really excited about this, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you say, even though you don’t really know if what you’re feeling is excitement or embarrassment or lust of fear. You can’t recall any of the previous times he fed from you being this tense—it was always out of desperation and pain that he reached out to you for this, and despite this moment being along the same lines, it’s… very different.

The loose collar of your sweater—one of his you pilfered long ago—is pulled to the side, and you shiver again as his fingertip brushes against your skin. Goosebumps raise on your arms as Hyungwon trails that single finger over your collarbone, up your neck again, to cup your chin and pull you in for a kiss.

His lips are gentle, but you can feel he’s holding back, trying to take it slow in case you change your mind. When you respond and bite his lip, he growls and pulls you by the back of the head to kiss you deeper. The arm around your back tightens, and you feel his fingers tangle in your hair as he angles your head the way he wants.

Tiny moans spill from your lips as Hyungwon’s tongue explores your mouth. When he pulls away, your sight is flooded with his red irises, gold specks swimming in the pool of his eyes that almost glow in the dark room. So chillingly beautiful.

You’re breathing hard, unable to look away from Hyungwon’s captivating gaze. A thought passes through: No wonder humans just fall at their feet—who could look away from such a mesmerizing sight?

“Last chance,” he mutters, wetting his plump bottom lip, his scarlet eyes fixed on your neck. “You really want this?”

You card your fingers through his head and tilt his face up, dropping a kiss to his closed eyes, his nose, his pretty lips. You cup his cheek and give him a small smile. “Do it.”

Hyungwon takes a deep breath and kisses your cheek, trails his lips to nip your earlobe, and then lower… He goes slow, building up your anticipation, getting your heart rate up with every kiss and nip and suck.

He laves his tongue over a spot on your neck, and you let out a sigh, relaxing in Hyungwon’s firm hold. The hand still tangled in your hair guides you, tilting your head to the side. He noses at your neck and gives you a final soft kiss, before he draws his fangs and punctures your jugular.

You squeak in pain; the bite stings, but it goes away as fast as it came. You feel Hyungwon draw back his fangs and begin to suck, dragging his tongue over the wounds, and groaning low in his throat at the sweet taste of you.

It occurs to him how much he misses feeding from you. Because of the rarity of these occasions, your blood becomes a treat to him, a sort of delicacy that he deliberately denies himself of. It didn’t take him too long after that first taste of you long ago, to realize that your blood is dangerously addicting.

Hyungwon focuses on drinking your blood, drinking in the small moans you make as he marks your soft skin. He feels your restless hands clawing at his back, the other winding through his long hair—pulling him close or pushing him away, you don’t know.

Your senses are heightened and dulled; you’re acutely aware of every miniscule movement of Hyungwon’s lips on your neck, but the rest of your body feels like it’s floating. He groans against your skin and the vibrations send a jolt of lightning up your spine and you whimper.

Hyungwon immediately pulls back, worried he hurt you. His mouth is stained red. “Are you okay?”

You’re nodding before he finishes, cupping his cheek with a hand. “I’m fine, Hyungwon.” You give him a small smile as he melts into your hand, one of his coming up to keep it there. “Did you want more?”

He shakes his head. “I’m feeling better now. Thank you, love.” He exhales, and you think he does look better than earlier—his skin is brighter, the bags under his eyes are gone, and he’s even breathing more easily. “Let me go clean you up,” he says, and lifts you gently off him, setting you down on the soft comforter just in front of him. He pats your knee before getting up and padding to the bathroom.

You gaze at him as he leaves, the sight of his model-like figure waddling like a penguin amusing. Hyungwon stops at the door and turns to you, smiling at you softly.

He returns a minute later, warm damp washcloth in hand, mouth clean and eyes a lovely brown. He sits at the edge of the bed and cleans your neck with gentle swipes. The bleeding has stopped and the wound is closed, but the surrounding skin is blooming with black and purple bruises. Hyungwon clicks his tongue. “I’m sorry, love. The bite’s gonna leave a mark.”

You carefully tap the wounds, smoothing fingertips over the raised marks. They sting a bit, but it feels more like the soreness after getting a vaccine shot than anything. “It’s okay, love. They’ll heal over the weekend.” You catch his lips in a soft kiss. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

He sets the bloody rag on the nightstand and moves closer to you, kissing you back, cradling your neck for support as he coaxes you to lie on the bed. You smile through the kiss, giggle as you wind your arms around his neck.

“Thank you,” he mumbles against your lips. “You looked so beautiful earlier… Thank you for letting me do that.”

You hum. “Anytime, you need, babe. I enjoyed it.”

Hyungwon is propped above you, a thigh slotted between yours. Lazy, slow kisses against the soft sheets seems like the perfect activity for the rest of the day. But you have other plans.

“I gotta admit, though,” you said, brushing his long bangs from his eyes. “That was… kinda hot.” You try to fight a smile, embarrassed at the admission, despite the compromising position you were in just minutes before.

Hyungwon chuckles, ducks his head to press a soft kiss to the puncture marks, the underside of your jaw, your earlobe. “I didn’t expect you to be so into it,” he whispers, his baritone voice seeping into your bones and making you shudder.

You laugh loud at that. “Well, my boyfriend is a hot vampire, what did you think was gonna happen?”

Hyungwon laughs with you, rests his forehead on yours and kisses you again. He buries his face into your neck, the unmarked side, and snakes his arms around your back and rolls you to your sides.

Fingers trace mindless shapes on his back, play with his long hair that’s tangled from your restless hands earlier, relax in the quiet of the afternoon. Your heads are at the foot of the bed, legs tangled together. From the top of Hyungwon’s head, you can just barely see the sun peeking through a slit between the dark curtains, but all you want to do is sleep.

You’re close to dozing off when Hyungwon suddenly speaks. Three words. Your favorite.

“I love you.” He squeezes you slightly and breathes in your scent.

You smile and reply, “I love you, too.”

The world outside your window keeps turning; the weather looks nice today. But you’re not stepping out, not when your whole world is right here, snuggled in your arms.

#kdiarynet #monsta x #monsta x hyungwon #chae hyungwon #monsta x hyungwon scenario #hyungwon scenario #hyungwon scenarios #hyugnwon imagine #fic: mine #fic: hyungwon #fic: not spicy #but it's mildly #monsta x smut #just putting that tag there just in caseee #BABY IS FINALLY DONE #i hope yall like it

[hyperpsychomaniac]

Who Says You Can't Go Home - Chapter 1

Darkwing Duck (90s series) fanfiction

Sequel to my recent fanfic The Other Side of Me

Summary: Down on his luck, the Negaverse Launchpad crashes at Launchpad’s parents looking for help. Launchpad, who has avoided visiting his family since he started working with Darkwing, returns in a panic to ensure his double isn’t causing trouble. And then it gets awkward.

***

The landing gear snapped off on impact. The aeroplane skidded across the wet earth, its momentum fast eaten by the mud that sucked at its belly, and lurched to rest. Launchpad pushed himself upright in the cockpit, weight on one arm, the other clutched tightly across his chest. He got a leg over the cockpit, then tumbled out and over the crumpled wing and slammed into the mud.

“Gawd damn it!” Launchpad sucked in a breath as pain shot through his arm. He’d broken bones before. But he was soaked through and exhausted. He could not stop trembling in the cold.

His remaining energy was draining fast, but he forced himself to raise his head. In the house barely fifty feet away, a light flickered on. Its residents could not have missed the fated flight of the aeroplane right above their very heads, nor the subsequent crash. Launchpad could only hope they were the same as those in his world had been. That in this world, they were still here. That they would even care. He dragged himself upright, still cradling his arm, and stumbled towards the front porch.

The front door opened, and a broad-shouldered man stepped out into the night. He held a shot gun, but it swung lazily down by his side. “Hey, what’s going on! Are you alright out there?”

A smaller woman stepped out beside him. She squinted into the darkness, then gasped faintly. She squeezed her husband’s shoulder. “Rip…”

He left the gun right there on the porch and rushed over. His wife beat him there. She reached up and grasped Launchpad’s shoulders, looked into his eyes. “Sweetheart, what have you done to yourself?”

Launchpad saw the realisation dawn on her face even as he shook his head. “I’m not your son. But I know him. He’s a friend of mine, and… I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” His knees buckled. The man who was not his father lunged forward. Launchpad felt his arms around him, taking his weight, as he sunk to the ground and the world blackened.

***

“Launchpad!” Gosalyn’s voice carried into the kitchen. “Your Mom is on the phone!”

Launchpad dropped his spoon into his cereal with a splash, put his face into his hands, and groaned loudly.

Across the other side of the kitchen table, Drake scoffed. “Seriously, LP? This is getting ridiculous. Go and talk to your mother.”

“She called like last week!” Launchpad shot back, face still in his hands.

“Last week? More like three weeks ago.” Drake pointed out. “You know, I didn’t always get on with my parents either. But if I had the chance to talk to them again…”

“The whole DW thing doesn’t exactly make it easy.” He’d tried to explain it to Drake before.

“Launchpad!”

Looked like he wouldn’t get the chance to now either. Launchpad pushed his cereal away with a huff and headed out to the phone. It could be worse. It could be his father. Gosalyn eagerly held out the receiver. The second Launchpad took it she bolted for the kitchen. “Hi, Mom.”

“Sweetheart! I’m so glad I got you.”

Launchpad smiled faintly. Despite the frustration talking to his parents always seemed to cause him, it was good to hear her voice again. With any luck, he’d get this over with before Drake got apprehensive about whatever secrets he thought his sidekick was giving away. His mother could be awkward, and with DW trying to listen in half the time, however justifiable his reasons, it only made the whole thing worse.

“Gosalyn, no!” Drake’s voice came from the kitchen. “You are not eating chocolate for breakfast!”

“But it’s cereal. Why do we even have it if we can’t eat it for breakfast?”

“Launchpad bought it. Put it back!”

Well, at least Gosalyn was distracting him. He might get to have a private conversation for once.

On the other end of the line, his mother chuckled. “Is that your boyfriend and his daughter?”

Launchpad flushed. “Mom! I told you; he’s my housemate. I’m just helping him out with his kid, and…” Numerous other activities DW would literally kill him for if he told his family about. “Stuff.”

“Okay,” said his mother, though she sounded thoroughly unconvinced. “How’s your job flying going? Was it private or commercial again?” She was fishing. Because, obviously, he’d told her nothing about the Thunderquack.

“Private,” he said tersely.

Back when he’d been working for Mr McDee, even though they hadn’t spoken often on the phone, when his mother called, she would always ask him about the planes. Working for a billionaire? Not a problem. They didn’t give a damn who you told about their assets. There were always new planes, and Launchpad had been unable to stop himself spilling everything. How high they were rated to fly, how far, the engine, make and model… And then his mother could tell him, right off the bat, every detail of the history of that engine, not missing, of course, any women who’d been involved in its manufacture.

Not for the first time, all Launchpad wanted to do was scream into the phone: “Mom, I designed and built a plane. It’s called the Thunderquack. It’s got complex electronics and everything. And it didn’t even matter that half my teachers to told me I had to be smart to make something like that!

“Was there a reason you called?” Launchpad forced himself to say instead.

There was a pause. Launchpad felt the energy drain from the conversation like fuel from a punctured tank. “I wanted to talk to you about you coming to visit.”

Launchpad stiffened. “I told you and Dad, I’m pretty busy.”

“I know, Launchpad. And I didn’t intend to bug you again so soon.”

Launchpad sagged back against the wall and closed his eyes. “You’re not bugging me, Mom.”

“It’s just that circumstances have changed. A friend of yours came to visit. I think he might need your help. And, well, he’s a little rough around the edges. Your father and I would be far more comfortable if you were here as well.”

Launchpad frowned. “A friend? Who?”

His mother paused for a long moment. “Well, that’s one of the things that’s making us a little uncomfortable. He tried to explain it to us, but… Launchpad, it’s… Launchpad.”

***

“I told him to stay away from Saint Canard!” Launchpad pelted a jacket across the room to join the steadily building pile of clothes atop the duffle bag that lay open on his bed. “You don’t think he would’ve realised I meant other places with people I care about too?”

Drake stood in Launchpad’s doorway, out of the firing line of various items of clothing. “He is you, LP. He may have missed that nuance. How many scarves do you need anyway?”

Launchpad held off hurling what was either the fourth or fifth scarf across the room, and fixed Drake with a glare.

It didn’t deter Drake in the slightest. “You chose to let him go. Behind my back. You knew you had to take responsibility for that choice.”

“Why do you think I’m packing?” Launchpad yanked on his duffle bag until the pile of clothes jostled inside. He wrestled with the zip. “I know he’s not going to hurt them on purpose or anything. But, you’re right, he’s my responsibility. I should be dealing with him, not my parents. I’m not surprised he’s done something to make them uncomfortable.”

“He makes me uncomfortable. He set you entire hanger alight, LP. I get he has issues. But, yeah, a rough as guts clone of their son rocking up on their doorstep? Your poor parents.”

“Come on. I feel bad enough already.” The zip finally cooperated.

“So, I guess we’d better finish packing and get on the road before he causes your family any trouble.”

“We?”

Drake’s gaze lowered to Launchpad’s bedroom floor. “I didn’t have your back last time he was here. If you want back up, either facing your parents or your double, Gos and I are more than happy to tag along.”

Launchpad swallowed. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

“How long will it take to drive to your parents?”

“Too long. I thought we could take the Thunderquack. It’d be quicker. And it might be a good idea to have it on hand.”

It wasn’t like Launchpad hadn’t seen it coming. Drake’s eyes widened, and his paranoia ratcheted up a couple notches. “No way, LP! How are you going to explain arriving at your folks’ place in the Thunderquack? Without giving away Darkwing’s secret identity.”

Launchpad rolled his eyes. “Look, if we have to arrive in the car, I’ve got an idea. Though I’m not sure your car insurance company would like it very much.”

***

Negaduck surveyed the dark streets of Saint Canard. He rubbed his hands together with glee. “Now what havoc can I cause in this peaceful city tonight? Burn down an orphanage? Nah. Oh, an old folks’ home? Hmm.” He sat on the edge of the building’s roof and pondered.

He was in no rush. Ever since Gosalyn had left home he’d had no reason to return at any given time. She had no idea how good she’d had it; how many exceptions he’d made for her. Why did he think he lumped all her punishments on Launchpad? She was his daughter after all. His. And she had no right to leave him. At least now he didn’t have to worry he’d return home to find she’d tried to make him something pretty. He didn’t know where she’d even picked up ideas like that. Now, he was unencumbered. His own man again. Free from his ungrateful daughter.

And that idiot Launchpad. Negaduck’s lip curled up in a sneer. He’d been useless at keeping his daughter in line in his absence, and useless at digging up her whereabouts when she’d run away. It hadn’t mattered how much ‘incentive’ Negaduck had given him. He’d failed to find her. And still come crawling back, half dead with exhaustion. At least he took Negaduck’s orders seriously, if too literally. ‘Don’t rest until you find her!’ had turned out hilariously. But after he’d failed, Negaduck should never have let him back in the house. In his daughter’s absence, the other man’s presence had been nothing but a nuisance. Taunting and overworking him hadn’t made it any more bearable. Oh yeah. It had been a stroke of genius getting rid of him in the barely functioning portal.

But what would occupy him tonight? The thought of tormenting his deceased minion had made him nostalgic. Negaduck needed to mess with somebody. And not just any random Saint Canardian.

A glint of light weaving among the buildings caught his eye. The Thunderquack. It headed out towards the bay, Duckberg, and then further inland. Swinging beneath its belly was a very strange cargo.

“Now where would that dingus do-gooder Darkwing Dark be carting an entire car?” Not some fancy over-the-top superhero gadget laden vehicle either, but a regular blue sedan.

Negaduck rubbed at his beak, and considered his own life in suburbia, back in the Negaverse. He would never drive something so lame, but Darkwing’s alter ego just might. He had never considered harassing Darkwing Duck in his normal life. More than often, it was Darkwing messing with him and spoiling his fun. Negaduck had no reason to seek him out more than necessary.

Negaduck chuckled. “This may be just what I need to get back on top of my game. Guess it’s time for a ROAD TRIP!” He threw his head back and cackled into the night air.

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Chapter 2

#launchpad #launchpad mcquack #negalaunchpad #nega launchpad #darkwing duck #darkwing #dwd #dwd91 #gosalyn #negaduck #disney ducks #darkwing fanfiction #darkwing fanic #darkwing duck fanfiction #darkwing duck fanfic

[mugiwara-no-angel143]

Drowning

Kirishima x reader

Warnings: death , that should be all, I’m sorry I missed anything. 

Italics - memories

I'm really nervous about this, it’s been 2 years since I've written anything and I heard “Drowning” - Chris Young and this was done. 

Tags: @aurorahoneybuns

Beep

“Hi this is y/n , leave a message and I’ll get back to you … eeek Elij! I’m trying to do my message … you took too long and I want to cuddle …. beep beep beep ….

Kirishima has you pulled over his shoulder taking you into the bedroom, your phone long forgotten  as  you giggled and wiggled your way down to set your legs around his waist. He pulled you into a passionate kiss.

Kirishima had his phone to ear, tears rolling down his face as he listened to your voice remembering the events that took place that night. He couldn’t believe you kept the message but he loved that you did.

“Kiri baby, I need to go get the ingredients for dinner.”  You called as you got ready to leave.

“Hold up, I’ll come with you.” He was getting ready when his phone chimes indicating a text. He looked at the phone and then as you.

“Duty calls?”

“Yea, they need my help.”  He frowned.

“Mmmm my hero ,” you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, “I’m so proud of you baby.”  And he smiles as you said your goodbyes.

He heard a knock at the door and grunted as he fumbled past the door to head to his bedroom.

He heard the door getting kicked in.

“Oi! I know you heard me knocking. “ Bakugo yelled as he walked into the apartment, he made his way through his friend’s place, as he found him on the floor of his room with pictures of you and him scattered everywhere.

Kirishima was smiling at one of his favorite pictures of the two of you. It was one from high school, lunch with the group as you were laughing at something he said with your nose scrunched up and your beautiful (e/c) eyes closed and he was looking at you and it was as if no one else was there at that moment but you to him.

“She looks so beautiful here, you know this was the day I fell in love with her , her laughter, I knew I wanted to be the one to make her laugh like that for the rest of my life.” His tears fell onto the picture as he wiped his eyes.

Bakugo sat next to his friend and sighed, rubbing his back. “Kiri, this isn’t healthy , we need to get out of here, get you some fresh air.” Bakugo could be a loud mouthed jerk at times but he knew his friend needed him.

“Nah, I ….  I’m just gonna lay down and sleep.” He knew when he closed his eyes you would be there holding him.

“Nope, get up! Do you want me to take you to her? Maybe talking to her will help.” His friend held out his hand and Kiri took it, letting him help him up to his feet.

“ come on”

“Oi shitty hair , so did you do it?”

“No, not yet ,” he said as he took the little velvet box that held a princess cut white gold ring that had a beautiful ruby in the middle of it. He was smiling from ear to ear with his toothy grin. “ Tonight, it’s our 2 year anniversary, she is getting dinner and I have to be here.” He frowned.

“Oi, once we help arrest these jackasses you can leave and i’ll take care of everything else at the agency.”

“You’d really do  that for me? I always knew under that hot tempered persona was a teddy bear.”

“*tsk* don’t make me regret this.” Bakugo chuckled. He could be a jerk to everyone he came across but when it came to his best friend, he owed him alot. “ She’s pretty cool, even for a quirkless extra.”

Kirishima just smiled that big toothy grin at his friend “ She’s not an extra, she’s so manly.”

The car ride seemed to take forever, tree after tree, building after building, it was an endless montage of leaves and roofs. Kirishma sighed and he placed his head against the cool glass of the window. Leaves littered the streets.

“Let’s see, that should be everything i need.” you looked into the cart pointing off items hoping you didn’t forget anything. Once you were satisfied with what you had you went to check out. As you walked outside you heard a loud noise. You dropped your bag of food.

You saw the scene in front of you, people running , screaming and crying. You make out two villains are the cause of the scene: one sticks around and the other leaves to lead the heroes away.   They are powerful. You hear a faint cry.

“Ma-mama … “ the little boy is scared , he’s using his water quirk to try and quiet the flames around him, standing in the middle of the street.

“Well, what do we have here.” One of the monsters smirks at the child and he freezes. He couldn’t move his legs to get away. You weren’t sure if it was from the villain or because he was frightened. You watch as the man stalked up to the child and you couldn’t just not do anything. You ran from your spot in front of the store and covered him in your warm embrace.

“Hi sweetheart.” You coo trying to distract him, to get him to move. You look behind your shoulder and see his face, scars distorting his face. You see him smirk at you.

“Oh! Do I have a hero here hmm? I fuckin hate heroes. “ he spilts as his face transforms to disgust.

“Sweetheart, when I count to three I’m going to need you to run as fast as you can. Ok? Can you do that?”

He looks up at you and nods and you smile. “I have a friend whose name is Kirishima and you know what he’d say? You are so manly for being so brave.” You look again and the man is approaching fast. You take a deep breath when he emits electricity from his hands.

You turn to face the man and say “ don’t look back sweetie. THREE!”

The boy runs as fast as his legs can.

The car stops and Kirishima sighs and brings his hands to his face. “I can’t Bakugo. I don’t want to let her go yet.”

“I know buddy, but I think you need this. Take your time, We can stay right here til you’re ready.”

“Oi! Shitty hair! There’s something going on in the city, some bastards tearing up the place. We gotta go!”

“Wait … y/n’s in the city. Getting groceries! Baku …”

“Let’s go call her on the way, we're not far. “

“Bro she’s not answering!”

The scene in front of them was a disaster. How they were able to do this much damage in a short amount of time was beyond them.

“Do you see anything Kiri?”

“I see one by the store! There!” He points. “Someone else is down there.”

30 minutes pass and Kirishima finally gets out of the car , he take a deep breath in and looks at Bakugou who’s now standing next to him.

“Want me to come with you?” He asks.

“Thank you bro, but i think I need to do this myself.” He gave him a weak smile. His first attempt in 2 weeks.

You turn running to the other side of the street distracting the villain from the boy. He raises his hands and electric ropes fly to you, wrapping around your body and neck, small waves of electricity run through you and your neck begins to close. You gasp for air, he’s slowly stopping the air from filling your lungs.  Heroes that were helping secure civilians realize what had quickly conspired. Running towards you and the villain to try to help.

“Let her go!” You hear a familiar voice and you turn looking at your boyfriend’s face and you mouth an I'm sorry. You go limp in front of him. You boyfriend chased in with no regard to his safety; he knew he needed to get to you. Kirishima heard cracking behind him as he hardened and Bakugo let his explosions go off unhinged seeing the scene in front of him. You. His best friend's girlfriend. No this wasn’t happening right now he thought. He has a ring to give her. And his screams were heard within the vicinity and you fell into your boyfriend's arms.

“Baby, baby. It’s going to be ok. I got you now.” He sees the cut in your stomach. The rope from the man torn into you before wrapping abound you. You bring your hand to his face.

“Baby? Is the boy ok?”

“What boy? Sweetheart? Who?” He’s staring into your eyes and he realizes what you had done.

“Make sure he finds his mom ok.” Kirishima is putting pressure on the cut.

“Someone help! I need medical!l”

“Ei, I’m cold.” You curl further into him. “I love you baby, I’m sorry dinner is going to be late today.”

“Gawd princess, don’t worry about dinner, I’m going to get you out of here and I’ll make dinner when I can get you back home ok?” He can’t see from the blur in his eyes and tear steam his dirt covered face.

“Oi! How is she? I got a recovery girl and the medics are almost here.” He runs up and looks down at the scene in front of him and he knows. Bakugo punches the piece of building that fell next to them and with an explosive punch he yells into heaven , pissed they didn’t get here on time.

Kirishima makes it to your headstone, placing his hand to it and he begins to cry. “Why couldn’t it have been me? Why did you have to be so selfless?” He asks, pulling out the little velvet box, opens it and places it on top of the stone. “Supposed to love you til I died, princess. I miss you everyday, it comes in waves and today baby girl, I’m drowning.” 

He sat on the grass covered earth pulling out a hand drawn picture. “I met someone a couple of days ago. He drew you something.” He smiled at the drawing “he said you talked about me and how you helped him be brave”,  he smiled his big toothy grin that hadn’t graced his face since that day. In the picture there was a rubble lined street and it was you with your arms wrapped around a small child with angel wings attached to your back, written on it “MY HERO”

You didn’t have a quirk, you couldn’t stop the villain, your boyfriend’s manly spirit flowed through you and you distracted one bad guy and made sure he didn’t hurt anyone else.

#kirishima ejirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #my poor Kiri

[lastmtfhrtupdate]

Purpose of this is to explain why I won’t be sharing my personal mtf hrt updates Anymore. Also to share my personal experience with this process publicly in as much detail as I am comfortable with.

It has gotten really complex for multiple reasons.

disclaimer: this is my personal experience. I am changing my prescription, I may eventually stop and adopt alternative methods.

First the reason I begun male-to-female hormone replacement therapy is what has been identified as dysphoria by myself and a doctor and needed to be treated medically because it has a very negative effect on my mood and would make it hard for me to do my days to say the least.

What I intended to achieve through medical HRT is what I categorized as physical, psychological and social.

Basically all I had do is shave or wear a mask and the public would be like ”hey madame” prior to medical HRT. I preferred this perception of me. To be perceived and treated like a “woman“ when meeting people for the first and only time. And because I often interact with new people every single day in person I preferred this. Once I introduce myself to you I may say “they/she, preferably they” and ask you to call me Lulu or Ayra and eventually anyone will understand that I prefer ultimately to Be treated and perceived as Lulu/Ayra and not so much a woman or a man.. I‘ve often chosen the allusion of a “woman” while in public around strangers because from experience I am approached how I expect to be approached more than if I am perceived as a man. My Hormones and chemically after test results were done by the doctor I was collaborating with, it was proven that I have significantly more estrogen in me than the average male And so this would support why the main reason I choose a to be perceived and treated as a “woman” over a “man” is overall driven by my inner emotions and feelings..

Psychologically I understand that due to my predominant natural hormone levels, I was CONSISTENTLY conflicted by thoughts and motives that i understand as male hormone driven and the thoughts and motives that were driven by female hormones. I finally felt true relief from this after beginning medical hrt. This was probably the main thing I was looking forward to and it was/is the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life. I have the ability to act without hesitation, siding with actions motivated by a balance of dominant female hormones is how I understand this. Genetically and even socially my immediate family has short tempers and as a result I’ve been conflicted with this temperament driven by male hormone dominance I believe that I’ve managed to suppress better and better but it has always been an insecurity of me and I always feel like shit when I do suppress it, I would always move to routines and coping methods that would just not let me get heated over things and nothing ever seemed to work, I always had to go out of my way and use extra energy to calm myself down and this would often isolate and demobilize me. Similarly, libido and sex drive=up there and stuck there and most people don’t mind it but I did and I actually prefer not having such a high sex drive because it distracts me from focusing and carrying out tasks I set out for myself. (Disclaimer: Ive worked to translate this energy in a way that works for me but the fact that I know I have it in me still and if I slip I’m a hoe again would haunt me 😩) So I’m very happy with the *irreversible* effects my medication has had on me with my sex drive. The high bull like testosterone temper Is reversible however. HOWEVER, the mindstate and the brain power to dominate that is forever engraved in my brain. Hard to explain but it’s one of my favorite new powers.

Physically my blemishes and weight and face has been a huge insecurity for me.

Face: I look like my dad. My relationship with my dad is poor. While over 3 weeks or so into my HRT therapy, I had to call/out my dad for literally everything he did and didn’t do for me. It made me not hate him. It made me not hate resembling him so much anymore. I mean he‘s very good looking but it’s that association that had me fucked up And tortured me all of my life. I also called my Brother who also looks exactly like our father and explained this exact thing to him and explained to him that this was part of the reason I want these hormones to do their due deals on this mug. but I don’t feel like that anymore as strongly and all thanks to my mindstate while on HRT.

Blemishes: the way I understand it is because of my hormone levels, I would often break out. Hormonal acne, it’s nothing severe and maybe nothing like you’ll find if you Google it. But I still have a mild form of this. If I stress in anyway I will break out and they often don’t last long but its always cause I know my blemishes are because I have stressed..it would give me anxiety. my mind doesn’t like to see blemishes and know like aww my body was hurting Even though I know that’s natural. Medications I am on completely erased this event from even happening but unfortunately it is still reversible and i Am still too young that it will just naturally stop. BUT I am more confident than ever that i will be more in control of my hormone levels even with lowering my medical HRT prescriptions and potentially eventually coming off of it. I will make lifestyle changes, proceed with routines I picked up during HRT and continue comfortable and especially beneficial thought processes and problem solving.

Weight/shape: GIRLLL. Like. Skinny and minnie and toned like a mfcker. Not a huge issue because I admire my body and think it looks good. I’ve accepted that my metabolism is just too genetically high for me to gain weight anytime soon. my body wants to be skin and muscle and athletic. I like to be athletic. i like my body to be strong to support me during my activities as someone who is super athletic. Hormones got right to work adding fat to my face exactly where I wanted it, to my waist, chest, thighs, ass, arms, back. My gawd. BUT it was also breaking down my muscle too much and had me like hmm.. I don’t know if I’ll appreciate this. I let my doctor know I am super athletic, I want a prescription That will be kind to me on the muscle and bones. He let me know that the medication I have access too and just the results of feminizing medications is that they break down that tense muscle and things. This gave me anxiety. There are trans people in olympics killing it but we aren’t built the same and immediately I felt the weakening effects of the medication on my body with concern to my sports and activities and this did not help my mental health. Anyone that knows me knows high activity and sports is my main shit and the mentally and physiological effects my medication had on this important part of my life really hurt me and i am hoping that altering my prescription can help this.

i know that this HRT will have lasting effects And already have had so many LITERALLY life saving effects on me because I 100% reached out to my trans auntie out of desperation to put me through this process because I was at a breaking point. I am overwhelmed with how positive this experience has been for me.

To get exactly to the point, I do not trust these doctors enough to accept a collaboration with them for longterm. I do not trust the medication I am on or the medication that is available *to me* enough to accept the medical treatment part of this long term as it is. As a disclaimer: there are so many combinations and types of medications and ways to take them. Super duper disclaimer, one of the important parts of my body that helps to detoxify the medications that I am on is genetically not that strong. This is very personal and it really forces me to appreciate like hell my access to HRT and get the most from it. As far as medical HRT, like I’ve already mentioned publicly i will proceed to find the most effective and safest alternatives for me as I need them. That I dont mind sharing but with all this as a preface because I do not want to sway anyone needing HRT to reconsider based off my own personal experiences. The beauty of hormone therapy is that it’s modular enough to meet the expectations of so many unique people cause we’re all built different and it’s no shade.

[welovekpopscenarios]

Cyber Date (Sungjin x Reader)

(he’s so cute gawd)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: Hi~ can I request a fluffy scenario with Day6 Sungjin please 💕

Fandom: Day6

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Pairing: Sungjin x Reader

Warnings: slight mention of drugs but none were actually taken, it was just mentioned

Word Count: 1548

A/N: FINALLY A DAY6 REQUEST. And one for my bias too! (I haven’t swerved to Young K, I haven’t swerved, I haVENT-) I love Sungjin, and I hope you like what I wrote (just a smol fluff!). Happy reading!

“Is it working? Can you hear me?”

Looking away from the lush, vibrant surroundings of the park, filled to the brim with people relaxing and children playing, making the most of the sunny day despite it nearing the beginnings of winter, you turned your eyes toward your laptop that was sitting on your lap. On the screen in front of you was your boyfriend Sungjin, muttering obscenities under his breath as he fiddled with his own laptop, his forehead creased in worry as he struggled to understand the technicalities of Skype.

It had been his idea to host a Skype date in a park when you both had the free time – things had been quite hectic for you lately after starting your studies in college abroad, and with Sungjin’s career with Day6 starting to gain more popularity recently, neither of you had found the time to text each other let alone Skype. But, after finding a gap in work and time zone difference, you both managed to set up a little Skype date for yourselves.

Judging by the darkness of the screen, it was night time in Seoul, the lights of the city Sungjin’s only source of luminescence on an otherwise dark and cloudy night. As always, Seoul was bustling with activity, even that late in the evening, the background noise of people talking and engines roaring making its way to your ears through the speakers of your computer.

“I can hear you, Sungjin. You don’t have to worry about the connection anymore, old man,” you teased, and Sungjin rolled his eyes playfully, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. Your fingertips played with the grass beneath you, the tips rustling the stands as you kept your eyes on your beloved boyfriend, eyes scanning the face you longed to see beside you for the past few months since you left. God, how you missed him.

“I’m not an old man,” he retorted indignantly, taking a sip from a bottle he had with him. “And even if I was, shouldn’t you respect your elders? Honestly, the youth of today…” he muttered and you snorted at him, shaking your head. In the distance, you could hear the laughter of a couple sitting somewhere behind, and it made your heart twinge at the sound, wishing you and Sungjin were in their place.

“Hey, at least the youth of today know how to work Skype, genius,” you argued, and he spluttered, ready to barrage you with insults and a scolding until he was cut off by your loud laughter. He smiled at the sweet sound, heart melting like it always does when you’re laughing.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m too busy being a rockstar to think about stuff like that, you know?” he bragged jokingly, and you hummed sarcastically in response. “It’s true! You know, crashing hotel rooms, killing it onstage, starting fights, doing…alcohol…” he finished lamely, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly as you laughed even harder than before at him.

“Doing alcohol? Do you not mean ‘doing drugs’? You’re such an idiot sometimes, Sungjin,” you giggled and this time he laughed with you at his own stupidity.

“Hey, my mind blanked! I forgot, ok?” he sighed dramatically, and soon the conversation fell quiet. Horns were blaring from his end of the conversation, while the laughter of children echoed from yours – two very different settings. He fixed you with a small smile, one that spoke a thousand words; he loved you, he adored you, he missed you. “You look beautiful today,” he whispered, and your face flushed, handing moving to your face to tuck your hair behind your ears.

“Do I not look beautiful every day?” you joked, picking up the fruit you kept in your bag and beginning to eat, anything to avoid his gaze. Even miles apart and a screen between you, you still couldn’t look him in the eye when he complimented you so sweetly like that.

“Of course you do,” he smiled bashfully, his dark eyes forming the most delightful crescent moon shape. “It’s just, you look extra beautiful today, now that I can actually see you properly,” he added quietly, sorrow seeping through his words at the original meaning of his sentence. You nodded sombrely.

“I miss you,” you stated sadly, and Sungjin frowned, eyes cast upon his fingers fidgeting upon his thighs, biting at the corner of his lips. He felt the terrible ache of missing you as much as you did; a terrible emptiness settling in his bones now that you were separated. He was so happy for you, so happy that you had the opportunity to study abroad like you had wanted to, but he can’t ignore the feeling of homesickness whenever he pictured you in his mind. He wasn’t complete when you weren’t by his side, and no amount of work could ever distract him from that.

Raising his head towards his screen again, his gaze flickered painfully over your dejected face before scanning your surroundings in the background. His eyes widened momentarily when he spotted something in the distance, and returned his attention to you. You perked up when he called your name, and you looked up from the ground to find him grinning at you through the grainy screen.

“Remember that time we went to the ice cream shop on one of our first few dates?” he asked, and you beamed at the memory.

“Yeah, how could I forget? You spilled ice cream all over yourself and the old lady who ran the shop yelled at you like she was your mother,” you reminisced, laughing as Sungjin attempted to recall his version of the story.

The next few hours carried on like that – talking and sharing laughs over fond, old memories you had of each other, and while the air carries a tone of wistfulness like the gentle breeze in wind, your heart doesn’t seem as heavy as it was before. You had your precious memories to keep you warm at night, wrapping around your heart like a ribbon, finished with a bow and all.

But that lovely feeling came to a halt when Sungjin regretfully informed you that he wouldn’t be able to call you much in the coming weeks.

“What?” you questioned pitifully, your fingers now pulling tufts of grass and dirt from the ground out of a need to keep your hands from shaking from anger. Sungjin sighed mournfully, the sound crackling in your ears from the connection going shaky. It was almost time to go, and you weren’t ready for that. But it was getting late.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised. “But we have a new release out soon, and I’m gonna be busy with the band doing promotions and shows. Things are going to be really hectic these next few weeks, and I won’t get much time to talk to you anymore. I’m really sorry sweetheart, it’s one of the reasons why I really wanted to have this time with you today.”

You felt the familiar burning of tears forming in your eyes, and your throat constricted with tension. This was horrible. You knew he was a busy man, you were busy too; juggling college, job hunting and adjusting to new cultures all at once. But for weeks? Not talking? Barely getting a text, let alone hearing his voice? It felt like you just had him in your grasp again only for him to get ripped away once more. What if he just – forgets you? His career is kicking off, you’re just dead weight now, aren’t you? He’s capable of so much, why should he hang onto a partner that wasn’t even in the same country-

“Hey, stop freaking out.”

You jumped at his voice, his stern tone matching his frown. You didn’t like seeing him frown, at all. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you mumbled out “I wasn’t freaking out.”

“Yes, you were,” he said flatly, an unimpressed expression falling upon his visage. “I know you’re panicked and upset about this – I am too. But I will try my hardest every day to at least send a message letting you know how I’m doing. Regardless of whether I can answer or not, I still want you to send me texts of how your day is going, because I’d love to hear all about it, like always. Will you do that?” he asks, and you nod slightly, the tears that were pooling in your eyes now slipping down your cheeks silently.

“Hey, don’t cry! You shouldn’t cry over this. This is only for a little while, we just have to endure it. I love you, with all my heart, and nothing will ever change that. You know that. I miss you so much, but we’ll be together soon. I know we will. We just have to tough it out. So don’t waste any more tears on this old man, ok?” he smiled warmly, and you giggled, wiping at your wet cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sungjin. I’ll wait for you. As cheesy as that sounds,” you laughed, embarrassed at your sappy words. Sungjin laughed too, a deep sound that spread warmth through your body, and filled you with happiness. You could do this. For him.

“I’ll wait for you too, my love.”

#kpop #kpop fanfiction #kpop scenarios #mimi fics #sungjin #sungjin scenario #sungjin fluff #day6 #day6 scenarios #day6 fanfic #day6 fluff #young k #brian #jae #dowoon #wonpil #fluff #day6 reactions #day6 request #jyp #parrk sungjin #kpop fluff

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Baby Shower SamCait fanfic

" Must I go?" Sam complains jokingly as he dresses for the baby shower that the cast, crew, and family and friends are throwing them. " Oh yes. Fully involved means baby shower's." She pulls leggings over the baby bump and tops them with one of Sam's button down shirts. " You look really nice." He comments as he comes over and wraps his arms around her. He nuzzles her neck and pulls her closer. " Sam. We can't be late." she says with a laugh. " It is our party. They can't start without us." His hands came up to cup her breasts. " After baby. It would be rude to be late." " Aye but it is a sacrifice." They drive onto the set. The shower is there so they can keep it private. Keep it quiet. Their families had sneaked on the set under cover of darkness. " Ridiculous." Cait's da had said as he had drove in and was stopped and had his name checked against a guest list before being allowed through. " It is to keep our grandchild safe." his wife soothes. They gather with the rest of their family and Sam's mum and brother and sister-in-law. They are joined by the cast and most of the crew. They are having the shower in the set they use for the large Castle Leoch gathering scenes. Blue and pink bunting hangs everywhere the large room is covered in tables covered with the same. " I bet it won't look this way when we see it on the telly." Sam's amused brother says. " Oh no." Tobias wonders over to say. He is between shocked and amused by this whole thing. He had designs on Caitriona himself. And then she started working with Sam and the battle was lost. He held no bitterness. They are good together. But the pregnancy and marriage. Well he just didn't know. " Here they come." Lotte yells out and everyone turns to watch them enter. " Oh good gawd." Cait whispers when she catchs sight of the room. " They didn't miss an inch." Sam says as his eyes run over the room. " No. Okay let's do this." She takes his hand and they enter the room Cait is directed to one of the " thrown" type seats in the front of the room. Sam the other. " Seems we are Colum and Lettica today." Sam says with a huge grin. " So it seems." Cait replies. " No," Maril replies," just the expectant parents and.therefore the guests of honor." They are feed. Cait laughs aloud at the menu. Everything baby. From babyback ribs to tiny baby carrots. But they are feed enough to fill them up. Their guests eat on tables laid out below them. It makes Cait smile to see them all, in everyday clothes, eat at the tables they had just filmed at with their family and friends mixed amoung them. " Now games." Terri announces, standing up to get everyone's attention," First you take the yarn Anne is passing out and guess Caitriona's stomach circumference. All my crew excluded. As we measure her daily." " Oh bloody h*ll. There isn't enough ranish in the world." Cait moans to Sam. " And you can't have it anyway. Sorry love." Sam is amused but tries not to let it show. " And what is the prize?" someone yells out. " The satisfaction of being right." Her own mum wins that one. " Sorry darling." she whispers. The other games aren't as humilating. At least to Cait. They have the males present, including Sam, race to see who can change a nappy fastest. That was one by one of the crew. They drink from baby bottles and try to determine what they are drinking. They do the same with baby food. Cait sits back and enjoys watching it all. Certain members of the cast and crew would have a hard time living this night down. " Okay everyone. Presents." Maril announces. Cait's mum comes to seat beside her to mark down what is recieved and from who. " Let me start," Ron says," This whole situation is not what I expected when I cast this show. But it is what it is. This coming child will be a member of the cast, even unofficially so.." He hands Caitriona a box decorated in yellow ducks. " Thank you Ron." She takes the wrapping paper off and opens the box. " Wow!" Cait says lifting out the world's smallest kilt. " It is Heughan family colors." Sam says awed. " Yes. It isn't everyday this happens so.." " Thank you Ron. This is perfect. But the baby could be a girl." Cait says. " Aye...so yhen call it a skirt." It is a perfect joke set-up. " Why is it named a kilt?" Graham says. " Because that is what happened to the last person that called it a skirt." Sam completes it and the whole room laughed. They recieve the expected nappy's, Tiny t-shirts, socks, and botties. All unisex. " This would have been easier to shop for if we knew the gender." was heard more than once. Cait just smiles. Then her da makes her cry. " I have something special for you, sweet girl." he says. He turns and watches as two of her brothers carry it in. " Is that a...?" " Yes. I wanted something special." he replies as they sit the cradle in front of them. " This is glorious. Did you make it?" Sam asks his father-in-law as he gets up to examine the detail. " Yes. Started it when I found out about the baby." It hangs on a rocker and has shamrocks carved into the ends. Sam smiles when he sees them. " Well the baby will be half Irish." " Oh da. Thank you." A completely overwhelmed Caitriona throws her arms around her da and weeps. " Well you are welcome sweet girl." Sam's mum gifts her coming grandchild with homemade baby announcements. Made in her own style and by her own hands. " Absolutely perfect mum." Sam tells her. The sentiment is echoed by a very emotional Cait. Sam's brother gives his coming niece or nephew a baby size soccer and rugby balls. " Never to early to start." Her sisters give them a crib, car seat, and changing table. Her brothers gift them with a stroller and baby carrier. They also recieve baby blankets, pacifiers, burb clothes, and a nursing pillow. " And what is this for?" Sam inquires picking up the strange looking pillow. " It positions the baby for nursing." Anne who had given it to them explains. And most of the men in the room grew uncomfortable. " Welk," Cait rhought," they will have to get over it. " Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Cait asks Sam later that night. It had taken an half hour to haul all the gifts into the nursery. " No. We have some great friends and family. And the cast and crew. Ron shocked me." " Me too. That kilt is extraordinary." " That it is. And the cradle. Wow. Your da is so talented." " As is your mum." She sits in the rocking chair, a gift from Tobias, and watches him put the crib together. " That she is. Hand me the screwdriver please babe." She rocks herself up and does. Watching him put the crib together, to work with his hands taking care of their child is a huge turn-on. She returns to the rocking chair and, while he is distracted, shimmies out of her leggings. She then unbuttons his shirt and slips it off. She then reapproachs him in just her bra and panties. " Can you take a break?" He looks up and meets her bare legs. He follows them up to her silk panties and then over the mount that covers their child. Then up to her huge breasts and finally her bemused face. " I want to finish what we started." He drops the screwdriver and the paper containing the instructions. He stands and lifts her into his arms. " Sam I will hurt your back." she says. He snorts and adjusts her closer. He carrys her into their room and lays her own their bed. " I want you Sam. Right now." Her hands work to undo his shirt. He assists by just pulling it over his head. " Was it my screwdriving skills that have you all hot and bothered?" he asks as his hands run up her legs. " Gawd yes. You have the greatest hands and to see them working to take care of our baby." " Hmmm." he lifts her up and undoes her bra." Well seeing you glowing with life as you carry our child. As your breasts grow in preparation for feeding him or her. I can't keep my hands off you." He fills his hands with her boobs and runs his thumbs over her nipples they harden immediately. She groans and reaches down to undo his pants. As soon as she has him freed, he releases her long enough to pull his pants off. He pulls hers off too. " Sam, now please." He wants to take his time but is carried away by her urgency and slips inside her.. Later, as she sleeps, he finishes the crib.

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Tips on Staying Motivated With Writing

Hellllloooo everybody ~

Happy Thursday Blogday!

I’m not going to lie, I’m being a heavy-duty hypocrite right now. This blog is about staying motivated to write (especially when you already are working full-time in a job that is NOT writing…*le sob*), and guys, I’ve been literally dancing around my computer for like 2 hours, avoiding this blog like the plague. I have been doing everything BUT writing…paying bills (barf), cleaning the house, making lists of all the things I need to do (I love a good color-coordinated list!), anything and everything that did not consist of typing.

I am so ashamed of myself. Where’s a nun jingling a bell screaming, “SHAME” when you need one?

Alas, I am here now, and I am GETTING THIS DONE.

So, as some of you might know, I like to refer to myself as a wolf cloaked in sheepskin. Not only does calling myself this make me feel badass, but I also feel like, at this point in my life, it accurately describes who I am. I am a writer trapped in a nurse’s body, and up until last year, I didn’t realize just how badly the writer in me wanted freedom, how badly the wolf I had been hiding inside wanted to howl. But it’s not as simple as waking up in the morning, throwing open your window, and declaring to the world, “I AM A WRITER, HEAR ME ROAR!” And I know some would disagree, but at least in my case, you can’t just quit your day job and assume the role of Starving Artist (see above reference to paying bills and barfing). Unfortunately, money still makes the world go round. It is simply not that simple, not for me, anyways. So, if you’re like me, you work full-time and write on the side. Sort of like a double life.

And that is ok.

It’s ok to do both. As much as I hate nursing, I know that I still rely on it heavily. It would not be a smart idea to jump ship (my husband can be my sugar daddy, right?), not when talk of buying houses and going back to school are in the works. So, as I slave away at a job that makes me feel dead inside, I am spurred forward by the hope that, one day, I can completely submerge myself into my writing and leave nursing in the dust.

But, that’s going to take a lot of work.

And sometimes, as much as I hate to admit it, the drive is just. Not. There.

Sometimes, when I come home from a 12-hour shift, my brain is so tired, all I want to do is watch TV or do something that requires very little thinking. And don’t even get me started on night shifts. Once, I went down for what I intended to be a light nap, and BAM! Entire day gone. Oops.

I know I’m not alone in this. Sometimes that full-time job we are reluctantly committed to just sucks the life right out of you, and you feel like you have nothing left to give to your writing.

That’s where this blog comes in! And Lord, I need this now more than ever.

So, without further ado, here are 9 tips and tricks to staying motivated to write, even when you feel like life is shoving a whole bunch of suck in your face, and your job is killing you slowly.

I could have done 10 tips but I chose not to because, hey *points to self* writer. Writers are weird. Not sure if you knew that already or not.

ALSO, a wee disclaimer: some of these won’t work for everyone. Hell, some of these don’t work for me. But that doesn’t mean that they aren’t solid pieces of advice!

ALSO, another disclaimer: before anyone gets their pantaloons in a jumble, I’d like to point out that I have nothing against people that have already claimed the role of a full-time writer. I know that there are people out there that had no choice but to jump into the role, whether they were ready for it or not, and actually, I’m incredibly jealous of you. That takes bravery. Right now, I can only dream of doing that *sits in a dark corner rubbing hands together, murmuring, “sooooooon”*, but I know that my time will come when I am finally able do the same. But I should mention that whether you are a full-time writer, or a wolf in sheepskin, these tips can still apply.

1)  Carve out a bit of time each day to focus on nothing but writing. This could be when you're in the shower. This could be on your lunch break. This could be when you are waiting for your bout of insomnia to pass and for sleep to finally take you hostage for a couple hours. Even if you are just tossing around ideas, or working up a new subplot, or brainstorming that next big scene, it will make the next time you sit down to write a bit easier to slip into relatively unscathed. This SORT OF falls into that saying, “write every single day,” but to be honest, I’m not terribly fond of that saying. Like I mentioned before, sometimes it’s bloody hard getting my brain working at a functional pace after a long day, but if I’ve at least catalogued some time thinking about my manuscript, I still feel like I’ve accomplished something at the end of the day. So, in my opinion, if you do something writer-oriented every day, whether it’s brainstorming, note-jotting, or planning/strategizing, that still counts, and is getting you a little closer to your goal. And that is dandy.

2)  Having said that, don’t forget that you need to be committed. Maybe some days all you can afford to do is think about writing. And that’s totally fine. But the days you can manage to sit down and actually write, I urge you to. Having a full-time job doesn’t give me a lot of free time, so whenever I see the opportunity to write, even if it’s a couple sentences, I seize that opportunity so hard. Writing, as much as it is a passion for us, it needs to also be taken seriously. Treat it like a second job. Show it that you are committed to making it a priority. Let it know that you are serious about it. Writing has feelings too, you know! So, when you are planning your week, look ahead and see when you can squeeze in writing. Maybe cut down on the video games (haha, yeah ok), or cancel that Girl’s Night Out that you didn’t really want to go to anyways. Maybe get up a bit earlier than normal, or go to bed a bit later, in order to jot down an extra couple hundred words. Any little bit helps. Do whatever it takes to get from point A to point B.

3)  Visualize your manuscript in all its finished glory. Now, I’m going to tell you right now that this tip doesn’t work for me, because when I think ahead, all my mind is doing is, “OH GOD THE EDITING, THE BETAS, THE DRAFTS, THE MARKETING, THE PUBLISHING OH GODDDDDD”. Sooooo, there’s that. But for those people that are highly visual, then this tip is wonderful! Think about your manuscript all polished and pristine, that beautiful, sharp looking cover, and your name on the front of your novel baby. You, my friend, are officially an author, and your novel is ready for the public! You are so much closer to your goal of having writing be your main career now! Can you just envision it? Isn’t it wonderful? Great, now get writing.  

4)  Don't wait for the muse to strike. if you do that, you'll be lucky if your manuscript is done in like, 7 years. Seriously, I’m speaking from experience here. I get it…it’s hard when your brain is begging to do literally anything but write. But if you give in to your brain’s pleas every single time, you will never get anything done. You need to push through. “But my work will be shit if I just push through!” Yeah, it might be. But that’s what editing is for. “But this is haaaaarrrdddd!” Uh, yeah, it is. Who said it was easy? I’d like to have a word with them.

5)  Start early. Start marketing even if your manuscript isn't done (see example: meeeee). Get into the writing community and make friends that are in the same boat as you. Let's face it...as supportive and loving as some people are, if they aren't going through the same shit as you, it's hard for them to truly understand what you are going through. "Well, why don't you just write it like this? It’s really not that hard!" Or, "Why don't you just wait for inspiration to strike?" I LITERALLY DON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT AND WAIT AROUND, DEBBIE, GAWD. But on a more serious note, finding people in the same situation as you builds community and fellowship, which helps motivate and encourage. Since I’ve joined several platforms in an attempt to become more public with my writing journey, I’ve come across many people with similar situations. It’s so nice to know I’m not alone in this. I have no idea what I’m doing, and it’s a relief to know that tons of others don’t know either! Let’s be clueless together!

6)  Now, on that note, make sure you aren’t distracted. For me, this is easier said than done. I get distracted a lot. A LOT. Like, squirrel much? I literally stopped writing this blog several times to do something else (my relationship with YouTube is an unhealthy one). But that’s where time limits come in. Time limits are your friend. Set down a chunk of time with ZERO distractions. No TV, no Facebook, no Instragram, no Twitter, no YouTube (unless that’s the source for your music, then by all means). Just you and your manuscript. For that chunk of time, show your manuscript that you mean business. If you are easily distracted like me, these time limits are generally smaller…like 30 minutes to an hour. Some people can go longer. When my time is up, I take a small break. I try to get up and stretch, see what my cat is up to, maybe grab some water or a snack. Get the body moving, get the blood flowing. My breaks can range from 5-15 minutes. But then it’s back to writing, and back to no distractions.  

7)  Make goals and reward yourself for achieving them. They can be small goals, like hitting a word count, or finishing a scene or chapter. It could also be on a larger scale, such as setting up a deadline to finish your first draft. Whatever it is to keep you trucking along, make sure they are obtainable to you (trust me, it’s pretty soul-crushing when you set a goal that you know in your heart of hearts that you can’t reach but you try anyways and crash and burn horribly). But when you reach those goals, hooray! Reward yourself, you deserve it! Maybe take a break and play video games, watch a movie you’ve been wanting to see, treat yourself to a nice dinner, or get a facial. I personally like candy. Those fat Twizzlers get me every single time.

8)  Always push yourself to do better/challenge yourself. If you were able to write 500 words yesterday, maybe shoot for 1000 today. I tend to not focus on word counts, because honest to god, the moment I hit one, I am done for the day, even if I’m in the middle of a scene that I’d been dying to finish. My general challenge is to finish the scene I’m working on. Some days, this is incredibly easy. Some days, this is really fucking hard. I once didn’t get to go to sleep till 4AM because it took me that long to finish a single scene. But I did it, and man, it felt so freaking good. Waking up at 8AM, however, did not.

9)  Be accountable to yourself. It is up to you and you alone to get shit done. Yes, you might have amazing support systems in place, as well as friends and family cheering you on, but at the end of it all, when it’s 2AM and everyone’s gone to bed, and it’s just you and your computer (or notepad), who is in charge of getting those words out? You. So when you don’t meet that goal, or more or less pull a Scarlette and get distracted into oblivion, it is your own damn fault. It’s ok to make mistakes and not meet goals. It’s ok to get distracted, just don’t make it a habit to blame others. If you transfer blame to something or someone else, you’ll never learn from your mistakes. You are responsible for you.

And that’s it!

I hope these tips come in handy. Whether you are struggling to find motivation, or you just need a bit of encouragement, or someone to tell you that you’re not alone in living the double life, then this blog is right up your alley.

If not, well, then…hah, sucker, you read the entire thing anyways!  

Until next time, happy writing!

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Blessed New Moon Family. Happy Gemini Season Whoo Hoo!!!! We've got a Sun, Moon and Eclipse in Gemini. What a Birthday Gift (6-14, 51 Summers Baby) I'm grateful to be here. Excited for what life is bringing me these days and excited for all of you who took a chance on ya girl and let me fill your inboxes up with Pots, Cups and Sips of Tea. The energy of this moon is bringing the new as all new moons do but its coming in slow due to the retrograde of Mercury and Neptune. Technology has not been allowing us to shine with glitches and freezes, shut downs, zap outs and malfunctions of every kind. The universe really wants us all to have several seats and read a damn book or take a long walk or something. She really aint feeling us having all this screen time and is asking us to reflect, plot and plan our next moves so we're ready when the Summer Equinox comes sauntering in. (June 21st) This Moon/Eclipse energy will have you having epiphanies and revelations and such. You will be communicating with the seen and unseen forces. Dreams will be prophetic and deep af. Pay close attention to what they are showing you, get a dream interpreter if you need one ( I'll do it for you) so you are clean and clear with what Muvah Moon is trying to tell you. This Eclipse of the sun will cast a fire ring around the moon asking you to do a once over on your shadow side. This ain't a time to be marinating where the low vibrations reside. Check your privilege, check your attitude and get back in alignment with your higher self. This double double energy is a set up for some fuck shit, resist at all cost. You will be so sorry you fell for it when it's all over. Take the high road in all things, stay low, pray high is what I always say. Some of us will feel like lead is in our shoes. You really don't wanna do nothing and I'd listen to that somewhat. Take care of the major things in your life as much as you can but don't be surprised when you do try shit aint working right. I'm learning to just wait it out cause it beats trying to break through a brick wall with my tender head meat. The blessing of this moon cycle is that we get to call things into existence. Be clear about what you are asking for, make sure secure housing, coins and good health are on your list. Due to things opening up people are everywhere doing everything, acting as if the pandemic is over. Tread lightly in these streets and keep that hand washing and face covering going on around people. Spirit has spoken and we need to keep our protection game strong especially for those of us who are anti-vaxin and relaxin. 

Ritual: Sit in your sacred space with the scented candle or incense, vase of fresh flowers, and a list of your intentions. Use the power of the word and speak your peace out loud. Not in a shout but with conviction. We want it known that what we want, we deserve. Muvah is listening with a keen ear. She will flush out the superficial and give you exactly what you need, not always what we want. Be grateful because we don't always know what we need until it lands in our laps. That don't mean you can't ask...ijs I'd burn that lil' piece of paper and let the ashes blow in the wind. This double double air energy is sure to send your message right up to Muvah herself and that's a blessing.

Big O'pot of Tea (read your sun, moon and rising for a full cup of tea)

Aries - Getcha coins right. Investments, budgets, piggy bank, rainy day fund. Do any or all of this and thank me later. All the cards talk about the bag, getting it and keeping it. Think long term money, retirement money and generational wealth. The universe is on your side while taking these steps so get into it. Call in the Money Gawds and ask them for help with your stock portfolio...invest in something good...think of what we always need and putcha money on that. Your song for this moon cycle is "Money don't matter 2 nite" - Prince. It matters for you right now fa sho

Taurus - This new moon is giving you all the goodies baby. Things are stacking up on the luxe level, the coins and the bae. Enjoy all this goodness and be grateful for it. Call in support to stay in a good mood and trust the process. You don't want to spoil your pot of gold before you even have a chance to spend some of it. Stay tuned into the light and spread that love on the people who support you since they may not be as abundant as you are these days. Your song for this moon cycle is "D.M.S.R."  - Prince. Because you want it and need it .

Gemini - It's your time baby!!! Your sun, your moon, your eclipse. One would think its a good time to throw a big ass party and invite all 10,000 of your fans but no. You get to have a seat...a Royal seat, a luxurious birthday seat but a seat nonetheless. This is a quiet time, a relaxing time an alone time. Yeah I know this don't sound like a fun birthday but your body and soul is begging and pleading for it. Listen for once cause the fuck shit is lueming in the background waiting for you to step out. We want you safe, hydrated and refreshed this trip around the sun. Call in peace this moon cycle and allow it to be just that. Your song this moon cycle is "Shhhhhh" - Prince. For encouragement to lay around in luxury and quiet.

Cancer - You've been on the receiving end for the last few moon cycles in some way now it's time to give back. Make sure the people who show up and show out for you know that you love them. Do something special to brighten their day. They will be shocked that you even care and that makes this even more special. You are very good at receiving now lets see you give where it counts. Call in abundance in all its forms so you never feel like you are lacking in anything. This will keep your spirits up when this moon fuck your emotions up. Your song this moon cycle is "I Wish You Heaven" - Prince.  So you feel prayed on when you get sad

Leo - The sun might be setting on your old job/career and the Black moon might be rising on a new opportunity. If you like what you're doing great but if you don't this is a good time to start looking. Call in work that is in alignment with your heart. You should be working smarter, not harder. Make sure your intentions reflect something better than what you currently got going on. Your moon song this cycle is "Let's Work" - Prince

Virgo - Be excited about life dear one. Life is worth living. You can tend to stay on the brooding side of things and aint no fun over there. I dare you to take a walk on the wildside...just pack up and go. I feel the grin on your face now. There is a whole world out there waiting on you, go see it while you can still fully enjoy it. Call in Adventure Time, alone, with bae or with some friends. Your song this moon cycle is " Party Up" - Prince

Libra - You deserve to have your needs met. This comes up in a real way this cycle. Make sure your boundaries are known with the people close to you so they can avoid your explosive outburst when you reach your limit. Call in the support you need to make your dreams come true, ask for the help to stop procrastinating and actually get some shit done. Your song this moon cycle is " Good Love" - Prince. It's clear you need some.

Scorpio - Have a clear-the-air day with bae, or housemates or the kids. This ain't a time to bite your tongue. Ion mean pop off, just don't let small irritants pile up. Speak to your beloveds and get back to having fun cause that what hot human summer is all about.  Call in cooperation with the fam so all this talking you gotta do is worth it. Your song this moon cycle is "Gett Off" cause why not since you're so good at it *wink*

Sagittarius - You're coming in Hot to new and old flames and that's dope. You workin workin working day and night and that's securing the bag. But where is selfcare on the list? You can't forget you in all this. Call in a break and body work so you don't blow a flat tire on the side of the road within ya self. ya dig? May your care be just as important and the people you take care of. If you are ok they will be ok...okay. Your song for this moon cycle is "Forever In My Life"- Prince. So you make sure you are forever on the got damn schedule umkay!

Capricorn - Love is calling your name Capricorn. Stay open to the possibilities of love or at the very least tenderness and sweetness. You act like a hard ass but your creamy center is showing. This will let the ones who like but are a lil scared of you come out of the closet and make a move. Try not to be too awkward and allow some goodness to pour over on you. Call in the courage to say what you need in these new interactions. If a muthalova baulks when you speak your truth it ain't the end of the damn world this just ain't your person. Just move on and dont make it mean nothing. Your song for this moon is "Somebody's Somebody" - Prince

Aquarius - Your emo flag is flying high. It's ok to wanna be with family, it's ok to reminisce on the good times. It's ok to wanna feel loved and appreciated, It's also ok to stop doing too much so you don't get sick or hurt. Sit down somewhere and relax. The streets will wait for you. Call in spa treatments or long dead sea salt soaks at home. Your song this moon cycle is "I Feel For You" because we love you!

Pisces - Life got you wide open. You workin, you socializing, you doing all the things. Life is lifin' and you're making the best of it. At the end of the day it feels good to be in the flow of it all. Call in the inner knowing and innerstanding so you don't get distracted and fall off. Trust the process and enjoy the journey. Your song this cycle is "Trust" - Prince. Trust you know what you're doing even if you never did it before. The creator brought you this far trust that she is taking you to the next level too.

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Extra Sips of Tea -

Crystal

Blue Kyanite is perfect for this New Moon and Eclipse energy because it helps you make sense of the unstable transmission of communication due to the retrogrades, You can tap into hidden potential in yourself and spiritually you can use this to really connect with the positive unseen forces around you to help you manifest greatness in your life. Use this stone with your ritual to call in your needs and wants with clean clarity. 

Herb

Make a pot of fresh Mint Tea before bed to relax your muscles, to aid in your digestion and get rid of headaches. This tea will be extra soothing to your mind and body. We all need this balm soul calming tea to deal with the double air energy brewing right now. Have extra cups this week.

 

Yes Gemini Tea. PRINCE songs. I had too

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