it's that sort of night it seems

Chapter Two: Marcus.

Jamie sends Claire thru the circle of standing stones atop Craigh na Dun.
The Catch? Jamie somehow manages to go with her.
The Double Catch? They’ve gone backwards instead of forwards into time.

You can find Chapter One here.


Jamie and I crouched low amid the underbrush at the base of Craigh na Dun. A cold wind swept thru the valley, the scent of coming rain heavy in its wake. I pulled the woolen arisaid tighter around my shoulders as I peered thru the leaves into the gathering darkness.

Recently thatched and boasting a brilliant coat of whitewash, the croft ahead of us barely resembled the abandoned structure we had spent the previous night in. A puff of welcoming smoke drifted out of its chimney and beckoned us forward. I, however, had vivid memories of my first encounter with the people of the past and had no wish to repeat the ordeal. Jamie seemed to be erring on the side of caution as well.

But, before we could make any sort of plan, the door suddenly opened and a weather-worn old man stepped out of the dim interior. He shuffled towards us, leaning on a large walking stick for support.

I gripped Jamie’s arm tightly. Would he be friend or foe?

“Ye can come oot o’ the bushes, lad,” a feeble voice spoke. “I can see ye both clear as day.”

Jamie rose slowly, ready for whatever challenge the man would lay at his feet. I followed suit once he had settled into position in front of me. Peeking around Jamie, I could see the man’s gap toothed smile.

He was ancient by modern standards, who knew how old he actually was. His hair was white as snow and fastened back in a long plait. His kilt was of a pattern I didn’t recognize, a matching plaid draped over his hunched shoulders. The boots on his feet were worn and roughly hewn.

“Ye havena reason to fear me,” he chuckled. A corner of my mouth tugged upwards as I envisioned the old man using that stick of his to ward us off. “I ken aboot the stones.”

The hint of a smile was gone in an instant at the mention of the standing stones.

He knows about the stones? What did that mean?

They were hardly a secret, visible here at the base of the hill.

Jamie reached a hand behind him and took hold of mine. I squeezed it, telling him I’d follow any plan he went with. He cleared his throat, my own felt as though I had swallowed a rock.

“Ye say ye ken the stones. Have ye gone thru them yerself?”

“Nae me, lad, but I ken the look of someone who has. My name is Marcus…” he trailed off, raising a brow in question.

“James,” my husband answered simply as he guided me to stand along side him, “and Claire.”

I copied the older man’s nod of deference and was rewarded with another grin.

“Aye, an’ a bonnie wife she is too, Jamie lad,” Marcus tittered as he gestured for us to follow him into the croft. “Ye’ll be hungry as the coos, nae doubt, an’ soaked clear thru. Come in, come in. Warm yerselves by the hearth. An’ tend that wound, aye?”

I took a deep breath and let it out again. Was this too good to be true? Could it be some sort of trap?

Jamie’s voice dropped low as we made our way across the clearing towards the croft.

“Dinna speak unless ye have to, Sassenach, at least until we have a plan.”

Oh, right, because he may think I’m an English spy. Here we go again.

I rolled my eyes, but squeezed his hand again in response. He gave me that slow, owl blink that passed for a wink with him and grinned. He knew exactly what I thought of the idea, preposterous and rude is what, but he also knew I trusted his instincts. Even if I wasn’t sure I liked his methods.

Despite his uneven and visibly painful gait, Marcus was deceptively spritely. He remained several paces ahead of us across the open clearing and didn’t stop talking the whole way. His voice, unfortunately, didn’t always keep up with his enthusiasm and I couldn’t make out half of what he said.

“…welcome… long as ye like… village … oddity… auld coot off on his own… fine company,” he broke off with a cackle.

Once inside, he set to work with a clatter of bowls and spoons. He all but shoved the both of us onto a three-legged stools near the fire. I reached over to take a better look at his leg, moving the wool cloth away from his burned flesh.

Jamie tried to downplay his injury, taking my hands away from the burn and holding them tightly in his. “‘Tis nothing, Claire.”

While he was right, the burn wasn’t overly serious, I still wanted to dress it before it had the chance to get infected. I gave him a look, knowing he’d get the message.

“I ken ye must be newlyweds.” Marcus beamed, not turning his gaze away from the steaming cauldron of stew. “Let her dote on ye, Jamie lad, makes a wife feel useful. ‘Tis what they’re for, aye? Tha’ an’ the bairns.”

He was doing his level best to keep a straight face, but the grin was winning. I poked Jamie in the ribs as he replied affirmatively.

Arching an eyebrow, he apparently felt the need to remind me to remain silent.

Heaven knows why, as I’ve always been the meek and obedient type. I reminded him with a swift kick to the shins.

Jamie winced and his grin widened.

“How long have ye been marrit? It canna be more than a year, I warrant, yer both naught but bairns yerself.”

Jamie’s thumb caressed my silver ring, turning around on my finger. His eyes were warm as he spoke. “It will be three come June.”

Three years. How could our wedding day have been three years ago already?

That familiar sinking feeling in my stomach returned as I corrected myself: our wedding hadn’t been three years ago, it would be hundreds of years from now. All people I had known, the people I had grown to love and care for were, for all intents and purposes, dead. And Jamie. His family, his whole life was now forever lost to him.

Quickly realizing that the feeling had more than one cause, I dashed towards the door, barely making it outside in time. Jamie was right on my heels and almost crashed into me as I heaved into the bush beside the door.

Bidh e thairis a dh'aithghearr, mo nighean donn,” he soothed as he held back my hair, gently rubbing my back.”

“What?” I asked as I straightened up, having no idea what he just said.

He wiped my face with the edge of his sark, then gathered me into his arms. “I said it will be over soon.”

I groaned into his chest. “No, it won’t. Not for months.”

“Aye, well, maybe ye won’t be as sick with this bairn,” he tried.

“One can only hope,” I muttered.

2

I normally dream about highly realistic scenarios - which means that lately my dreams have been driving me crazy. I dream about getting back together with him and marrying him, or dream about him being with someone else or me meeting someone else. Whether the dreams are positive or negative, they always seem to make me wake up grumpy when I remember them.

Last night I woke up at around 1 am with a start and had apparently dreamed the above, which seems to be the plot of some sort of caper-like rom com? I was shook by the reveal of the murder and thought it was such an amazing novel idea that I managed to open the Notes app on my phone and type the “plot,” which I’m showing you unedited in all of its confusion. 

There have been a few times in the processing of those other dreams that I’ve woken up and felt the need to type out what happened in the morning, but I’ve never been startled awake and felt the need to type things out right then. But apparently a senator who lives with Ted Cruz and is implicated in a murder was important enough for me to document right then and there.

i know that its said aquarius is detached, at times sterile, so intellectualized they can seem cold even
no aquarian hands have ever been cold, ones i have held anyway. i know god left aquarians an umbrella when they were born. it’s as invisible as their ingenious thoughts but it reflects into the night sky. it’s sort of a protection from the spiritual rain 
aquarius is so sensitive. the earthy substance is weak or non formed. they would absolutely absorb every feeling and, therefore every pain so severely it would grate like razorblades. they hold up this umbrella over their minds to stop absorbing the thoughts of others, often bound with worries and anxieties 
… aquarians were already made to think too much
they hold up this umbrella over their hearts as a shield from heartbreak. that humanitarian love is love exaggerated and enlarged, it’s too big for a single person, aquarius heartbreak is the cause of lightning storms 

they hold this umbrella up over their body, just to guard the only parts of themselves they have left as their own, the sun is in detriment in aquarius, the ego is not inherent but floating in and out of other realities. aquarians are holding an umbrella of protection, a blessed gift from the heavens, without it earthly air would be too toxic 

I wrote a story for a friend as a birthday present, and since she likes gothic fantasy, I thought Elsewhere University would be a good setting for it.

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You weren’t sure what to do when your six choice universities all rejected you. You’d expected at least one of them to accept you, since your grades weren’t bad and your student record was clean.

But none of them did. The day you got the last polite form rejection letter, you set it down and sat there, staring out the window. What went wrong?

Elsewhere University offered you an opportunity, one you thought was a joke. But you took it anyway.

And they took you.

Not Them. That would be a different kind of Taken. But you went to Elsewhere.

Move-in day was normal; the dorm was nice, and while it looked old from the outside, the rooms were spacious and comfortable, and you only had one roommate. Yours was a young, rather timid girl named Melanie. She didn’t talk to you much, though you and her were both fans of the same shows and generally had the same sleep patterns, hence the match.

She was quiet. She put up some posters; you put up some posters. Your stuff stayed in boxes for the first few days.

There were immediately meetings. Your parents weren’t invited; no one’s were.

Your RA was a tall girl with an incredible afro and a few jangling silver necklaces that didn’t match her outfit. “I’m Kiera,” she said, standing on a rock and gesturing with a packet of papers. “I’m your RA for the northern wing of the third floor. The southern wing belongs to Jordan.” She indicated the young man standing next to her; he waved, hand half-buried in the sleeve of his blue hoodie.

“First things first,” Kiera started, “welcome to Elsewhere University! You’re very brave.”

What? You wished you knew someone well enough to make confused eye contact. As it was, most of the freshmen looked a little baffled.

“A couple of notes about common courtesy. One, no extraneous loud noises after ten PM on weeknights, except for Fridays. The curfew for Fridays and Saturdays is midnight. Don’t run or throw things in the hallways, it might hit the fire extinguishers. Also, don’t touch anybody else’s bowls or cups that they leave in the hall. If you find a piece of lost jewelry, don’t touch it. If you see anything that isn’t yours, don’t touch it. Don’t run out of salt and don’t take it out of the kitchen. Don’t eat food you find in the kitchen.”

And on and on and on. You were baffled by a few of the rules, but most of them made sense (be careful about who you accept food from, be careful about going places with strangers, et cetera. You weren’t sure why they stressed it so much. That was just basic college knowledge – hell, basic life knowledge.

It got weirder when you noticed that most people seemed to leave bowls of milk by their doors, and seemed to have salt spilled under their windows. Metal jewelry seemed popular; iron necklaces and earrings, dark metal rings, silver studs and bangles.

After a month, you’d started to make some friends, and you and Melanie were comfortable being around each other. And you’d started learning about Elsewhere, and what Kiera had meant by brave. Extra footprints in on the pavement. Strangers at parties, queens striding past robed in shadow, parts of the campus where time didn’t pass or parts where it went too quickly.

Another month, and your delusions were dispelled. You bought iron jewelry, learned how to scrawl sigils on paper and pin them on doors and windows, ran a thin line of salt on the windowsill. Melanie didn’t complain.

You sat on the quad on sunny days, because in early spring (and it was always early spring, somehow) those days were nice, and it was good to be outside.

There were sculpted gardens to sit in, but those were more dangerous. You were playing with fire if you stayed there until nightfall. You came perilously close a few times.

The first time, you found your way out. The second time you did not.

The gardens held such strangeness, and were absolutely a fascinating place to be. Horticulture students set up projects here, taking care not to disturb the ones they didn’t make. So it was usually safe.

But you were caught wandering after dark. And you didn’t realize, marveling at a rose-vine and honeysuckle trellis, that the sunlight was fading until it was nearly too late.

You tried to follow the path out, but it led you in circles, and to places you didn’t know existed. This is how people get Taken, you thought desperately, hoping and praying that somehow it would be okay.

As if it were answering your prayer – and perhaps it was – the cat appeared. You froze at the sight of slitted eyes, but realized it wasn’t one of Them when the eyes leaped down and came over to rub against your leg and stare upwards.

Green Eyes, the cat was called, because that’s what it had. Green eyes set deep in its long face, sandy fur with black hints at the ears, paws, and tail-tip. You didn’t learn its name until later, and you never really figured out if it was an ordinary cat, or one of Them, or something else entirely.

“Can you lead me out?” you asked it, and it stared back. Your heart was pounding; you had no other lifeline.

It flicked its tail in the air like a banner and trotted away through the dusk. You followed it (because you had no other choice) and like a charm you found yourself stumbling out onto the quad. A few surprised upperclassmen watched, and when you looked for the cat, it was gone.

You tried to figure out how to repay the cat, if in fact you could. Next time you saw it, you promised yourself, you would give it something.

And you did see it again. Quite often, in fact. It was skirting the parking lot behind the biochemistry building, and when you crouched down and held out your hand, it came over and sniffed at your fingers before rubbing on you.

Then it was over by the dining hall, then walking alongside you on your way to one of your classes, then to all of them. Eventually, it came up to you while you were on the quad.

Melanie was there (though, like most other students, she’d quickly adopted a pseudonym and now went by Melody), and a few other friends you’d made, including a couple of upperclassmen. At Elsewhere, for some reason, the classes mixed a lot more than they did at other colleges. You weren’t sure why.

Green Eyes trotted up to you while you were sitting on a blanket in the grass. The upperclassmen stopped talking entirely and tried to avert their eyes, but when you reached out your hand and let Green Eyes sniff it and rub against you, they couldn’t help but stare.

“How are you doing that?”

You glanced up, at Shine, a girl with spiky white hair. “Doing what?”

“Green Eyes. You…” she paused, indicating the cat. Green Eyes looked to her – she shuddered – and lay down next to you, allowing you to stroke its fur and play with its ears.

The other upperclassman looked you in the eyes. “What did you do?” they asked, dead serious.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“It’s claimed you.”

That you didn’t understand. You didn’t know how to ask if it was one of Them, but you said, “In… what sort of way?”

“I’m not sure.”

That answer wasn’t good.

Green Eyes didn’t interact with others much, and seemed to seek me out often. It always rubbed against me – I knew that’s how cats designated things as theirs, but I didn’t realize the full extent of Green Eyes’ claim.

During a party one night you found yourself stepping outside with a handsome boy, a soft-spoken boy with white hair and the whisper of fall wind (you missed fall, here in this place where the seasons never seemed to change properly) in his voice. You saw Green Eyes watching from the top of a fence, and the boy excused himself after a moment and didn’t come back. Your hands itched under the skin where he’d held them, but looked no different; your lips remained numb for days until you shook off the longing, kept inside by the memory of lantern-green eyes in the night air.

Labs never ended after dark, but your study session did, and when you braved the night (because the library closed, and you did not want to interrupt any of the Courtly business that goes on there) and the sound of baying hounds and the fell piercing blasts of hunting horns, when you stepped along the solid concrete while the rest of the world shifted and you passed the student center and the native plant garden and the towering trees that dropped leaves like silver and shadows like blood, Green Eyes went with you. You felt it join you when you walked outside, and it brought you to safety, tail held high.

You saw it everywhere. Legend said Siamese cats had kinked tails because they’d once held rings for royalty. You wondered which royalty; tall tales said Egyptian, but Green Eyes felt like something Else.

It’s hard to remember when you graduated. A lot of your time at Elsewhere is blurry, indistinct, like a fogged glass. But you have never forgotten Green Eyes, and when you return to Elsewhere – because all those who love Elsewhere come back eventually – you see it waiting for you on the sidewalk next to the drive, tail curled over its paws, the stream of students dividing gently around it.

You don’t lean down to pet it, because that’s not what you’re supposed to do right now. But it does rub against your leg again when you get out of the car, and when you step inside your new (old, very old, old enough to have memories and old enough to act on them) house, it waits patiently for you to invite it inside.

Its motives are mysterious. The aura it gives you is one of fear and mystery. The librarian who hunts monsters eyes it occasionally, but never makes a move; she doesn’t understand it either.

But you go into the sculpted gardens, and you go there at night. Green Eyes is always with you, to lead you out. Someday, you fear, Green Eyes will abandon you in the lilac labyrinth and you’ll finally be Taken; but it doesn’t feel like that’s what it wants to do.

You asked it one night, sitting on a bench surrounded by fireflies and watching shadows silently pass by with no people to cast them. Green Eyes sat on your lap.

“Why do you help me?” you asked it, glancing down. “Why did you do all of this?”

Green Eyes stared back up, and flicked its ears back and yawned; a smile, you recognize, from reading its behavior over the years.

“Is it because I asked for help? What did you want in return?”

Silence, but Green Eyes bumped your hand and began to purr loudly enough to shake. There’s something about Green Eyes that resists Them and Their works; its ability to navigate the gardens, and its aid to you over the years, has proved that. It does not need  your companionship; it does not need you as you needed it.

You look up. Green Eyes flicks its tail back and forth and you realize that while you are its companion, now, and it wouldn’t leave you, you don’t actually need it to get through the gardens. You know them in your mind, like a house you’ve lived in for a long time. When you step through the flowers and topiary you go where you want to go, not where anything else wants you to go. Green Eyes has taught you how.

When you walk through the gardens sometimes you see lost students stumbling under the trellises, eyes haunted, breath rasping in their mouths as they struggle to get out. You approach them.

You look about their age (Age is funny at Elsewhere; when you came back, you seemed to return to who you were when you left. The rest of the world is all iron and highways and radios, and you remember the things you learned here when you came back) and you realize now that they are too scared of Green Eyes to ask for help.

But they don’t need to ask you. You can offer. And when they see your human features and Green Eyes at your feet, they accept.

[x]

New Moon Incantation

“ Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. “ 

From The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams

I use this to sort of meditate on New Moons. Its a beautiful poem to space out and listen to, but this quote especially says to me that though it seems a little hopeless right now, let of your worries and remember that they aren’t so terrible while they are here, and will go away eventually anyways. It’s sort of a mental cleansing for me. You can use it as a journal prompt, to meditate, as an incantation for a cleansing spell, anything you can think of!

It seems very likely to me that Garak and Julian would be the type to just sort of accidentally drift into a relationship without realizing it. Overtly flirting without realizing, they start giving each other gifts every time one of them goes on a mission, can’t make it to lunch today so how bout dinner at my place instead? Everyone else knows before they do sort of deal. Then one day someone offhandedly mentions “Julian’s boyfriend” and the convo moves on before he can reply and he’s like okay??? wtf???? Then that night him and Garak cuddling on the couch watching a movie as per usual and something just clicks and he’s like oh. OH.

CSSV Fic: Happenstance (full version)

A/N: For @killiarious. Thank you for your patience, love! Here is the full version of your gift. Again, it was lovely chatting and please feel free to swing by to chat more any time you like! Thanks also to @tnlph and @mryddinwilt for providing the initial inspiration for this story from this convo a year ago.  

Summary: He was just trying to escape everything. She wasn’t part of his plan.

Words: 3400 | Rating: M | ao3

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He should thank Liam, he knew it. He wouldn’t need to leave the flat, minus the initial trip to the market, for days. There were enough books, along with wine and rum, to last him for weeks. And the view, Killian still wasn’t sure there were words.

Good god, brother. The pictures you sent weren’t enough.

I know. Don’t skulk your entire stay. The city is better up close.

Killian rolled his eyes. He was almost grateful when he found out his brother would be out of town when he sent his plea for a place to crash. He needed to be away from Tink, away from town, their apartment. From everything, really. And while he hadn’t seen Liam since his transfer to Istanbul, the prospect of the judgement in his eyes, even as he would welcome him in, was more than Killian thought he could bear.

Liam sent him instructions on where he could pick up a set of keys and a warning that he promised a friend a place to stay later in the week while she was in town for a job.

And stay as long as you like, little brother. I’m due home in a couple weeks.

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Pokémon in our Biomes pt. 20: Coral Reefs (2 of 2)

“I’ve recently decided to make a series of posts with hypothetical thinking and analyzing of what Pokémon species could potentially be found in the world’s biomes. Not at all relative to the games, I will be focusing primarily of the elements, design, and relativity to real life flora and fauna of Pokémon to depict where different species would roam on our big blue marble.”

This is the first biome post that I have made in over a year, so I’m really excited for this post! I’m sorry for the inactivity, but I’m back, so here we go!

This is actually the second coral reefs post, and you can find the first one here, and that post was uploaded two years ago today! In the last post, I had mentioned how there are four main types of coral reefs: fringing, barrier, atolls, and patch reefs. Since this is my first post since Sun and Moon was released I am going to try to focus my analysis more on the fringing coral reefs around Hawaii, the region that Alola is based off of.

The Hawaiian coral reefs stretch for 2000 km, and account for more than 85% of the reef systems in the United States. With more than a quarter of all of the fish, plant, and invertebrate species in the Hawaiian coral reefs being endemic to Hawaii, there is a huge diversity of life that can’t be found anywhere else. This may explain the unusual designs that many Alolan Pokémon have, and maybe I can shed some light on how their morphological and anatomical traits have evolved to help them in Alola, like so many species in Hawaii have traits that help them survive.

Let’s get started!

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Sweet Child O’Mine - Dean Ambrose Imagine

Imagine spending the night out with Dean. He gets a little more drunk that you would have wanted and soon becomes obsessed with a song he hears at the bar.

So… I guess in a way, you could say that this was inspired by the segment from TD where Dean is drinking. But I decided to make it… not as ridiculous as it was shown on TV. xD

Hope you enjoy. :)

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Little Beasts and Where to Hide Them

Summary:  You may or may not be hiding something from your boyfriend.  Takes place between Day 11 and the After Ending.

Pairing:  Zen x MC/Reader

Genre:  Slice of Life; Fluff

Rating:  G

Word Count:  Approx. 1900


It was a lazy Saturday night.  Zen had been hard at work for over a month, leaving early in the morning and returning well into the night.  Your boyfriend’s career had definitely been picking up; for the past several weeks, he had been juggling film sessions with a new TV drama series, as well as doing a lot of commercials.  The downside was that you hadn’t seen much of him, lately, other than a goodbye kiss in the morning and maybe a midnight snack once he got home, although you called and texted each other often.  You were happy for him, of course, but he knew that you missed him.

So, tonight was going to be all about the two of you.  He finally had an evening off, and he was determined to spend it with you.  You had just eaten a lovely dinner, together, cooked by you but with prep help from Zen.  Now, you two were cuddling on the couch, rubbing noses and being generally affectionate.  It was a beautiful evening.

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#5 Hands

A/N: Surprise!! Bet you didn’t think I’d post two fics in two day! Don’t get too excited yet, this is a shortie, but hopefully a goodie. It sort of took a path of its own, but I quite like how it turned out.

This is a thank you to everyone who gave me an ego boost by sending feedback/review/comment/like last night. I love you for believing in me and my writing.

Prompt #5: Hands - She didn’t know how she really felt, until he held her hand that night.

Word count: 485

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This is brain fever, but it is also Constantinople fever, a sort of physical agitation inseparable from the city’s spring nights. There are so many stirring scents in the air, so much humidity, and at the same time the balmy waves of the southerly wind, and above all, that unstable, constantly shifting, intense emotion that resembles endless death and rebirth. Lights flicker and go out, while an imperceptible murmur, a sort of trembling in the atmosphere, agitates the air and sometimes makes it stifling. It seems as if, from time to time, an invisible flies by: the lights are snuffed out by its shadow, and the whispering of the trees ceases. Everything becomes a dream, wild emotion, or nightmare. People roam through the streets, staggering as if drunk. Everything–the natural scene, human emotion, the urban skyline, the soaring poplars, the muezzin’s call–everything is not only carried to a fever pitch of excitement, but also mingles with everything else. I remember that, from a very young age, I felt all this, vaguely; curled up in bed under rose-scented sheets, I would pull the comforter all the way up to my feverish forehead and shiver, just as I am shivering tonight.

In no other city in the world, perhaps, does the unrest of spring invade people’s inner being in this supremely subtle, unhealthy way.

—  Zabel Yesayan, My Soul in Exile
7 Days of Heaven (Day 6 – Bambam)

**GIF NOT MINE

Teaser 1 Teaser 2  Prologue Day 1-Jaebum Day 2-Mark  Day 3-Jinyoung Day 4-Jackson Day 5-YoungjaeDay 7-Yugyeom

Characters:  Bambam (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7 members

Genre:  Smut

Warning/s:  Sense deprivation (sight), Bondage cuffs (leather), Softdom!Bambam (ASKGHDKAD), Fingering, Sweet Dirty talk (with Bambam’s sweet accent alksdghalksd), Orgasm Denial, etc.

Length:  3,633 words

A/N:  HI!!! SURPRISE!!  YES, So here is the 6th Day of Heaven (which is looooooooooooong overdue) feat. the “Who told you I am not big” Bambam!!!!  OK so… this is going to be straight-up smut, nothing else.  Again read the warnings before you proceed ;) Also, the inspiration changed a bit from the teaser, though it may still be a bit similar, but, yeah.  Whatever lmao.  Proofreading is also zero for this one, so my apologies for any errors!

Also, I am celebrating my first anniversary as an Ahgase and for reaching 2k+ followers!  I am surprised that I still gain followers despite being on hiatus for too long ;)

This fic is also dedicated to my bestie, @wearkpop ;) Love you to the bones!!


After the boys have recovered from your confession about Youngjae, they are contemplating if they should proceed in asking you about the youngest members of their group.  Jinyoung sighed when you stood up and sat on the table in front of them.

“I have not missed any member yet, have I?”  You placed your index finger on top of your lips; thinking.

“I think we have heard enough-“

“Yah oppa, I have not talked about Bambam yet!”  You cut Jaebum off and crossed your arms over your chest and the boys dropped their bodies against the couch, before they can even stop you, you already started.

“That kinky li’l shit.  That boy will be a fucking tease – a bit dominant but on the softer side.  Dirty talking will be his absolute favorite.. His accent is just too perfect in bed, imagine him groan and dirty talk with that freaking Thai accent.”  You giggled and Jinyoung stood up and Mark laid a hand on his arm.

“What?  You two had gotten off already, why can’t I?”


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Pudding

1200 words, gen centric with a side of klance, basically just crack


It starts with green goo flying from one end of the table to the other and splattering across Lance’s face. Or rather, it starts with Lance feeding the mice from his spoon, Keith knocking his elbow and subsequently soaking the tiny Altean animal in goo, Lance retaliating by dumping his entire bowl onto Keith’s head – a more notable overreaction, he’ll admit later – and then a spoonful of goo soaring through the air as Lance tries to escape. He fails, his face is covered in goo, Pidge is snorting into her bowl and Hunk is coughing into his – and Allura is rising to her feet with an air of authority.

Or perhaps, the entire thing truly starts when she says, “Sit down and eat your dick properly!”

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RFA Valentines Week Day 5! 

(feat. baehee because we love her) 

Jaehee’s pokemon team: 

  • Dewott: When she went to choose her starter she saw Oshawott playing with its scalchop and her immediate reaction was “awwwwww” 
    • This particular Oshawott was female so she was like “a pokemon that can defend itself in a badass way AND is female? i will take it” 
    • ((side note but my oshawott in black 2 was female)) 
  • Komala: She can relate. So much. 
    • It reminds her to sleep because when she pulls all nighters working for Mr. Trust Fund Kid it rolls over and will not leave her alone until she stops working. 
  • Lucario: Her sparring partner for judo. 
    • Lucario is … combat challenged, and was chased out of its pack due to its inability to utilize its psychic powers (and being weaker in general) 
    • It was eventually adopted by the judo club Jaehee goes to, and they eventually got along so well that said club was like “just take lucario, he loves you more than us” 
  • Feebas: The Pokemon equivalent of Zen merch. (Kind of.) 
    • Since Zen partners with his Milotic in a lot of his musicals, Jaehee decided to add a Feebas to her team.
    • It doesn’t seem to want to evolve though, and Jaehee still can’t figure out why. Not that it matters much. She still loves her Feebas. 
  • Medicham: It helps her Chill™ (and is also sparring partner number two)
    • When Jaehee opens her cafe, it helps out as a server of sorts by utilizing its psychic powers. 
    • It takes a while for the customers to get used to floating coffee cups and plates zooming around her cafe. 
  • Jirachi:  Jaehee’s always been wishing for something better in life
    • One night she makes a wish at 3 am over a tear stained pile of documents about Mr. Han’s next Ninetales project, and Jirachi hears her wish. 
    • Seeing how supremely unhappy she is, it decides to stay with her. Eventually she opens a cafe with Jirachi as the mascot, and by this time Jirachi is way too attached. Not like it particularly cares about that fact.

(Jaehee keeps her Pokemon in Friend Balls, because that’s what they are to her - friends and equals.) 

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(wow these keep getting longer and longer lmao what even)

| yoosung | unknown | 707 | zen | jaehee |

You.

You are all of what I dreamed of. Sort of inseparable from what it seems like. Sometimes I think I’m dreaming. I’ve got to pinch myself just to know its real. You’ve got to be the last voice I hear at night or I just won’t fall asleep. Sometimes I imagine you right here next to me, laying in bed with me. You’re beautiful and I don’t think I tell you enough. I love you and I don’t think I show you enough.

I want to touch and to feel you. I want to grow and be near you. I’m glad you’re here in my life. I want you in my future. As my best friend, my companion, lover, and wife. I want you as much as I want the greater things in life. I want you as much as I want to change in the world. I want you baby, forever as my girl.

I want to kiss you and to hold you. To feel you, I love you dearly. I want you. All of you. I love you baby. I’ve got a question to ask you…

Will

You

Be

Mine?

earth moons + relationships

earth moons (taurus/virgo/capricorn), emotionally, need security. the emotions of an earth moon like to be kept to themselves as they strive to balance themselves without help. earth signs like efficiency and dislike dependency. they need a sounding board, someone to simply listen when it comes to be more than they bargained for. giving advice or suggestions isn’t what they want to hear, they want to know they’ve been heard. as the words come out, their head will be searching for their next step. 

earth moon + fire venus

molten lava; gushing but solid. this combo needs for their lover to have the spontaneity you’d find in an affair but the consistency of a relationship. they will love to keep you on your toes but at the end of the day they need to know that you’ll stick around because although independent, their earth sensitivity will worry that you’re not the real deal. their emotions are a self-made foundation while their love is in your face demanding a hot pursuit. this lover may challenge you, test you if you will; it lets them know where you stand with them.

earth moon + earth venus

rock solid as heck. they yearn for a partnership that is of equals. a down to earth lover who wants you to be reliable, always there at the drop of a hat. an extensive level comfort is something that will be a necessity, whether it be in a casual fling or a serious relationship. maturity is a highly admirable trait for them as they want a well-rounded, established relationship. this person will stick around through the good, bad, and indifferent. a taurus venus is a high security bank, a virgo venus is the reliable assistant, and a capricorn venus is the CEO. 

earth moon + air venus

boss combo. as in, this person will be independent down to a ‘t’. they have the ability to look at their relationship in the most rational of ways and understand when to confront issues in such. they’ll be up for late night talks and they’ll be there for early morning blues. they can seem a bit flighty at times and they may even be flirtatious but commitment is something they’ll take somberly. though it may take a while to find someone to keep them stimulated, once that connection is made, its durable. 

earth moon + water venus

loving almost to a fault. the emotions of an earth moon are generally kept behind the curtain as the person sorts out any issues internally. earth moons will be inclined to seem sure of themselves as they feel they can handle it while a water venus will give themselves wholeheartedly in a relationship, no matter what. this person will strive for a safe, deep-rooted connection. they may get tugged between their earthy practicality and watery sentimentality which can lead to a feeling for them of being out of their element (no pun intended). their water venus’ sacrificing nature may drive their earth’s need for security. 

Seokjin Scenario: Don’t You Remember? - Part 1.

Request: A story where You and Jin get into a serious fight. You decide to stay away from home for awhile and Jin surprisingly lets you hurting you a little. You take your daughter with you but your daughter suddenly looks for Jin while you’re both taking some time to cool off. Scared that her parents might separate she secretely calls the members and the boys try to knock some sense to Jin and the two of you decide to talk about your problems and stay together in the end.

Genre: Family / Drama


The faint gleam of Seokjin’s wedding band caught your eyes when he brought his hand towards his hair, his elbows were resting on top of his knees while he let himself fall heavily on the chair he’d pulled harshly from the table. You bit your lower lip and held tighter onto the kitchen counter, reminding yourself to breath, to not be bitter, to not let the cracks spreading wildly along your being make you crumble; but it was hard, it was specifically hard to stop all of that from happening when you couldn’t really recognize the man sitting in front of you as the one who said you could get through everything together because right now and since a while ago, you were far from believing in those words.

Jin looked frustrated and worn out, but so were you. Silence had hovered heavily on top of you and you knew it was just a matter of time before the storm unraveled again, you’d been throwing words back and forth at each other, careful to keep your voices as low as possible because Soojin was asleep upstairs after Jin read her The Little Red Riding Hood, and promised his daughter that evil monsters like the bad wolf only existed in tales.

But nobody spoke about the kind of monster lurking inside your house and souls, the kind of monster who didn’t have shape but instead had a quite unwieldy presence, the one who tore and wrecked everything on his reach and that could leave him looking down at the floor with his hands on his head and trying to control his jagged breath. Maybe this wasn’t the moment to talk about the sort of abysm in which your relationship was, or how it felt like it wasn’t strong anymore, how none of you seemed to feel content with the other; and perhaps it was just routine taking its toll on you, a little lack of support, and forgetting to put yourselves in the other’s shoes, mixed with more sleepless nights than the ones you could deal with what made you feel angry, disappointed, and frustrated all the same, mixture that had you, without a doubt, bursting at the seams.

–I’ve been doing the best I can Y/N… everything…– Jin took a shallow breath and tried to ease away some of the tension on his jaw but it was worthless, it was only draining to keep snapping at each other for the smallest of things, turning everything into mountains settling your further apart each time. Jin heard your quiet huff and looked up at you, feeling the tension increasingly heavier. –You think I haven’t? I just don’t understand you anymore –

He stood up harshly and observed you shaking your head. –Because you’re not even trying… it’s like the effort isn’t there anymore… –

–Am I not Y/N? How dare you say that? – he approached you this time, staying at mere centimeters from you. Your chest was heaving and your eyes were red, but Jin had reached the point in which he just couldn’t back off, he couldn’t even though he knew both of you were only hurting the other.

–Because I have all the reasons to! – you spat with your teeth clenched, you were trembling and he could see it. –We’ve just been swimming around this black hole that we have become! We don’t even do half of the things we did together before, we barely talk anymore Jin… and you have just been trying to ignore that –

–Yeah, because you have not been doing just that too – he couldn’t believe how bitter those words tasted on his tongue. Your hands were fisted tightly and he was sure you were hurting yourself with your nails. Then you moved past him and walked away, which only earned a wry laugh form him. –That’s right, go ahead and run, that’s all you do when things get ugly –

You stopped at the threshold and looked at him with anger all over your face, the face he used to wake up next to but not anymore because it felt like ages since the last time you woke up in the arms of the other. –If everything I do is run then all you do is ignore, and we’re both idiots for trying to pretend otherwise –

You pressed an accusing finger against his chest, Seokjin moved your hand away from it and held your wrists tightly, gone were the softness of those fingers on your skin because now they sank painfully on your flesh. –I hate when you do that and you know it, so stop it right now–

Jin was so close and so angry, you could see it in his eyes, in the deafening rumble of his voice, and for a moment you wondered if you should feel scared of him, but it only angered you more that you could be thinking that, that everything escalated so quickly into this point, or fell most likely because you’d only been on a free fall lately and you didn’t know how to stop it.

–Don’t talk to me like that! – you shoved him away and felt your tears burning on your cheeks.

–Mommy? – the sweet sleepy voice of your daughter made both of you freeze in front of the other, and then Soojin stood on the kitchen threshold with her eyes watered down.

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The signs as cities

Aries: The low, wide Aries city sits upon a series of hills.  People race through the streets on bicycles, skateboards, and the like.  Everything moves so quickly that it’s impossible to know what was always there and what has just arrived. Friends laugh loudly and proudly as they crowd in the heavy alleys, observing all sorts of illegal activities.  A parade pours out of the park and pulses through the streets.

Taurus: No one knows for sure when the Taurus city came to be, but it’s been a very long time.  The houses are covered in crawling vines and oak trees hang over the roads.  Cars click against the cobble stone as a couple dips their toes into one of the city’s many fountains.  Down by the riverfront, a jazz band serenades a passing boat.   The scent of magnolia floats through the sticky air and lands in the hair of a girl eating funnel cake.

Gemini: Electric, rapid, and modern, the Gemini city is shiny and new.  Movers and shakers hone their respective crafts in its silver towers.  The greenery below lends a bit of tranquility to the otherwise energetic population. Intelligence is the norm and everyone’s up to something.  Whatever this city imagines, it creates, and it breathes new life into itself over and over.  Like a forest, it goes only up.

Cancer: Sometimes it doesn’t seem like a city at all, but there are so many sweet stories being told in the Cancer city that it couldn’t be anything else. People kiss on quiet corners and tend to secret gardens.  Silent smiles settle onto stern faces as the moon climbs up into the clear sky and shines down on a harpsichordist sitting alone in the park.

Leo: The gilded, golden Leo city is anything but subtle.  Its ornate architecture is complemented by its stylish citizens who spend their evenings in the velveteen opera house.  Plenty of secrets lie beneath the surface and there is a seemingly endless cast of characters.  Intrigue, excitement, and warmth keep this city alive through the toughest of times.  Some say there is even a hero who watches over it all.

Virgo: Trees grow abundantly in the Virgo city.  Due to the dense foliage, the streets are sometimes hard to navigate, but everyone here always ends up wherever they want to go.  It rains often but the people don’t mind; they like how the mist rolls along the silver streets.  It is clear that the city is divinely designed, for everything fits perfectly together.  Green trees and gray clouds both conceal and maximize the fantastical beauty.

Libra: Gorgeous and gleaming, the skyscrapers of the Libra city glisten in the heat of the summer sun.  Some prance on the beaches while others dance in their pastel palaces.  Rollerbladers speed along the boardwalk past the girls in bikinis as the sun sets.  A DJ sets up on the beach and begins to flood the city with sweet cotton candy sounds.  Somehow, there is no misfortune, and everyone has their fill.

Scorpio: A hot wind blows through the steaming streets of the Scorpio city. Constantly shifting from the old to new and back again, there is a palpable sense of something big happening.  The young flock to the many underground clubs and bars and dance on rooftops while the old wander their crumbling castles, glasses of wine in hand.  The windows are always kept open.

Sagittarius: Everything seems to pop in the Sagittarius city.  It is loud, brash, and undeniably exciting.  Due to its gigantic size, parts of the city seem to be mildly dilapidated, but are nevertheless impressive.  It is filled with international influence and all sorts of new scents, sounds, and scenes unfold on the streets. Someone is always up to something.

Capricorn: In the daytime, the Capricorn city is cold and unforgiving.  It is a place where only the truly tough do well.  Yet for every bleak prospect it leaves in the day time, it is forgiven in the night, as the city grows silent.  The seemingly stark streets glow for the few who dare to walk them, as they discover the many hidden and beautifully cultivated gems that this city has to offer.

Aquarius: The Aquarius city is stubbornly strange.  Some time ago, things started getting weird around here, and everyone just went with it and now there’s no turning back.  Sartorially, there is no such thing as too much (or too little, for that matter).  Buildings are modeled after things like flowers and spaceships.  A river runs through the center of the city so there is a constant flow of ideas and improvement.

Pisces: In the Pisces city, people flock to sacred spaces.  A sprawling garden gives a home to the romantics while the intellectuals head to the libraries. Although the city is in a grave desert, the temperature is always mild.  Families spend evenings hazily floating in their pools as the sun paints the arid city pink. Swans swim in the park’s pond alongside couples in paddle boats.