#they connect well together.. unintentionally..

[zzzenmui]

3 Northern Wizards (Idiots) or Something

[delightfuldevin]

BIG BRAIN LORE MOMENT DARE I SAY HUUUUGE BRAIN

Adding a cut cause I want to. It’s not that long, but I do feel like I’m kinda rambling a bit lol

Okay okay. The Stars and Fire/Thunder Gods are the source of magic on the world right? Right. But life? That started on the Moon. And the cubic moon rocks found on the planet (which fell from the Moon) contain Power Moons. Therefore, Power Moons are a power source that was created on the Moon. Initially I considered Power Moons to be of a similar origin as Power Stars (originating from space and falling to the Mushroom Planet as meteors), but I now have reason to believe that they are entirely separate things. Stay with me here, I promise I’m going somewhere with this.

There is an item shaped like a Moon known as the 3-Up Moon, which gives extra lives. I’d say it’s reasonable to assume the 3-Up Moon is related to the Power Moon. Therefore, Power Moons have the ability to give life. There is no item shaped like a Star that gives extra lives, at least as far as I’m aware. This makes the power of Moons and Stars fundamentally different. Stars are indeed extremely powerful, but they are not shown to be able to create or give life.

The important take away here is that Power Moons have the ability to give life and animal life began on the Moon itself. This “Moon Magic” is the source of all life!! Even plant life, which must’ve evolved on the planet itself, likely didn’t start evolving until after the Moon Rocks fell, bringing with them the Moon’s life energy.

Let’s also not forget about the supposed “Moon Goddess” mentioned in the Moon Kingdom’s brochure. The Wedding Hall on the Moon was supposedly made in her honor. If her power created life, a wedding hall dedicated to her would actually make a lot of sense cause marriage is meant to join lives together in an unbreakable bond.

This is suuuch a big deal for my lore stuff! I finally have a source for the beginnings of life!! With so little knowledge about the original Moon Kingdom and the origins of life, it makes sense that most species of the modern day are probably completely unaware of the Moon Goddess’s role in creating life (many probably don’t even think she exists). Pretty much no one worships her in current times. Though maybe the rabbits do now, since they colonized the Moon (I am of the belief that the rabbits were the first to travel to the Moon from the planet and discover the remnants of its ancient kingdom; the original inhabitants were not rabbits themselves).

Now, since the Moon’s power is within its rocks, it also stands to reason that living rock species like Thwomps and their relatives are probably the closest to the source. I’m not sure what having the most life energy would mean, but whatever it means, Thwomps have it. For one thing, it probably means that they don’t require sustenance, as they can survive simply off of the abundance of Moon power they already have. It should also probably make them extremely resilient, which checks out as many rock species are invincible or near-invincible.

Oh, another thing is that items like the 1-Up Mushroom that give extra lives must be a form of Moon Magic as well. Star Magic can heal, but it can’t revive, so that must be the work of the Moon Goddess. They’re still grown like all Power Ups and nobody knows that their origin isn’t Star Magic, similar to Fire and Thunder Flowers.

And finally, despite referring to it as “Moon Magic”, no one is actually capable of using it. Its only known ability would be creating life, which is a bit much for mortals to handle.

Alright that’s all. So endlessly excited about having come up with this!! To think I’d actually be able to figure out a nice neat lil origins of life story! I love headcanons

[sugurusbadhabit]

mdni 18+

cw: impact play

You’ve been riding Satoru for god knows how long now. Load after load of frothy cum pours from your cunt, coating your cramping thighs and mixing with the sheen of sweat that coats your body. 

His hands grip your waist, urging you to go faster but your hips falter, no strength left in them to keep going. Your body sags into his, chests heaving and sticking together. 

“I-I can’t,” you mutter, breathless. 

“Slap me,” Satoru requests plainly, like he’s asking you to pass him something you’re closer to. 

“What?” You ask, his request shocking you into sitting back up and unintentionally taking him deep again, the sensitive tip of his cock hitting your cervix just right enough to have you both groaning. 

“I said, slap the shit out of me.” He pats your hip and gives you a small nod of encouragement. 

“Toru,” you sigh, shaking your head. “I’m not going t-” 

“Scared you’re gonna hurt me?” he teases at your hesitation. “C’mon, baby, do your worst.” That stupid smirk spreads across his stupid handsome face and well... 

Might as well cash in all those times you’ve wanted to smack it right off his face. 

His hips jolt up into you when your hand connects with his face, red blooming under his already flushed skin. 

“Fuck, baby.” His pupils are blown wide with the sudden surge of adrenaline, his thighs trembling as he tries to fuck up into you. “Again.”

“You’re sick,” you giggle, but oblige him nonetheless, the smack! of your hand landing echoing off the walls. 

[teacuplps]

to love me is to suffer me ⸻ kim juhoon

( 💌 ) juhoon wants to be the one who takes care of you this time

( tags ) wc: 3.3k ⋆ juhoon x implied f!reader ⋆ established relationship au ⋆ angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ college (?) oneshot ⋆ author’s note at the end ⋆ skinship (jju and reader share a bed but it’s strictly sfw ) ⋆ warnings❕16+ because reader is #going through it in this one lowkey — portrayals of ptsd, psychological distress, depression, disassociation, && implications of self harm

The bathroom floor is so cold.

Ceramic tiles stinging wherever your skin touches them, and the hum of the exhaust fan buzzing in your ears are all that reassure you you’re still here. It makes you remember that somewhere inside you, the physiological mechanisms are continuously churning away; your heart’s still beating, your blood’s still rushing, your lungs are still contracting and pushing life into you. 

Juhoon had told you about all of these things once. 3am in his dorm months ago, it was another late study night with your favourite melodies playing softly in the back. 

“All the little cells love you so bad, they don’t take a break for even a second.” He had noted, secretly more to you, than himself and his anatomy inscriptions. “They’re just happy to keep working and working so you stay alive. Isn’t that sweet?”

Unintentionally, hearing that had warmed something in you, then. That he had believed you were deserving of love, even as he did a task as miniscule as biology homework. 

You had been eager to oblige in aiding Juhoon in his studies. Laid out on his soft sheets, as he traced your bone structure according to the diagrams of his textbook. Pointing out crevices of where your organs and bodily structures were, his hands tickling your skin everywhere he touched. 

“Stop squirming,” Juhoon had told you with a knowing smile. The way he caressed you was intentional, of course. The guy simply adored having you there, all to himself, giggling as if the two of you shouldn’t have been focused on up-coming midterms instead. 

“This is where your sternum would be.” He had said, tracing down your chest. “It connects to each of your ribs, basically like the cage around your heart, you know?” 

You had only been half-listening to what Juhoon was saying, paying attention to how he looked with his glasses on more. It was a rare sight; saved for your study dates. 

“That’s where you live too,” You responded, referring to his hand, which was then on the left side of your chest. It was a joke, but neither of you would’ve minded if he did stay there forever.

Right now, this memory seems faraway from you. Distant. You’re beginning to wonder if it even happened.

You need to get up. You know you do. You had tonight all planned: come home from class, freshen up, catch up on work, force yourself to eat, call Juhoon, sleep early. 

Almost like on auto-pilot, it was the routine that prevents you from spiralling back—from relapsing into the habit of creeping into your past; into the carefully tucked away, locked up, and wanting-to-be-gone memories of that time of your life. 

You were doing so well. Six months have passed since you even thought of that past version of you. Not a single tear shed for her. Not a single minute wasted longing to go back and fix things. 

Until today. Life had given you a taste of what peace could look like—half a year’s trial, to be precise—, and then dangled the reminder of the opposite right in front of your eyes. You don’t even know what it was that set it off. Was it the weather? Does your body recognise it’s this time of the year? Or are people like you simply destined to not step into the realm of happy, loving, lives like Juhoon’s? 

The reminder of him again almost shifts something in you. 

You were meant to call him.

You want to.

You want to hear his voice. The most blunt vocabulary in the world to everyone else, but to your ears only, comes the sweetest whispers in the long nights you spend together. 

Kim Juhoon—the boy with the softest eyes, and even softer smile—who came crashing into your life the day you decided you had to pick yourself up. Unintentionally, it was like life was giving you one last chance. 

‘Here’s a beautiful boy,’ it said. ‘Love him, and don’t mess it up.’ 

But It’s a cruel game the world wants to play sometimes; you know now you weren’t ready for him. You don’t think you’ll ever be. Not when he’s on to do and achieve so much, and you’re… Well, you’re just here. Not even capable enough of getting yourself up from this unfriendly, numbing, floor. 

To the outside eye, it looks like something awful had happened. Your body lying there, under the bright lights of the bathroom, with no intention of moving. 

Which is why, Juhoon’s first thoughts when he finds you like that, jumped immediately to assuming the worst. 

His breathing hitched, and fear spiked in him so hard he had to lean on the doorframe to hold himself up. With trembling limbs, shaking his head frantically in disbelief, Juhoon crouches down over you and reaches out a hand to cup your face, repeating your name with a quivering voice. 

The relief he feels as he recognises the steady pulse at the base of your neck, washes over him like waves in the open sea. He was so scared. For a split-second, he thought he was too late.

Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the beams of light above you. A figure blurring in and out in front of them.

Juhoon relishes in seeing the flutter of your lashes. They’re another movement of proof you were still alive. Give me more, he begs silently, let me know you’re with me.

“Juhoon?” Your voice croaks out.

“Hey,” But it comes out of him like a choke. He tries again.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” Juhoon’s voice, only a little more stable, is something you can finally recognise after hours being alone, and you clutch onto it with all you can. “Are you hurt?”

Yes.

You don’t want to admit it out loud, though. There’s no blood pouring out of you. No bruises nor any indication of physical harm, so what would be the point? 

“I was just thinking about you,” You respond, deciding ignoring his question would be easier. 

He only lets out a soft, defeated breath. 

Juhoon’s face is all wrong today, you think to yourself. His lips, which are normally hydrated with your shared mint lip vaseline, are dry and turned downwards. His lovely smile, nowhere to be seen. 

His eyes keep glancing between yours, almost searching for a hidden message he’s meant to unlock, to know what happened, to know how you got here. 

Juhoon’s eyebrows are also furrowed, lines in between them that are only meant to be there when he takes a bite out of something delicious. If you could shake your head, you would. If you could do a lot of things, you would. 

Instead, you slowly lift a hand, pressing your thumb onto his forehead, as if wanting to rub away all the wrinkles.

“I was thinking about you too,” Juhoon whispers back. He takes his free hand and connects it with yours, moving them away from his head, and letting them rest on your lower stomach. “You didn’t call, and James said you looked like a ghost in class today. I got worried.” 

Guilt begins to eat at you. Curling yourself in, you look away. You never wanted anyone to see you like this, but especially not Juhoon. 

Knowing now that you’re not physically injured, Juhoon gently shifts the hand on your neck to the back of your head, lifting it up. Then, he moves his arm down and across your back until he has a hold of your shoulder, as he lets go of his other hand to curl around the back of your knees.

Even with your attempts of protest, Juhoon picks you up swiftly, with all the ease in the world. His warm arms are such a stark difference to the tiles you spent so long on, your head automatically rests where his chest meets his shoulder. 

The air is different when the two of you step out of the bathroom. It’s suddenly easier to breathe now, or maybe it’s just his presence. Either way, you let Juhoon carry you to your dark bedroom; too tired to move, too tired to leave. 

Setting you down on the bed, Juhoon lets your hamburger lamp breathe to life, its setting low enough to not scare away midnight vulnerabilities. He had gifted it to you last Valentines day, wanting your room to be brighter when he’s not there. 

Your head hits a pillow, and your immediate thought is that it’s not as warm as Juhoon. He’s sitting next to you now, watching quietly as your chest rises up and down. Evidence of you being okay, real, and here, in front of him. 

Using the excuse of getting you something warm to drink, Juhoon steps out from your sight of vision.  

He needs to take a moment. Bracing himself against the cool kitchen island, deep heave of breaths are coming out of him, mind racing at what he’s supposed to do, at what’s meant to help. 

He’s only an eighteen year old boy. Still a kid, at most. All he has is his love. 

Juhoon looks upwards. He’s faced with a blank ceiling, of course, but if in the chance there’s a window that’s connecting him to a God, or the universe, or anyone who’ll listen, Juhoon looks directly in their eyes and prays for his love to be enough. 

He comes back with a steaming mug of earl grey tea. Placing it on the side table next to your bed to cool down, Juhoon braces himself to hear what comes next.

The sound of your name coming out of his mouth is hushed. So faint you would’ve missed it if you weren’t so equally focused on him. Juhoon grounds you, you’ve realised. Juhoon heals. 

You tilt your head in response.

“What’s going on?” He asks, hesitantly. Juhoon has an idea of what occurred. You haven’t told him all of the details of your past, but he knows it still haunts you every now and then; when things go static between you two, he’s recognised it as you wanting some time alone.

But this. This was different. Seeing you like that? He never wants you to feel the way you’re feeling right now ever again.

You don’t know how to answer Juhoon for a few moments. There are things you just can’t speak about. Things you don’t want to say out loud, for if you do, they’ll surround you even more. Repressing them until you’ve been in a safe-haven has worked for so long, but it’s about time they’ve finally come into unrest. 

You look away from Juhoon for the first time tonight, and he’s afraid he’s lost you again. He repeats your name once more as a question, trying to bring you back to him.

But your eyes seem to be somewhere else. Somewhere he can’t reach. 

“Everything just hurts, so much, Juhoon.” Tears are brimming on your waterline. “And I don’t want to hurt anymore.” You haven’t let yourself feel this in so long, you’re overwhelmed at how much it takes out of you. Was there really a time you used to feel this way everyday? 

Seeing you cry was always Juhoon’s weak spot. Something about you being so sad, it brings you to tears, pinches at his heart in a way nothing else can. He can only shake his head and swallow hard, willing himself to not let his own tears fall out too. The things you’re implying; he can’t bear to even imagine it.

“I didn’t know things were getting bad again. Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I guess, I didn’t either. I was doing really good.” 

He nods. You were. He saw it in the way you woke up every morning with hope. In the way you showed your love, your gratefulness, and your gentleness to the world that wasn’t as kind to you. 

“You still are.” Juhoon voices, but neither of you are sure if you believe, or even hear him.

“This feeling, Jju.” You start. “It’ll always come back to me, won’t it? I’m tired of how tied it all is to me.”

Juhoon almost doesn’t want to register the things you’re telling him. He just wants to cut away at everything you think you believe you’re bound to. 

“I think…” He takes his time with his thoughts. “You’re right. What you went through, it’ll be a part of you for a long time, sure. But that doesn’t mean it’ll always hurt this much either.”

Juhoon leans back to take hold of the mug, handing it to you as he continues. “Everyday’s been easier than the day before. That’s something you’ve told me yourself. I think today, you just needed me to remind you of that.”

A small shake of your head as you sit up. “Yesterday was way easier than today,” You mumble between sips. 

“Then… today doesn’t count. There gets to be days that don’t count,” Juhoon reassures you, nodding to himself too. 

“Says who?” 

“Me. Juhoon. And you trust me, right?” 

“I do,” You nod solemnly. 

“So, let me make the rules. Today doesn’t count in terms of yesterday. But it does for tomorrow. Tomorrow will be easier, and that’s something to keep going for, isn’t it?” 

Rationally, you knew whatever Juhoon said wouldn’t instantly make you feel better. It’d be selfish of you to put it all onto him. But to hear him attempt to make sense of the feelings you don’t even understand yourself, was enough to make the ends of your mouth tip up, ever so slightly. 

“Some flaws in that logic of yours, Jju.” 

“I’m not too concerned with its coherence right now.” He says simply.

That gets a small smile out of you, even if it doesn’t reach your eyes. 

“Guess we’ll have to wait ‘til tomorrow to see if you’re right.” 

“Maybe the day after too, y’know… just for good measure.” He replies, with a hopeful, familiar smile of his own.

He looks more right now. More like your Juhoon again. 

You’re so grateful he’s here. 

Would you still have been on the floor if he wasn’t? 

You used to spend hours there. No one had ever come like that before. Picked you up and tucked you into bed like this. You considered it a task you had to do on your own. 

Eventually you would’ve had the strength to pull yourself up. So, in a way, you knew, without Juhoon, you would’ve in time been fine. 

But the fact that he was here, changed things. 

You do want to see a tomorrow. You want to see the days after tomorrow too, to a great extent, if they come with Juhoon.

His entire presence in your life, after all, was proof in itself that the days can get easier. 

“Finished?” Juhoon asks, taking you out of your thoughts again, and referring to the now empty mug. 

You nod, a quiet thanks escaping as he places it back on the side table for later. 

You watch Juhoon for a moment, before shuffling over to make more space for him. Juhoon wouldn’t have minded staying in his previous position, it’s uncomfortability and all, if it meant he could keep talking to you. Nonetheless, he’s relieved at the permission to be closer. 

Shrugging himself out of his typical Adidas jacket, and running a hand through his hair, he slips in under the sheets next to you, his knee nudging yours beneath the blankets. 

It’s quiet again now, and you’re both unsure of if the silence is its good or bad kind. 

You want to run away and hide. Juhoon promises himself to make sure he’s with you, always. 

You want him to stay. Juhoon wonders if you’d prefer to be alone. 

It’s a confusing circle the two of you are spinning yourselves in. 

Before, finally;

“I’m not in the mood to do anything tonight. Maybe you should go back to your dorm, Juhoon.” 

“No.” He says without a thought. His voice isn’t harsh, only stubbornly tender. 

“No?”

“Nope.” Juhoon brushes strands of hair out of your eyes, his palm finding itself resting on your cheek again to let him take you in. 

“For once, stop thinking about me. I’ll take care of you now, okay?” He finalises. “Maybe we should watch a movie or something...” 

The conversation has moved on so suddenly, but you know what he’s trying to say. I’m not going anywhere. Let me be here with you. 

Okay, Juhoon. You answer in your own head. Thank you. I love you.

Maybe he hears your words, maybe he doesn’t. It’s enough for Juhoon that you’ve silently allowed him to stay. He loves you so much more. 

“No movie tonight,” You reply. 

You’re about to apologise; for declining his attempts of helping, for being too much, for being picky, when he’s just trying his best. But Juhoon, who knows you like the lines on the insides of his palms, simply shakes his head. And so, you don’t say anything after that. Worries of saying ‘sorry’ getting swallowed back down your throat.

“That’s okay, too.” 

Another beat of silence. 

There’s so much you want to say to him, unknowing that there’s so much he wants to say to you back. 

I don’t deserve you, Juhoon. You shouldn’t be wasting your time dealing with the mess that I am.

There’s nowhere else he’d rather be than here tonight.

I’m sorry I’m like this.

He loves you either way.

Can you be here when I wake up?

Juhoon’s secretly hoping you’ll let him sleep over. He doesn’t want to leave you to your devices again. Not when he can be here instead.

If only the two of you knew how perfectly aligned you are about it all. Though, perhaps these things could be left unsaid too; letting the intimacy of him simply being here with you, speak for itself. 

“Why don’t you sleep, then?” Juhoon offers. It was the next best thing he could think of. 

Surrendering yourself to slumber is something you normally don’t let yourself venture towards. You know it results in hours of tossing and turning, your conscious never pausing for a second to remind you of everything that’s gone wrong.

But with Juhoon here, being alone in the dark doesn’t seem as daunting anymore. Underneath the blanket, your hands have found the bottom of his white shirt, fingers mindlessly fiddling with the ends of the hems.  

A small nod.

And then;

“Will you hold me?” 

The way your voice sounds, it almost breaks him. Juhoon can’t respond to this; he knows his voice will crack if he does, and he wants to be strong for you tonight. 

Juhoon shifts towards you, wrapping himself around your frame and pulling you close. There are heartbeats on either side of your chests now. 

Your face is in the crook of his neck, and you feel his lips gently press themselves on your forehead. 

Once. 

Twice. 

They keep coming and coming.

You count them like sheep, until you lose the tally.

Your mind is oceans away from schoolwork—tomorrow’s problem, you tell yourself—but similarly to Juhoon and his anatomy notes, you can't help the memory of physics from crawling into this moment between you and him. 

Weber’s law denotes differences in sensations as just noticeable. 

You can see the difference in the light between your bathroom and your lamp. One is warmer. 

You can measure the difference in the temperature between when Juhoon first gave you your tea twenty minutes ago, and how it is now. One is easier to hold. 

You can feel the difference in how heavy things are, between when Juhoon’s not here, and when he is. One comes with a steady heartbeat and soft kisses to drift you off to your dreams. 

#🫖: if you made it this far thank you for reading ☹️💌

bit too self indulgent w this one sorry chat 😓 i wrote it after a bathroom floor spiralling session where i was like hmmm wouldn’t it be nice if i had a beautiful kim juhoon to hold me rn 😭😭🙏🙏 THE VOICES 🗯️🗯️🗯️🗯️🗯️

…idk if she will ever see this bc i’m not tagging (# too nervous to / i don’t want to force someone to read a work of mine that’s a bit more heavy) but i do want to say this was written for seulbi 🫂 i can’t put into words what her works do to me 😵‍💫 it’s clear she uses writing as her outlet, which is what made me open to trying it out for myself 😭 if that makes sense 😭

anyways this is her profile ^•^ if you liked this , you would like her works too: miseulgaru 🤍

[nootalue]

hiiii, if you would like, i have a request for idol Martin x idol reader. they are just a cute couple and reader is like a mini version of martin, super cool dresses how she wants, loud, fun all that. she can also be a producer if you want to add anything like them being in the studio together. but overall just something cute between us they could be public if you'd like its up to you, just something fun! :)

just like me ⋆⭒˚.⋆

synopsis : you’re practically a clone of your boyfriend, both full of self expression with the same passion for producing music. pairing : martin x idol!reader

genre : fluff

warnings : none

a/n : my first time writing for a request ! hopefully u like it, i had fun writing it !!

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It was yet another late night in the studio, both you and Martin having spent hours working on a new song together. This was nothing new for the two of you, your shared interest in music complimenting each other’s perfectly. With each lyric and each beat, a stronger connection was built, as if music was forming a tie between you. Unfortunately, you both had limits and couldn’t write songs forever.

A yawn broke the flow you had going on, which led to your boyfriend letting out a laugh at the sight. “You good?” Martin asked you with a tilt of his head, seemingly still hyper despite how long you had been working.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you brushed off any kind of concern, wanting to keep coming up with lyrics.

Martin gave you a look, showing that he knew it was about time you guys stopped and left.

“I’m tired too, let’s wrap things up,” he gave you a smile, one that you’ve seen plenty of times when he figures you out with just a look.

You two were practically the same person, so it’s only natural for him to be able to pick up on any cues you might unintentionally send. Your minds worked the same, perfectly in sync some might say.

Before Martin, you didn’t really believe in soul ties or soulmates, but he changed everything for you in a heartbeat.

The second you were put in the same studio as him to work on something due to your shared idol status, you felt like you had really met your match. There was a connection between you that had never compared to anything you might’ve felt with anyone else. While that might just be because of your similarities, it didn’t really lessen the impact it made on you.

It was like two puzzle pieces fitting together.

“Man, okay,” you huffed, knowing there was no point in fighting him on it now that he had seen your tiredness.

You helped clean up, grabbing your stuff before leaving the studio together and walking to the place you were staying at while CORTIS was performing in the city. It was really close by, so there wasn’t any point in calling a ride. Plus you had your very own bodyguard, as long as you could avoid any paparazzi.

Even then, it wasn’t much of a big deal. You two had been recognized by the public as a couple a while ago, especially when the idea was so well-received when rumors started stirring. It was unexpected, but you were happy you didn’t have to hide your relationship.

As the cold air hit you, your arms lifted to hug yourself, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling. Martin noticed this, a snicker leaving him.

“Cold?” He teased, nudging you.

“Shut up, I didn’t dress for this weather!” You returned, glaring up at him as you walked.

Your outfit was definitely not one for the night air. You didn’t really consider the weather when putting it on, it was just something you wanted to wear. Plus, it was worth pulling through so you could have a cool outfit on.

Rather than replying right away, Martin slid his jacket off, instead setting it on your shoulders to shield you from the cold. “Here, ‘cause I’m such a gentleman.”

You looked up at him to object, only to falter for a moment when you saw his big smile. “Thank you, so humble,” you laugh brightly at his words.

“Always,” he replied, taking your hand in yours now that you were settled with his jacket.

—

Once you reached your shared room, you felt the exhaustion hit you almost immediately, the comfort of seeing your bed sending relief through you. “I’m so sleepy,” you groaned, setting your stuff down lazily.

“And you said you were good, liar,” he shook his head jokingly, helping you take his jacket off, followed by a quick kiss on the head. “You’d be overworked and burnt out if it weren’t for me.”

You blushed at the affection from him, your cheeks burning red as laughter made its way past your lips. “I could say the same for you,” you shot back.

“Good thing we have eachother then, huh?” He replied smoothly, a stupid grin on his face like he knew just how much he had an effect on you.

“Shut up!” You flushed, rushing to get away from him before he came up with anymore lines.

—

Once you had both settled in, ready to get some rest, you were sitting in bed, going over stuff you had coming up. You were pretty booked as your group had a fansign coming up on top of the work you were putting in on producing a new album.

Martin wasn’t any better off, CORTIS had a lot coming up, performances, interviews, a fansign. It was there first time in this city, so it makes sense for there to be so much planned.

“Did your guys’ manager tell you we have a challenge booked together?” You asked him, leaning against him as you got comfortable.

“Wait, actually?” His face seemed to light up at the news, and while he was already smiling, it only grew as he cheered. “I didn’t know that, let’s go!”

You couldn’t help but match his excitement despite being tired, it was hard not to when that same high energy was already a part of you. “I know! I’m so hyped, and hopefully our music will be getting finalized by then,” you matched his grin, nodding.

“If we lock in, which we always do, we’ll be almost done for sure,” he agreed, the same glow he always had on his face when he talked about music.

That was yet another thing you two had in common. Whenever you were given the opportunity to talk about your work with music, it was like you were in your element. There was never a day where you didn’t enjoy the experience you had being an idol, because you were able to achieve your passion.

“Hey, weren’t you just tired?” Martin asked shortly after he last spoke, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Let’s get some sleep, I’m tired too.”

A few murmured complaints left your lips but they were cut off rather quickly by Martin pulling you down with him so you were both lying down, rather than sitting against the headboard of the bed.

It wasn’t long before you were comfortable beside each other, the comfort of his closeness bringing back the wave of tiredness you were feeling before.

“Night,” Martin murmured with a yawn, that same feeling hitting him.

“Night.”

[oliveespineapples]

And if I said that Lucas clocking byler is more than just the meme and has actually been intended from the start? walk with me, walk with me, sinclairgate is real just walk with me

We know that Lucas is a big part of Mileven getting together in season 1 because of the teasing he tosses towards Mike, unintentionally compelling him to romantically love El. Blah blah, compulsory heterosexuality, y’all know the drill. Lucas implanted the idea that Mike should romantically love El into Mike's head, and Mike went with it to seem “as normal as possible”

Plus, all the other instances in season 1 where his character contrasts Mike's -- yes that's seen with their views of El but it's also seen in the belief that Will is alive or not. Like in this scene when they drag his body out of the lake:

Or the scene where Mike is showing Lucas and Dustin how El can tune into Will using the radio. Lucas says that it's the baby monitor next door, and Mike says:

Etc etc. Lucas is also present in both the main S1 homophobic bullying scenes where Mike is indirectly called gay (Dustin is also present but this is mostly just important because it confirms Lucas knows about the rumors surrounding Will's sexuality)  

Point being, Lucas is well aware of how protective Mike is of Will. I don't think he projected Mileven onto Mike because he genuinely thought Mike and El loved each other, but because he was conforming to heteronormativity in his own way (plus, his feelings surrounding El in general during season 1 were negative and he probably just wanted to tease Mike about something). Throughout the rest of the series, his assumption is challenged. 

Let's move into a section I've delightfully named “moments of Lucas Sinclair coming this close to clocking Byler in Stranger Things”

Ghostbusters parallel with Venkman and Dana 

We all know this scene -- Mike and (conveniently) Lucas both accidentally dress as Venkman and Mike gets mad about it. I think we should also all know how this parallels Byler, with Mike being Venkman and Will being Venkman's love interest, Dana, who's possessed by a similar mindflayer creature (I've never seen ghostbusters, apologies if this explanation is crap). 

You know who would also know that parallel? Lucas. 

I mean, come on. The whole point of this scene is how much the core four are super nerdy compared to everyone else at their middle school and you're telling me that Lucas isn't able to connect the dots and realize who's who in this “Only one of us can be Venkman!” scenario? If Bylers can do it, I'm sure Lucas can as well. 

2. Sauna / lingerie scenes 

Again pretty infamous scenes so I won't go in and explain all of it, but just the contrast between the two has got to be clear. 

When Lucas said “I think I just threw up in my mouth” at the old man sauna, note that neither Will nor Mike said anything back. What's a normal, heterosexual response to such a comment? “Yeah, dude, gross.” Not silence. Also take in Mike and Will's petrified expressions, compared to Lucas' more curious one. 

Lucas isn't stupid, and I ultimately don't think their reactions went over his head. Maybe in the moment he thought it was just odd, but later on the why it seemed off definitely became clearer to him. 

3. Rain fight! 

Lucas serves less purpose narratively in these scenes, but it's really his presence that's important. He sees El break up with Mike and he sees how Mike treats Will. He encourages it in some cases, like when he and Mike are both being sarcastic during Will's post-breakup campaign, but he also sees how quickly Mike tries to fix it directly after. 

While he isn't present for the rain right, he does see who Mike decides to go apologizing to afterwards. What's Lucas thinking about in this scene? Maybe, “Why isn't Mike saying sorry to his girlfriend, who he should care more about if their relationship is really that big a deal?” 

4. Hospital parallels 

It drives me insane how very clearly this parallels the Byler hospital scenes in season two. If Lucas stays by Max's side even in uncertain death no one bats an eye, if Mike does the same with Will it's the end of the world. 

I can't help but think. Wouldn't Lucas make this connection, too? I don't know about y’all but I tend to associate similar events a lot in my mind. Especially since we know that Will is occasionally with Lucas in the hospital visiting Max, it could quite possibly have been on his mind. 

“Hey...didn't Mike do this exact same thing with Will when we were younger? I guess this is how that felt.” Again, he might not know for certain at this point of the two's relationship, but it's building up that steady third wheel-y vibes.

It also is so fucking funny to me just how many times they position Lucas between / beside Byler in season 5: 

He is ALSO there for the whole dick conversation??? Hello?? He witnesses byler glance at each other when robin says she likes dick???

Anyways, now we're in volume one and we're starting to wrap things up. We get this scene where Lucas interrupts Mike and El's “deep and emotional” conversation and refers to them as lovebirds. Hence comes the Mileven look of utter love and admiration for being clocked as lovers! 

This situation reminds me so much of the initial Mileven teasing scene in season 1 where Lucas was teasing Mike about loving El so much he should “marry her”. 

Lucas is teasing Mike here again, but with about five years worth of experience with mileven. At this point he should know that they don't communicate well. He’s also likely got the pieces of Byler forming in his head, even

If you ask me, what tips it over the edge for him is their reactions to being called lovebirds. He already suspected their dysfunction (and possible breakup?), as well as Byler's increasing tension, and that's why he said it -- as a test. That is the final snowball, then this: 

This is the avalanche needed for Lucas to finally realize that two of his best friends are in love with each other. This is where every subtle little scene with Will and Mike finally click for him -- he’s realizing that wait, maybe there’s a reason Mike wanted to be Venkman so bad, or why he stayed by Will’s side in that hospital bed for so long, or why they both had that look on their faces when they were in the lingerie store that one time. 

I think since Lucas is the one who started the idea of Mileven, due to his “why don’t you marry her?” scene in season 1, he's gonna need to be the one who ends it once and for all. Lucas being the second one to clock them also feels important for Mike’s acceptance of Byler, because a lot of his "straightness" has been modeled off Lucas -- like in season one, as I’ve explained, but Mike also seeks guidance from Lucas so much in season 3 when dealing with their girl struggles. And then, I could talk for hours about Lumax parallels. Ultimately if Lucas, the pinnacle of straightness and the main one out of the core four in a healthy straight relationship, senses something is up, then something is definitely up and Mike will have no choice but to listen. 

Maybe the funniest evidence for all of this? Lucas LITERALLY breaking the fourth wall to say this: 

Yes I know it’s not about Byler. Yes it’s still funny. Bro’s seen too many “coincidences” in those past 18 months living next door to Mike...looking at you mwtfdydgate........

In conclusion, he's watching them and has been watching them from season 1 -- he's only just put everything together now.

lucas fucking sinclair, everybody ^

[synastryastrology]

Synastry - Overlays

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Jupiter and the House overlays

Their Jupiter in Your House - and how it makes You feel

1st House – “They make me feel bigger than life”

How They Make You Feel

More confident and expressive when they’re around

Like they see your best self and encourage you to shine

Inspired to grow, learn, or improve your image But also:

You might feel like you have to stay “upbeat” around them

They could unintentionally overlook your flaws or real emotions

Summary: Their presence uplifts your sense of self. They bring positivity and faith in who you are - can at times feel a little too much like “cheerleader energy.”

2nd House – “They make me believe in my worth”

How They Make You Feel

Encouraged to value yourself more

Motivated to improve finances or live more abundantly

Confident about your talents and what you have to offer But also:

They might push you toward extravagance or overspending

You could depend on their approval for your sense of value

Summary: They boost your confidence in what you have and deserve. Their optimism influences your attitude toward money, comfort, and security.

3rd House – “They expand my mind”

How They Make You Feel

Curious, optimistic, and mentally stimulated

Like conversations with them broaden your outlook

Eager to learn, teach, or explore new ideas together But also:

They might talk too much or dominate discussions

You could find their optimism unrealistic at times

Summary: Mental growth and enthusiasm flow easily. Their words make you think bigger and communicate with more confidence.

4th House – “They make my roots feel blessed”

How They Make You Feel

Warm, accepted, and emotionally secure

Like they bring light into your home or private life

Supported in healing family or childhood issues But also:

They might overlook deep emotional complexities

You could idealize them as a “safe place” even when boundaries blur

Summary: They expand your emotional world. Feels nurturing, supportive, and safe - like home becomes happier or more hopeful.

5th House – “They inspire my joy”

How They Make You Feel

Creative, spontaneous, and expressive

Like life is more fun and full of potential

Encouraged to take risks in love, art, or play But also:

They might overindulge or take things lightly

You could get caught up in pleasure and neglect responsibility

Summary: Their presence makes you feel alive and generous with your heart. A playful, magnetic, and inspiring connection.

6th House – “They make daily life brighter”

How They Make You Feel

Inspired to grow through work, service, or wellness

Like your routines or health get a motivational boost

Grateful for their practical optimism But also:

They might overpromise or give advice they can’t sustain

You could feel pressured to “improve” constantly

Summary: They bring positivity into your daily habits. Feels like a productive influence - though sometimes too idealistic about details.

7th House – “They believe in us”

How They Make You Feel

Hopeful and optimistic about partnership

Like they see potential in your union and help you grow together

Open-minded and generous in one-on-one interactions But also:

You might idealize them as the perfect partner

They could avoid conflict or gloss over real issues

Summary: Their energy expands your experience of relationships. Feels encouraging, balanced, and full of faith in teamwork.

8th House – “They expand my depths”

How They Make You Feel

Like they help you understand intimacy, trust, and transformation

Encouraged to face fears or taboos with faith

Emotionally or sexually expansive connection But also:

They could oversimplify or avoid the darker emotional layers

You might depend on them for emotional or financial support

Summary: They bring wisdom and growth through deep emotional or sexual exchange. Can feel healing - or overly idealized.

9th House – “They’re my cosmic teacher”

How They Make You Feel

Inspired to dream big, travel, or explore new philosophies

Like they validate your beliefs or expand them

Open to learning from life with them But also:

They might preach or seem “too sure” of their truth

You could feel inferior if your worldview differs

Summary: They awaken your curiosity about the world and the meaning of life. A shared sense of adventure and higher purpose.

10th House – “They lift my ambitions”

How They Make You Feel

Motivated to grow professionally or chase your goals

Like they see your potential and want you to succeed

Inspired to believe in your own authority But also:

You might feel you have to live up to their high expectations

Their optimism could make practical goals feel abstract

Summary: Their faith in you boosts your career and confidence. Feels like mentorship, motivation, or mutual respect for success.

11th House – “They share my vision”

How They Make You Feel

Excited about future possibilities and big dreams

Supported in your ideals, causes, or community involvement

Encouraged to connect with like-minded people But also:

They might stay too detached or “friend zone” the connection

You could idealize shared dreams without grounding them

Summary: A friendship or alliance that feels inspired and hopeful. They help you dream bigger for your future and collective goals.

12th House – “They awaken my faith”

How They Make You Feel

Spiritually uplifted, protected, or guided by them

Like they understand your inner world without words

Inspired to trust life and surrender control But also:

You might project spiritual ideals onto them

Boundaries can blur; they may feel distant or “too good to be true”

Summary: Feels mystical, healing, and karmic. They expand your compassion and inner peace - but can also stir illusions or confusion.

[bloodlineslut]

mad at me | roman reigns

images/gifs aren’t mine, credits to rightful owners.

pairings: roman reigns x black! reader

warnings: slight arguing, pent up (sexual) frustration, smut, choking, spanking

summary: you and your husband roman have been bumping heads a lot lately, but he has just the thing to set you straight.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: this one is kinda inspired by mad at me by sexyy red. it’s just filthy. that’s it.

“baby, you gone stop this lil’ attitude you been having.” roman firmly tells you while he pours some crown royal over ice. lord knows he needs it.

“my attitude? nah that’s been all you.” you sassily combat his words before flipping your goddess braids over your shoulder and walking up the stairs of your 2-story lavish home. your plan was to just come upstairs to relax and get away from the source of your attitude, but you hear his heavy footsteps not far behind you.

you smack your teeth and roll your eyes as you walk into your shared master bedroom. “roman, i just don’t wanna talk to you right now.” truth be told, you’re not exactly sure why you’ve been mean to him. he hasn’t done anything wrong, really. you just wish he was at home more.

you glance up from your phone to see him firmly put his drink down on the dresser. he walks up to you and quickly takes your phone out of your hands and places it on the same dresser.

“really?” you squint your eyes, looking up at his large figure. he had on black sweatpants and a fitted, black t shirt that displayed his muscles that looked like they were trying to break free. he’s also been getting a little more grey in his beard as the years go by, and it just makes him look even more fine.

“yes, really. baby, i’m getting tired of your lil’ smart ass mouth.” he admits.

your mouth parts a little, surprised that he’s arguing back at you. usually he keeps everything in when you get like this.

“okay well i wouldn’t have a ‘smart ass mouth’ if you didn’t make me mad.” you cross your arms across your chest, unintentionally pushing your breasts together which caught roman’s attention for a split second.

he licked his lips, but returned back to his upset expression on his face.

“but that’s the thing! i don’t know why you’re mad!” his voice raises just a little out of frustration.

you roll your eyes and turn your head to look away from him. “i already told you why i was mad.”

there was silence in the bedroom for a bit, but it felt longer with his eyes on you, raking up and down your body.

“…i know what it is.” roman finally says, stroking his thick beard slowly.

you say nothing, wanting to hear if he finally figured it out.

“you need some of my attention.” he tells you. you rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time today.

ugh, he has such a big ego.

“oh please, roman. if i want attention, i know how to get it.” you rebut his so-called realization.

“yeah, you sure do. i haven’t been home as much, and you just need some attention.”

he walks closer to the edge of the bed, towering over you and brings one of his large hands to your chest, gently and firmly pushing you back to lay on the king-sized bed.

you don’t even have time to let out a smart ass remark because roman captures your soft, plump lips in his. he took the lead in the kiss, caressing your lips, and you could taste the faint presence of the brown liquor. his hands wrapped around your thighs and hooked them around his waist.

you started to bring your hands to his face, but he stopped you and pinned them both to the soft mattress, and at the same time, he softly slipped his tongue into your mouth to start sloppily kissing.

all the anger and irritation that you felt towards him just seemed to melt away in his mouth as his kisses took your breath away. you let out a whimper and breathless moan.

his soft lips left your mouth, but stayed connected to your skin as he trailed open mouth kisses down your jaw, then to your awaiting neck. he licked a hot stripe up your sweet spot, then latched his lips right there and kissed and sucked it.

you bit your swollen lips and tried to break out of the hold that his hands still had on yours, pinned to the bed.

“if i let go, are you gon’ give me any more mouth?” his voice came out deeper than normal, so turned on and horny.

you helplessly shake your head no.

he unpins his hands from yours, but for some reason you keep them there, above your head. he notices this.

“yea, you know what? keep ‘em up there.” his lips leave your neck, trailing over your collarbone, kissing there, and then to your breasts.

“giving me all that damn sass and shit…” he quietly growls out before wrapping his lips around your hard nipple and swirling his tongue around it. your back arches up from the bed and closer to his mouth.

his other hand gently kneads your other breast, rolling the nipple between his thick, strong fingers.

you moaned out at the delicious feeling. it was like the pleasure from your nipples went straight down to your core, making more of your essence leak out of you and onto your pink panties.

roman’s lips kissed across the valley between your breasts and wrapped his lips around the other nipple. his tongue swirling around it and sucking it made your head spin.

“this what you wanted baby?” he looks you dead in your eyes before resuming his delicious attack on your sensitive nipples.

you threw your head back on the bed in pleasure, unable to answer.

his lips left your nipple and you feel both of his strong hands on your waist, flipping you over on your stomach. he grabs your hips, so your ass is in the air.

you feel the bed lighten as he gets off it, but his presence is back just as quickly as it left. he took his sweatpants and boxers off, his heavy cock very erect.

you feel his hands grab and squeeze your cheeks, before landing a spank on one, and it makes you lurch forward a little.

he pulls you right back to where you were. “mm mm. ain’t no running, baby. you been acting like a little brat all week. i’m ‘bout to get all that outta you.” he lands another spank on your other cheek, enjoying watching the cheeks jiggle.

roman hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties and slides them off of your ass, but only pulls them down to stop at your knees.

he pulls your plump cheeks apart, seeing that little hole glistening, dripping, and squeezing around nothing.

“unghh, roman…please?” your voice comes out in a whimper.

“oh, now you wanna be nice?” he laughs. “don’t worry baby, daddy will get you right.” those were the last words you hear before you felt his tongue lick up the length of your pussy.

it invaded all of your wet folds, spreading your wetness everywhere. his large hand grabbed your ass, pulling it away from his mouth, trying to spread you out as much as possible for his tongue.

you couldn’t even think straight, it felt so good. he maneuvered his skilled tongue up and down, slowly, but reaching every part of your pussy.

he then switched between flicking your exposed clit with his tongue and sucking it between his lips to get your taste in his mouth.

“fuck, princess. you always taste so good.” he tells you then resumes back to delicately flicking your fluttering clit. he licked up to your hole, then stuck his tongue inside your pussy.

“oohh roman!” the words came out of your mouth before you realized it. he then got into a motion of moving his tongue in and out of your desperate hole.

this felt too good. you started to move your hips back, fucking his tongue. that made him groan out. “come on baby, just like that.”

you were getting closer to your orgasm just by fucking his tongue when he suddenly pulled away. you looked at him over your shoulder.

“why’d you stop?” you desperately ask him.

he smirks and kneels on the bed behind you. “because i want you to take this dick and come on it.” he says lowly. you feel him rub the head of his heavy cock up and down your slick folds, his other hand resting on your hip.

he does this for too long. “roman please just put it in,” you practically beg him. he doesn’t say anything but makes your wish come true. he slowly slides his thick length inside your tight pussy. he growled lowly at the intense pleasure.

he lets you get adjusted to his size, which he can tell by you not being so tense anymore. you just let your body flop against the bed.

he kept one hand on your hip and brought the other one to your shoulder, getting leverage. the first few thrusts were gentle, making you moan out.

roman wanted you to lose yourself a couple times.

with both hands on your waist now, he increased the strength of his thrusts, but not going too hard. just enough to make you want to run from him because it feels too good.

“i knew you just needed some dick.” his pleasure-filled voice rang out. your face rested against the sheets. your mouth was hanging open, not able to form words, and spit was leaking onto the sheets just like your juices were.

“tell daddy how good i’m digging you out.” roman prompted and slowed his thrusts to be achingly slow, feeling every ridge, every inch of his cock rubbing against your walls.

“mmm—it feels so good, daddy.” you manage to get out.

he resumed his powerful, deep thrusts while looking at how your ass jiggled with each one. he raised his hand and brought a blow to your ass amid his thrusts. “you better act right after this.” he warns you.

every thrust makes you crave more and more, so you say anything to keep him from stopping.

“i—i will daddy. i’ll be so g—good.” you say in between your moans of pleasure and whimpers.

“alright. let me hit that spot for you, princess.” he forces your back to arch more so he can rub against your g-spot.

he finds it instantly, feeling you clench tighter around him.

“oh fuck! yesss—right there!” you scream out. he dug you out so good it made your head want to explode.

“yeah? come on, princess. you taking that dick so good.” roman kept thrusting at that exact angle. you felt your orgasm quickly building and it finally hit you.

your legs were shaking and you screamed as more of your juices leaked out and onto roman’s dick.

he loved feeling your pussy clamp down on his dick like that and you always creamed too.

he let you ride your high, but then he gently pulled out and switched positions so that he laid on the large bed and you were straddling him. he brought your face down to his and kissed you, while positioning his length to enter you again.

your mouth fell open in pleasure and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. roman wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug and drilled up into your crying pussy.

“oh my god, shit roman! yo—you fuck me so good,” you moan into his ear.

“because you was asking for it, baby.” he released you from his arms and you sat up with his hands on your hips.

now he was making you move up and down. slow, but hard. the combination of different styles made you feel your orgasm start to come quicker than usual. it was so intense you wanted to cry.

roman was looking at you, biting his lip. he brought his hand up to your neck and squeezed just the slightest.

“come on, baby.. fuck yourself so you can come, and i’ll come with you.” roman just always knew what to say to push you over that edge of losing yourself.

you keep bouncing on his throbbing dick and roman feels his balls begin to tighten.

his hips meet your bouncing, more frantic, and your eyes roll back in your head as your orgasm hits you. your walls tighten even more on his thickness, pushing him over the edge too.

your thighs try to close together, but roman keeps them open, his thumb landing on your clit and rubs circles on it to help prolong your orgasm as he comes inside of you.

“fuck…” he lowly says as his mouth hangs open also.

you both try to catch your breath, both of you thoroughly satisfied now. roman gently raises you up off of him, and wraps his arms around you once you’re laying next to him on the bed.

he kisses your forehead and you both are silent, just enjoying each other’s presence. after a while, roman asks you a question.

“did you really just need me?” he says in your ear.

you nod. “…i just missed you. i know you have to work, but—i don’t know. i guess i just let it control me..” you admit as you shyly look at his naked chest, tracing the tribal markings on his skin.

his fingers raise your chin up to look at his eyes. “baby, you can tell me those things.” he says with honesty. you two kiss again.

“hey, next time i’m away, and you miss me…just call me. i always answer.” he says after breaking away from the kiss. “i’ll even talk you through it over the phone.” he winks at you, making you hit his chest playfully and you both laugh before snuggling each other, waiting to fall asleep in each other’s arms.