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kookooluvr · 2 days ago

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OUR LITTLE LIFE — PART 2

moments in your little life with the man of your dreams, from the domesticity found in early morning burnt toast and bedtime kisses to late-night diaper disasters, passive-aggressive arguments about laundry, and him proving that married sex can in fact still break the headboard.

pairing: dad!jungkook x (fem) mom!reader

genre: fluff, smut (angst is barely sprinkled in here and there) family!au, slice of life!au, businessman!jungkook, sahm!reader, lots of cute married couple moments

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

w/c: 3.6k

warnings: little junho gets sick for the first time, very mild angst, jk is in full panic-dad mode, mentions of illness and a high fever, a fussy toddler, jungwoo throws up on jk.

a/n: part 2 is here my lovelies !!! things are still a bit slow for the jeon family but i can assure you that it will start picking up soon 🫶🏼 i love you all and i hope you enjoy (and make sure to like, reblog, comment and shoot me an ask so we can talk about these cuties)

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SERIES MASTERLIST

Evening settles over the house like a blanket, cozy and familiar. The living room glows with the golden light of a single lamp in the corner, casting gentle shadows against the walls. The faint sound of the TV hums in the background, a rerun of something you've both seen too many times but keep on for comfort. Outside the windows, the sky has darkened, city lights flickering in the distance.

Dinner is warm on the table. Jungkook set it all out while you finished cleaning up Jungwoo's toy explosion in the hallway.

Now, the three of you are gathered around the table; you on one end, Jungkook on the other, and your son between you in his high chair, his tiny hands buried in a mess of mashed vegetables and steamed chicken.

But something feels…off.

You notice it first in the way Jungwoo moves. He's sluggish, not his usual bouncy self. He pokes at his food more than he eats it, dragging small fingers through his plate like he's painting. Usually this time of the evening is all noise and chaos, squeals, flying spoons, demands for "More rice, peese!"

But tonight, it's just quiet.

You set your chopsticks down slowly, your gaze narrowing as you study his little face. His cheeks are pink. It's not his usual healthy glow, but flushed. Too flushed. And his eyes, normally so wide and sparkling with mischief, look glassy and heavy-lidded.

"Woo?" you murmur softly, your chair scraping against the hardwood floor as you move closer to him. "Tell mommy what's wrong..."

Jungwoo doesn't answer. He blinks up at you slowly, a bit dazed, and then lets out a sudden, jerky sneeze. It's such a tiny sound, but it rattles through his whole body.

Jungkook, mid-bite, freezes. "Was that a sneeze?"

You nod, gently running your fingers through Jungwoo's soft hair. "Yeah. He's been kinda off today, but I figured maybe he was just tired. He didn't nap much."

Jungkook is already standing, abandoning his plate entirely. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought it was just a fussy day," you sigh, gently brushing your fingers across Jungwoo's damp forehead. "But he definitely feels warm."

Jungkook frowns, stepping in close, his brows pulling together with worry. "Let me feel."

You shift aside slightly as he crouches beside you, his hand reaching out to touch Jungwoo's forehead. The moment his palm rests against his son's skin, his eyes grow in size.

"He's hot," Jungkook mutters, sounding worried. "Like…hot-hot."

Jungwoo lets out a quiet whimper, rubbing at his eyes with tiny fists, then reaches his arms up without a word, clearly asking to be held.

Jungkook doesn't hesitate. He lifts him from the high chair with ease, pressing him close to his chest. The little boy immediately clings to him, his small hands fisting the collar of his father's t-shirt as he buries his flushed face against his neck.

The look on Jungkook's face makes your heart ache.

"He's never been sick before," he murmurs after a long pause, his voice softer now, a little shaken. "Not really. Not like this."

You nod, your hand finding Jungwoo's back, rubbing soothing circles as you lean your head against your husband's shoulder. "I know. He made it twenty-three months before his first real cold. That's a pretty good streak."

Jungkook doesn't respond right away. He sways slightly, instinctively rocking back and forth the way he does when Jungwoo's tired or fussy. But tonight, there's more urgency in it, more helplessness.

"Should we call someone?" he asks, turning to you. "Or take him in to the emergency room?"

You look up at him, reading the panic in his eyes. You know that tone, the one he uses when he's scared but trying not to be. It pains you to see both of them like this.

"We'll check his temperature first," you murmur gently, trying to stay calm. "See what we're working with. It could just be a mild fever. We don't need to panic yet."

Jungwoo coughs softly against Jungkook's shoulder, and the sound is small but sharp, like it shouldn't be coming from someone so little. His whole body tenses with it before he lets out a soft, tired sigh.

Jungkook presses his lips to Jungwoo's temple, his jaw tight. "I hate this."

You rest your head against his arm. "Me too, but he's gonna be fine, baby."

For a few long seconds, you just stand there, the three of you tucked into this tiny, quiet moment. Jungkook knows he'll be okay, and that colds and flues are completely normal, but his fatherly instincts make him want to strangle those germs for making his little boy sick.

"Okay," you whisper finally, gently stepping back. "Let's get the thermometer."

Your hands move quickly through the bathroom cabinet, grabbing the little baby-thermometer from the bin of supplies you keep on hand for exactly these type of moments. You hold it tightly in your palm as you walk back toward the living room, the weight of it suddenly feeling a lot heavier than it should.

Jungkook has settled onto the couch with Jungwoo curled up in his lap, his hand gently stroking up and down the little boy's back. Jungwoo's eyes are barely open, his flushed cheek pressed to Jungkook's chest, his breathing soft and stuffy.

"He's shivering," Jungkook murmurs with furrowed brows. "But he's sweating too. Is that normal?"

"It's his fever starting," you sigh, kneeling before him to take Jungwoo's temperature. "Let's see where he's at, okay?"

Jungkook nods, his eyes fixed on you as you gently pat Jungwoo's back. "Hey, my angel," you whisper, "Mommy's just gonna take your temperature real quick, okay? It won't hurt, I promise."

Jungwoo gives the softest whimper and slowly shifts in his father's arms, clearly uncomfortable but too tired to protest.

You slide the thermometer under his arm, gently cupping his cheek in your hand as you wait. Thirty seconds has never felt so long.

Jungkook is completely silent, his eyes trained on the little device like it's about to deliver a life-or-death outcome. His other hand keeps moving slowly over Jungwoo's back, soothing him in small, repetitive circles.

The thermometer beeps.

You pull it out and glance at the screen, and your breath catches in your throat.

"38.9," you mutter softly.

Jungkook's eyes snap up toward you. "That's...that's high, right? That's...that's definitely a fever."

You nod slowly. "Yeah. It's not dangerously high, but…it's definitely a fever."

Jungkook looks down at the small bundle in his arms, visibly rattled. "Shit."

"Hey," you sigh, resting your hand on his knee. "It's okay. It's a small fever. We'll keep him hydrated, give him some Tylenol. I'll call the paediatrician too, just to be sure."

"But what if it's something else?" Jungkook asks, his voice low and tight. "What if it gets worse? What if he throws up or his fever spikes overnight or what if—"

"Jungkook," you interrupt, staring into his big round eyes. "Breathe. We're gonna handle it, okay? Together."

He looks at you, and for a second, you see the fear behind his eyes, the kind that only exists in a dad who want nothing more than to protect his baby. But then he nods, tightening his grip around Jungwoo and pressing a kiss to his hair.

"Okay," he whispers. "Yeah, okay."

Jungwoo shifts in his arms, sniffling softly, a sleepy whine escaping his lips as he presses his face deeper into Jungkook's shirt.

You rub soothing circles along his back, watching his little body shiver once more. "I'll give him the medicine, then we can call Dr. Lee and she can advise us on what to do next."

Jungkook nods again, slowly rising to his feet with Jungwoo tucked tightly in his arms.

And just like that, your evening slips into something else entirely, no longer dinner and cartoons, but dim lights, whispered plans, and the quiet hum of stress pressed tight beneath your ribs.

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The kitchen is quiet, except for the soft rustle of Jungwoo's cough and the low hum of the fridge. Jungkook paces across the room, holding your son tightly in his arms, his hand cradling the back of Jungwoo's head, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

"He's still so warm," Jungkook sighs. "He's burning up, baby."

You measure out the Tylenol carefully, squinting at the tiny label like it might change if you read it enough times. "It's just the fever doing its thing. His body's fighting it off, Kook."

"Should I call Jimin?" Jungkook asks suddenly. "He's a nurse, he could help. Or...shit, should we just take him to urgent care?"

You pause mid-pour, glancing up at him. "If it gets worse, we will. But we already talked to Dr. Lee and she said to monitor him for now and stay calm, remember?"

Jungkook exhales shakily, gently bouncing Jungwoo as the toddler coughs into his shoulder. "He's never been sick. Not even once. I thought we were doing everything right."

"We are," you mutter firmly, walking over with the medicine. "Babies get sick, Jungkook. It doesn't mean we failed as parents just because he caught a cold."

"No, mommy," Jungwoo whines softly as you try to coax the medicine into his mouth, stubbornly turning his face away.

Jungkook sighs, gently rubbing his son's back. "Come on, buddy. Just a little bit. Help mommy out, okay?"

Jungwoo sniffles again, but this time, miraculously, takes the medicine without a fuss, swallowing with a pitiful, sleepy look before tucking his face back into Jungkook's neck. He's too tired to fight.

You stroke his back gently, pressing a soft kiss to his pudgy cheek. "There we go. You did so good, Woo-Woo."

Jungkook presses another kiss to the top of his head. "You're so strong, little man."

You rest your head against Jungkook's shoulder, your fingers brushing over your son's hair. "You both are."

Jungkook lets out a shaky sigh, his voice trembling just a little. "I just hate seeing him like this. He's so little. He doesn't even understand why he feels bad."

"I know, baby," you whisper. "I know."

You close your eyes for a moment, listening to the faint sound of the rain starting to fall against the kitchen window, the slow inhale-exhale of Jungwoo's congested breathing, the steady beat of Jungkook's heart despite his fear.

The night is just beginning but you'll face it together.

The clock on the microwave reads 12:03am.

The kitchen is dim, the overhead light casting a faint glow over you as you rock back and forth on your heels, clutching a flushed, groggy Jungwoo to your chest. His tiny arms are wrapped loosely around your neck, his forehead sticky against your skin, his body warm and heavy with his fever.

"Daddy…" he murmurs sleepily, voice hoarse and soft. "Where daddy go?"

Your heart clenches.

"He just went to get you some more medicine to make you feel better, baby," you whisper gently, kissing his forehead. "He'll be back really soon, okay?"

Jungwoo sniffles, his whole body curling in on itself as another wave of discomfort passes through him. "Want daddy, mommy…"

"I know, lovebug," you sigh, rocking him a little more. "Me too..."

Jungkook had left for the pharmacy forty-five minutes ago, thrown into full-on panic mode after you both realized the Tylenol supply ran out. He didn't even hesitate, just grabbed his keys, shoved on his sneakers, and practically sprinted to the car with a frantic, "Text me if he gets worse!"

You can picture it now, Jungkook in his wrinkled t-shirt, messy hair, shoulders hunched as he stalks the fluorescent aisles of the 24-hour pharmacy like a man on a mission.

You rub Jungwoo's back as he lets out raspy little coughs, whispering lullabies in his ear as he rests his head on your shoulder. You've already sang the Pororo theme song thrice and you don't think you have it in you to sing it a fourth time, but you do it anyway because it makes him smile.

Thankfully, a little while later, the front door opens with a soft creak and Jungkook stumbles in, arms full; a pharmacy bag in one hand and a blue dinosaur plushie in the other.

"Mission accomplished," he murmurs breathlessly, kicking the door shut with his foot. "Tylenol, saline spray, vapor rub, and...ta-da!"

He lifts the plush toy with a smile, knowing how much his son will love it. It's soft, floppy, and kinda ridiculous-looking. Jungwoo already has a million dinosaur plushies at this point, but your heart melts anyway at the look on his face.

"Dinothaur!" Jungwoo croaks out, his eyes wide, his voice cracking as he wriggles excitedly in your arms. "Dinothaur, daddy!"

Jungkook's expression practically melts as he rushes over and gently presses the dinosaur into Jungwoo's tiny hands.

Jungwoo clutches the toy to his chest and then promptly burrows into your neck again, mumbling something that sounds vaguely like, "Dinothaur friend."

You and Jungkook exchange a look. You're both exhausted and relieved to see him happy.

"Okay," he sighs, tossing the pharmacy bag onto the counter. "Let's try to give him the next dose of Tylenol and then maybe—"

A sudden noise cuts him off. A deep, guttural gurgle from Jungwoo's chest. He coughs and he sounds like he has some phlegm, so Jungkook rushes to get a piece of paper towel from the counter. He stands before you and holds the paper towel up to Jungwoo, waiting for him to cough again.

He does. He coughs enough to make him gag. Then, before either of you can react, Jungwoo abruptly lifts his head, opens his mouth and throws up.

Right onto his father.

Jungkook freezes, his arms held out in front of him as the warm, sticky mess slides down the front of his shirt. "You've gotta be kidding me, Woo."

You try not to laugh, you really do...but it slips out anyway.

Jungkook blinks at you, taking deep breaths. "Don't. Laugh. I'm gonna gag."

"I'm so sorry," you wheeze, "but you look like you lost a food fight with a toddler and applesauce."

Jungwoo groans softly against your chest, clearly dazed but no longer coughing. He seems to have gotten it all out, which was a lot.

Jungkook sighs dramatically, peeling off his shirt with two fingers. "I'm gonna clean up, then we're giving this guy a bath."

"You want me to handle it?" you offer gently.

"I'll help. I just need to get the smell of vomit off me," he grimaces as he walks off to the bathroom to throw his shirt in the laundry basket and rinse off at the basin.

You smile down at Jungwoo as he cuddles into your neck. "Thank you for throwing up on daddy and not mommy," you whisper, walking him to the en-suite bathroom.

You draw a warm bath while Jungkook comes to undress the toddler, who clings to his dinosaur plushie even as his arms are gently lifted through his pyjamas sleeves.

"Dinothaur take bath, daddy?" Jungwoo mumbles hopefully, his eyes fluttering up at his dad.

"Mr. Dinosaur can sit over here, bud," Jungkook says as he places the plushie beside the bath's faucet like it's on lifeguard duty.

The bath is a blur of soft giggles and sleepy sniffles. Jungwoo sloshes around half-heartedly, leaning into Jungkook's arms as you rinse his hair and gently wipe his face clean.

By the time you lift him out and wrap him in a warm towel, his eyes are already fluttering closed.

"Looks like he's finally winding down," Jungkook murmurs, brushing his fingers through his damp curls.

"Let's get him into some fresh jammies and let him sleep with us tonight," you whisper. "No way I'm letting him sleep alone tonight."

Jungwoo finds himself snuggled between the two of you in bed, freshly dressed in soft pajamas and baby powder. His blue dinosaur is tucked beneath one arm, a pacifier in his mouth, one chubby hand clutching the fabric of your pyjama top in his sleep.

He's warm, but not too warm. He's still sniffly and a little flushed, but a lot calmer.

Jungkook watches him for a long moment in the soft glow of your bedside lamp, his face unreadable.

"Hey," you whisper, reaching for his hand across your son's tiny body. "You okay?"

He nods slowly, then shifts closer, his fingers running through Jungwoo's hair. "I just…I didn't know I could worry this much. I thought I'd be the calm one. But tonight? I was totally freaked out."

"You weren't freaking out," you murmur softly. "You were being a dad. A good one."

He turns his palm upward and laces his fingers with yours. "You're amazing. The way you held it together tonight? I was losing it, and you just…you're so...you."

You shake your head, pressing your lips to the back of his hand. "We held it together. He needed both of us."

Jungwoo stirs in his sleep, letting out a soft snore as he shifts closer to you. The mere sight of him tugs at something fierce and tender in your chest.

Jungkook watches him like he's the most precious diamond in the world, propping his head up on his elbow. "He's gonna be okay, right?"

You nod. "He already is."

As the house finally goes quiet around you, just the soft snores of your son, the rhythmic hum of the white noise machine, and the feel of Jungkook's hand in yours, you let yourself close your eyes and breathe.

You're tired and a little emotionally drained, but you're thankful to have both of your boys with you as you drift off to sleep.

When you wake, the room is bathed in early morning light, pale gold spilling through the cracks in the curtains, painting faint shapes across the floor. You blink slowly, and for a moment, you don't move. You just breathe.

And then you feel it.

Warmth.

A soft, sleepy weight curled into your side.

You turn your head, your heart already full before your eyes even land on the sight that greets you.

Jungwoo is nestled against you, his cheeks still flushed but less so, his breathing slow and even. He's on his back now, one leg thrown across your waist, his arm laying over Jungkook's chest. His dinosaur is safe and sound beside him and his pacifier bobs gently with each exhale.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

He's okay. He looks a lot better as well.

A quiet rumble leaves Jungkook's lips as he starts to stir. His eyes are barely open, his hair a wild mess against the pillow, his face soft and vulnerable in the gentle light.

"Morning, baby," he rasps, his voice hoarse with sleep.

"Hey," you whisper, brushing a knuckle along his cheekbone. "You sleep okay?"

"Mmm, barely," he murmurs, but his lips tug into the faintest smile. "Didn't want to move. He was so peaceful, I didn't wanna disturb him."

You nod, your hand sliding into the mess of his hair. "He looks a bit better, hm?"

Jungkook shifts just a little closer, lowering his voice like he doesn't want to wake the toddler. "I still feel wrecked after last night. I can't believe he threw up on me. Feels like university days again."

You laugh softly, your eyes drifting down to Jungwoo. "He just needed to get it out."

You both fall silent for a moment, just watching him sleep. His little chest rises and falls with each breath, and every now and then, he lets out a tiny sniffle, followed by a soft sigh like he's just too cozy between his parents.

"Do you think he remembers any of it?" Jungkook asks softly, reaching over to tuck the duvet over Jungwoo.

"I doubt it," you murmur. "But he'll probably laugh when you remind him he threw up on you."

Jungkook snorts, his nose scrunching up at the thought, replaying it in his head. "I'm never wearing that shirt again."

"I already tossed it," you chuckle.

He laughs softly, full of affection. "You're the love of my life."

You smile, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek. "Right back at you."

Jungwoo stirs between you then, releasing a dramatic little groan and rubbing one chubby fist across his face. His eyes flutter open, slow and sleepy. He blinks up at the ceiling, then turns his head toward Jungkook, pulling his pacifier out of his mouth.

"Hi, daddy," he mumbles, his voice soft and raspy.

Jungkook's face instantly crumbles into the softest smile you've ever seen.

"Hi, baby," he coos, reaching out to stroke Jungwoo's hair. "How's my little dino warrior?"

Jungwoo sniffles and holds up the blue plushie without a word. Jungkook leans over and kisses his forehead, then kisses it again, and again.

The little boy hums and turns over onto his side, facing you, his blue dinosaur snuggling up against his chest, and your heart almost bursts as you hold him close. "I hungry, mommy..."

"Want some pancakes, lovebug?"

He thinks deeply for a moment, his brows furrowed before he gives a little nod. "With banana."

"With banana, okay," you smile.

Jungkook groans as he stretches his limbs, pressing a last kiss to his son's cheek. "I'll get started. Coffee first, though. Please, God."

You giggle and pull him back to press your lips to his in a gentle kiss. "You earned it."

As he slips out of bed, muttering about caffeine and syrup, you curl around Jungwoo, his face snuggled into your chest. His body is still warm, still healing, but he's safe and sound.

The worst part is over, and even though your eyes are heavy and your limbs ache and the house is probably a mess after last night, your heart feels whole.

You'll deal with all of that later, but first, you hold him closer just a little while longer.

PART 1 || PART 3

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nmhk · 3 days ago

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It's weird disappointing how the republican administrations and senators are so freely and readily able to lie about things to further their own agenda, and then get caught in the lie and somehow, every time, [weasel || porcupine || raccoon || fox || etc ad nauseum infinitum] their way out of it

And every 2 and 4 years we keep electing the same or similar liars back into office. But no, we don't need no education. No history lessons. No civics classes. Nah, we're good, looking at our screens, playing our distractions over and over again. While other countries leap ahead, and the class warfare goes seemingly unchecked.

We'll continue being temporarily embarrassed millionaires, abashed race car drivers, ashamed fashion models, forever looking to celebrities for guidance. Forever letting people in power tell us how to feel, who and whom to love or hate. Forever consuming without thought like ungulates chewing cud.

They say, "it's a dog eat dog world," because they want us to treat each other as animals, competing for scarce resources. But resources aren't scarce. How did our world population get over 8 billion? Mercantilism brought trade to the world, but developed into this cut throat capitalism which demands scarcity (usually faked) to survive.

Not buying into the system is how we kill it. We don't want politicians influenced by corporations (they are people, my friend)? Don't buy their products. Don't look at ads. Don't support the monetary system that is a zero- sum game. We can easily see the effects by looking at our monopoly board and counting how many people have x amount of fake money. Those on Boardwalk and Park Place? Yeah, that's not us, is it? You want to win this game? The only way is to step away from the board.

Yes, yes it is easier said than done. But bartering still works.

Blah blah blah

I can only hold this energy so long. As can you. We need to work together, support each other, stand in solidarity against those who try and break us apart.

I believe in universal interconnectedness. We are all connected in a way that is unexplained and poorly explored. I don't know how many of you remember nine-eleven, but the pick 3 and pick 4 numbers drawn coinciding with thousands of entries matching these numbers, while being chalked up to mere coincidence, could also either be one of two other things. 1) the system is obviously rigged (in whatever way is most plausible) 2) thousand of people putting their thoughts and aligning their [energy || Chakra || life force || pure will power || etc] into wanting these numbers to be drawn, not once, but on multiple occasions, speaks to me of something greater.

The more obvious scientific answer is a rigged system.

My whole point is we can change the system of we all work together. Yes, I know! I'm an idealistic idiot. So what? Does my hope for humanity stop your everyday travails? Does it hurt my interactions with others that I try to see the best version of them in conversation? Why would someone poo-poo the idea of wanting interconnectedness if it doesn't hurt anyone?

Oh. I'm getting it now. That kind of hope can turn into a religion. I see. If it's only faith-based, it's bad. Okay. Well. I guess humanity isn't full of artists who move you with simple pictures and words. I guess nature can only be seen through a scientific lens. I guess since beauty is immutably subjective, there is no such thing as a beautiful flower or a beautiful poem.

That's fine. Stick to your science and gadgets. Stick to your distractions and fears. Don't read fiction more deeply than the words on the page. The answer is simple. No, androids don't dream of electric sheep. No, robots aren't capable of growing beyond the rules you establish for them. No, consumerism is the only way for people to survive in a technological world.

I just hope for the best for you

#sci fi is the gateway to questioning everything #aldous huxley #Brave New World #not a bang but a whimper #i am my own parent #our world is controlled by two wizards who must repel and protect each other until the heat death of the universe #the star tipped wand was in your sock drawer the whole time #I'm remembering things i haven't read since childhood #i should find 'i have no mouth...' so i can play the game #lots of short stories have fun moral twists #sorry for my ranting #I'm just this guy #you know?

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ao3commentoftheday · 2 days ago

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I haven't been able to stop thinking about your post from a few days ago about attachment styles and the 'write for yourself' versus 'write for the feedback' groups, and with the recent asks that have something to do with, essentially, loneliness in fandom, I thought I'd share this in case it's either interesting or maybe might resonate with others.

I use 'I write for myself' as a mantra to avoid emotionally confusing feedback on fanworks with fulfilling human interaction. Fandom is full of spoonies who are notoriously isolated, physically, socially or both, and I think a lot of us are either lonely in our real lives or, if we're lucky and have some genuine social contact there, are lonely within fandom. I know for myself feedback can feel like, I guess like someone giving you candy, and when you're hungry enough eating something, anything, can feel better than nothing at all. And, for me, it's really easy to slide into craving candy (which at least I can earn by creating content) while I'm living in a food desert. Candy is great! I love candy! But it's not a replacement for actual nutrition and a diet of only candy does nothing, in the end, but make me sick.

I write fanfic for complicated reasons (not least of which is hyperfixation) and every time I start writing again I set myself up to make that mistake because I'm starving. So 'I write for myself' is one of the things I use to prevent myself from consuming feedback like maybe this piece will taste like a real conversation or maybe that piece will lead to something like a friendship. It helps me manage my mental health, and helps me genuinely appreciate and value feedback for what it actually is instead.

Thank you for sharing that with me (us) anon! Reading through your metaphor, I definitely resonate with that idea. When I'm hungry for community or for friendship or for confidence comments can satisfy that hunger, but only ever temporarily. And unfortunately, since that "candy" doesn't provide the same nutrition as actual friendship or other close relationships, the hunger just keeps coming back.

Plus, you get that unfortunate sugar crash when the comments stop.

Here's the post anon is referencing, btw, for those who are curious.

#asks and answers

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bullet-prooflove · 3 days ago

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Like God Needs The Devil: Charlie Reid x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging:@kmc1989 @littleesilvia @wrestlequeen @ahopelessromanticwritersworld @beebeechaos

Summary: Charlie takes you to heaven in the hallway of his house.

Prequel piece to:

Charlie - Charlie meets someone unexpected one night at his pool hall.

The Whole Damn Night (NSFW) - You aren't anything like Charlie expected.

Companion piece to:

Risk Management - Charlie realises the two of you have been keeping secrets from one another.

Deals With The Devil - Charlie's fall from grace starts with an act of love.

The Ghost That Lingers In The Nighttime - Charlie's becoming accustomed to the late night visits.

Who The Fuck Is Charlie? - You wake up calling for Charlie but noone knows who the fuck Charlie is.

Blood For Blood - Charlie's wrath leads to his worst nightmare...

You realise Charlie isn’t like the other men you’ve been with, when he takes off your shoes in his hallway. They’re black leather stilettos that give a fuck me vibe, ones that have in the past resulted in carpet burn and rough sex. When he gets on his knees you don’t know what to expect but its certainly not his palm on your ankle, slipping each one off.

“I thought we were supposed to be fucking.” You tell him and he looks up at you with those warm whiskey eyes before he sets the expensive pumps alongside his boots in the shoe rack.

“I could lay you down on those sheets and treat you like fuck doll.” He tells you. The words roll out of him like thunder, rumbling through his chest in that delicious way of his. “I could fuck every single one of your holes, leave you dripping with my cum and send you on your way, not giving a shit that you didn’t get off.”

Your breath catches because that’s what you’ve come to expect in all your interactions with the opposite sex, mediocre liaisons that leave you feeling physically and emotionally dissatisfied.

“Or I could not be an asshole, cook for you, help you wind down and spend the night with my head between your thighs making it a much more pleasurable experience for the both of us.”

He rubs his face against your pussy through your dress trousers, nuzzling it. You can feel the roughness of his cheeks through the fabric, the heat of his breath as he mouths it.

“What do you say Em?” He murmurs, nipping at your clit through the material, sending a tremor of heat vibrating through you. “Do you want me to be the asshole or do you want me to be the man that’s going to take care of you tonight, who is going to have you coming so fucking hard you see fucking God?”

“I want to see God.” You whisper, you fingertips running through his unruly burnished steel curls.

“Good girl.” He mumbles, unfastening the button of your trousers and drawing them down over the curve of your ass. “Let’s make that happen.”

He presses his face into those pretty black panties, inhaling the scent of your arousal through the slim fabric. You’re wet already, the damp patch blossoming across the silk. His fingertip traces along the elasticated edge, dipping just inside so he can feel the moisture coating it.

“I don’t even have to take these off to make you come honey.” He whispers against your clit, framing the words against that sensitive little bud. “A little friction now and then can be a blessing, keep you from getting too sensitive for all the filthy things I’m going to do to you later.”

He guides one of your thighs over his shoulder, his palms slipping into your underwear, grasping that perfect peach of yours, pinning you against his mouth. Your back comes to rest against the wall as his tongue licks a teasing swipe across your cunt. Pleasure chases through you, unfurling like a storm on the horizon building and building as Charlie takes you apart.

Your hips are canting against his mouth, your desperate whimpers echoing through the hallway. He grips your ass harder, leaving marks with his fingertips, before he seeks out the elastic of your panties, hooking it on his fingers, pulling it aside.

He plunges his tongue into you and you hit nirvana, the heavens bursting open as the storm breaks and you climax all over his mouth. The essence of you floods his senses as he laps up that honey like it’s the finest fucking thing he’s tasted in his entire life.

“You sound just like a fucking angel.” He mumbles against your thigh, his lips brushing over the tiny birthmark shaped just like Maine.

“You’re just as sinful as the devil.” You tell him, your fingers stroking through his curls as you give him that fucked out smile or yours. “And twice as handsome.”

He huffs a chuckle into your skin, a flush creeping across his cheeks. “An angel and the devil, maybe that makes us a good match.”

“Yeah.” You say, your fingertips tracing over the five o’clock shadow that lines his cheeks as you look into his eyes. “Maybe it does.”

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Hey Sexies,

Sex Life Pick A Pile Reading 18+

Divider credits - @cafekitsune

So this is sexual life read, I know you can already see so many goddamn paragraphs in front of you, but trust me its just me holding space for you guys, cause I know triggers and I want you all to take your time before grabbing all your eggs in the basket. Be patient and remain calm as this reading is not meant for everyone.

To all my queer babies, I am straight person, please hold some space for me, this read is open to imagination, add fingering, anal, toys wherever you like. Consider this as your own personal space.

Also just a little request and heads up, this reading came into fruition because of not just me but your energy as well. Thank you for coming here, and bringing your energy, just want to say that do not direct your sexual energies in my direction. Its your energy, you can use this reading to spruce up your imagination, but be mindful of directing it towards me. I have heard and experienced many cases of evil eye, toxic tarot readers and energy harvesters already. I just need you to be mindful of where you direct your sexual energy to.

Minors Do Not Interact, and seriously I am very serious about this, your impressionable minds really shouldn't be reading this.

If you are in an abusive relationship currently, please do not engage with my reading today.

The series of pile reading can contain a lot of talk about rough play and bdsm. This can be triggering for some and also highly manipulative for others especially if you are someone obsessed with Divine Feminine or Divine Masculine, I don't want you to tolerate some sort of sexual advances that can be highly abusive to you, yet you make-believe yourself through this read that abuse masked as love is what a divine partner would do to you. Also this is no double standard against all such people who believe in those things, but this is a reading about sex life not your typical future spouse reading, so do not come here with a rope of expectation of one person only, its a sex life read so there can be many people.

Also for people who know and understand their sexual style, but had only one person as their past relationship who ended up being abusive to you, the people channeled here aren't them, they can be your future partners or you yourself, but if it does feels like them, I would like you to take a break and hold some space for yourself, and understand what state of mind you are in right now, if you still feel like your sexual preference is something that's actively controlled by this abusive person in your mind's reality, then please pause and take a break from this read.

And for others who didn't have any past abusive partners yes specific people did came through, but they can be referred to more than one person. Also this read is meant to be an appreciation of your sexual nature than what people expect of you, be very mindful of the difference between labelling and resonating. This reading is not meant to justify abuse done by degenerates, so be very mindful of that.

How does your eating style affect people?

Pile 1 -----> Pile 2

Pile 3------> Pile 4

Pile 1

You make them question, who they are, what their type actually is, cause whatever you and your type is, it is something they didn't know they wanted it until you came into their life. Their dick/pussy wants to tell them how much they like it, but their heart and minds, can't seem to agree. But the greed, the instant heat once they see you, they go feral, they hate you but that's what they like about it, you make them go crazy and wanna fuck you like bonkers, hooters if anything else. They wanna fuck you so hard that they make themselves surge or trick you in their dungeon through kindness just to fuck you rough. I heard "fallen grace". they wanna make you fall from grace, you can be an angel to everyone on the outside, but they want to taint, make addicted to their cock/pussy sex. They could be gossipers, would crave to taste your mouth and every word you say, they would tattle tales on you, confide in you in silence. Would never accept the pull and their lust for you, but want to fuck you so hard right now. If they could keep fucking till the night ends, they will. They fall for you so abruptly.

"You make me wanna do you more"

Your eating style is the one they do when you fight, rough, evasive, sending pleasures and thrills down the throat kind. They want to rough fuck your face every single time you get angry at them. Their dick/ pussy wants you growling at them. Don't get me wrong, if you need any help or don't have a place to stay, they are more than likely to take you in their humble abode but with their own agenda in mind and you know what that is. They want you to shower in front of them, N-A-K-E-D. All clothes lying on floor. Sitting on their dining table, with you and all of you in front of them, they wanna savor it, eat it cause its so divine. "Ah ha! So Divine". They are swimming in pleasure.

Your tongues is a gateway to Divine, the power source, that's what they feel for you. You re-energise them, give them back this energy they never felt in all those years of their life. You are their light. Ever since you left them, they are wondering where is all my energy gone, not realizing it was you re-energizing their energy.

My heart's on the line

We've got an audience

I'm running, I'm running

You're the moon and I'm the tide"

Liam Miller's Love and Devotion

Seems you ran back to them after some break up or chaos and immediately the friction is sensed, you both are embroiled in an argument, the heat takes over, nothing can stop this anymore..... this breakup sex is all you need. I see them sitting on one legged rotating chair, a sofa or couch or even a seat in theatre, you block their view, sit on or in front of their face while they are watching something important, block their view, now they are pissed and blast, fucking starts, it doesn't matter if everyone in the theatre is looking, you are pounding or getting pounded on by them, and they won't stop till you cum or make them cum......

Some of you embody that slender eyed Jennifer Wingett beauty, so seductive, so sexy, yet so graceful, men want to make you fall from that grace, to see that inner baddie within you. They love you in your sarees if you own any. A lot of songs came through from this person, you or they could be pianist, singer, musician. Dang there are weird stepsister concept roleplay you or they could be into. You will always be their muse, no matter what you say. It gives me a lot of cat energy, Ashlesha, Dhanishtha, Purva Bhadrapada and Punarvasu could be significant. This could traced back if you knew your birth time. Cow yoni, Uttara Phalguni and Uttara Bhadrapada could be significant. I am getting all the Uttara nakshatra, including Uttara Ashadha, I feel like you guys are result oriented people.

And maybe they like that about you, that you start what you finish no matter how much they try to hold back ecspecially when they are holding back their cum.

"I have heard, I have heard this too many times, you are just so beautiful and whimsical, you bring me the daylight, I'm afraid of your love and devotion, I'm afraid for your love, Take heaven and back to hell"

This is Liam Miller's song but I kind of changed it to express their feelings. This is what's happening with them, they push and pull with your energy. You are someone so out of their league that they can't even define it. Its something else, they are not the type to feel this way about anyone, but you are such a charming suave, they are vehement over you, in a competitive way. They have never seen someone sway or completely outshine them the way you do. So they are charmed and alarmed by you at the same time. Now someone's name could be Bai Lu and also Bai Lu is a stunning actress from China. Just like her, your work ethic is incomparable and you stand out not only as a beauty but your work as well. They could be so jealous, obsessive yet smitten by you all at the same time. "You did something to them", they are so tragically in love with you . They described you as HOT, whimsical, studious and re-energizing at the same time. You have this young Maiden's energy, always curious, like a butterfly, flying from one poppy flower to another. Now poppy flower has opium in it, so I feel like your taste or addictions change rapidly. They desire to be one of them. All your ex's might want you so bad, yet cannot openly say it, its cause you choose them, they want to be chosen by you. And that's why there's this vehemency being directed at you. People can try to be forceful with you at times only satisfy their ego and themselves only to realize, you won't even choose them. Your skills outshine their talents so you power play your way up the top to keep egoistic fools from dimming your light by outsmarting them.

You are really playful and casual with your energy as well and people either hate it or love it, but something about someone like you who feels so much pressure from people around you for seeming so intimidating 🙄to them, not that you actually are, this energy of casualness adds its charm to you. You make it look so simple and easy when its a lot of work. People see this and underestimate your power and then get played by their ego, hurt themselves and then take their anger out on you which isn't fair to you. And sometimes it reflects on your sexual life as well where the ones who treat you right (not the abusive ones) find you so elusive and playful to the point that they may replace or try to find someone like you to blow them down there, cause insecurity gets them, their fear of you leaving them, makes them want to find the same joy you used to give through someone else so they can pretend to their hearts that they never lost you. Your seduction is something else, people would literally want to be seduced by you

I think your mere presence in people's life fills them up with energy, after you decide to walk away, they feel and understand the loss of you in your absence. Also I saw a disturbing presence when I came back to end the rest of your reading. It was a zombie like figure, trying to stop my work. Be careful of sucking dead people with no emotions or understanding of orgasm or intimacy who may try to belittle your human experiences. Plus I couldn't pull my cards in this energy, literally feels like your tricks to do the sexual things you do are being hidden away, to protect your energy or to restrict you, idk.

Its like all the cards came face down. I guess they don't want you to know how your eating style affects them..... they feel ashamed of being left by you and honestly that's their insecurity, all we can do is hold space for such people, that's it.

Literally your energy is so flighty, that people might try to stop your work, eat your brain, use your impatience against you to keep you looping or make you repeat the same task one hundred times just to keep you circling around them. Be careful of making risky or bad deals with people who don't like you and want to see you grow old running around a cubicle. Your energy is super movement and growth oriented and people might feel ashamed and bullied to get distracted by you and your energy, unable to let you go, while you are already moving on. For one they deeply crave you despite trying to hide their shame cause some of them despise your move-on energy as well.

Songs : SZA - BIG BOY

Pile 2

I am immediately channeled "Be humble, sit down be humble". You make them weak on their knees, they cannot sit, walk, stand or get up after getting fucked or oral by you. You weaken them. They need every single part of you, eyes, thighs, body or mind, everything sitting on them or inside them (if its a women). They want you, just now, then, 2 days ago, yesterday in between conversations with their friends. If I say they want you every single day within them, or them in you, I won't be lying. Though they have matured from that phase, they still want you. New Woman by Lisa coming through. They wanted to hug you while sneakily sliding your cock or pussy in them so bad, I'm sure they would do it to you. I am hearing a disappointed "That's a phase, I'm sure", but I think and feel that this is short sighted view on your or their part (maybe they are trying to convince themselves) but they are not sure how convincing you, your essence, heart, body and mind is to their mind. Cause I'm getting that if they had a basement, they would very likely kidnap you and keep you there, they would do it. Its giving wind you down concept to me. The ending scene of "Hidden Face" the Korean version comes to mind, where a women is trapped in what seems like a bdsm dungeon to pleasure the other women's needs. They would do witchcraft on your internal organs if necessary just to lock you in (extremely weird now) . They are so so obsessed with you. They would like their soul to be drawn within you and your sacred space.

The heart that you hold for them though is everything they have ever cherished, as you let them do whatever they like, love them regardless of who they are, they will want to come back and rekindle this love relationship with you, if its an ex . If its an already existing relationship, they are someone who can't wait to lay their eyes on you, head rest on you, or simply fuck you every single morning while looking in the eye before going back to work. I'm getting bareback fucks while you are sleeping to wake you up cause they love you so much, and they want to keep fucking you day and night, early morning to night. I am hearing "they insist, its a request so please comply with/within me", before you say yes or no to their sweet request they are already within you, talk about sex starved but I think they are starved for you. I think they are constantly trying to request you to let them fuck you, but maybe you try to evade their request or fail to complete your tasks to materialize this request especially when they are craving you all day and all night long. They are trying so hard to evade your questions just to jump in right next to you and....... you girl, you are avoiding, maybe you fear you will pass out, after having taken all of their requests.

It just feels like sex triggers some self love and self hate in you and your intution often gets kicked in a back burner , oh wait I just realized, you were the one coming with this be humble energy, this other energy that often gets humbled so often in the relationship and is fleeing is also you. So maybe you lose a lot chunk of confidence in playing submissive roles in sex plays. So maybe there's some identity crisis going here, maybe its you who is not able to see or understand your own highly divine energy, you kinda fumble it, and make a mess cause you are so rooted to believing that you are the fumbled one, that (you.... strangely enough you don't see, how badly you fumbled with this one right here. ) Ok let me explain what happened right there, you mistake your partners as people who are messing with you or fumbling you, when its you who hasn't accepted the sexual side that comes out of you, and then you blame your partners for bringing that side out of you. Now I am getting the message that while fumbling with your own energy, you mistook them as some sort of perpetuator for bringing this side within you.

Cause they are strong, smart, sought after by many people out there and everything that you ever looked for. I also think you are kind of trapped in your head and aren't able to feel your own confident and dominant side despite having it all within you, I think you are trapped in this submissive receiving connoisseur energy, which isn't bad in it of itself, but it kinda makes you feel emasculated or no fun, did you get what I mean. Its because you aren't participating in the sexual act itself but just getting accepted too get used by somebody. I just feel like you aren't actually receiving anything because you aren't asking for it, you are just taking what is being given to you and then this person comes, gives you what you asked for and you are left speechless..... cause they brought out YOU. I think its the fact that this person is so much like you in their confident side in so many ways that you not being able to resist or say no to them and the familiarity plus love they bring into the relationship feels like binding to you which you feel is directed towards you by them, which in turn makes you feel like they are manipulating you when its all you in your head. You know how some tarot readers and weird Christians say that "The enemy doesn't want me to succeed" type shit when its them who didn't prepare, plan or show up when its time for them to do so. They just want to shift the blame to others, that is exactly what has happened to you, you love them, but are dead scared of the commitment or the idea of following through the next steps of "falling in love". You shift the blame onto them, for loving you, overthinking that they were manipulating, scheming or plotting something behind your back. Babe, you just can't handle the sweetness, (only applicable for healthy relationships of course)

You may end up confusing your own submissiveness with you being unsafe, rather than understanding that your willingness to submit is not you being manipulated but you feeling safe. Feeling safe could feel alarming to you guys. This seems like a trigger mechanism, but they like and love it whenever you deep throat and choke on their dick, and then start crying, I think they won't like to force you, but your vulnerability, your emotions is something they wanted to see for long.

I think they love it when you kiss their lips after choking on their cock like that. They love the taste of your lips covered in their juices. I think given how you give into their demands like that, they would like to choke you every single day, but since this is towing to your energy, and if you haven't recovered from your past traumas, they might remind you of some brutality in your past, (for some people they could have suffered childhood abuse in a church or temple or mosque, or some holy place by some priest, that specifically came through in here.) but I think something about their energy, make you rewrite this traumatic sexual history as a loving memory of being consensually choked by your partner. They replace shit memories with love.

Also this is what I mean when I said you fumble your divine energy yourself, and mistake it for this person fumbling you for this divine energy which might be true, but this person isn't betraying you or liking your sexual energy over you, but they like and love you for you, its just you really didn't even know who you really are, and this energy of yours is so good at receiving and knows of her worth to ask for what she deserves rather than being used by everyone, they truly see you for who you are, a beautiful serpent is how they would define you. Too humble, finishes last, always loves them despite anything or everything, they have started loving themselves through you. But I think you still keep telling yourself that this gentle not so warrior like soul isn't you, cause you don't trust that instinct. You are so honed into your warrior like energy due to your survival mechanism, you kinda think that gentle soft person inside is the fake bitch you often pretend to be to appear promising individual in front of others, but in reality your inner self is just as kind, forgiving, humble and loving as that, you just don't seem to realize it, cause you never got to live like yourself, since you were constantly kept in survival mode environments. That's why this pile is getting too long, cause you are too wrapped up in your self doubt

And they think you also know less about yourself, sometimes lesser than they do. I am also getting that you choke them while kissing, they are screaming and gasping for breath in my channeling. "Girl you left me breathless". Maybe for some of you lilith or sun or, mars in leo or scorpio placement or venus or atmakarka in 12th or 8th house They don't know you much but you don't know yourself either, but you don't even see, maybe even despise seeing your own divine energy, which makes you someone who plays hide and seek with themselves and run away at the sight whatever you think your inner divine energy is like, which I think seems like someone very unproductive, lazy, fake bitch to many of you, due to the nuanced layer of other people's opinion. I think more people who have loved you wish you were gentler to yourself, you aren't seeing yourself rightly my love, that's why while starting this read, their energy clashed and came similar to yours, because you tend to take shape and copy people's energy bully yourself into letting their thoughts shape your inner value and worth. You are a very gentle person, rahu in 12th or 4th house, rahu in chitra nakshatra, gemini in 12th house. Gemini, Libra, Pisces and Rahu are energies that try to copy others and emulate them to transmute that energy for themselves. So you really lose a sense of yourself, while picking up their energy which continues to love you for you and start conflicting with that energy of love, thinking they love you for another alter ego or personality which you think isn't even the real you but its the gentleness they fall for, the one which you dismiss, disregard, and throw away ruthlessly. This is a necessary change they would like to see within you, and they personally would like you to see and cherish this part within yourself

Gosh what changes would you like to see within yourself now that you see the world within yourself collapse? How would you love you, not them, you, not them but you? Read that again. What is it that you want to do for yourself? Read that again to enjoy yourself, as many times as you like. You are not bad for having desires, if reading my post is getting you off, just do it. But make sure to direct that energy to yourself while appreciating how dang true this is to your energy and how much you love it for its experience. I'm just a writer, not a sexual energy harvester, so let me let you know that I'm so thankful and honored for this energy, thank you so much. But if this is getting you off, just say I love me to yourself. Don't direct all that energy towards me(your tarot reader). All right then, Blessings be. Goodbye

Channeled Song : Lauren Aquilina - King

My humble advice give an ear to this song

Pile 3

First of all you all are so good holding conversations. Next you are sensitive and can sense people's needs and take care of them, ( especially at night 😈), your person wants to come through so bad, their laugh or jokes could remind you of youtuber Tanmay Bhatt. Dolly Bindra coming through as well. I feel you guys are so fun and eclectic to be around. You guys are definitely people on the chubbier side. First things first, you guys are sooooooo good, like the way your energy was so straight forward and good to me for no reason. You are soo organized and well prepared, you help people stay organized and give them solid advice if anything else. You guys could be very intuitive, Thank you for interacting with my energy🙏, happy to help the way you do (intuitively)!

I'm already getting a miss perfectionist tendency from you, argumentative when things aren't written in succinct manner, Very mindful, Very demure, Very Virgo, Very Libra energy coming through. Like I do by cover by Jay Park coming through...

First of all they are happy with you, if that's one of your complaints and bigger doubts in this relationship (cause seems like some of you are currently in one, ) yes it is arguably one of the happiest relationships to them no matter how much you guys argue or go home without each other sometimes (not tryna gaslight you, but if someone abusive is leaving you all alone to fend for yourself this is not your reading, I am talking about two people giving each other space not ghost treatments,) , its always love in this relationship, however someone in this relationship maybe be busy and failing to return calls. {Okay that specifically wanted to come through for someone here}

Dang, chubby or not, you all are my big butt ladies and gentlemen, (the name Peter could be significant) they love it when you wear those pink color corsets or blouse, take it how it resonates, and let them grab you by your hair and let them keep their dicks down your throat choking you while you cry from it, while your sweet angel face makeup and mascara washes down your face. They love clicking your pictures in front of mirror while your butt and back faces the mirror and they are deep down your face. They love flashing you off. Biggest marry me signs are ("your tongue" is what I heard them say) your after care rituals, like you love your partners and give them this beautiful clean job, maybe you use very different yet useful techniques to get them off, and ("AAAAAAAAH", the sigh of relief) its so refreshing and amazing at the same time. Armpit jobs could be a thing. I'm getting a very youthful or lolita face but an energy of bold, mature and confident women. I'm also getting a lot of Magenta and different shades of pink. I'm getting Sigrid, a European singer who sang the song Mirror. Also give me someone with appearance of with Nana Osaki's with Nana Komatsu's vibe profile from anime NANA. You are so full of life!!. New Orleans could be significant.

Dreamy, dreamlike, your ways of eating them out and sucking them dirty makes them so horny even if its in their dreams, it makes them so hornyyyyyy. Like girl what are you doing to them? Its invasion of dreams, if there was a dream police, they could have got you handcuffed on their couch for this crime, and you know to do what to you again and again. COWGIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Oh man girl you invade their thoughts keeeping them stuck in their workplace, not able to move from their chair cause they go blank or your thoughts distracts them maybe mid-meeting people catch them daydreaming about you, the day passes, work doesn't finishes cause they were still casually daydreaming about you. Girl you could have been or are there workplace employee and I heard that you keep their work hanging. They def want to take you backstairs and fuck your guts in the back room. "I think they call this love" is coming through, all they dream about is your eyes, all they long for is your touch.......

Sheesh girl and you are a keeper. You are worth it, you are their luck, their charm. I feel like people feel dominated by you without you even trying to dominate them, they want you to be their mommy, if you are a daddy they would want you to breed them just by the lick of that tongue. Its soooooo good. I'm also kind of getting that you are such a daddy material, people will want to marry just after having rounds with you, not realising you were just dating around. I feel like people are far more serious about marrying you than you would even give thought to.

Okay this specific pile has different message for both men and women, For men, your partners want you to dominate them, not only do you dominate them well, they think you are a golden opportunity to have sex with. They adore you, and value this cas(ex)ual friendship with love. You are such a giver to them. Maybe you guys have stack of sugar babies to choose from. Not objectifying your partners here, you just like to spend luxuries on them. "You are fetch" - mean girls

Man you are such a catch! They feel like you are onto marrying them just because you spend cash on them. Damn! you have such an affect on them, you treat them like no one has ever treated them before, Your lovers may have a tendency to dogpile over you, lets just say part of it is also because of the way you eat, its not just your money. You make your partners go crazy over you. Damn!!!!! And they don't even realize that that's just your dating style not you being serious enough to get married to them

For women, your partners melt over you, they feel like they are melting on your tongue, every bloody damn single time, you are so soft, so gentle, yet so motherly, people wanna give up their everything and melt in your softness. They love getting that mommy domination by you. You are worth everything their money, their favours, your partners want you to shower so much love on them, like they love it when you invest your time, energy and love on them. "Can you please keep giving them more?" Girl everybody is mental over you!

Now take that man energy as your masculine side and women energy as your feminine side cause I'm getting that you are invading dreams for people who would like to spend their money on you and you make the people who you spend your fortune on a fucking nutcase! like people think you are an invasion regardless. Some might feel so locked in your thoughts, they may feel like hiding from you, cause your thoughts drain their energyy or kinda keep them stuck everywhere in life. Its as if these people could blame you for invading their privacy, when all you did was look at them from an end of the street or a corner of the room. Sheeeshhhhh!!!!!

Listen whoever you guys are, give me some tips if you chose this pile.

Yikes, though you need to be careful, some people might get depressed and feel like they can't have any better in their life, and might get so sad of the rest of the options in front of them. Like you usher a huge change into people's lives, its as if they want to change themselves to be better and worthy of you or sometimes in some cases I feel like they don't see any end to this misery of being rejected by you, so some succumb to suicide? Dang! wtf, sheeesh!!!! That's a lot coming through.....

I had a girl in my hostel who was often plagued by the thoughts of causing someone's suicide just because her boyfriend rejected a girl and chose her, the girl ended up doing suicide, cause the guy rejected her. This could be the case for some of you, be careful out there, never blame yourself for someone deciding to do something wrong over their own incapability to handle the rejection. It was so scary, the situation scared the fuck out of anyone who heard of the start of their love story. I also had a cousin whose lover threatened to kill himself if she ever broke up with him. She was so scared of her own boyfriend. My god! be careful of crazyysss.

I heard, "You are the cure, You are the pain", dang pile 3, that's a scary level of jumpscare of a channeled words coming through from the trail of broken hearts that you have left behind. Honestly its somewhat scary.

Oh now I know why I took such a long break from you and your pile. Your type of pile is scarily beautiful. Idk if there are any other words to describe that. Like I was getting so much headache from the start of this pile. I think you get a headache from the affect you have on other people ! My oh my! I confess, I too once had a huge obsession with a guy, and man the way I was scared to death of being rejected and refused by him. Though I never explicitly told him of this obsession of mine, he got to know about it, and once he saw all that I had been hiding, I had to change to be a better person to give myself all that validation to myself his mere presence would do to me, cause my ego was so hurt, knowing someone as powerful as me could feel like she was on her knees just because of some random dude's stare (how much someone was giving to me without giving much effort to it.) Like all the breadcrumbs were more than enough for me, I secretly wanted more, but I never told him, he gave me more (let's just say he gave me good loving, but I wasn't comfortable with it cause I was in a state of lack myself), I got scared and ran away. Starved myself from him, his kindness and healing energy not realising it was all that minimum he gave me that got me obsessed with his kindness and then realised that it was something I had to give to myself. I was starving myself of my own love, cause I was so normalised to lack.

Dang!!!! Trust me I had to take a whole lot of years of adulting to get over him, and I still kinda struggle with his thoughts cause Iam still so out of touch with myself.

Trust me, people go through a transformation after meeting you. Maybe you guys are 8th house stelliums, I had a 8h synastry with this dude. I am the house person. I think you have had people who secretly want to be you, just because they don't see or value themselves, they end up seeing all their value in you or through emulating you. Also I am seeing that you guys can have a habit of uglifying yourself, cause when you have stalkers this strong, oh god, creepos can't leave unless you make them, but sorry that doesn't works, even if you try to be ugly, it doesn't work. People will always remain obsessed with you regardless. I'm sorry to be the bearer of the creep alert news, but you will have to accept it, I understand its a curse that comes with someone like you, but this is the reality. Some of these unhealed individuals will forever remain your creepy stalkers. Sorry.....

Lots of words like Paparazzi, zombie chasing meme, their rampant memories, Them making rampant and crazy rage run behind YOU , AAAAAAAAAAAH, RUUUUUUUNNNNN,

Another one of your affect is, people know and are aware of the truth you bring, they are aware that they need to heal, and that they lost you in a competition of lovers who were competing for your love. Its as if their minds know the truth yet they are in so much denial, its cause, they haven't started working on themselves yet, so once they start doing inner work to see themselves and provide themselves for what they really want, they will be able to detach their feelings for you, as they will be able to provide that blissful feeling for and to themselves on their own without your help. People who haven't come to this realisation might literally do give up anything for you, their home, parents, betray any rule, system, or government, kill for you type of themes coming through here. Dang!!!!

Also you are hella mysterious, like there can be some manipulative tendencies to you, like you are good at hiding your hands while playing the game, so you know exactly what is it that people are starving for from you in a relationship. So suppose you want something, you will stop giving morning kisses to your lover, till they bring you what you want. You leave them begging for more.....

Whew! Aren't you taking too much space! Sorry the pile below you is pretty shy when it comes to dirty talking, so they are tryna escape, and they are telling me to give you more info. Sorry pile 3, don't wanna bore you with so many paragraphs, gotta confront pile 4. Both of your piles are very mysterious yet deeply private about your sex lives, so some of you might have felt drawn towards pile 4. I'm also hearing that pile 4 don't want to confront themselves and their sexual energy so they fled to this pile to feel better about themselves. Sorry for taking so much space. Thank you for holding space for pile 4 and letting people hide under your dominant aura (Sun exalted, Sun Nakshatras, and Leo coming through) , but I am sorry, its time to confront pile 4, I mean get Pile 4 to FUCK or get FUCKED , so thank you so much pile 3, I'll be signing off your energy.

Thank you for you time Goodbye

Channeled song : Yung Kai - Blue and Mad Tsai - Boys Beware

Pile 4

Ok you guys are soooooo shy, damn! like don't you wanna date somebody. What is this relationship abstinence for? I am just saying don't overdo it, if its something you would like to change in future, otherwise you can stay in your comfort zone. I am also getting some of you have given up on love already cause life has been so disheartening. I think the affect that you have on people for now is your hardness towards them in love as a subjective matter. I am also getting some of you started off relationships as minors and were abused a lot during those years. Sorry if this happened to you. Being closed off to feeling vulnerable with others/ or going into a relationship might seem like a distant dream to you now. I am so sorry for this experience. Hope you are doing well

Megan Trainor's Dear future husband is coming through. People who have been entranced by you and got affected were like "Take me on a date, I deserve it babe, don't forget the flowers, every anniversary, cause if you treat me right, I'll be the perfect wife, buying groceries, buy-buying groceries". For women, I think people feel this pull towards you like you are the perfect wife once they get to know you better and wanna take you out on so many dates.

You know, I couldn't do this read for a while, like the only card I could pull was 7 of cups in reverse and then the energy just changed, like I felt this weird headache for no reason. Idk. But just as the reading says what your energy is like, 7 of cups in reverse is practical vibes. You are very practical when it comes to your sex life and dating. Nevertheless the practicality of dating scares you to the point and extreme you can't describe as you are afraid of letting people get to know the real you, as you have a fear that they will make you beg for them, their love and affection on your knees . I also heard scream, so there can be some masochistic affection patterns that you don't want to repeat. Be careful, take it how it resonates, but I think they could make you desperate and leave you screaming for more affection which is why you try to mask cause you guys are painfully shy and sensitive to people hurting you.

Also the fact that I had to mention which cards I pulled out which I never did in any of the other piles kind of tells me that you guys are fact based. Idk Kama Sutra, book text to bed vibes coming through. Like you guys could be the type to buy books on how to give blowjobs and apply them in real life, and the rest is history. I think you are very experimentative in bed, kinky and stuff, but always trying to do things and learn your partner and their preferences rather than learning your own, I'm also getting that you are fast learner as well. But idk, why but like I got this energy of assumptions, its as if you assume that the people you engage with are using you, rather than deeply entwining themselves into you. The star card and judgement came in reverse, so I can say that this is an energy not feeling deeply understood but more of a energy that assumes everyone around them is here to waste their time/ or just use sex and their body as a coping mechanism from the stresses of life. This type of assumption based thinking could be due to you trying harder to understand others to please than understanding yourself, leading to friction and conflict between you and your partner.

Though there's so much dedication in learning something new about sex/connecting with people even while trying out what you learnt in those books but it feels harder when applied to people in real life as you assume people nowadays don't like to stay to be known, seen or recognized for their vulnerability, and sex has become more of a way to seek validation or attention, so you may feel as if intimacy and depth of connection that is usually experienced by people during sex is lacking, so maybe the expectations of getting the same bookish hot, steamy, sexy romance are lost. Now I am not attempting to call your desires to be bookish , but it kinda feels like you were set up for disappointment, also this issue could also be due to you not wanting to change yourself to suit other people's need, not realizing that you actually feel more comfortable pretending to be someone else than letting people see the real you, so you kinda blame people for expecting you to change yourself when all they want is to change your habit of closing off yourself.

So you kinda assume that people don't really like the real you when you don't allow people to see you for who you really are but instead pretend to be someone else to get to know them better and then assume that they want to change the entirety of you when all they really want is for you to open up once they find out that you were pretending to be someone else in front of them the whole damn time. So when you finally find the one, who calls you out on your pretense and is still good towards you and wants to still fall in love with you, you drive them away for its hurts your ego to be seen, and their interest in you to fall into you feels scary to you despite knowing those feelings might be genuine, cause you are scared that once they get to know the real you, they might leave.

But also I want to call you out on this, with peace and love, Stop checking and fact basing everything about sex (also stop checking your phone so much ) and just enjoy sex the way it is. Its like you often and always question and base your sexual knowledge on hard facts, instead just go and do the act! Someone's age here could be 31 or they were born on the 31st.

Just fuck and go with the flow... why you breaking my flow and so resistant and frigid to change and confrontation (trust me that can be your partner coming through for some of you). Its like feeling your own emotions is such a big deal to yall. It sorta gets me real angry how you all want to refer the book for everything, even want me to refer to tarot card meanings, my god, just do the first thing that comes in your mind. Please stop being so overly rational.

Life doesn't always works that way. And I can already channel you pulling a "Seriously?" in disbelief because you are unaware and spirit literally wants to knock some sense into y'all or "Please don't scold me anymore" despite being aware of this and still choosing to ignore it and acting as if I am being irrational, but sometimes life doesn't makes sense and it doesn't have to make sense. You don't need to get rational, logical answers outta everything, stop being a pesky brat, seriously. I know and understand you are the types who don't want accept life just as it is cause you are scared of losing your passion and drive for life but daddy/mommy look, you can't just rebel without a strategy in your head, and accepting the situation doesn't mean allowing the environment to do whatever it pleases with us, it means understanding that the more you stay like the same person you were yesterday, life will keep feeling hard to you, life will keep hardening you so you ought to stop getting pissed at life being hard and calmly face it and plan a strategy to fix it. Now that's what healing and accepting life looks, it does not mean settle for less. It means making more despite what life not going your way.

You guys might be a Sugar Daddy/Mommy archetype. Some of you could be into fairies or ethereal stuff or dreamt of flying high in sky/ UFO's/ Aliens/ Extraterrestrial Life/future aeronautical/aerospace engineers, or just people trying to build levitating or floating cars using electromagnetic repulsion with built in magnets in cars or roads, or astronauts or engineers and data collectors of NASA, data miners all of these professions coming.

Yes Healing just means something as small as not getting pissed when your co worker messes up and calmly feeling the feeling of disappointment and moving on and making new plan by not giving into anger and frustration as that is a waste of time, and calmly getting work done saves time. I am also getting that you are a very time bound person (even in sex). I am also feeling like I am the one getting triggered despite handing out this advice, so I'm sorry. But this feels like genuine anger like IDK why you guys give me this chill pill slow motion vibes, this reminds me of my soul tribe. Like these are the same issues I go through at times....

Your eating style can feel inexperienced but also a bit forceful, its like sex doesn't flow in your life, it is structured, very air and earth sign energy as opposed to water sign energy coming through. Ok it seems like you or your partners could feel like they will have to force themselves onto you for you experience the pain, they love the noises, moans and sexy faces you make when you sit on them, they want to steal you like that. The moment I adjusted my energy to see you in your light, I was finally able to see how the cards meant to say you are complete within yourself, yet you feel so incomplete because of other people's words and feelings about the way they would like to release or express their feelings. Maybe because your previous partners were a bit of masochists and loved to give you pain, you kinda feel like you deserve it? which by the way includes unjust services ,ambushing someone against their will, abuse, beating and turning you into a coward incapable of being independent on your own. Which is messed up, stop being in this energy and practice safer rough sex with cool people not abusive idiots.

Like there are 2 things that are coming through, first its very symbolic how you all are pile 4, cause you embody this essence to leave people completely satisfied yet you feel so unworthy within yourself in your lower mindset state, you feel this constant need to be more refined in a sexual manner, (its like your perfectionist tendencies are killing the vibe of raw, wild and unrefined sex) that your own mindset of not being good enough is killing your own pleasure. I am also seeing this bullying energy of feeling shame in yourself. Please report these bully of yours, I hope you have already done that before engaging with my reads

You know what I am getting pile 4, you might have meandered around pile 3, but this energy is so different, like I also feel like you guys could have went as far as to exchange destinies or places with pile 1 or pile 3 to feel enough within yourself, cause these 2 piles were the only ones who weren't coaxed by me, pile 2 also had to learn somethings about themselves, but seems like you don't want to be the pile that wants to learn about their own sexual preferences or love options anymore, you have kind of accepted the abuse, this world has given to you, which is so sad. I'm really very sorry that you had to go through this. But there are better things in life, and maybe right now you are in a break, but there's always something better to look for. You just haven't seen it yet.

Its like you were in this energy of "I know I am doing it right" , didn't listen to your partner's suggestions, turned them off, they left you and then met someone abusive who at least didn't reject you but tore you to pieces and shattered you but because this abusive person stays with you, at least this loyalty (that's secretly boosting your ego) is what you now call LOVE. See that's what's blocking my energy right now. I am also getting you guys could be Filipina or from Fiji or Phillipines.

See even if you feel you are doing it right, I feel like you don't even know or understand what you are doing right, there's this lingering energy of getting assaulted as a child, I feel like you don't know or understand what you like or prefer in sex cause instead of trying to be satisfied, you are so full focused on trying to please others and seeking validation and overthinking that your smexual style leaves people unsatisfied because of which you go towards abusive people who groom you more into thinking like baby or a stunted adult so that you can give up the last of your autonomy to access your own sexual pleasure. Only because you don't want to accept the fact that you leave some people unsatisfied, your ego makes you go towards people who stunt your thinking capabilities, wow "Dumb ways to die" coming through. You thinking is a sign of life in humans, once you stop thinking, it means you are dead. So you kinda go to metaphorically go towards groomers and people who can groom and stunt your liberal thinking abilities to that of a 7 year old. See this is one of the bad patterns that people who go through child SA go through. And I am bold enough to state it as it is. Now whether this is your story or not, it is for you to decide. Be aware of your patterns.

I heard sexual pleasure granted by divine. I think you have a lot of problem accepting the kind of body and sexual pleasure the divine has granted you an access to, this might sound really cultish, but be careful on how you interpret my words

" Your sexual pleasure is the pleasure universe has given you indiscriminately so that you can access what it feels like to get high, it isn't bad to feel high at times (in fact its good) but overdoing it, letting other people control your highs and make you submissive by constantly invading your boundaries to control the way you reach that high is disgustingly evil" That's one of the reasons why infantilization of adults and any type of grooming, even if it is grooming of adults, its considered bad.

That's what I'm getting, your ego of seeking a loyal partner who wouldn't leave you makes you stay in abusive relationships, where people try to control your sexual pleasure and the way you feel it, you endure this abuse to keep such people around, cause you love them but you don't realize that they won't love you, they just do it to feel a sense of control over you, because you give them that feeling. Yet you do this and endured this abuse on your body to keep them around as it deeply hurts you to be cheated on or left behind or not being good enough for a certain someone.

So what I want to say is, if you allow people to use you constantly and not take autonomy of your sexual pleasure, you will never get the type of satisfaction you want nor will you ever satisfy the people you want to satisfy, cause all you are doing is just letting other people use your body and never really feel the intimate, sexual romance sex brings with it. You know what's 8th house in astrology? Its the house of transformation, death, sex, taboo, things you do in secret type of energy. You know why those porn videos on internet never suffice, cause they aren't the things one does in secret, its all for show (Rahu energy) just to look like a certain type of way, the real thing is passionate, intimate, sensual and so wholesome at the same time.

To put all these concepts in this house together means you gotta bring a change within yourself (transformation), or simply let your raw self out. Now there are many negative connotations to this house, but in all honesty, honey you gotta feel it. You gotta understand that in real sex, once you get all these dustys off of your life, partners see each other and love each other for who they are, you can't keep hiding forever.

Now I'm seeing these fake weird self help gurus, sexual help gurus, now I am not telling you to do exactly as I say, but if you are a part of cult that tells you that getting fucked/married by men is the greatest feeling ever, and a wife shall not or should not ask for more, even when she is dissatisfied with the foreplay and if the dude isn't even taking an ounce of an initiative to to help your sexual needs with toys, or calls your desires devilish or even names your kinks as shameless and sinister, then sis/bro you need to take autonomy of your sexual pleasures, and get out of this mindset, also this relationship assuming you have since you are engaging with my reads, no matter how much it boils your blood. I can channel you guys crying, please take your time with this read, if this is your pile. You know what is right for you.

I am getting that you are running from this message. But Liam Payne's song is coming through, you are the tide honey, these messages are the moon (intuition).

I also think the people you imagine as your prince charming or you once used to (cause I'm betting on the fact that you are out of this abusive relationship) , they are literally dumbasses who think all you wanna do is get forced upon on a daily basis, and these idiots who don't understand your rough desires are literally calling you a slut, sex hungry person on a daily basis, when they don't even understand your sexy. Its like eating dirt from the face of earth. What the hell sis? Stop fantasizing about them

Also I think you often leave the people who tend to understand you and your rough desires, cause you fear them having this affect and power on you but once you get acquainted with them, you will feel so satisfied, tasted, satiated by them and they will love the energy you bring into the room as well.

I am also getting this Aphrodite (Greek goddesses are coming though a lot, you might have an altar for Greek Gods). I feel like you have this insatiable energy to you, like people are never satisfied with you, either they want none or they want more and more of you. Anahita the Zoroastrian goddess of fertility, also coming through here. The story of Emperor Augustus freeing Vedius Pollio's slave and abolishing slavery coming through here. Wow but you guys could be into studying history or law as well. The story of Augustus gives me this sense of freedom that you haven't felt in a long time as it was bottom necked and gradually closed off after long and long years of abuse and grooming and indoctrination of ideas that weren't truly yours. I am getting a Trident, which reminds me of Hindu God Shiva and Greek God Poseidon which in my opinion refers to breaking off this sheltered state that was suppressing your inner anger and needs. I am also getting so much water energy with Aphrodite, Anahita, Poseidon and Shiva, I feel like this refers to you, finally allowing yourself to flow and breaking of the barriers that were crossing your personal boundaries. Its as if you are finally becoming one with this eternal state of flow which Universe follows and letting your tenderness show and flow....

Currently some of the affects you have on people who don't like you as much is that you kinda encourage them to force themselves on you, and they think them slut-shaming, embarrassing and emasculating you off of your confidence is dimming your shine and turning you into a better "women". Disgusting, literally disgusting if anything else. They would want you to kneel yourself infront of them and everything that they like. For example they like superman, then you too should like superman too and never complain about that red underwear worn outside a full-set of covered clothes as being cringe even if you think that way. These abrasive people just wanna leave you unsatiated wanting for more, knowing damn well they cannot possibly satisfy you while they try to love bomb you and breadcrumb you in pieces to keep you in their shackles.

While the people who understand you can't seem to get enough of you, they love to make you scream and reach you ecstacy with their own hands cause they love you like that. They wanna rough fuck you like there's no tomorrow, they love making love with you. Also eating your ass or getting eaten by you. I heard they haven't had it in a while and they miss you and want you do that. Maybe you guys are good at eating A$$. Like damn, some of you could be LGTQIA+, take it how it resonates.

Girl, something about your energy tells me we are friends, even if I call you a dumb hoe. You do have this girlboss energy to you.

And the affect people have on you can be so diverse, I am specifically picking up Jungkook from BTS and Jinu from Kpop demon hunters. I am literally seeing people divorcing because of you and that affecting you guys as well. This is kind of a scary energy, but I am picking up Jinu allowing demonic forces to feed off of people which is morally very wrong. So something about your life being disrupted by a big person with name, fame and power could be significant. Just one day by BTS coming through significantly, specifically "Just one day I want to hold your hands, just one day I want to be with you"

Like they could feel like its illegal or even wrong to touch you, hold you, they could plead you to please let them go for another round. But it feels wrong for their colleagues or other employees to know about. I just feel like you make them happy. Bruv I ain't gonna lie, this feels like straight up, workplace abuse (ok but I am also getting someone you had a solo with/masturbation session maybe is missing you and is also currently in a office, and maybe they are the one getting abused in office, idk which one of you is getting abused though, I am sorry if you or any one of your partners are going through that.

All of their collaborations are stuck in one place because of you and your sensual affect. Like they are forcing themselves to concentrate on work to forget all about you. Like their only source of joy is their own work now and their individual work only. They are not asking for help or taking one even if they need any. I feel like this person feels more motivated to abuse people since meeting you and forcing themselves over you or getting forced by people (basically rough sex). I don't know if they have acted on this feeling, but I think you are stuck in a company of very closed minded people who don't understand rough or bdsm typa sex and relate their animalistic desires to r wording or getting r worded by people. Ok what the fuck? Get out of here sweetie pie. I am also getting that this is someone who wants voyeurism and public sex, they don't understand the frequency of having private sex with you. OMG, Idk who this Mogambo is, leave him. Something about Equator or Ecuador.

I am seeing that they feel very determined to move in their life, but due to karma hitting this person back, all of of their investments are going in drain.

I think positively (affect you have on people on good people specifically) you have quite the dreamy affect on people, maybe you are really good at wooing them. I am also seeing you have bad habit of misunderstanding your own skills, talents and acknowledgements. People might feel as if you kinda tease people a lot, especially in public. Idk why I am channeling that Kris wu and some dudes from burning sun scandal. I feel like maybe sometimes people feel like you aren't worth it and might compare your behavior to those of uglies, only to realize you were an abundant sugar daddy or sugar mommy archetype, devil in reverse here, people may feel trapped in your fantasies doesn't mean you have done something wrong here. Maybe the previous person we channeled did fake accusations against you. "You reap what you sow" maybe that's how you answer people who accuse you of fake sexual allegations but end up craving for the same rough sex that you once gave them (idiots 🙄) and they don't like it. I am also getting you have a similar affect on people who love you where they become attached to you and hide their true feelings and insecurities in front of you. They believe they need to look their best, or the perfect for you. I think you are idealized as this dreamy person a lot. Like if you decide to take them on a date they will decide to be the perfect partner for you.

I think your sex appeal wins over people's subconscious and dominates their fantasies whether you like it or not, they kind of love portraying you as this cold hearted Vincenzo typa mafia and traitor and would love to win you over regardless of how bad they think you are, and here you are dying and crying in insecurities before all this glow-up. They could imagine you basking in sunshine soaking up all that sun. Like they see all that sun illuminating within you. Cause there is an edge to you and people literally creampie over that. And you silly you are still trying to let people use you up thinking that as good sexual experience, when people want you to dominate them. damn!!! you gotta straighten up pile 4. People will love you the way you are, I am getting jump over you, they will literally be over the moon to have a person like you, I am chanelling Megan Fox, Beyonce and Ariana Grande in your energy, like we literally channeled Jungkook in this pile, what I don't understand is why are you so unsatisfied with yourself?????? You just gotta let loose, stop being so frigid. I am literally getting that women could start ovulating over you (some of you could be girls who could make other girls go crazy). Now god knows what sorta domination fantasy you got onto them with your face. But really stop being slaves of other people's opinions of you. You guys can have scorpio ascendant or pluto in your first house. There's a theme of being a sex icon or eye candy and objectification, since I do not want to channel those unhealthy energies nor make you feel unseen for chanelling your persona not the inner you. Iam sorry if this pile didn't have that many sexual messages, instead a whole damn lecture right there. Don't let other people abuse you and use you to finally feel like everybody loves you, no, your beauty lies in you not allowing people to take unfair advantage of your insecurities and growing tf out of them. This type of dip in self confidence could also be due to some fake allegations against you in the past.

"Show me how it gets better" - its an affirmation, how does it get better by you being you and yourself, show this world how it gets better by the way of you being who you really are. - Sah D' Simone

You are more than enough. You don't need to tolerate all that abuse on a daily basis to feel if you are beautiful enough to be loved and not left behind. Also I feel like you are tired of being jealous of others for getting better treatment than you and being bitter of yourself, but this is isn't a solution right? You got to stop misinterpreting, and create misunderstandings.

Like people literally love getting slutted up by you. They would want you to ask them out on a date. They might want to slut their lives up for you sometimes in public. You can spice up their lives. I am getting Demeter the Greek Goddess of agriculture and harvest. I feel like you guys could have many earth sign placements. Your touch is very sensual it feels like Midas hands to them. I am getting a very hands on vibe from you, even with Engineer coming through before, I am getting like a sexy mechanic vibe through you guys. "Your hand is very sensual" I heard. I heard Kingly star or royalty so Magha nakshatra could be significant. Th disney movie Encanto coming through. Just like Bruno who was wrongfully ostracized, I think its obvious that despite being the right person in the room and getting persecuted, people recognize this rebel streak within you and want to tame this baddie.

Takedown by Twice, a soundtrack of K-pop demon hunters, is a song where the main character Rumi contemplates if the song is ready to be sung, as the demons aren't bad but were turned evil by Gwi-ma. So she knows its not all in their hands. So she wants to create a more empathizing version which everyone enjoys but in secret. Are you hideous on the inside or do you not understand yourself? Cause Twice choosing to sing the original version even in the credits without any modifications seems so symbolic to me, its as if no matter what they do, they will have to surrender to their company's whims and hide their own scars in real life, no matter the happy ending of K-pop demon hunters. I feel like you guys are given a choice by a Gwi ma of your own if its really necessary to hide these scars or embrace them? Is fulfilling these materialistic desires really going to make you happy?.

Channeled song : Burning Bridges by Sigrid, Takedown by Twice

I humbly advice to kindly give it an ear.

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bite the hand- michael robinavitch x reader

pairing: robby x reader

summary: it's been 12 years of you and Michael, but they weren't easy years

warnings: swearing, kissing, sexual themes but no smut, HEAVY INFIDELITY, cheating, covid scenes, drinking, reader uses feminine pronouns (I think), not beta read

a/n: hey queens! first fic, who dis! this was silly and fun to write. deep themes of bite the hand by boygenius. please interact it boosts my ego! love y'all.

wc: 2.3k

2012-

“Is this seat taken?” you say, pointing to the only open chair the eye can see. This hotel banquet hall is filled to the brim with emergency physicians who are only surviving off of the stale coffee on the side of the room. No one actually cares about the ‘advancements in facial sutures’ presentation the show boat plastic surgeon is giving, they all just have to be there to represent whatever department they work for.

Three days into this three day conference, you are regretting being the cheerful intern who offered to go to this stupid thing. There is no way in hell it will actually get you any brownie points with your attending, but hey, worth a shot.

The man looks up at you with annoyingly nice brown eyes. “Oh, um no. All yours” he stutters out. Great, sitting next to one of those doctors who spent too much time reading and not enough time interacting with people.

About halfway through the godforsaken talk, your seat partner pulls out a water bottle from under his chair. You spot the familiar black and yellow logo as one of the various stickers on it.

“You like the Penguins?” you whisper in his direction, trying not to disturb the crowd around you.

“Yeah. I work in Pittsburgh. I treated one of the Pens support staff once, they gave me the sticker as a thank you” he whispers back. Okay, so he can be normal.

You look at him smiling, “Oh! I work in Pittsburgh too. I’m an intern at Presby”. He looks shocked at your confession, like you told him too much, or something he didn’t want to hear. But after a beat, smiles and looks back at you”

“I’m an attending at Pittsburgh Trauma,” he tells you, looking for your reaction. You smile and nod and turn your head back towards the speaker droning on.

After the session is finished, you slip out of the room before he gets the chance to say anything more. Hours later, you find yourself at the hotel bar, alone at a high top table looking down at your drink.

“Is this seat taken?” your head pops up at the question. The man, whose name you never got, is standing across from you. You smile to yourself for a breath.

“All yours, on one condition though” you request. He looks at you quizzically, but nods for you to continue. “I learn your name”.

“That's easy enough. Michael Robinavitch, but most people call me Robby. Can I learn yours or is this a one way street?” You both giggle before you tell him your name. You both enjoy a few drinks, chatting about work, school, and Pittsburgh. Before you know it, you’re being pushed up against the door of his hotel room.

“Fuck, Michael” you moan out while he kisses your neck. You make quick work of undoing his button down while he picks you up and throws you onto the bed. As he sinks to his knees in front of you, you blurt out “Wait! I’m engaged”.

He picks himself off the floor while you sit up. “Oh wow, okay, I’m so sorry” he says, trying to look anywhere but you.

“No no, don’t apologize, I should have told you before we got this far. I’m sorry, really”

“Um, what should we, do you want to go? I mean like-” you cut him off by rising to your feet and grabbing his collar, turning his head just slightly to look at you.

“I think you should kiss me again, Michael” Somehow, all the morals in his body left him when you said his name like that. So he kisses you again and brings you back to his bed.

2016-

You haven’t spoken to Michael for four years. You have seen him in passing at different work events where ED physicians of Pittsburgh come together, but you haven’t spoken. What you have done though is add a second ring on your left hand. No kids, still in the same rental house, but marriage? You had done that.

You and your husband, Cooper, were out with some other couples from your neighborhood. It was some new bar arcade that were all the rage. You are dragging your feet across the sticky floor, coming off a 12 hour shift. Being one of only a few senior residents in your class, it felt like the shifts never stopped. But Cooper was insistent that tonight was the day where all the couples go out. You sat nursing a beer that had gone warm, watching as Cooper and some of the other guys play Mini Hoop. The wives are chatting around you about nothing in particular, or at least you weren’t listening close enough to follow.

Your feet start moving back towards the bar before your brain can catch up to them. Ordering another drink, you look around. Your eyes land on someone familiar and before you can stop yourself you say, “Michael?”

His head whips around at you, seemingly abandoning his conversation. He calls your name and pulls you into an awkward side hug. “How have you been? It’s been a long time” . You think to yourself about why he is so cheery for the man who you knowingly had an affair with years ago, then you spot the four empty beers on the bar top next to him. Everything clicks.

Before you can answer him, the bartender comes over with your beer. They ask if you want anything else. You throw caution to the wind and say, “Two tequila shots please”. If Michael is drunk, you might as well be too. After throwing those back, along with your beer, Michael introduces you to his friend Jack. You all chit chat while Cooper is still off playing pool with his friends.

After some time, Michael leans into you and whispers “You still engaged?”

“Married” you respond.

“You still want to get out of here? I live a block away?”

“Let me go make some excuses. Meet me outside” You saunter off to go find your husband, thinking of ways that you could cover for leaving, but not going home.

“Hey baby!” He shouts, way louder than he needs to. Perfect, he’s drunk.

“Hey. I have to go into work, someone got sick and they really need someone to cover for a few hours. I’ll meet you at home later?” You lie through your teeth. Someone else makes a shot with their cue as he nods and yells an ‘I love you’ in your direction. You say one back and make your exit.

Michael is perched outside, impatiently awaiting your arrival. He is fiddling with something in his coat pocket and bouncing his leg. Once you two are out of eyeshot of the bar, he leans in to kiss you. You both melt into it, like it has been a missing piece to your lives.

He pulls back, looking at you and says “I’ve been waiting for four years to do that”

“What else have you been waiting to do?” Your eyes shimmer up at him. He pulls a lopsided grin, takes your hand, and drags you in the direction of his place. Not for a moment do you think about your husband. It doesn’t feel wrong with Michael. It feels better actually, better than it ever does with Cooper.

2020-

The pandemic fucking sucks. There are no other feelings that you have attached to it. It just fucking sucks. Especially when your administration moves you into a different hospital.

There just aren’t enough doctors. The Presby ED is turning into a makeshift urgent care for non-COVID related patients, but it seems like all patients everywhere are COVID related. So the ward at PTMC needs more help, you need to go.

Before isolation started, you and Michael Robinavitch had a standing meeting at his place every other Tuesday. Cooper thought you were working, Michael didn’t have anyone to lie to. At least no one of importance or no one who cared. It wasn’t always sex. Sometimes you sat in his living room and argued about the Beatles. But nine times out of ten he was fucking you until you couldn’t walk staright. This arrangement had been going on for almost four years, but somehow, Cooper still had no idea.

The pandemic had busted that meeting up though. You two basically lived at the hospital, too tired to even think about kissing each other. Working together also puts a damper on both of your sex drives. You don’t want to give anyone any ideas about what has gone on between the two of you. Jack knew that you were old friends, but no one else had any clue into what has really been happening over the past eightish years.

Michael is on edge, you are all on edge. But not the good kind that makes you better doctors. Not the kind of on edge that happens after you run a successful code. This is the kind of on edge that you feel when things are about to go wrong.

He is treating Doc Adamson, his mentor. Every other doctor in the place offered to switch with him, but he insisted that it had to be him. It has to be him that makes sure he gets better. You are treating a little girl right next to him. Everything logical in your body knows neither of them are going to survive this.

“I’m giving the ECMO machine to your kid” He says when he walks into the room. Your head snaps up so fast, it’s dizzying.

“What? No. We don’t even know if it will make her better. You can’t just–”

“It’s been 17 days. He’s not getting better”

“It’ll kill him Michael”

“So will knowing that we could have tried harder to save her!” He walks out of the room, giving an order to the nurse to call cardiology and switch the machine. You don’t feel yourself following him. Mentally you’re still rechecking her vitals, listening to the whirr of the ventilators around you. But your feet aren’t there.

They find Michael outside.

“I don’t have a mask on, stay six feet” he says without looking up. He knows exactly who it is without it.

“You didn’t have to do that” you say, sliding down the wall a few feet away from him.

“You know I did”

“Yeah, I do”

“I miss you” he admits quietly, more like he is saying it to himself.

“I know that too”

“You can’t even fucking say that you miss me too?”

“Michael of course I miss you, you know–”

“You know I don’t know what else you want from me. I have given you fucking everything you could ask for and yet you still don’t even care” he stands up, throwing his hands in the air.

“I do care, I have just other things to care about too”

“Oh what? Your fucking husband? The one you have been cheating on consistently for four years? Fuck, even before then too. He is really what is stopping you?”

“You don’t want this. Not seriously. I promise that you have the best deal right now, all the best parts just for you”

“Maybe I want the bad parts too? Have you ever considered that? That maybe I want more than you just biting the hand that feeds you. Oh because your marriage is fucking perfect? That’s why you want to stay with him? Seriously y/n what else do you want from me?” He spits out, yelling now.

“I want the marriage Michael! I want to be a grown up!”

“You want the marriage? Okay fine, get divorced today and I will marry you tomorrow. I’m serious. But you are too fucking scared of it. You are terrified that you will be happy with me”

“Yeah, I am. Is that what you want me to say? I’m horrified that I will be happier with you than I ever was with him. I’m sorry” your voice is quieter now. He sees the tears falling from your waterline and his eyes soften in return.

“No, no I’m sorry. I never should have said any of that”

“It’s okay, you meant it. You really would marry me?”

“The last four years gave you no inclination that maybe I fucking love you more than anything else in my life?”

“I don’t know, I thought maybe you only liked me because you couldn’t have me. If it’s worth anything, I love you too” you pull out your phone and immediately open the phone app. Michael spots your favorite list from over your shoulder. It's his name, and then Coopers. You click on Coopers contact.

He picks up on the second ring, you guys don’t call often. You tell him that you are moving out.

Michael is shocked that Cooper doesn’t seem surprised. You look at him and say “we are already in the process of divorce”

His eyes blow wide in a look of both betrayal and excitement. “It hasn’t been working for a long time. We got married way too young. He knew that too” you tell him.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, throwing all caution of being at work to the wind.

“Sure, but we have to go back inside”

2024-

Dana thinks Michael is especially prickly today. It’s the anniversary of Adamson’s death. It’s a weird day for everyone.

People knew that the two of you are married, but not a soul knows how long ago it started. That’s not their business.

“Where’s Dr. Girl Robinavitch?” Dana asks, looking for you to take a patient that just got roomed.

“Don’t call her that,” he said.

“Jeez, okay Sad Boy” she said, looking elsewhere.

Once she finds you she says, “Robby is fun today”.

Taking the tablet, you say, “well you know what today is”

Simultaneously, you say “the day doc died” and “the day he confessed his love for you”.

You turned to Dana, shocked. She just shrugs and says, “You would think he would be at least a little bit less bitter. But I don’t know, a weird day for both to happen”.

“He told you that?”

“No, of course not. I just know everything”.

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laserbobcat · 23 hours ago

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Soap box moment but bad world building triggers me, I'm annoying like that.

No shade to people who like these tropes as is, I don't want to shit on your porn with plot, and I believe in well tagged free from judgment content. Policing what people draw or write is step 1 to puritanism and other pleasantries like whole works getting deleted and all lgbt content being bagged in with all that. Fiction is a great way to explore and get things out of your system, and the line between what's acceptable and what's not is too easy to move further and further until it's only squeaky clean right wing approved content. Just don't interact with people you think are weirdos that you don't agree with and keep moving. They're just writing weird shit in their little corner, and you are someone's weirdo in your little corner, you wouldn't want people to barge in and shame you to stop because you're a problem to society. Don't create a line at all. Idk we have bigger problems, like all these motherfuckers who actively go out of their way to interact with as much people as possible and actually changing mentalities IRL with shit like "women should be in the kitchen and men can't help themselves and black people are always angry and the lgbt are annoying they're so out there, subscribe for more wisdom"

ANYWAY

Talking about furry sex and leshycat "lore" stuff :3 It's LONG, I'm way too talkative.

Heats: yeah that's all hot and fun, "Oh no shit happened and now we have to deal with the awkwardness. In my defense you jumped on me and I was a bit drunk. No I'm not angry at you. Idk, do you like movies, do you want to see Fast and Furious 27 with me friday?"

BUT LIKE if most of your characters work like that, your society should be entirely different. Ours work with our biology in mind, which is "Let's assume people are horny all the time and show naked women to sell yogurt" or "There's no such thing as "I couldn't help myself" go to jail" (in theory I mean, not talking about how society fails us you know)

Fun fact, I read LeGuin's book The Left Hand Of The Night before I was terminally online and learned the hilarious unholy existence of ABO and stuff, I'm already picky with worlbuilding and this one definitely upped my standards really high. It's a book about bringing a instantaneous communication technology to another planet, it's really cool. Love this series. People on this planet have the particularity of being sexless unless they're going through a heat cycle. It's very casual, it's just how people work. There's places you can go to get it out of your system and whole different social norms around that. The "Oops I'm stuck with someone while in heat that's embarrassing" thing is there too lol. There's no sexual scenes in it though. The hero is a regular human and it's interesting to see how the two protagonists see each other. Good, book, high recommend.

Love how I'm told ABO and these kind of animal instinct based work are either rough kinky porn with maybe plot, or super detailed commentary about society and the way we view sex, so funny. I like the furry tropes way more because there's no nonsensical anatomy and butt babies. Please no butt babies.

But while I like the chaos that SuperHornyForaWhile™ brings to relationships, I am extremely triggered by lack of consent. It's up to you to change whatever you don't like with tropes, I just make the whole thing softer by taking the "out of control" aspect out. Yes they are desperately horny but no they don't completely lose it. Someone in heat would feel like seeing your super hot coworker tits out "Well great, I'm gonna have to do all their work alone this week while they're at home AND I have a boner now. Fml."

Casual sex is way more common. Though there's a lot of social rules about carefully treading around this to make sure there's no pressure or regrets later. The power of communication. Almost everyone has some embarrassing stories to tell about the subject too, they come out when drunk and oversharing to make everyone laugh.

Maybe monogamy is thrown out the window more often than not "Oh my god I just want to netflix and chill, I don't have the energy for that today, go fuck the neighbor you have my blessing. Tell them to give me back my tupperware by the way."

Everyone has grandma tips and tricks to ease down the whole thing when you just want to wait it out. Most of those tips and tricks are hearsay bullshit, but everyone knows the ones that legit work. Some people don't experience heats at all. And they tend to change depending on age and mental and emotional state.

And like, it's fun to play with the differences between different animals and their perception of the world. Some of them know when there will be an earthquake, or what's the weather will be for the week. Some of them can tell what you ate yesterday by smell alone, and who you interacted with this morning. Again, social rules around that to respect people's privacy.

But the comedy potential. I mean I've seen a lot of it already and I'm never tired of it. "Why do you smell like you slept with that person you say you hate." "Why do you smell like they specifically rubbed on you possessively." "Are you ok? Do you want me to kill them? No?" chef's kiss. Poetic cinema.

Back to Morgan and Leshy

Morgan's well known to be 100% not interested in anything, people think he's legit aroace. Man's so repressed and emotionally unavailable that he's not even horny anymore these days, no more heats. It comes out as aggression, which he has to take out on random monsters in Darkwood. "Morgan's so brave and useful by going on missionary trips regularly" yeah no, he needs that to stay so sweet and polite the rest of the time. Thena teases that it would be easier and less dangerous to just jump someone from time to time and he DoesNotHear. I drew that here btw. Since Leshy's arrival, he gets a lot of steam out by punching each other on the regular. Despite the Denial™, feelings grow and the bottled up drives start to act out. He's incredibly confused about why his body started doing the whole cycle thing again. Very inconvenient, very annoying. No explanation for it whatsoever. Complete mystery. Now he's missing work days too, great.

Leshy has the strongest sense of smell of the whole cult, and did not get the memo about the whole social rules things. He doesn't really care what people do, but he does not really care about their feelings either. "Of course you're moody and nauseous, you're pregnant. What do you mean you didn't know, your scent changed two weeks ago. What do you mean I'm not supposed to say that out loud in front of everyone. What does invasive means, like the plants?" Animals with good sense of smell are very useful to doctors, since they detect a lot of things, but Leshy is the worst person imaginable in terms of communicating it. He finally learns to shut the fuck up though, and when he senses something weird he goes to snitch to the head healer Ilona. Some very perceptive people notice when he barges into the healing tent, talk to her for a while and leave, and then someone's called in for a "random health check up" and ends up with a treatment. Drew that here. Leshy 100% keeps tracks of what his brother is doing and absolutely makes fun of him whenever he smells a bit too much like "The annoying lamb and their annoying spouses." He notices when his brother isolates himself (Ew disgusting, brothers can't have hormones) and he absolutely knows what happened when he eventually comes back to society very relaxed, and still smelling like the trio under all the soap he used to try and hide it. "Woah finally, I hope they weren't too disappointed, I mean it's not like you would be enough for one person, imagine three lol" and there goes the fighting. Cain instinct. Now, about Morgan. There's no denial from Leshy at all, he's been down bad for the cat almost from the beginning. The dumb factor here is "I will not make a move, like, ever" because what if Morgan doesn't want him around anymore, like when he breaks something, but permanently. The horror. It's not that bad since they spend a lot of time together and he doesn't want to date anybody, so at least Leshy doesn't have to kill anyone. Great news. Except that one time when this cute stoat hit on the cat and gave him a hug and was a bit difficult to get rid of, and Leshy had to tackle and wrestle him until the scent was gone. He got his ass kicked but it was worth it, and it's not like he's not asking for it anyway. (I need to draw that) Morgan in heat is HELL. Absolutely impossible to ignore. He has to keep constantly busy/distracted the whole time to resist just knocking on his door -or knocking the door down really. The angel vs demon war in his head is particularly funny because they both argue for and against making a move alternatively but for different reasons. The sanity is gone. Burrowing 20 feet underground and breaking rocks down with his teeth helps.

That was long I talk too much.

#blabla #lore

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pawberri · 3 days ago

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To me, the difference is the intent of the medium or software. A book is not a game persay because it is intended for entertainment, but not play. A choose your own adventure book could be considered a game for this reason. An instruction manual for a ttrpg is a game, or part of a game. An ebook running on ebook software is not a game because it is practical software meant to import books into a digital medium. The software itself is purely practical, whereas video game software is designed for play. However, you could likely create a game that runs on ebook software, the same way you can make a game in excel. Tax software isn't usually a game, but that visual novel that does your taxes is a game because it turns taxes into something you play. A still png isn't usually a game because you don't play it, but a png of a boardgame might be a game if you can play it by moving your cursor around the image. You could also make a practical piece of software that runs on a video game engine if it no longer involves play.

Maybe we could define video games as software intended for play. "Play" is key here rather than entertainment or fun. If you play a game for research, not for fun, you've still "played" it. A professional soccer player is still called a "player" even if he doesn't have fun, and the same goes for esports players. You could also design a game that is meant to be played, but isn't meant to be fun or entertaining. Visual novels with no choices are one thing that has some ambiguity as to whether the user "plays" or "reads" them, but they require the user to do all the things involved in "playing a video game" besides tasks that are traditionally considered "challenging." No one would say they aren't "playing Persona" just because they're currently in the story section pressing A through text. But if a game doesn't have a separate section that has a challenge, some people feel that the impulse to say they "played a game" is wrong. However, the engine these games run on, the way they're interacted with, the way they are paced and controlled, its all within the medium of "game" rather than book or play or movie.

However, you could also mess with these categories. You can imagine someone enjoying taxes by "making a game of it." We usually assume this means adding points and rules and such, but you could simply say,"the game is that I do my taxes, and I win if I finish them." Or you could say "I play taxes" without even having a win state. That's not dissimilar from the rules of playing a visual novel. "The game is that I read the story, and I win if I finish it" or just " "I played Umineko."

Categories be so mutable

Its weird to me when I listen to gamer podcasts or just hear gamers debating and theyre like "the game doesn't really have a core gameplay mechanic you just walk around" likeee... walking around exploring is the core gameplay mechanic then... even in real life there are games where you just walk around and use ur imagination... #pretendmaxxer

#long post #discourse #kinda #but silly #gif #eye strain gif?

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softichill · 2 days ago

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can u just infodump about seam. i want to know More

I spent 50 minutes typing out a multi-page infodump and then tumblr refreshed and deleted all of it

I typed it all out again under the cut but. Augh

Seam is a character who is so deeply fascinating to me. Most people kinda just regard them as Jevil's old friend, or the depressed shopkeeper. And to be fair they are also both of those things JGNSKNG

But there's something I don't see a lot of people acknowledge; their connection to the secret bosses. They're the character who's told us the most about Shadow Crystals, and up until Gerson/The Old Man in ch4 they were the ONLY character to mention them. It was their friendship with Jevil that brought them into all of this, with his words "sticking in [their] cotton" and making their view of this world, AND I QUOTE,

"Darker, yet darker."

^ This line of dialogue drives me crazy. This is one of only two direct references to Entry No. 17 in Deltarune so far (with the other being the church song with "shadows cutting deep") and it is said in DIRECT REFERENCE to Jevil's descent into madness, and Seam falling into nihilism. This is the line that caused people to start theorizing that Gaster was the one telling the secret bosses the "Truth".

Along with that, they seem to know every other secret boss as well; and the order we'll be fighting them in. They refer to Spamton as "that salesman", meaning they already knew who he was, and say he got ahold of "that old machine", implying they also knew about the NEO body. They even talk about how the body probably held a lot of importance to someone ("A certain Lightner, perhaps...").

They also know someone else.

"We all know there's no winning there" WHAT DO YOU MEAN "WE ALL KNOW". NO WE DON'T. HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW.

The knew the Knight. They knew that's who we were going to be fighting next. They even knew we'd need the Shadow Mantle to even have a fighting chance-- and had it on hand, too (until it got taken by ERAM).

If we're going by the theory that the secret bosses were told the complete story of the game/prophecy, and Seam was told at least some of it by Jevil, then that means they knew we were going to fight the Knight next, despite no one except Kris or maybe Ralsei knowing we were going to face off against it, and they knew we were supposed to lose. But that doesn't explain how they knew we'd need the Shadow Mantle to win, or why they just HAD IT WITH THEM.

They seem to know Gerson too, and judging by their dialogue they almost expect us to lose against him, but... collecting the Shadow Crystals and winning these battles is giving them hope. They call the feeling "quite funny"-- they weren't expecting to feel it again, probably after so long of having lost it.

That's another thing that's fascinating to me. Collecting the Shadow Crystals gives them hope. If you never fight the secret bosses, they remain depressed; they'll chat about a change in their shop, a funny interaction they had that day, or will just say something cryptic (what happens in the Dark World after the sun goes down, Seam. Why should we leave before dark, Seam). But when you fight the secret bosses, they seem... actually excited. It's something they look forward to, something they WANT you to keep up with even if their nihilism keeps them from being truly hopeful. Even if you lose to the Knight, they say it was "fun to pretend" that it would lead to anything. And they thank you.

So, seeing as they seem to be genuinely invested in us collecting the Crystals...

We have 3. Only 2 more. That makes 5 crystals in total that Seam wants to collect.

There's 7 chapters.

Now, obviously from their dialogue here they plan to make us something. And we might even know what it is! Through datamining we can find this item:

But.... if that's all they're doing, just making us an item for maybe the final secret boss, then that would only be 6 boss fights, leaving a gap for one more.

....There's a few lines of dialogue they have where they mention wishing they could see the fights in action. Most notably with Jevil, if you open his door and then go talk to Seam first, but there's probably others I can't think of off the top of my head. We also know they've been in battle before-- the Undertale Cross Stitch book has this little snippet about seam rippers:

And when they talk about Jevil, they say something deeply fascinating to me:

We've seen Jevil's definition of a game. Specifically the Numbers Game: if your HP drops to zero, you lose. It's a battle.

And something else we've seen...

^ This is from the winter 2024 utdr newsletter, around the announcement of Seam's plush. The wording in the first image strikes me: "In any case, I had to make a design." It seems like a first glance that the design was only made for the plushie, but "in any case" feels like Toby was planning on making one ANYWAY. And in the second image, which is the only piece of concept art Toby showed us, it shows their full body facing left at an angle.

A pose we've seen a few times before in battle.

While I'm open to it not being true, I FIRMLY believe that Seam is going to be a secret boss; most likely in chapter 6 or 7. I feel like it narratively makes the most sense right now, and also It Would Be Really Cool.

There's definitely other stuff I wanna talk about but most of it is just fun little characterization bits that aren't rlly part of a wider arc, and all of which I've talked about in other posts, but yea. Seam rant that took me two hours to type out

#ask #deltarune #seam #seam deltarune #deltarune seam #deltarune spoilers #deltarune chapter 3 spoilers #deltarune chapter 4 spoilers #RAAAAAAAGH I FUCKING LOVE SEAM DELTARUNE

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loserabby · 3 days ago

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Caitlyn mommy kink 🫢 who said that

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚. 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 mommy!cait x gf!reader

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₊˚ 𓂃 ₊ ˚ ✧ cait's ambition and role as commander means she spends less time at home, you're understanding of the importance of what she does but it doesn't make the neediness any easier when you only see her in fleeting moments. you think you're doing well keeping yourself satisfied while your mommy's hard at work until you can't anymore — making cait realise how she's neglected you recently.

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 : ngl wrote the ENTIRE thing and it only occured to me THEN that you might have meant caitlyn having a mommy kink for reader... so honestly, just take it as it is and sorry if its not what was asked for oops. also !!! it's my first time writing in arcane, sorry if it's a little ooc i'm still trying to get a hold on how everyone speaks, mannerisms etc so i just wrote a little something to ease into everything. [ read on ao3 ]

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The bed dips behind you, shifting as someone climbs into the silk sheets. You stir, disturbed by the movement and lift your head slightly to peer over your shoulder only for Caitlyn’s soft hand to gently rest on your shoulder, pressing you softly back down to the plush pillows. Despite the excessive size of her bed, you’d purposely slept closer to Caitlyn’s side of the bed so you’d wake when she finally trudged home.

“Everything’s okay, darling. Go back to sleep for me, okay?” She asks so sweetly if not slightly weary herself, carefully pulling the sheets over the two of you before she pulls your back to her chest. You can feel her bare legs tangled with yours, her strong arm protectively (or is it possessive?) over your lower waist, resting below your tummy as she rests her chin on your shoulder. You can smell the fresh scent of her body wash but beneath that the ever present scent of gunpowder you’ve come to associate with her, feel the silk of her chemise on the skin of your ass where your own chemise has risen up.

She’s been working so much lately, longer hours and more and more responsibility that you barely saw her anymore. Only in stolen moments in the night these days, where you’d be briefly woken by her coming home and leaving. You understood, it had took work to earn her position as Commander and Caitlyn was nothing if not a perfectionist, but this mission was also personal. Sometimes you worried she sunk too much of herself into revenge that she might lose herself to it.

But as much as you understood it, you couldn’t help but feel… Neglected for it. You only saw her through bleary eyes, only felt her touch when dazed by the fog of sleep, the press of her lips as the morning sun barely rose in the sky. You didn’t want to be selfish but you were getting beyond needy.

Burying your face into her pillow, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and the scent that was just… Her as you rode your own fingers, clit grinding against the heel of your palm becomes a nightly routine, your pussy weeping as you think of her cooing in your ear gentle praises.

You’re not quite sure how many times in the last week you’ve had to get yourself off in total, nevermind how many times each night before you finally feel sated. It’s normally when your legs feel like jelly and your pussy drenched and dripping slick down your quivering thighs.

Sometimes you hold pieces of her clothing to your face, inhaling her scent further to help bring you to the edge over and over, but the longer you keep doing that the more obscene it becomes. It goes from holding one of her shirts to your face to her panties at way too quick of a rate, a mortifying secret you hope Cait never finds out.

And once you’re done, once you think you couldn’t possibly wring another orgasm out of yourself thinking of her, you take yourself off to the en-suite and clean yourself up, slipping into bed after and pretending like everything is normal. Acting like your normal, dutiful self.

Only tonight? Tonight you musn’t of cum enough — although one would argue five times was certainly enough — because you’re whining under too gentle a caress of her fingertips against your lower belly above your sheer chemise, a low heat simmering just a touch below.

Your ass moves back against her hips, grinding against her core like you’re looking for something specific. Mainly because you are, but it was wishful thinking she’d be wearing the strap to bed after a near enough twenty hour shift.

Caitlyn’s hand moves to your hip on her free side, stilling you as she laughs softly and with amusement. “Someone is needy. Tell me, darling, have you missed me?”

You whine sleepily, incoherent mumbling as you try desperately to move your hips again (despite knowing you’d still get no relief). “Mhm— missed y’smuch”

She makes an appreciative sound, head moving along your shoulder as she looks at your face — all scrunched up, eyes still shut from tiredness. If it weren’t for that familiar crease in your brow you always get when you’re so worked up or the way you’re softly panting, she’d tell you to go to sleep and wait til morning. “Missed your mommy, is that it?” she asks, hand lifting from your hip bone to reach up and brush hair from your face. She trusts you not to move without her say so and you don’t, trained ever so well.

Her lips press softly against the skin of your shoulders, listening to every hitch and quiver of your breath not broken by your needy mewling. “You’re not going to be able to sleep if I don’t take care of you, are you my darling?” She asks, your head shaking no softly in response. “And if I were to hazard a guess: if I were to reach my hand up here,” Her fingers graze the soft skin of your inner thighs, a soft tap to encourage you to spread your legs which you so easily adhere to. “I would find you… Ah, yes… Soaking wet.”

Her touch sends a shiver down your spine, a soft gasp falling from your lips as your head falls back against her while her fingers drag slowly down your drenched slit. She teases gently, bringing your slick up to your clit before lightly circling your aching bud. “Sweet girl, have you been aching for me all this time? So messy, you must really be worked up, I’m surprised you aren’t begging like a pup for me. Much too tired I suppose?” Cait’s tired drawl as she slowly builds pressure against your clit, feeling it pulse against her.

You nod in response, whining and grinding against her touch. “Pl-Please, mommy, I’ll be good. Need it… Need you, miss you, please” You babble incoherently, feeling how easily she’s bringing you to the edge already.

She’s peppering the side of your face in kisses, murmurs of good girl and so precious for mommy as two fingers sink into your pussy, her thumb taking over working your clit. You clench around the sudden intrusion, your arousal easing the slight sting as Caitlyn wastes no time stretching you open.

You gasp at the feeling, having missed the sensation of her inside of you, your mewling and gasping eclipsing the filthy sound of your cunt squelching each time her fingers move in and out of you. It’s embarrassing how fast she brings you to the cusp of your orgasm, thighs clenching and body shaking, back arching away from her as you feel yourself gush down her hand.

“There we are, sweet girl, that’s right… Cum for me, darling, show mommy how much you’ve missed me.” She coos softly in your ear as she works you through it, only pulling her fingers away when you’re so overstimulated you’re arching away.

She lifts her fingers to your mouth, lips dropping open without request as you kitten-lick her digits clean. “You taste wonderful don’t you, darling? Like a dream” You groan at her words, nodding softly in agreement until each one of her fingers has been cleaned by your tongue swirling around, swallowing all trace of yourself from her skin. You don’t drop her fingers from your mouth until she gently eases them out, idly sucking on them for a few moments for comfort.

“There we are, sweet girl. What do you say?”

“Thank you, mommy”

Her lips press to the side of your face, slight pressure behind the kiss before she brings her fingers from your mouth to brush your hair from your face again. “That should tide you over until morning, shouldn’t it?” She asks as you turn to face her, burying your face in the crook of her neck — inhaling her scent once more like it can ground you.

You nod, eyes closed and still pressed against her skin. “Miss you, never see you anymore” your words are muffled but she can still hear the ache, the longing in them. Her arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to her as she hugs you.

She knew she’d been focusing on work, knew she was sacrificing certain things to achieve others but she hadn’t realised you were one of the things she’d been unintentionally sacrificing. Time, intimacy, she only saw you in this bed, saw the echoes of you in the Kirraman estate whenever she wandered through its halls late at night or early in the morning. Your book left on the side table next to your favourite arm chair, your cardigan left in the mudroom no doubt from when a day became too hot in the gardens and you had forgotten to collect it.

“I’m sorry, darling.” Her lips brush a kiss to your hairline, breathing in the lingering scent of your shampoo and perfume. “You’ll have me tomorrow, and I’ll make sure I’m at home more from now on. Can’t have my favourite girl aching for me like this, can I?”

You can feel your cheeks heating at her words, but your heart flutters at the promise in her words. Another kiss presses to your forehead before she speaks again, “Go back to sleep, sweet girl. We’ll make up for lost time in the morning, okay?”

You nod, allowing the drowsiness of sleep to start to take you. “Goodnight Cait” you murmur, your hands curled into her navy locks.

“Goodnight darling”

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yupstillaghost · 1 day ago

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✨️Halo & Horns🥀

Part 3

Erik Campbell x Pastor's Daughter Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: Erik takes you out on your first real date (in true Erik Campbell fashion of course).

Warnings: swearing, unwanted flirting from a creepy guy, protective Erik, mentions of murder and gore (in the context of a horror movie), romantic Erik, Erik is absolutely whipped for you and the fluff is overwhelming.

Other: reader is wearing a dress and heels, no use of Y/N

Author's note: I was basically twirling my hair and kicking my feet writing this, so I hope you do too. Also, once again i am capped at 50 mentions per post so i am sorry if you did not make the tag list.

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You and Erik sat in the back of the tattoo parlor like two secret lovers hiding from any prying eyes. Well, you couldn't call yourselves lovers just yet. You felt as though your stars were aligned again to have Erik next to you. Being with him didn't feel awkward and your conversations never felt forced. Everything just flowed naturally when it came to interacting with him.

As you flipped through your sketch book together and showed him all your drawings, you explained to him how long it took you to draw each one and what you were feeling while drawing it. This of course led to Erik showing you some of his drawings that he has been working on for his clients or just for fun.

When you were looking through Erik's sketches, he was looking through yours, and he eventually came across the unfinished moth creature.

"Holy shit you really drew this?" Erik exclaimed, holding up your sketch book to show you your own drawing. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment to see your half drawn creature.

"Ya, but it's not finished" you explained downheartedly. Having seen Erik's artwork, you felt like yours paled in comparison. You were starting to think that maybe showing him your work wasn't the best idea. He probably thought your sketches looked juvenile compared to his.

"What do you mean not finished? If it already looks this cool, I can't wait to see what it's gonna look like complete" Erik lit up, his eyes scanning the paper further. You blushed as you watched Erik stare intently at your drawing

"Please tell me you're doing something with this talent" he added while raising his eyebrows at you. "I'm an art major, actually," you beamed with pride "my parent's wanted me to major in religious studies, but art is really the only thing I ever wanted to do."

"Maybe we can put a tattoo machine in your hand someday" Erik said while nudging your shoulder with his teasingly. You chuckled at his words. You couldn't picture yourself being a tattoo artist, but you had to admit you always wanted tattoos yourself. You would have to wait till you were on your own first. If you came home with tattoos, your mother would fall into a coma, and your father would probably perform an exorcism on you.

Erik let out his own little chuckle as if he knew the reason why you found his words amusing. He then reached over and took your hand in his gently. You immediately paused and looked down at your joined hands. That swirling feeling in your stomach returned in full force. Erik went to retract his hand, thinking that he was coming on too strong again, but you took his hand back and intertwined your fingers with his.

He looked at you with parted lips and hopeful eyes. You gave him a shy smile in return and squeezed his hand. Internally, you were surprised with yourself that you wanted Erik this close. You realized that the more time you spent with him, the more you would let your walls down and allow yourself to feel his presence.

"I'm okay with this" you said to him, barely above a whisper. He gave you a closed lipped grin and squeezed your hand back, feeling content that he had the green light to hold your hand. Erik searched your face with his misty blue eyes and swallowed hard.

"Look Peach, if you couldn't already tell, I'm really into you," Erik confessed softly, "and if you want, i would love to take you out sometime." Your mouth went dry and felt your entire face heat up. You definitely knew that Erik was interested in you, but the verbal confirmation had your stomach doing backflips.

"Like, on a date?" you asked without thinking, immediately regretting your embarrassing choice of words. Erik smiled widly and started to giggle.

"No with a sledgehammer" he said with pure sarcasm. You let go of his hand and shoved him playfully as you giggled along with him, almost causing him to fall out of his chair.

"Yes, I wanna take you out on a date" he finally confessed after recovering from his fit of giggles. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and looked down at the tattoo parlor floor. You would be lying if you said you weren't a little nervous about going out on a date with Erik.

Erik himself wasn't the issue. The issue was that you've never been on a real date. Every guy you've ever gone out with was carefully selected by your parents, and during the date, they would watch the two of you like a hawk. You weren't even sure what it would be like to go out with a guy alone. What you were sure of, though, was that Erik Campbell wanted to take you out, and you would be crazy to say no.

"I'm not opposed to the idea" you said, looking up at him with newfound mischief in your eyes "what would you want to do?" Erik tilted his head and stared at you fondly.

"We could go see a movie and maybe get ice cream after. There's a movie theater about 30 minutes outside of town" Erik suggested to you. You slowly nodded your head as you processed his words.

"This all sounds great, but how are we gonna pull it off?" You asked Erik, reminding him that going out won't be as easy as he's making it sound.

"Ever heard of sneaking out?" Erik answered your question with his own."I'll pick you up Peach, you just gotta get out of the house unnoticed." You took a minute to think it over. You could do it. You could sneak out and go on a date with Erik. You were just slightly annoyed that this was the only way you could spend time with him. But the way this unconventional yet beautiful man made you feel was what made all the secrecy worth it.

"Okay, Campbell. You can take me out" you said to him softly, "and just so you know, I'm really into you too." Erik smiled from ear to ear and threaded his fingers with yours once again.

"I kinda had a hunch when you blew off Bible study to come see me" Erik said through a chuckle. Your heart dropped when he mentioned Bible study and checked your phone in a panic. It was almost 10:00pm. You were so caught up in your own world with Erik, you lost track of time.

"Shit, it's late. I gotta go" you muttered, grabbing your sketch book and shoving it in your backpack. You quickly rose to your feet and made your way to the front of the shop with Erik following close behind. You stopped at the front door and turned around to look at him. You allowed yourself to take him in fully one last time, and then you gave him a small smile.

"Text me when you get back to your tower, Princess" Erik said in a gravely tone, offering you a smirk. You let out a single chuckle and a soft "bye Erik" before exiting the tattoo parlor and allowing the cool night air to greet you.

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You carefully put in the nicest pair of earrings you owned and spritzed both sides of your neck with your perfume. You looked and felt the best you've had in a while for your date with Erik. But you did start to wonder if you were overdressed for the occasion.

You analyzed yourself in your full-length mirror, feeling unsure about your outfit choice. Was a knee-length dress with a corset bodice and cap sleeves too formal for movie date? Were your kitten heels too much? You bit your lip apprehensively as you contemplated changing your outfit. Your hectic thoughts were then interrupted by your phone vibrating on your desk, indicating that you had a new text message. No time to change now.

You quickly peered over at your bed. Your pillows were meticulously placed under your covers to look like you were sleeping there, a classic move. It was 11:00pm and you knew your parents were sound asleep at this time. You adjusted the pillows one last time to make sure your makeshift decoy looked as realistic as possible. You then checked your phone to see the message was from Erik.

"I'm outside, Princess. Your chariot awaits" was the message you read that had you stifling a laugh. You walked over to your window and pulled back the lace curtains. Sure enough, there was Erik standing under the yellow glow of the street light next to an Audi Sedan that looked like it was straight out of the 90s.

You stood in front of your window and took a deep breath to calm your nerves. You never snuck out before, and you didn't think you would have to at your age, but there's a first time for everything.

You unlocked the window and opened the glass and screen wide enough for you to fit through. Luckily for you, your bedroom was at ground level, so you didn't have to worry about breaking an ankle trying to sneak out.

You slid out the window with ease, and you quietly closed it behind you. You straightened your dress out as you took one final look inside your bedroom. Everything appeared to be in order, so you turned away, and power walked over to Erik, your heels clicking on the pavement with each step.

"When I said sneak out, I thought you would come out the front door, not climb out your wind..." the end of Erik's sentence was caught in his throat when he saw you in all your glory under the street light. He looked you up and down and he let the word "wow" escape his lips.

You fiddled with the strap of your purse as you looked him up and down as well. You were starting to think he owned multiple pairs of the same black skinny jeans, considering this was the third time you've seen him wearing them. You also thought his combat boots must be his favorite pair of shoes.

He did have some added elements to his look though. The waistline of his pants was wrapped in a plain black leather belt. His black tee shirt, that had the name of a band you've never heard of on it, was tucked into his jeans. Lastly, he pulled the look together with a black denim jacket. His hair was a wild, dark brown mess as usual, and his earrings and septum ring caught the light of the street lamp above you.

He looked like his usual devilishly handsome self, but you couldn't help but notice how casual he was dressed compared to you. You averted your gaze from him and looked down at your shoes, rubbing your glossed lips together nervously. You then saw the tips of Erik's boots meet the tips of your heels as he gently took your hand in his. You peered up at him to see him smiling down at you.

"Pardon my French Sweets, but you look fucking gorgeous" Erik beamed unabashedly, lifting your hand and giving you a twirl so he could see all of you. You offered him a coy grin as you met his fond gaze.

"You look nice too" was all you could manage to say, and you internally scolded yourself for sounding like an idiot. Erik gestured to the car behind him.

"Shall we?" He said casually, his hand still holding yours. "We shall" you replied with a bright smile. In a complete 180 to Erik's bad boy exterior, he brought you to the other side of his car and opened the passenger side door for you. There, waiting for you in the passenger seat was a single red rose. You delicately picked it up by the stem and gave it a sniff, letting out a satisfied hum.

"For me?" You said quietly while internally scolding yourself again for not thinking of something better to say. Erik then fried the circuits in your brain by lifting your free hand to his lips and planting a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"Anything for the pretty lady" he replied while looking at you through his lashes. This man really would be the death of you. You didn't even want to think about how you would go on if things didn't work out between the two of you. Though Erik wasn't your boyfriend, you knew you would probably say yes if he asked to be. You would be a modern-day Romeo and Juliet...but without all the death.

You and Erik made the 30-minute drive to the movie theater with both of you exuding excitement and nervous jitters. You were going to a midnight showing of a new horror movie that Erik suggested you see. You weren't a horror fan by any means, but Erik seemed really excited about the movie, so you decided to put on a brave face and indulge him.

Erik's car was from the year 1996 and was obviously not equipped with modern technology. So he had a collection of CDs that he made himself, and he had one for every mood and every occasion.

During your drive, he put a CD in that had an array of different rock songs that were all about love. You figured he was trying to set the mood, which you found sweet.

You liked that Erik was showing you that he had a romantic side. The rose, the music, the way he held your hand the entire car ride. You knew he didn't have to do any of these things to get you to fall for him. Truthfully, you've been falling for him since you saw him in the kitchen at his house.

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The movie theater lobby was abuzz with people excited to see the same horror movie you and Erik came to see. The smell of buttered popcorn filled the air along with the chatter of all the movie goers. Erik took you to a corner across from one of the concession stands and gave you your movie ticket.

"I'm gonna run to the bathroom real quick, then we can get snacks before the movie starts, okay?" Erik said to you. You replied with a nod, and with that, Erik left you by yourself. It didn't take long for a man in a sports jersey with a bucket of popcorn to come up to you and try to start a conversation.

"Hey Cutie, that's a nice dress" the man complimented you as he looked you up and down and licked his lips. Your anxiety level went from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds.

"Thanks" you said timidly, looking off into the direction that Erik walked in and praying he would come back soon.

"You got a name, Sweetheart?" the man asked you as he leaned on the wall with his arm above your head. You looked at him with a fearful look in your eyes while he looked at you with hunger.

"Listen, I-I'm not really interested in" you tried to turn down the man, but he interrupted you as if he already knew you were rejecting him.

"Cmon, now don't be like that. I got all this popcorn here that I wouldn't mind sharing with a pretty little thing like you." You started backing away from the man, but he took a step closer. Suddenly, your view of the man was blocked by the back of Erik's denim jacket.

"Can I help you?" Erik said calmly, stepping in front of you to protect you from the creepy man. "Dude, get out of the way. Can't you see I'm trying to shoot my shot?" the man responded with an irritable tone.

"Ya well, you're trying to shoot your shot with my date, so no, i won't get out of the way" Erik continued with obvious annoyance. The man laughed as he sized up Erik.

"How does a little fucking punk like you pull a girl like that?" the man questioned while gestering to you. Erik laced his fingers with yours, and you instinctively grabbed his bicep with your other hand.

"Because I'm not a prick" Erik spat back. The man looked like he was about to give Erik a piece of his mind, but you tugged on his arm, signaling him to just leave it alone. Erik squeezed your hand as a way of showing you that he's ready to walk away and he took you over to the concession stand, leaving the creepy man in the dust.

After you got your snacks and found your seats in the theater, you began to feel anxious at the thought of seeing a horror movie on a big screen for the first time in your life. You've seen horror movies before, but you haven't seen very many, especially not in theaters. You felt your heart drop into your stomach when the lights dimmed and the movie started.

During the first half of the movie, your heart was beating out of your chest, and you clutched your bag of popcorn like it was your lifeline. If the movie had monsters, aliens, or any creepy creatures, you would have been fine.

You could handle seeing monsters on the screen. You had tons of drawings of them at home. But you were seeing a slasher movie. You found slashers a lot scarier than monsters specifically because it was more realistic. Anyone could be a killer, your best friend, your neighbor, your lover. The possibility of being murdered by a deranged serial killer is way higher than getting abducted by aliens or mauled by a werewolf.

You glanced over at Erik and saw him with a big smile spread across his face, giggling at the gore on screen. Since you were distracted by Erik, you missed the jump scare in the movie, but the theaters surround sound still got you.

You jumped out of your skin, your popcorn jumping out of the bag along with you. Erik turned his head to see you looking petrified beyond belief. His smile dropped, and he had a look of regret on his face for a moment. But then he smirked like he had an idea.

Erik wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in as close as possible. You looked up and your eyes met his instantly. You could feel his breath fanning over your face and you could see every defining shade of blue in his irises. Your heart was racing for a completely different reason now, and you forgot where you were for a moment.

"I got you Peach" he whispered to you in the dim auditorium, his words only meant for your ears. You took a deep breath as you rested your head on his shoulder. Erik gave your shoulder a light squeeze and then turned his attention back to the film.

You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to enjoy Erik's embrace. You zeroed in on the smell of Erik's cologne and the feeling of his shoulder softly rising and falling with every breath. You blocked out the sound of the actors on screen crying out for their lives and being brutally murdered so you could focus on Erik.

You felt him start to massage comforting circles on your shoulder. You opened your eyes momentarily to see him still watching the film intently, but it made your heart feel so full that he was still trying to comfort you through it all.

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Erik's initial plan after the movie was to take you to get ice cream, but he didn't take into account that no ice cream place would be open at 2:00am. So you both settled for prepackaged ice cream bars from the nearest gas station and laughed off Erik's flawed planning.

You sat in the car together eating the ice cream bars while one of Erik's CDs played softly in the background. While you enjoyed your frozen treats, you both had conversations about almost everything under the sun. Stories from childhood, goals for the future, likes and dislikes, your biggest fears, literally everything. Erik cracked off the wall jokes, and you both laughed till your ribs hurt. You appreciated his unusual sense of humor. In fact, you found it to be refreshing.

After the ice cream was gone and the laughs died down, you could no longer postpone the inevitable. Erik had to take you home. The ride back to your house was blanketed in a comfortable silence. But Erik didn't miss the way you held onto his hand like if you let go, you would float away.

Erik pulled up in front of your house and hesitantly let go of your hand to put the car in park. You searched his face with your sad eyes, looking for any sign that he didn't want you to go. You found your sign when Erik reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and allowed his hand to linger on your cheek. You placed your hand over his and leaned into his touch, savering the feeling of his calloused palm on your face.

That wave of emotions you were feeling when you saw Erik in the tattoo parlor came crashing over you again, but this time, you didn't shy away from it. You lunged forward and kissed Erik on his cheekbone. When you pulled away, you saw your strawberry lip gloss stamped there on the face of a very stunned Erik.

"I had a good time tonight" you said softly, your voice laced with sweetness. Erik snapped out of his awestruck state and cleared his throat.

"Can I take you out again? Like on another date?" He stammered out, clearly still affected by your sudden kiss. You giggled at how cute he was while flustered, and you made a mental note to make him like that again in the future.

"What, you don't want to take me out with a sledgehammer?" You called back to his previous sarcasm from when he initially asked you out.

"No, because I learned tonight that you don't like slashers" Erik responded with a quick comeback. You rolled your eyes playfully at him, then gathered your things so you could get out of the car.

"Seriously though, do you wanna go out again?" Erik reiterated, his eyes staying glued to you. You offered him a fond grin as you twirled the rose he bought you between your fingers.

"Yes" you answered "but no more slashers movies."

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michipan · 3 days ago

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sfw link ^^

(cracks knuckles) ok so lemme tell you. from the moment i saw this event's masterlist, i was HOOKED by your fic. mean slytherin kai??? YES PLEASE??? gave myself a moment to sit down and really enjoy this fic so i could give you a proper review soooo… prepare yourself, because im completely normal! ^^

starting off with the smut being in his pov… ouuuu yes i love. i can’t remember the last time i read smut in the male lead’s pov, this was so interesting and refreshing (also i couldn’t help but get stuck on the fact that you used “cloying”. such a cool word just wanted to tell you!) but christ… what an opening scene!! this was such a good choice on your part, so many things were told about his character right off the bat— his refusal for intimacy when literally having sex, the degrading way he regards this girl, his dominance… oh lord i was squealing and kicking my feet!!! the fact that he physically pushed down this girl’s hand when she tried to kiss him??? ohhohohohoho ur so good… calling it a line he never crosses… AND WHEN HE WENT “should I?” AHHHHH i can’t. he’s so cold and arrogant and i LOVE IT

“She can’t let him be the one to leave first, not tonight.” im not gonna get into it too much right now because it’s gonna come LATER, but it’s crazy how such small details like these manage to encapsulate your characters so much. it’s like you know all your characters like the back of your hand, im enamoured…

“He strides through the grand halls with the effortless poise of someone who believes the castle itself was built for him.” this sentence. DO YOU KNOW IM CRAZY??? so good so yummy i can imagine him so perfectly… you’re so good at setting the tone, you make it seem effortless; the same goes for status, i absolutely adore that you go into small details like his pristine clothes, the way people react when he passes, the way kai doesn’t regard them— it really sells the whole idea that kai is above everyone, i love it!! EVEN MORE SO when he tries to intimidate a gryffindor, just to get a reaction out of him?? it’s like he needs to prove himself every chance he gets, and the fact that he gets so disappointed when he doesn’t get the reaction he wants is soooo…. fawk… i was a little intimidated… i was a little scared…

your writing is just so??? good??? you keep pulling out imagery left and right and it stuns me because it’s all so unique and not repetitive at all, which is so difficult to do! i love the little motifs that recur throughout (blades, cracks, blood, rot, etc) and how you manage to keep it fresh every time! I read “he could see the ache written in the curve of her back” and immediately ran to my notes to be like “woah!!! me like!!” and TRUST i will be pointing out the other ones i liked!!!

oh also him pretending like he didnt gaf and didn’t want to see mc was so funny to me. he’s just going “i have no choice, i don’t want to see this, idgaf!!” over and over just to get so entranced by her is so akdhadggk okay man. keep telling yourself you don’t care. (btw that whole sequence was SOOOO good!!!)

getting introduced to jay and chaweon was so interesting… i love getting thrown in a situation and be given the context later its my favorite kind of storytelling… it makes everything feel much more intense and trust, my hatred for chaewon is indeed INTENSE!!! when she called??? mc??? DIRTY???? oh i SCREAMED CAUSE HUH!!! but god, this interaction being the way the readers get the mc’s backstory… so delicious. again, you have the ability to set up tone/mood so nicely, and your imagery just amps that up to a 100. “You were the one who showed up on the doorstep with nothing but a trunk and a name no one knew how to say.” you are just so fucking cruel, you know twisting the knife inside of someone after stabbing them is just overkill!!! the fact that her life is just so rough that she even wishes she never got the letter is just so telling…

“Not the muggle-born mistake among children who made spells sing on their tongues, while yours stuttered, cracked, and bled.” this is just perfection. such an intense contrast that shows how the mc perceives herself,,, im giving you a kiss. right now.

MEETING JAY WAS SO. im just gonna repeat myself, but i just love the deliverance in your wording when it comes to certain characters, whether it be introducing them/giving them dialogue. his dismissiveness toward the mc, him laughing at her unease, his dialogue?? oh it’s so telling and i was immediately wary of him… “I wanna be with you. Do that thing with you.”/ “If you really liked me, you’d do it too. You know?” I can just hear that stupid arrogant tone as if what he’s saying is the most obvious thing… good job! I hate him. 💗

HIS PERSISTENCE. THE REVEAL THAT IT WAS ALL A BET. OUHHHHH IM RAGING I HATE THIS GUY!!! him trying to chase after her and asking to talk is such a slap in the face (haha) like??? oh WHO IS YOU!! (also let me tell you the sentence “his form clinging to your shadow” is so fucking cool. just imagining him trying to grab her but not being close enough… your imagery breathes life into this fic)

the switch to kai…. oh 💞💞💞 i can’t i just love his character so effing much. the way he perceives the mc, the way he watches her… the way he grins 🤤 i need him soooooo bad its not even funny. the way he sees her crying and gets HORRNNNNEEEY like wtf do you mean you wanna be the one to make her cry instead($^(#^)& UNDER HIS??? HANDS???MOUTH??NAME??? EXCUSE ME!!? (yes PLEASE!)

this little opposites attract moment you have with kai and mc is just so interesting because of how intense it is, and holy fucking shit i cannot believe i just came to this realization while i typed this up im so fawking dumb: kai’s upbringing was so meticulous, crafted into the perfect leader, someone who can charm his way through anything but can still control the room with a single glance… he was given a formula, given the world, given more attention than he knows what to do with; he’s calm, collected, perfect. and then the mc… is quite literally his counterpart. no family (she’s an orphan right? or rather, adopted? did i pick that up correctly?) mistreated and ignored, forced to care after herself and figure out life, which inevitably flipped itself on its head when she was accepted into hogwarts, a complete 180 from her muggle life.. a storm of trauma and emotions she doesn’t know how to regulate, with powers that are way out of her league [or so she deems] unapologetically herself, unapologetically imperfect. it’s no wonder kai would be drawn to her, she’s everything he’s never been allowed to be!

when kai decides to chase after her, “like a shadow stretching to meet its mark.” (let me just say, the same metaphor for jay and kai, only one is clinging and the other is stretching out? come on. you’re joking.) ouuuu you. you you you you you when i get my hands on you!!! so interesting how the mc knows she’s being followed, and kai doesn’t really care about being subtle?? their dynamic is just so interesting, and kai is so forward it makes me squeal… “The wind caught your hair, brushing it across your cheek. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach out and touch it, feel if it was as soft as it looked, feel if you would flinch.” TO FEEL IF YOU WOULD FLINCH YEOOOWWWW HOW INTENSE!!! this whole interaction was just perfection. crazy first (official) meeting, but hell yeah!

people whispering how dare she? for beating the shit outta jay… grrrr we lowkey gotta kill them. mc not explaining herself bc she knew no one would care anyway… oh we gotta bomb the school! (too much? sorry.) also, i would love to learn more about mc and her powers; i know it was already pretty well established in this fic in regards of what they are and her struggles with them, but i just find it so interesting… something that has the potential to bring her to the top yet is frowned upon, alienates her, and she tries to suppress… i just find it so interesting, along with chaewon’s (ex)friendship with the mc! so much worldbuilding… me love. oh, and her snap at chaewon?? “I have power. You just have a last name.” YESSSSS QUEEN!!! oh everyone cheered. clapped. whistled. screamed, even.

AND KAIS ENTRANCE UGGGGHHHHHHH 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 YOU ARE SO CRUEL FOR MAKING HIM SO FUCKING HOT the fact the you wrote that he was STAKING HIS CLAIM MEOWWWWW im a melted puddle of kai brainrot you cannot be doing this to me its just. not fair!! also why the hell is this man saying he “didn’t do it for me”??? is there a secret third person getting bullied by chaewon in this room that we just didn’t know about??

but ough… mc finally breaking down after having to pretend to be strong… this poor girl.. can i just say, despite you mentioning previously that kai was taught to listen and look into someone’s eyes while thinking a million different things, this didn’t feel like that at all… it was just such a raw and intimate moment, the fact that hueningkai didn’t try to use some flowery language to comfort her, didn’t do anything unnecessary,, but just stood there… just to be there. and the kiss… and the fact that it had yet to develop any passion, bc hueningkai is just so confused on why he’s so drawn to her,, “He tasted like someone who hadn’t felt anything in years and hated that you made him want to” god its like you want me to kill myself i hate you. him also being shaken by the kiss… just to tell her to stop crying bc it ruins her face 😭😭😭 god i love him. I LOVE HIM!!!

my goodness, you really did your big one with this fucking character. i love when kai is written in a more cold manner, it’s such a weakness for me; i love that you made him soooo forward, it’s so ridiculously hot. he knows what he wants and doesn’t care that they have different statuses, which is sooo incredibly HOT?? i wondered if it would be a dilemma between the two (as if he’d be repulsed by her or reluctant to chase after her) but the fact that it’s not is SO REFRESHING you have no idea!! him just following her around like a guard dog…. dude my knees are weak. i need to shake you by the shoulders and scream at you so you can realize what this man is doing to me.

the scene where the mc was having a panic attack was so !!! important to me !!! kai doing something as simple as feeling her pulse and telling her to continue walking with him…. then holding her hand… oh em gee… need that… also yunjin coming up to her after and asking if she was kai’s gf.. and not being super mean and jealous ?! again,,, this is like a breath of fresh air.. it’s not like i hate cliches (love them) but i also find it interesting when you’re just met with the unexpected… like. yunjin’s chill as fuck! okay queen! saying he’s obsessed with the mc… 😖 and calling him unwell LMFAO she’s so chill i wasn’t familiar with her game…

“I’m ambitious,” she said. “And if being ambitious makes me a bad person… then I guess I’m a Slytherin.” this line is so crazy good i ate that shit UPPPP i always think abt that trope where it’s like. idk how to explain it… people that know they’re bitches are more real/better than a person who hides behind a fake persona and tries to convince themselves they’re not rotted… idk. yunjin reminds me of that.

now lets get to this final scene shall we… everything about this was genuinely perfect. i loved hearing kai talk about his upbringing, talk about how cruel it was but not seeing it that way bc yk… it’s what he grew up with. “He sounded like someone explaining the weather. Like grief was just another season he’d already lived through.” you and that fucking figurative language i cannot believe you just write this shit down like nothing i cant STAND YOU (marry me? ^^)

“I look for you when you’re not around.” DO YOU KNOW IM CRAZY??? IM HUNTING YOU DOWN!!!!

the smut…. im speechless…. kai constantly asking for consent FAWWKKKKK GRRRRRRR I CANT DEAL WITH THIS. YOU CAN TELL ME TO STOP ANYTIME>????A{OEGT&)&)U JJST FUCKING. SHOOT ME!!! “Here?” / “You want me here?” HES SOOOOO>??!>!$@$ im malfunctioning. NEED NEED NEED NEED NEED NEED GIMME GIVE ME HIM NOW

the teasing. the dirty talk. him being a fawking EATTERRRRR MEOWWWWW

HIM CONSTANTLY. FUCKING. KISSING HER. EVERYWHERE. HE JUST. CANT STOP. KISSING HER. DO YOU KNOW. IM FUCKING CRAZY. YOU HAVE THREE DAYS.

everything about that was just so sweet… so good and charged with emotions and pining, the way they lingered around each other, meticulously cleaning up not because it needed to be perfect, but because it meant having an excuse to stay longer…

the callback to the mc fixing the bed, focused on symmetry. him not caring about it and instead being fixated solely on her. oh FUCK YOU!!!

“Why would you change for me?”

“Because you made me want to,”

oh sigh…. i need to be institutionalized after this. this was just so… soooo perfect… (but also can i say it’s interesting that kai’s first instinct is to mold himself completely around her? it really is all he knows, in a way… it’s okay to be you kai…) BUT ALSO i can recognize the sweetness and adoration that comes with wanting to be like your partner, wanting to understand them more in order to reach a better closeness. i just love overanalyzing !

ALRIGHT now let me move onto these following quotes that i just found so interesting and that i wanted to talk about on their own!

“you didn’t notice the silence blooming around you like mold.” / “boys with bloodlines like poisoned roots” / “Screw this whole bloody castle and the way it always stank of legacy and rot.” / “A boy born with a silver knife in his mouth,” / “You felt too much. You burned too brightly. You cracked in places he didn’t understand. You cried like it meant something. You fought like the world still owed you something soft.”

i just wanted to dive a little further into the whole “you have motifs that keep appearing in your figurative language for each character” thing, because this is truly so interesting and (in my personal opinion) a huge standout in your writing! (or at least, this fic? i’ll have to read more of your works to prove this theory… hehe) like how the mc is constantly associated with rot/ruin/cracks, and how kai is always associated with silver/blades ? (THE FACT THAT YOU USED SILVER BLADE INSTEAD OF SILVER SPOON YOURE A GENIUSSS) and how the themes of power and legacy are also associated with rot/decay… and how there’s a lot of recurring metaphors of blood… i can’t it really is just so amazing to read and pick up on. it just sets up this subconscious premise in the reader’s mind on how they should feel about certain things, gives them physical imagery/ imagery that appeals to the senses and just really elevates the feelings one gets… idk, the fact that you used blooming like mold is so crazy to me. how do you come up with this?? were you blessed by the gods? i hope you know that at some point, i just started cussing you out in my notes.

okay! let me just say, despite my really, really aggressive review and reactions, i loved this story!! so much!!! i truly think you’re such an incredibly talented writer, you have such a good grasp on imagery and your characters that you manage to intertwine both and elevate your story so much more. the plot was absolutely perfect, im such a sucker for jaded characters like kai, your fic had me hooked from the day it was announced, and i was so excited to see that it was finally out! i’ll add a final comment on the playlist; i was so surprised to see that it went for a much softer, loving sound, but i truly think it fits. it’s so gentle and just added to that yearning that we got in the fic… 10/10, amazing. (die for you, paramore, and w2e in one playlist?? Oh, your mind…) i enjoyed this fic sooooo soso much, i wish i were hit in the head and given memory loss so i could experience this for the first time again. amazing work, im in love with you!

‎₊ ˚ ⊹ ིྀ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐓

pairing: slytherin!kai x gryffindor!reader

He was supposed to look away. He was never supposed to crave the one who didn't belong.

warnings: hogwarts au, set in college age, romance redemption, strangers to lovers, pureblood/halfblood societal norms, mdni. bullying!, family!trauma.

smutwarnings: virginity-loss, missionary, oral!fem receiving.

wc: 10k — playlist

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: so happy to be part of this event! thank you to my girls, rain, ash yun and nina for being awesome ily all ^.^ see the event masterlist here.

He grips the back of her head, his fingers sinking into her hair as he thrusts into her with a steady, punishing rhythm. Skin into skin. Her soft moans turn ragged, a needy, breathless chorus in the dimly lit room. The air is thick with the cloying scent of her perfume, almost too sweet, making his head swim.

“m-more, Kai, please,” she whimpers, her nails scraping at his shoulders, her legs tightening around his hips.

He smirks. They always beg the same way.

He watches her, how her lips part with every gasp, her brows knit in desperate pleasure but as she reaches up, her fingers brushing against his jaw, he knows what she’s after.

A kiss.

He shoves her hand down, ignoring the flash of irritation in her eyes. He doesn’t want to see that. He doesn’t want to see anything but her writhing beneath him as he chases his own high.

He keeps pounding into her, the bed creaking under them, her breaths turning into sharp cries. When he feels himself tip over the edge, he holds her hips still, burying himself to the hilt as he cums hard into the condom. He stays there for a moment, head bowed, catching his breath. He pulls out and steps back, his chest heaving. She lies flushed and trembling, a sheen of sweat on her skin, her hair a tangled mess. He’s already made her release twice tonight, but he can’t find it in himself to press his lips to hers.

A line he never crosses.

She sits up, tugging down the hem of her uniform skirt, smoothing it over her thighs. She ties her hair back in a tight ponytail, her green scarf slightly wrinkled. She watches him with narrowed eyes, her lips still parted and pink. “Why don’t you ever kiss me?” Yunjin says finally, her tone somewhere between curiosity and frustration. “I used to think it was just me… but I talked to some of the other girls you’ve hooked up with. You never kiss them either.”

He shrugs, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark as he tugs on his jeans. “Should I?”

“Asshole.” Yunjin’s voice is clipped, her eyes sharp with hurt as she stands up. She can’t let him be the one to leave first, not tonight. She smooths down her skirt and grabs her bag, shoulders squared as she heads for the door.

Heuning Kai just watches her, his lips quirking into a lazy smirk. He’s known her since their first year, long enough to read every flicker of her mood, how she tries to cover her hurt with anger, how she thinks he can’t see it.

He doesn’t bother trying to stop her. He doesn’t have to.

She leaves with her head high and her footsteps light, and he doesn’t move until the door clicks shut behind her. He shakes his head, a small huff under his breath as he stands and tugs his jeans back up, his shirt still undone.

Kissing. It’s always been too intimate, too close; something that feels like more than he can give. He’s never been interested in playing at something deeper than what they already have. He’s never found the will to do it.

He glances at the rumpled sheets. He will need to have them smoothed out, made right again. Things should be neat, aligned.

He has always hated disorder, the way it jars the symmetry he craves.

He strides through the grand halls with the effortless poise of someone who believes the castle itself was built for him. Every step is confident, his polished shoes clicking softly on the stone floor. When someone calls his name, he turns enough to flash them a half-look. His name is on everyone’s lips. His robes are cut to perfection, dark green and silver threads woven just so, a mark of being a pureblood heir and wealth. He sees the girls watching from the corners, cheeks flushed. Some whisper to each other, others just stare in open admiration. The boys in his own house, look at him with a mix of camaraderie and begrudging deference. They share the same colors and the same crest, but not the same steep.

He doesn’t slow down for them. The air around him seems to shimmer with an arrogance that doesn’t need to be spoken aloud.

Everyone knows who he is and what he represents.

He’s about to turn the corner when someone barrels into his shoulder. He glances up, finding himself face-to-face with a student dressed in vivid red.

A Gryffindor.

“Honestly, must you always be this clumsy?” Kai sneers, his voice dripping with scorn as he glares at the boy. There’s no kindness in his eyes, just the sharp gleam of someone who delights in cutting others down. He’s never had patience for Gryffindors, the way they strut around, so certain of their own virtue, as if bravery alone could make them special.

“Watch where you’re going next time,” he adds with a thin smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Or did you leave that famous Gryffindor courage somewhere behind you?”

He hates their pride, their blind sense of righteousness. It’s always been a sore spot for him — the ones in this house always seem so sure of their own moral, so quick to wear it like a crown. They don’t understand real power. They don’t understand how quickly their loud ideals can be torn apart.

“Careful,” he murmurs. “Not everyone here is as forgiving as I am.”

The Gryffindor boy shoves his hands down into his pockets and walks off without a word. Kai’s smirk falters, turning into a disappointed scowl when he realizes he won’t get the reaction he was hoping for.

He turns back to his locker, swinging the door open and rifling through his books. His fingers move. A sudden burst of laughter echoes from the other side of the hallway, loud and grating. He can’t see them, but the harsh, triumphant cackle is enough. Another group of Gryffindors, undoubtedly.

He hates how their lockers are practically pressed up against his own. How he has to see them every day, laughing like the world is theirs for the taking. It makes his skin prickle with annoyance.

He heard them leave.

With a grunt, he shut his own locker and started toward his first class, but not without catching a faint, choked sound from the direction of the lockers he hated so much.

It’s not that he’s curious. It’s not that he wants to see it.

It’s just that it’s on his way, like a grain of sand stuck in his shoe, like a pedestrian standing in the road he needs to cross. A path he has to take, whether he likes it or not.

At the end of the row, a girl is crumpled in defense, her face hidden in her hands. Her shoulders are trembling, the soft, broken sounds slipping past her lips even as she tries to swallow them down. Even from here, he could see the ache written in the curve of her back, in the way her breath hitched and faltered. The world feels too bright around, the hallway too bright and uncaring.

He breathes.

How hurt must she be to let someone else see her so wrecked, so undone?

"I am not the Darkling" he said softly, his eyes searching mine. "I am not the monster you think I am."

You echo the words under your breath, the pages of your battered book trembling slightly in your hands. You feel your eyes burn, but you don't dare blink. The darkling tried dragged her into the dark, but it was her light, Alina, that ended up swallowing him whole.

Fairy tales for the lonely. Lies stitched into paper and ink. Because in the real world, no one survives being consumed by someone else.

And no one asks to be.

“Hey.” You hear your name. When you glance up, Chae Won is standing over you, eyes sharp with contempt.

She’s supposed to be your friend. A fellow Gryffindor.

Without warning, she snatches the book from your hands and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from where you’d been sitting quietly on the floor. “Can we just stop this, please? I—”

“Stop what?” she snaps, already stepping closer. “Crying to Jay? Playing the victim again?” His name stops you cold.

She doesn’t let up. Her hand fists your hair, enough to hurt. “Do you forget you’re a Muggle-born?” she hisses. “And him? He’s everything people want. We were fine before you. You just had to show up, cry to him like some helpless little thing, and now he thinks you're this princess he has to save.”

Chae Won shoves you hard against the lockers. The metal slams cold into your back, the sound echoing down the empty hallway. She leans in, eyes burning, and says the one thing that never stops hurting, no matter how many times you've heard it. “You’re dirty.”

And just like that, you’re six again.

Not here. Not now. But back in that cold, too-quiet house where no one looked like you. Where you sat at the dinner table and watched mouths move around you like you weren’t even there. Where you learned, early and without being told, how to be invisible.

Where no one taught you how to belong.

You don’t say anything. The words are there, caught in your throat, but they taste like shame. They always have.

The afterthought. The charity case. Strange eyes. Odd temper.

You were the one who showed up on the doorstep with nothing but a trunk and a name no one knew how to say. You tried your best to earn your place, to blend in, to make yourself useful, but they still looked at you like you were something foreign. Something misplaced.

In the darkest corners of the night, you wished you’d never gotten the letter. That magic had skipped over you. That your name had never burned through that parchment. Never touched a wand. Maybe then, you could’ve had a normal life. One where you didn’t have to watch your adopted siblings shine in a world that only ever dimmed you.

Because then maybe, just maybe, you’d get to be normal.

Not this. Not the ghost haunting a place that was never yours. Not the muggle-born mistake among children who made spells sing on their tongues, while yours stuttered, cracked, and bled.

You didn’t even feel that you were crying.

Chaewon stares down at you with a cruel smirk, almost entertained by your tears. You’re frozen, your chest tightening, looking like a ghost of yourself. Pathetic. That’s probably what she’s thinking. Then she shoves you again hard. Your body hits the cold locker room tiles with a sickening thud, pain through your spine. You flinch, but you don’t even try to get up.

“Tell anyone,” she sneers, leaning down. “and you’ll regret it.”

They left you right after that.

No one would believe it anyway. You’ve spent your whole life fighting, pretending you're fine, building yourself up just to keep surviving. You wear strength like armor. But now?

Now you’re nothing but shattered pieces on the floor. No one saw you break. No one knows how hard you cried.

No one fucking knows.

"What?" Your voice comes out sharper than you meant, caught off guard.

It was the morning after — after everything and Jay had found you outside like he always does. The golden boy of Gryffindor, the one everyone seemed to adore without question. For months, he'd been chasing you. Sweet smiles, thoughtful words, persistent in his way. He asked you out more times than you could count and a month ago, you said yes.

That was why Chaewon hated you more now than ever.

Jay leans in across the picnic table, casual and unbothered like nothing had shifted in your world. Like you hadn’t spent the night before crumpled on a locker room floor, swallowing sobs and blood.

"I said you should sneak into my dorm later," he repeats. You blink at him. You had planned this picnic, thought maybe today would give you a moment of peace. A needed softness, but now his words float in the air like smoke, invasive and unexpected. He doesn’t notice the way your hands tremble slightly. Or if he does, he says nothing.

You swallow hard.

"Why would I do that? I could get caught," you say, your voice uneasy, the words tumbling out. Jay laughs, it was as if your nerves are a joke to him.

"Come on," he says, grinning. "It’s been a month now. I wanna be with you. Do that thing with you."

Your stomach turns. You might be naive but you’re not stupid. You open your mouth to say something, to maybe ask what he really means, to question the way he’s looking at you like he’s owed something, but he cuts you off. "If you really liked me, you’d do it too. You know?"

You look at him, stunned, like a deer caught in headlights. The boy you thought wanted you for you is now dangling your feelings like bait on a hook. "That... that won’t prove if I like you or not,"

"What do you mean?" he asks, brows furrowing. "So you don’t wanna do it?"

"Of course I would," you say quickly, your throat tightening. "But not right—"

"Not right now?" He scoffs, shaking his head. "That’s always your excuse."

"Excuse?"

He leans back, annoyed. "You know, if you don’t want me, just say it."

You freeze. His next words come out in a bitter, quiet mumble, like he doesn’t even realize he’s saying them aloud. "If this wasn’t for a stupid bet, I wouldn’t—"

"What?" Your voice is almost breathless. Cold rushes through your chest like someone ripped the air straight from your lungs. He doesn’t answer. His eyes widen, just for a second — just long enough to tell you everything you needed to know.

Your mind races. You remember the guilt that bloomed in your chest every time you turned him down, thinking you were the one being difficult. You remember how sad he looked when you said no, how it made you feel like you were failing him. How you apologized for it, over and over, thinking you were the one ruining things.

You remember trying, really trying to open up. The effort it took to prioritize someone else's wants over your own. The nights you rehearsed words in your head, how to say things gently, carefully, so he wouldn't feel rejected. You remember the ache of being left out, how his friends would talk around you like you were invisible. The silence when you spoke. The forced smiles when they laughed at jokes you didn’t understand because they were never meant for you.

You remember Chaewon's cruelty and you remember convincing yourself it was all worth it because he chose you.

"I was a fucking bet?" Your voice comes out hoarse. You stare at him, this boy who once looked like something good. Something kind. All that softness you thought you saw in him feels like a lie now.

You can feel the fire start to rise in your blood. You wore the same house colors.

"I—It was from the start, but then—"

“We’re done.” A blade slipped between the ribs.

You stand, your eyes focused on anything but him. You don’t look at the people beginning to notice, don’t care about the whispers. Your chest is hollow and screaming, but your face doesn’t show it. You walk the grounds like your heart isn’t shattering with every step.

You feel him behind you, his frantic footsteps, his form clinging to your shadow. You feel the stares, the weight of every eye on you.

"Can we please talk?" he pleads, his hand wraps around your wrist.

You turn your head and slap his face so hard it echoes. He doesn’t even get to process it before your foot collides with his, a sharp kick that throws him off balance. Pain, humiliation — all of it written across his face now for everyone to see.

“I said we’re done.” Your voice cracks but not out of weakness. It cracks from the sheer force of holding back everything you could’ve screamed. "You're evil."

He’s looking at you now like he’s the one broken. You turn, this time for good. Your body is trembling, anxiety crawling beneath your skin like a thousand needles, but your steps are steady. You're done.

Kai lounged on the stairway, tuning out the crude, drunken laughter of his housemates as they bragged about the girls they’d had the night before. Their voices blurred into nothing. His eyes scanned the grounds lazily, flashes of yellow, green, blue, red, the usual mess of students he barely cared to notice.

He saw you.

He saw you and remember how you cried that night.

He leaned forward without thinking, resting his chin on his hand, the world narrowing to just you. Everything else fell away against the blinding, face of yours. You moved with a kind of arrogance he recognized instantly: head high, steps sharp, like the world didn’t deserve you. The fire in your eyes. Typical of your house — spoiled, untouchable. He should’ve been bored.

He couldn’t look away. He couldn't stop hearing remembering your soft whimpers the night before.

A boy in red caught up to you, fumbling for your attention, desperate to be seen. Kai watched, as you turned to him with a look of pure disdain. The boy stammered something, like he was apologizing. You slapped him. Hard.

Kai’s mouth curved into a slow, wicked grin.

You didn’t stop there. You kicked the boy’s foot out from under him, angrily spat a few words he couldn’t catch, and walked off, not even glancing back. Kai’s eyes stayed locked on you, tracking every furious step you took across the grounds. You tried to hide it; the tremble in your hands, the way you blinked too fast but he caught it.

You're crying.

His chest tightened, something crawled under his skin. How much sweeter would it be if he were the one to do it? He could already picture it: your pride, your voice breaking, your pretty face crumpling; under his hands, under his mouth, under his name. Not for some sniveling boy, but for him.

Only him.

You didn’t even know his name. He stayed where he was, eyes following your broken form.

Kai had grown up as the only son of a pureblood family, where reputation bled deeper than blood, and control was not a suggestion but a rule etched into the spine of every morning. He was taught to be composed, restrained, untouchable — never too loud, never too soft. Smile, but not too often. Speak, but only when it matters. Feel, but never let it show.

He’d been raised that way.

His life was built on legacy. Emotions were weakness. Kindness was liability. He was not held, not comforted, not loved — only shaped.

They carved obedience into him like marble.

He watched his father hold entire rooms in silence with nothing but a stare. Watched him speak to people as if their existence was a favor, an inconvenience he barely tolerated and everyone listened. Everyone bowed. He learned early that power wasn’t just about magic.

He wore it well. Better than most.

He learned how to mimic empathy without feeling it. He learned how to laugh on cue, how to listen without caring, how to look someone in the eye while thinking of a thousand other things.

He drifted through life half-asleep, wearing the world like an ill-fitting coat. Friends, lovers, enemies; it was all noise. Meaningless. Predictable.

You were raw, undone, human. Everything he wasn’t. Everything he had been taught to crush.

What would it take to ruin you completely?

With every difiance in his body he stood up. He found himself taking step forward. Kai moved before he realized he was moving.

The sound of his housemates' laughter faded behind him, smothered under the pounding in his ears. He descended the steps with the same cold precision he was raised with, but something feral stirred beneath his ribs. His strides were steady, calculated, like a shadow stretching to meet its mark.

You were walking fast, too fast, your back stiff and your steps clipped. Anger clung to you like perfume, sharp and choking. He trailed you from a safe distance, ignoring the students who brushed past, oblivious. All he saw was the set of your shoulders, the shake in your hands. He could practically taste the heat radiating off you.

You turned a corner. So did he.

You passed the greenhouses, cut through the arch, your pace stuttering as if your own breath was betraying you. You didn’t notice him. Or maybe you did. Maybe you felt it — that feeling like you're being watched, hunted. The air changed around you.

Kai waited until you slowed near the old stone path that led toward the empty wing of the castle. Then he spoke.

His voice didn’t waver. “Why did you hit him?”

You stopped walking.He watched your back rise with a breath, then you turned.

Your eyes met. For the first time.

Up close, you looked even more dangerous. Even more breakable. Fire and ruin, cloaked in pride. Your lips were trembling, but your jaw was clenched. He took a slow step closer, tilting his head slightly, studying your face like it was a spell he hadn’t learned yet. Something unreadable flickered in your eyes — recognition? fear? anger?

He spoke again. “Is he the one who made you cry?”

Your fingers curled at your sides. You narrowed your eyes, not answering, as if silence could keep you safe.

Kai smiled, cruel. “You're not very good at hiding it.”

“I heard you last night,” he said, voice so calm it almost sounded kind. “In the hallway. You were crying.”

Your expression twisted. “Were you spying on me?”

“Observing,” he corrected, as if it mattered. “You’re... difficult to ignore.”

You scowled and turned to walk away, but this time he moved,faster than you expected, cutting into your path. “Your name,” he said. “Tell me.��

You stared at him like he was insane. Like something in him wasn't right and you were right. Something wasn't right. “What, so you can tell your little pureblood friends? Have a laugh?”

“So I'll know what to call you.”

Your breath hitched. He didn’t smile this time. His eyes dropped to your mouth, then back to your eyes. He could see it, the flicker of panic behind your bravado, the instinct to run, the ache in your throat from holding everything in. And yet, you didn’t move. You stayed rooted.

Still burning. Still human.

Still too much for someone like him.

“You're insane,” you said.

“I've been told.” Kai murmured. The wind caught your hair, brushing it across your cheek. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach out and touch it, feel if it was as soft as it looked, feel if you would flinch. “Tell me your name,” he said again.

You stared at him for a long time. Seconds stretched like hours. A war in your eyes, as you spoke your name. Maybe if you gave him your name, he would leave you alone.

“Wasn’t hard,” he said softly, almost mockingly. “Was it?”

He stared at you for a second longer, and when you didnt answer him he turned and walked away; no grand gestures, no parting words. A slow retreat, like he’d taken exactly what he came for. You stayed frozen in place, blinking hard, as if shaking off some invisible fog. The anger you felt with Jay minutes ago completely erased in your mind.

You told yourself he was just another entitled, pureblood brat playing mind games. But somehow… you knew he wasn’t done with you.

It was a surprise that you didn't cry a tear when you returned to your dorms that night.

The sun filtered through the high windows in thin, silver lines, catching on the dust that hovered in the still morning air. Breakfast chatter filled the Great Hall.

You walked in alone. As usual.

Your boots echoed softly against the stone as you passed through the threshold, robes hanging heavy off one shoulder, the collar of your uniform just slightly wrinkled. Your hair was pulled back, but loose strands clung to your cheeks from where you’d barely bothered to dry it. There were shadows under your eyes. A bruise of exhaustion, of restraint.

People noticed. They always did.

You could feel it, the way heads tilted toward each other when they thought you weren’t looking, how eyes followed you just long enough to make your skin crawl. It wasn’t new.

That’s her, they’d whisper. Muggleborn. Dangerous. Did you hear what she did to that Golden boy? How dare she?

You could’ve explained. You could’ve said he tricked you. Said he turned you into a bet, but you’d learned a long time ago, they never really wanted your side of the story.

You crossed the room, spine straight, steps controlled, passing the long tables like you didn’t notice the silence blooming around you like mold. You sat at the edge of your table. Your plate filled with food, untouched by your hand. A flick of your fingers beneath the table, no wand. No words.

A few first-years flinched.

Your fingers hovered over the rim of your goblet, then curled back. You weren’t hungry. You hadn’t slept much. A voice still rang in your head like a spell that hadn’t worn off.

“So I'll know what to call you.”

Kai sat three tables over, surrounded by his housemates; all perfectly-groomed pureblood sons and daughters of old families, boys with bloodlines like poisoned roots. He wasn’t speaking. He rarely did, but his gaze was fixed on you like a blade laid flat across your skin. He didn’t look smug. He didn’t smirk. He just watched. As if you were something worth waiting for.

You held his gaze. Steadily.

He didn’t look away. The last time you locked eyes with someone like that, they ended up on the floor, clutching their ribs, coughing blood, but Kai didn’t flinch.

He simply raised a single brow, like he was inviting you to do it. Daring you. Testing the temperature of your fury. You clenched your jaw and shoved your chair back, the scrape echoing louder than it should’ve.

Screw the eggs. Screw the toast. Screw this whole bloody castle and the way it always stank of legacy and rot.

And just as you stood, “Filthy little freak. Thinks she’s special.”

Your fingers twitched. You didn’t need a wand. The goblet in front of the boy crushed. Water soaked his robes. Gasps echoed. You didn’t look back. You kept walking.

You weren’t afraid of what you could do. You were afraid of how easy it was now.

The doors slammed behind you as you left the Great Hall, but you didn’t get far. You’d barely made it into the courtyard, “Well, if it isn’t our little wandless wonder.” The steps behind you were deliberate. Stiletto-sharp. The sound of privilege. You turned around.

Chae-won stood there, arms folded, robes pristine, her platinum hair twisted in a perfect knot that screamed power. Her prefect badge gleamed on her chest like it mattered. And behind her, always behind her. trailed two other girls.

“Chae-won,” you said flatly.

Her smile was razor-thin. “Did you think we wouldn’t hear? Poor Jay.”

“What?”

“You slapped him. Humiliated him. In front of everyone,” she hissed. “He was apologizing, you freak.”

“You know nothing.”

Chae-won’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, please. He did something, or what? That gives you the right to act like some dark creature in the middle of the grounds?”

You didn’t flinch. “I said you know nothing.”

Chae-won blinked, her voice lowered to something crueler. “So? Do we care about a mudblood like you?”

You looked at her. Really looked. And wondered how many people had handed her the world and called it earned. You remember the first year you were friends, the first year she knew all of you, and the once smile on your face whenever you see her. It all became a blur when people looked at you as a misfit.

Your hands twitched again.

“You planning to explode something else?” Chae-won taunted. “Go on. Show us what you can do. Everyone’s already terrified. Might as well give them a real show.”

You stepped forward. “You want to know the difference between you and me?” Chae-won raised a brow.

“I have power. You just have a last name.”

Her jaw tightened, but before she could respond, before she could reach for her wand or hurl another insult, a voice broke through from behind: “Chae-won.” She froze.

Kai stood a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes locked not on her but on you.

“I’d stop if I were you,” he said, calm, lazy, terrifying.

Chae-won blinked like she hadn’t heard him right. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not repeating myself,” His shoulder brushed yours, intentional as he passed and stood between you and her. Not defending you, but as if staking a claim.

Chae-won’s face burned. “This has nothing to do with you, Kai.”

“It does.”

She stood there for a second, jaw clenched, then scoffed. “Figures. Your house never know where to keep your standards.” Then with one last look at you, all venom and fury, she turned and stormed off, her little shadows flurrying after her.

You looked at Kai. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He didn’t look at you. “I didn’t do it for you.” And yet, he was still standing there. Still between you and the world.

You hated how you lived your years.

You hated the way your life had built itself around survival; around silence, around swallowing things that no one else ever seemed to choke on. You hated that you were born like this, like a wrong answer in a question nobody asked.

You hated that once, long ago, you’d called Chae-won your friend. That you’d laughed with her, studied with her, braided her hair in the dormitory mirror. You hated that she knew all the parts of you worth breaking and now she used them like blades.

You hated that even now being Muggleborn wasn’t enough. Wasn’t already a mark on your back. No, you had to be different, too. You had to wield wandless, wordless magic, the kind they couldn’t control, couldn’t track, couldn’t replicate and that made them stare, like you were unnatural.

You hated that, out of all the people in this castle, the one who wouldn’t look away was him.

Kai. A stranger. A Slytherin. A boy born with a silver knife in his mouth, and the gall to look at you like he saw past your fury, like he saw you about to break.

You walked away; fast, sharp steps that echoed off the stone corridor — hoping he wouldn’t follow.

He did.

You didn’t stop him. You hated that, too.

You didn’t speak, didn’t glance back, you kept walking until the hallway emptied behind you. Until there were no portraits, no prefects, no Chae-won, no whispering mouths. A stone and silence and the feeling of someone watching you like a match watches a flame.

When you reached the end of the corridor, where the light didn’t quite reach and the air felt still and forgotten, you stopped. Your shoulders rose once, then fell. The first sob cracked out of your chest so violently it startled even you.

You tried to cover it, your hand flying up to your mouth, like that would make it less pathetic, but it didn’t matter. You were already shaking, already crying, already too human to stop it now.

Behind you, he didn’t say anything.

You sank down against the wall slowly, like your legs had given out — not from fear, not from pain but from carrying it all too long. The silence between you pulsed, thick and unkind, and still he stayed. No comfort. No lies.

“I didn’t want it to be like this,” you whispered, not even knowing if you meant your life, or this day, or this moment. Maybe all of it. You could feel his eyes on you. You could feel the way he was listening.

“What do you want from me?” you asked, voice raw.

You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand, angry at yourself for crying like this in front of him of all people. Your lips trembled, and your vision blurred, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

And Kai just sat there.

Watching. Unmoving. Unbothered.

Or so you thought.

Kai exhaled slowly, like a man tired of waiting, because watching you; ruined, furious, crying and still managing to burn like a goddamn wildfire — it made something unravel inside him. Something unholy. Something that clawed its way up from beneath all the manners and legacy and careful obedience.

You, with your defiance. You, with your trembling hands and splintering voice. You, who didn’t even look his way.

You felt too much. You burned too brightly. You cracked in places he didn’t understand. You cried like it meant something. You fought like the world still owed you something soft.

A single, smooth motion and before you could ask what he was doing, before you could read the shift in his expression, he was standing over you. Looking down at you like you were a problem he couldn’t solve, like you were noise in his carefully constructed world of silence.

His jaw twitched. “I don’t like messy things,”

You opened your mouth, to apologize, to yell, to tell him to leave but your voice didn’t come.

Instead, he crouched down. Slowly. His hand reached out, not toward your face, but beside it, bracing against the wall near your shoulder, boxing you in. His other hand hovered near your chin, pausing midair. A breath. A hesitation. Something nearly human.

He kissed you.

Your fingers curled in the fabric of your robes. Your chest ached from the sobs you hadn’t finished, from the weight of the day, from the way his mouth pressed against yours like it was the only language he knew.

It wasn’t sweet. It was hungry.

He tasted like someone who hadn’t felt anything in years and hated that you made him want to. His hand moved to your jaw, holding it, not harsh but unrelenting.

His breath was unsteady when he pulled back. So was yours.

Your tear-slick lashes fluttered as you stared at him, chest rising and falling with everything you hadn’t said, everything you didn’t understand.

Kai didn’t blink. You didn't too.

You weren’t sure who looked more shaken.

“Stop crying,” he said. “It ruins your face.”

It was past curfew when the door creaked open.

A soft, deliberate sound, barely loud enough to disturb the quiet hum of sleeping breaths in the girls' dorm. The enchanted lanterns were low, casting dull golden shadows across the hardwood floor.

You were curled on your side, blanket kicked off, facing the wall like it might protect you from the dreams that had been growing more vivid lately — filled with brown eyes, the weight of a stare, the press of a mouth that never should have touched yours.

It has been a week since he kissed you, and all he did now was consume you.

You heard a slow footstep across the floorboards that didn’t belong. You sat up in an instant. Your hand instinctively curled, breath caught in your throat.

It was him.

Kai stood there leaning just inside the doorway like he owned the place. His eyes flicked over the room, over the slumbering forms of your roommates, and then back to you.

You were too stunned to speak. He shut the door behind him with a careful click.

“You can’t be here,” you whispered.

“Then tell me to leave.” He said it like he already knew you wouldn’t.

He didn’t move toward you. “I won’t skulk around and pretend I don’t know what I want.”

You swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how your heart was hammering. Of the ache in your hands from clenching them too tight under the blanket. Of the way you hadn’t breathed properly in hours.

His voice lowered. “I wanted to see you.”

You looked at him then. Really looked. His hair was messy from wind or sleep, his collar half-open. His expression, unreadable as ever, but void of any smug.

His look scared you more than any smirk ever had.

You were walking to your next class, trying to keep your head down, your thoughts together, your breathing even.

Kai walked beside you. Beside you. Shoulder to shoulder, step for step, like he belonged there and he wasn’t hiding it, either. He was adamant in the way he moved.

You rounded the corner and saw them.

Jay was seated on the ledge just outside the main stairwell, one arm slung lazily around Chae-won’s waist as she perched in his lap. They looked like a painting, like every pureblood fantasy the school worshiped. Perfect posture, perfect hair, perfect detachment. Chae-won was smiling; a perfect, cold little curve of her mouth that never quite reached her eyes while Jay just stared.

He saw you before you saw him. His gaze locked with yours, cold and pointed, like you’d wronged him. As if he were the victim. Chae-won didn’t even glance your way, but she leaned in just enough to whisper something in his ear, and though he didn’t smile, something in his jaw flexed. His hand tightened on her hip and suddenly, you couldn’t breathe.

Your vision went blurry. Your throat tightened. The corridor felt too bright, too narrow, the sounds too loud, too far away. Your breath stuttered; shallow, clipped, your heart racing like you’d been running.

Kai's gaze move from your face to your hands, where they clenched and twitched at your sides. You tried to blink it all away, tried to keep walking like nothing was happening, but your body had betrayed you.

“Has this happened before?” His voice came low.

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Your limbs felt heavy and useless, and the corridor seemed to stretch further with every step. You were floating and falling all at once. You barely noticed when his hand reached for you, until you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist — not tightly, not to restrain, but to feel.

He pressed his thumb lightly over the spot just above your pulse. He didn’t need words to know. The panic was there, thundering under your skin, alive and frantic and loud enough to silence everything else. His brow furrowed. “You’re panicking.”

The words landed heavy, simple and precise. You flinched like he’d struck a nerve, tried to pull your arm back, but he didn’t let go.

“You don’t get to worry about me,” you snapped, voice sharp and broken at the edges, as if saying it out loud could make it true.

Kai tilted his head, expression unreadable. He didn’t react to your words. He didn’t need to. He just looked at you like you were the one thing in this corridor that mattered. And then he said, calm and quiet, “Continue walking with me.”

It wasn’t a plea. It wasn’t even a request and you hated that your legs obeyed before your mind could fight it. Hated that some fragile part of you wanted to keep walking, if only he stayed beside you.

You closed your eyes for half a second, just enough for the tears to sting. You wouldn’t let them fall, not here, not with them still behind you but your chest ached, and the shame pressed hot against your throat.

His hand found yours again.

His fingers slipped through yours like it was instinct, and then he held on careful, steady, like he was holding something breakable. You kept walking. One step after the other.

He walked with you ike the entire castle wasn’t watching, but even if they were, he didn’t let go.

“So, you’re Kai’s girlfriend?”

You looked up from the ancient, half-crumbling book in your hand and blinked at the girl now standing beside you in the dim library aisle. She was dressed in green and silver and wore the kind of smile that had probably gotten her everything she ever wanted.

“Pretty,” she added, tilting her head slightly, eyes raking over you not with curiosity.

“I’m not,” you replied evenly, turning back to the shelf, hoping she’d take the hint but her presence didn’t waver. You could feel her shadow shift with yours. She followed as you stepped further down the aisle, her footsteps light but intentional.

“I’m Yunjin, by the way,” she said. Her voice had that lilting quality warm, but not soft. “I always see him around you. I mean, everyone’s noticed. It’s kind of hard to miss, the whole... obsession he has with you.”

Your fingers paused mid-reach. Obsession?

“And I guess,” she continued casually, “that must be the reason he stopped seeing me.”

“…What?” The word left your mouth before you could hold it in, too stunned to coat it in disinterest.

“Oh, don’t worry.” She gave a light, musical laugh. “It wasn’t serious. Kai doesn’t do serious. He’s unwell. Emotionally, I mean. Brilliant, but broken. The type of boy you keep behind glass until he cuts you with it.” She said it like she knew. Like she’d bled.

You stared at her. Her smile didn’t falter. If anything, it widened. “But I do see something different now,” she added, “He looks at you… differently.”

You expected cruelty to follow. A sharp comment tucked behind a smile. A passive-aggressive jab meant to draw blood beneath the surface because that’s how it usually came, wasn’t it? From the people who knew how to dress poison up in perfume.

You thought of Chae-won. A girl from your own house. People from your own house who doesn't even dare to smile at you. It was strange, wasn’t it? That someone from your own house had been so much crueler than the students from the house everyone warned you about.

So much crueller than Kai. Than Yunjin.

“Why are you being kind to me?” you asked, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Yunjin tilted her head like she was trying to decide whether to laugh again. Then, with a small shrug, she said, “What?”

You held her gaze, unflinching.

She exhaled through her nose, almost amused. “Oh. Yeah.” There was a flicker of something beneath her expression then something real. “I’m ambitious,” she said. “And if being ambitious makes me a bad person… then I guess I’m a Slytherin.”

You were sitting in your bed, knees tucked loosely to your chest, the blankets crumpled around you like a forgotten thought. The castle was quieter than usual. Music pulsed faintly from somewhere down the hall. There was a party for your batch tonight; a celebration, one you were meant to attend, smile through, pretend for.

Instead, you were here. Alone.

You were counting the minutes.

The door opened without urgency, a soft sound not trying to sneak, not trying to impress. You didn’t turn your head. You didn’t need to. You already knew who it was.

Kai stood in the doorway like the rest of the room didn’t matter. His eyes swept across the space, landed on you, on your still form in the sheets, on the way your gaze had already been waiting for him.

“You knew I would come,” he said.

“Yes,”

He strode toward you with his usual measured grace, never rushed, never nervous and you moved slightly on the bed. “You never told me anything about you,” you said, and your voice didn’t accuse, “You’re always around. You help me. You... show up but you never talk.”

Kai looked at you, and there was something different in his eyes tonight. “What do you want to know?” he asked.

You didn’t blink. “You.”

There was a long pause.

Long enough that you thought he wouldn’t answer. Long enough to feel the ache of expectation rise in your chest, but then Kai huffed, soft through his nose, and there was a shape to it that almost — almost — sounded like a laugh. Not the full thing, but the ghost of it.

You wondered, not for the first time, what he sounded like when he really laughed.

Your eyes flicked to the empty space beside you, and you shifted further inward on the bed, a small movement, but clear.

He caught it.

He sat on the edge of your bed, hands resting on his thighs, the weight of him sinking into the mattress beside you. His posture was still too careful, still too contained, but he was there.

“I don’t talk about myself,” he said suddenly.

You didn’t answer. You knew better than to fill silence that didn’t ask to be filled. Kai exhaled softly, the sound shallow. Measured. Then he looked up, his eyes distant but focused on you, like he was reading from a page only he could see. “I was raised to be an heir. Not a person.”

You didn’t flinch. He noticed that. It made him keep going.

“My father were strict. He didn’t believe in wasting time on things like comfort, or affection. If I cried, he said it was noise. If I asked questions, he told me to read faster. If I smiled too easily, he asked if I was bored, or foolish.” He paused. Not for effect. To breathe.

“He had this saying. You were not born to be loved. You were born to lead. And I repeated it to myself every morning. For years. Until it didn’t sound like cruelty anymore.” he shakes his head, “When I was five, I learned how to duel with a real wand. When I was seven, he started leaving me alone in the manor for days. Said it would teach me independence. I didn’t speak to anyone for weeks.”

His voice didn’t shake. Not once. He didn’t sound angry. He didn’t even sound sad. He sounded like someone explaining the weather. Like grief was just another season he’d already lived through.

“I don’t know how to talk about feelings,” he admitted. “I know how to talk around them. How to look someone in the eye and not let them touch a single part of me.”

He looked at you again. “But then I saw you.” The words weren’t loud. They weren’t dramatic. “I didn’t mean to care. I don’t know how to. But I do. I hear your voice in my head even when I try to ignore it. I look for you when you’re not around.”

“And when you’re upset, I want to fix it.” His hands unclasped slowly, then gripped the edge of the bed. “I want to fix it because it’s you.”

You moved closer. He didn’t stop you. He just looked at you like you were the first warmth in a life made of glass and granite and rules. “I hate how much I feel now,” he admitted. “But I don’t want to go back.”

His words made you reach out the back of his neck and pull him to you. You hugged him and you let out a shaky breath. "I'm here. I'm here Kai."

Two strong arms snaked around your waist as soon as you said those words, and Kai's lips were against your nape. He left trails of kisses on your neck up to the back of your ears, his body pressed on yours. "Good."

He presses a few more soft kisses to the back of your head, then his voice drops to a whisper against your ear. “Can I touch you?” Your breath hitches, but you nod. His hand slips beneath your shirt, fingers brushing lightly across your stomach. “Can I touch you here?” he asks, voice gentle.

You nod again, barely able to get the word out. “Yeah.”

His hand travels higher, fingertips gliding up until they meet the bare curve of your chest. He pauses, just long enough to make your heart race. His lips are at your neck now, breath hot. “Here too?”

When he feels you nod, his hand moves with more purpose, fingertips gliding over the curve of your breast. He cups you fully, palm warm, thumb brushing the softness, squeezing just enough to make you arch subtly into his touch. He teases, exploring everywhere except where you need him most, drawing out the ache with every careful touch. When his fingers finally graze your nipple, a quiet moan slips from your lips before you can stop it. He pauses, his breath brushing against your neck. “You can tell me to stop anytime.”

Then he pulls his hand away from under your shirt, and the sudden absence makes you whine, your body instinctively chasing after his warmth. Before you can speak, he cups your face gently, tilting your head until your eyes meet. It’s dark but he's close, so close — you can make out the shape of his face, the softness in his gaze.

He leans in, brushing a featherlight kiss over your lips. Then another. You smile softly, breath mingling, and when your lips part, he takes it as invitation. This time the kiss is deep — hungry. His mouth moves against yours with desperation, like he’s been craving your taste for far too long. His hand finds your waist, tugging you closer, bodies aligning in all the right ways as the heat between you builds.

“I want you,” you whisper, voice barely there, lost in the way his lips trail along your neck, warm and wet. “Please.”

He pauses just enough to meet your gaze, then his hand slips between your thighs, cupping you through the fabric. The pressure makes your hips jerk, breath hitching.

“Here?” he murmurs, rubbing slow, teasing circles. “You want me here?”

It’s too much, and not enough. Heat pools low in your belly, a need that feels raw and overwhelming. You nod, biting your lip, your voice trembling. “Yes. There. Please.”

He groans, low and deep, and that’s when clothes start disappearing—slowly, messily. Every layer peeled off is interrupted by his mouth; on your lips, your jaw, your collarbones. His hands, greedy and gentle all at once, explore you like he’s memorizing every inch. The room is filled with nothing but breath, the soft rustle of fabric, the occasional hitch of a moan.

When he finally sinks lower, eyes locked on yours as his lips trace a burning path down your body, you don’t stop him.

“Kai…” You moaned as you clenched your fist on his dark locks. His tongue was doing to your buds as his fingers part your wet folds. You don't know what it is, but it makes your legs quivered as his tongue lapped at your entrance.

Kai grunts as he hears your soft moans, sucking on your clit to hear more. Your taste in his mouth got him drunk as he shook his head from side to side, making your moans go higher as you moved your hips to grind your wetness on his tongue. "Hmm?"

He pulled back, replacing his tongue with his thumb, rubbing her wet clit as he kissed and sucked your inner thighs. Your eyes rolled back as your chest rose up and down, glistening with sweat.

You're fucking beautiful. Kai thought as he looked up at you with hooded eyes. The sight of your blushing cheeks, eyes asking for more with your lips between your teeth made Kai slightly rut his hips on the bed.

"Do you know how long have I imagined this?" He pumped a finger inside your pussy, curling it to hit your spot as he put his mouth back to work again, flattening his tongue over your swollen pearl before flicking it with the tip. You cried out in pleasure, throwing your head back.

“I couldn't help myself but think of you.” He begged as he doubled the finger inside your soaking cunt, making you cry out in pleasure as your hands grabbed the pillow under your head.

“I can't resist having all of you.” He kissed your clit, making you whimper at the brief contact. He took off his shirt and pants before pulling you by your arm, sitting you on his lap as he took off your blouse and bra. He kissed around your nipple before taking it into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.

He moved your position to grind on his bulge, letting out quiet moans as he desperately kissed you. He stopped your hips as he moved to your other nipple, lightly biting it while staring at your glossy eyes, making your breath hitch. He hummed as he sucked the pebbled flesh into his mouth, nibbling on it. He laid your back down, admiring your body as you panted. Your eyes are glistening, and so is your cunt. He groaned at the sight, pushing his hair back and taking his erected cock out of its confinement. He pumped it a few times before you sat up and took it into your hand.

“Let me make you feel good.” Kai stopped your hand, giving a kiss on your forehead. “Fuck.” He murmured as he moved to your lips, sucking on them, making you whimper as you laid back down again.

“Kai, please…” You cried when Kai started to rub his shaft on your slit. Every time his head hits your bud, you let out a whimper, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide as you look up at him.

Kai took his time, grunting before pushing the tip inside. You gasped, grabbing the sheets under, feeling the pain as his length invade you. Your walls fluttered around his cock, making him let out low growls. You felt tears in your eyes as you watched half of his length disappear inside you. Kai took your hand, intertwining your fingers. He kissed your tears.

“Am I hurting you?” Kai shushed when you hissed, feeling a hint of pain as he filled you. His other hand began rubbing circles on your clit to ease the burn from the stretch.

"No,"

Kai kissed your hand when he was entirely in, giving you time to adjust. You look gorgeous underneath him. Legs wide open,mouth slightly parted, and body glistening under the dim lights of his room.

Kai started moving slowly when you nod your head, until your whimpers turned into moans. His name echoed in whispers, as you clawed on the skin of his back, leaving red marks. He was cradling your head, and his lips pressed on your ear. He was whispering the sweetest things to you.

“The things you do to me,” Kai whispers, kissing your ear lobes. "I can't even look at anyone else now."

“Yes, yes, Kai, please…” You begged as his hips started to thrust harder into you.

“Fuck.” He groaned, feeling your walls clench around him. He could tell that you were both close. Your walls spasmed around him, and his thrust started to stutter.

“Look at me.” He stared into your eyes, feeling your orgasm take over your body. His mouth reaches for your sweet lips, your toes curling as your legs wrap around his waist. Kai thrustied into you a few more times before pulling out to spill his thick load on your thighs.

It was slow, and it was soft, the way he helped you clean up. No magic. Just his hands and yours, sleeves rolled up, fingers brushing as you folded the same blanket twice just to have an excuse to linger near each other. The silence between you wasn’t heavy. It wasn’t awkward. It was full.

Your scent clung to the air; a little floral, a little tangy, something warm and alive, like late spring clinging to skin. It was in the sheets, in the corners of the room, in him. He’d never been the type to notice things like that, but here he was, trying to memorize how the air felt with you in it.

You were fussing with the pillows now, distracted, focused on symmetry but he was just watching you.

“I’m going to work every day,” His voice was low, almost rough with restraint. “I’ll work every fucking day, just to follow you.”

You feel your eyes burn.

“I’ll learn how to move the way you do. I’ll learn how to speak the way you understand. I’ll change the way I live if that’s what it takes. Every single day, I’ll do it, just to fit you.”

“Why?” you asked, voice almost a whisper. “Why would you change for me?”

Kai’s eyes found yours. “Because you made me want to,”

It's the truest thing he’d ever said in his life.

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OK SO teacher!seb and teacher!reader where the kids ask them if they are dating everytime they interact (which they arent), then one day seb takes the opportunity and actually asks her out on a date :)

ofc do your magic🙂‍↕️ this is just a basic idea !!

MR. VETTEL WANTED TO ASK YOU ON A DATE! | Sebastian Vettel

PART OF VETTEL FEST 2025 ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ SEBASTIAN VETTEL BIRTHDAY EVENT (June 30th - July 4th)

⋆ PAIRING: Primary School Teacher!Sebastian Vettel x Primary School Teacher!Reader ↳ Teacher AU ⋆ Part of CLASSROOM GOSSIPS ⋆ SUMMARY: You had a parent-teacher meeting and you end up overthinking if you're good enough to be a teacher. Lucky you, Seb is there to help you calming down ↳ REQUESTED: Yes! Hope you like it 💖 ⋆ WORD COUNT: 2640 ⋆ WARNING: None of it! Shy and insecure Seb maybe... ⋆ VEE'S NOTES: Second fic of the Seb birthday event! Hope you like it and, if so, reblogs and comments are truly appreciated! Thank you so much for reading <3 ↳ TALK TO ME / REQUESTS! | FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST

The bell sounding was the signal to let your students go to the playground. Quickly, and before going with the, you decided to tidy a little bit your classroom, which was quite a mess.

The end of the school year was approaching, and the students’ chaos and the general disorder were proof of that. You decided to hurry so the children wouldn’t miss your presence for too long. With your coffee in hand, and taking tiny sips of it, you began making small piles to organize the animal drawings they had been working on throughout the week and the rather poorly written essays about their upcoming “sumer vacashin.”

You were so absorbed in your task that you didn’t even hear the stampede of little shoes in the hallway, as well as you didn’t notice the three pairs of eyes silently peeking through the classroom door.

“Miss Y/L/N?”

You looked up and saw three second-grade students, one year younger than your class. You recognized them immediately: Max, with his arms covered in markers; Amelia, her face full of glitter; and Oliver, who always asked too many questions about everything.

And, of course, the three of them were in Sebastian’s class.

“Well, what a nice surprise to see you, kids,” you smiled, placing a shark drawing on its corresponding pile with the rest of the artwork, and walked over to them. “Aren’t you supposed to be outside with Mr. Vettel? Did something happen?”

Amelia stepped forward confidently, hands behind her back, rocking on her heels as if trying to seem casual.

That already told you they were there for a specific reason.

“It’s just… we have a question for you, Miss Y/L/N.”

“It’s suuuuper important,” Max added.

“We even took notes about it!” Oliver said, showing you a notebook full of illegible scribbles.

You nodded as if you understood what they meant while your confusion only grew more with that.

Amelia looked around the classroom, curious, as if checking to make sure no one else was around you. Then, she stepped closer and made you kneel down to whisper something in your ear:

“Are you dating Mr. Vettel? Because Mr. Vettel wanted to ask you on a date!”

“What?”

“She means… do you like him? Like, really like him?” Max clarified.

If the girl’s question had left you speechless, Max’s clarification rendered you even more so.

“But we don’t mean just kind of like him… we mean really really like him!” Max continued. “We know the difference.”

“Yes, I can see that…”

You carefully placed your coffee cup on the desk. Then, you leaned against it and crossed your arms, giving the children all your attention.

“And what exactly makes you think that?” you asked, genuinely curious.

Oliver flipped through his notebook and focused on the scribbles. His friends did the same, giggling as if this were the most exciting thing in the world.

“You smiled at him in the hallway on Tuesday while we were going to class in the morning,” he read seriously.

“And with your teeth!” added Amelia. “Miss Y/L/N, you don’t smile at anyone with your teeth unless you really like them!”

“Also, Mr. Vettel lent you his suuuuper cool blue whiteboard marker. And he never lends it to anyone,” Max explained, waving his arms excitedly. “Seriously, Miss Y/L/N, that marker is super cool and Mr. Vettel doesn’t lend it to anyone. Sometimes he doesn’t even use it himself because he says it’s so awesome and he only wants to use it on special occasions!”

“So, the cool blue one, huh?” you stifled a laugh.

“There’s another clue!” Oliver interrupted before you could respond. “The other day, when he was reading us poems about the weather, Mr. Vettel said, and I quote,” he made air quotes with his fingers, “‘if I had a girlfriend, I’d convince her us to stay home cuddled under a blanket while drinking hot chocolate and eating gummies.’”

“And what does that have to do with me?” you asked, amused, knowing these kids were imaginative enough to come up with anything to make their fantasies feel real. “That could mean anything, kids.”

“But he meant you!” Max suddenly exclaimed.

You laughed again.

“I see you’ve done some very thorough investigating.”

“So… are you dating Mr. Vettel or not?” Amelia insisted, getting even closer to you.

You paused, thinking about what to say. You searched for the right words, ones that couldn’t be twisted into further fantasy.

“Let’s just say… we’re good friends,” you finally replied.

“That means you are boyfriend and girlfriend!” Oliver shouted, scribbling more into his notebook.

“All right, that’s enough, kids!” you laughed, standing upright and walking toward them. “No more investigations for today. Let’s go outside. Mr. Vettel is probably wondering where you are.”

“Can we go to your wedding, Miss Y/L/N?” Amelia asked cheerfully as you walked together.

“There’s no wedding coming! Now go on, go play!” you said, laughing as they ran off.

However, just before disappearing around the corner that led to the lower primary playground, Max turned back with a mischievous grin:

“Tell Mr. Vettel we’ve been with Miss Vettel and that we say hi to him!”

You shook your head, still amused by how surreal the situation felt.

When you stepped into the playground, it was already full. The noisy laughter of the children, their games, and loud chatter made you smile.

You spotted Sebastian leaning against a wall, holding a soccer ball in one hand, the other tucked into his pocket.

You made brief eye contact with him. Maybe the kids were partly right: just the sight of him smiling back and waving made butterflies flutter in your stomach and curved your lips into a shy, silly smile, making you feel more like a teenager than a teacher.

You decided not to overthink it. After all, you were just coworkers, and it was impossible for it to be anything more than a few coffees or lunches shared during evaluation meetings.

And above all, they were… kids. If they still believed in Santa Claus, they had every right to believe that Seb and you were together, even if it was… just a fantasy.

Sebastian, meanwhile, was stealing glances at you while listening to the trio who had just visited you, now strategically standing far too close to him:

“I really think we’re close to discovering the truth!” Amelia said, bouncing with excitement. “I saw him smile at her this morning and it was with teeth! Just like hers!”

“Yes,” Max agreed. “And I also heard him humming when we passed Miss Y/L/N’s classroom. People in love hum. My daddy does it when my mommy is around.”

“I’ve got everything written down here!” Oliver added, drawing more scribbles next to the ones he already had in his notebook. “Every time they talk, when they smile at each other, when they give gifts to the other…”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. He knew exactly what the kids were talking about, but… gifts? As far as he remembered, he hadn’t given you anything yet, out of sheer embarrassment… or, at least, not the ones he wanted to give you. Because yeah, he had many details with you… but that was it.

“Do you remember that time Miss Y/L/N made hot chocolate with whipped cream for Mr. Vettel during the Christmas party?!” Amelia shouted.

“And she also gave him a little bag of M&Ms! The ones he really likes!” Max added.

Sebastian had to cover his mouth to stop himself from bursting out laughing on the spot. For now, he didn’t want to ruin their “mission,” if only to hear what these kids had to say about the two of you so adorably, and with far too much detail for their age.

However, what he couldn’t hide was the big smile slowly spreading across his face. The kind of smile that only grows wider the more you hear something you like.

Because the truth was that they weren’t wrong at all. Sebastian, contrary to what you thought, knew those kids could see beyond simple gestures, because they were absolutely right.

Recess came and went pretty fast, so did school time. That afternoon, you decided to stay a bit longer at school to start working on evaluations and to clean up the chaos your classroom had become over the course of the year.

You tried to organize your thoughts. While pretending to review hours of exercises without much enthusiasm, what you were really doing was replaying everything Seb’s students had said to you that morning, all while reorganizing your desk as a distraction.

You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore: you were daydreaming about the smile Sebastian had given you during the break. And the ones he carefully sent your way during staff meetings. And how he always left you post-its with kind messages at the beginning and end of the day. And how all of those little details, however small, had started to get to you.

You hated how Sebastian treated you. Specifically, you hated not knowing the real reason why he acted the way he did with you and, even more if possible, you hated not being able to do anything about it other than return those sweet gestures.

A soft knock at your classroom door pulled you from your spiral of thoughts.

You looked up and there he was, as if you had summoned him.

Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, muscles tense and, truthfully, very attention-grabbing, was Sebastian. That familiar smile you liked so much rested on his face.

"Hey," he said quietly as he stepped inside the classroom.

You blinked in surprise at his unexpected visit. You hadn’t been expecting him and, maybe, that was why your cheeks were burning bright red.

"Is something wrong? Do you need to steal another worksheet from me?" you asked, half-jokingly, trying to keep it light.

"Not this time… though I wouldn’t say no since you offered."

"Then… what brings you to my classroom today?"

Sebastian hesitated when you asked him that. He sighed and reminded himself that, for now, the worst-case scenario was a “no.” But for you, just to take a step forward in whatever was growing between you two, it was worth the risk.

"I heard a rumor," he finally said, with determination.

You crossed your arms and leaned back on your desk, already knowing what he was referring to.

"Oh, really?"

"Apparently… I’ve heard that my golden trio snuck away from me this morning not long after recess started."

So yes, you were right. He was talking about that.

You groaned softly, burying your face in your hands, clearly embarrassed.

"So Amelia, Max and Oliver…"

"Yeah. The version I have of Harry, Ron and Hermione in my class," Seb chuckled softly.

"I was just tidying up a few things, and suddenly they showed up here…" you began explaining. "Then they started asking me way too many questions about my personal life and, well… maybe they’ve gotten some ideas about something that hasn’t happened and probably won’t. You know… kids," you added.

"They’ve been collecting evidence for weeks and, also, they’ve been telling me all about it," Sebastian confessed, just as embarrassed as you were, nervously rubbing his neck. "Apparently, and no matter how many times I denied it, they believe we got married in secret at the library, and now I have to ask you on dates because you’re my wife."

He laughed nervously at his own revelation. You couldn’t think of anything more adorable even though, truthfully, you felt exactly the same way as he did.

"Well, I just hope you told them that Mrs. Weber didn’t scold us for making noise. We have to set a good example for the kids, you know," you said, smiling more now.

The two of you fell quiet for a few moments, simply looking at each other. The silence, interrupted only by your almost synchronized breathing, didn’t bother you at all.

Seb began looking at you more intently, his expression turning soft and calm. Yet he seemed thoughtful, like he was trying to build up the courage to say something...

"You know, the kids aren’t… completely wrong," he finally said.

You tried to stay composed, silently repeating to yourself not to get your hopes up about whatever he was about to say.

"What do you mean?" you asked, nervously, but keeping a calm tone.

Seb let out his breath slowly. It made you realize that, just like you, he’d probably been mentally rehearsing how to say something for a while. The only difference was, he had finally found the courage to actually say it. Or maybe he had simply given himself permission to try.

"Well… I do like you. And I have for a while now," he admitted softly but firmly. "The thing is… I’ve been waiting for the right moment to tell you. And also to make sure you were comfortable with me, and that I wouldn’t make things awkward… but yeah, the kids kind of beat me to it before I could tell you."

You could feel your heart racing more and more with every word he spoke. As he explained why he’d been doing all those little things for you, the reason he’d been so kind, why he hadn’t confessed anything sooner, it all began to make sense somehow. He genuinely liked you and didn’t want to ruin the good relationship you already had.

You couldn’t stop looking at him. And you couldn’t stop thinking that… maybe there was real hope in all of this.

"Are you serious?"

Seb nodded, stepping a little closer to you. Gently, and with a silent look asking for permission, he took your hand.

"I was going to ask you out next week. I had it all planned for when the school year ended and we had a bit more free time. I was going to do it, you know… subtly. But apparently, a few seven-year-olds had other plans."

You couldn’t help but laugh, and he didn’t hold back from joining in.

"I think they do have a lot of plans for us. I bet if they were here right now, they’d be making plans for us this summer too."

Seb didn’t answer. You focused on him again: on the sweetness in his eyes, the calm and ease that radiated from him, and especially the way he looked at you… like he had already decided you were going to be one of his favorite people in the world.

That was the moment you realized you needed to calm down and, most importantly, give yourself the chance you deserved to be happy with someone who, without a doubt, had made your school days much, much more enjoyable… and happier.

Even more than your students.

"Then…"

"I’d love to," you interrupted, your voice a little shaky. "If you want, I can finish up here and… just if you want, really... we can go grab a coffee… Just us."

"That sounds perfect," he smiled, giving you a small hug before quickly pulling back, realizing maybe it was a bit too much and instantly second-guessing himself. "A coffee, lots of your favorite cake and no tiny spies trying to set us up."

You nodded, laughing again, one of those warm, full laughs that gave Sebastian life.

"But you have to promise me one thing: if any member of your golden trio keeps up their spying methods for the rest of the school year, or even during the next one, you’re the one who has to break the news to them.""Deal," he said. "Although I have a feeling there’s a high chance them figuring out on their own this summer… because, if you let me, I plan on taking you out on a lot of dates, Miss Y/L/N."

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