#examples of the others (without spoiling):

[erinwantstowrite]

Duke Thomas stans i need help,,, i can't figure out what creature/mythical whatever he would be in this au,,,, i have everyone else as something but Duke evades me here

[lady-luckk]

you reap what you sow

# pairings: yandere sugar daddy harem x sugar baby reader

# synopsis: you’ve been dating eight guys all at the same time for they’re money. hopefully they never find out about each other

# warnings: this will contain dark themes such as obsession and possessiveness. if you are uncomfortable, please block me. viewer discretion is advised. minors DNI.

# notes: inspired by that one tiktok vid. Ifykyk. reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!

# parts: part 1 𖤓 part 2 𖤓 part 3

love is a transaction, and you’ve mastered the art of the deal. eight men, each convinced they’re the center of your world, each blind to the truth. they call you when they’re lonely, when they need an ego boost, when they want to feel wanted.

you play your part well—sweet, devoted, just naive enough to keep them comfortable. they see you as temporary, something to be enjoyed and discarded. but that’s fine. as long as the gifts keep coming, as long as the money flows, you’ll let them believe whatever they want. you don’t care as long as the money keeps coming. they’re all your darlings.

they think they’re using you—another pretty thing to entertain them until they get bored. but you don’t mind. boredom works in your favor. their wallets open easier when they don’t take you seriously.

you smile, you flatter, you play your role to perfection. eight men, eight lives, none the wiser. they think they hold all the power, that you should be grateful for whatever scraps of affection they toss your way.

but in the end, you’re the one collecting the rewards.

you’re a master at time management—you’ve been dating these guys simultaneously for a year. one year perfecting the balance, juggling their schedules, their tempers, their affections. none of them have discovered the others' existence. too dumb to suspect a thing. they all think they’re the one you love most. they often feel troubled and annoyed by your affection toward them, and they’ve repeatedly told you to know your place, not to harbor any unrealistic hope.

HA HA HA.

the only unrealistic hope you have is for their money.

you don’t need love—you need their money. their attention. their willingness to spoil you even as they look down on you.

and as long as they keep giving, you’ll keep playing along.

you often cycle through the messages on your phone, each conversation carefully tailored. each boyfriend is a puzzle piece slotted into your perfect game. some of them are cruel, sneering when they hand you gifts. others act indifferent, as if their presence alone is payment enough. you smile and nod and let them think they own you. none of them do.

you’ve rehearsed every lie. when one calls late at night, you’re just getting out of the bath. when another wants to meet, you’re swamped with work. if two of them go to the same café, you warn one about a sudden stomach ache. they eat out of your hand without realizing it.

but something has changed.

they used to forget little details about you, dismissing you as just another fling. now, they remember too much. one recalls your favorite coffee order, even though you never told him. another shows up at places you frequent, acting surprised to see you. one leaves a bouquet of your favorite flowers at your doorstep, carefully arranged with a handwritten note that simply reads, thinking of you. you never told him you liked those flowers. in fact, you don’t even remember mentioning them at all.

their texts, once careless and sparse, become suffocating. "thinking of you," one writes at midnight. "dreamed about you last night," another says. the words feel heavier than before. they ask more questions, ones that dig too deep. "what do you do when we're not together?" "who else do you spend time with?" their words are sweet, but there's an edge, a demand for something unspoken.

their texts, once careless and sparse, become suffocating.

for example,

elijah

elijah never used to care about your whereabouts. he would text you lazily, sometimes going days without responding. but now, he messages you constantly. "where are you?" "who are you with?" "send me a picture."

you laugh it off, telling him he’s being silly, but one night, you catch him outside your workplace. he’s leaning against his car, arms crossed, watching the entrance.

"thought i’d surprise you," he says. "you didn’t answer my texts."

he drives you home without asking, his fingers tapping anxiously against the steering wheel. "you wouldn’t lie to me, would you?" he asks suddenly. his voice is calm, but his grip on the gearshift tightens. "i don’t like being lied to."

you smile, reassure him, say all the right things. he finally relaxes, but his eyes stay sharp, watching you like he’s memorizing your every move.

lucas

lucas has never been the affectionate type, but lately, he’s been pulling you closer, holding onto you longer. his hands linger on your waist when you say goodbye, his fingers curling slightly, as if reluctant to let you go.

"you’re mine, you know that, right?" he whispers one evening, his breath hot against your ear.

"of course," you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. but inside, something twists. his grip is a little too tight, his smile a little too forced.

the next morning, you wake up to dozens of missed calls from him. your phone buzzes again. "answer me." another message. "don’t ignore me."

you turn off your phone and tell yourself it’s nothing.

nathan

nathan always acted like he had other girls, like he didn’t need you. but now, he’s different. he clings to you in ways that feel desperate, his arrogance cracking.

"i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you," he admits one night, his fingers tracing circles on your wrist. "you wouldn’t leave me, right?"

his voice is soft, but there’s something hollow beneath it, something dark.

"never," you say, and he relaxes—but his grip never loosens.

kai

kai never used to show up unannounced. now, he does. first, at your work. then, at your gym. then, outside your apartment.

"i was just in the neighborhood," he says each time, flashing that easy smile.

but his eyes are always scanning, searching. as if he’s looking for something. or someone.

"i love you, you know," he murmurs one night, his fingers brushing over your cheek. "you wouldn’t betray me. not you."

you laugh, tell him he’s being dramatic.

but when you get home, your apartment door is unlocked.

matthew

matthew was always indifferent, treating you like an afterthought. but not anymore. now, he watches you closely, studying your every move, his head tilted like he’s trying to solve a puzzle.

"you’ve changed," he says one day, his tone unreadable. "you’re hiding something."

you laugh, brush him off. but his gaze lingers, calculating.

"i’ll figure it out," he says finally, and something about the way he says it makes your stomach twist.

leo

leo used to be fun, lighthearted. but now, there’s an edge to him. a quiet intensity that makes you nervous.

"i had a dream about you last night," he tells you one evening. "you were leaving me. i didn’t like it."

you smile, joke that he’s being paranoid. but he just stares at you, unblinking.

"don’t ever do that to me," he says. "not even in a dream."

his fingers tighten around yours. you don’t pull away.

xavier

xavier never asked for more than you were willing to give. but now, he wants everything.

"move in with me," he says suddenly.

it’s not a request.

when you hesitate, his expression darkens. "why not?" he asks. "you love me, don’t you?"

you nod quickly, knowing it’s what he wants to hear. his smile returns, but his eyes remain cold.

"good," he murmurs. "because i won’t let you go."

damien

one night, damien insists on driving you home. he's never offered before. usually, he barely walks you to the door, too preoccupied with himself to care. but tonight, his grip on your wrist lingers a second too long when you try to leave the restaurant. "let me take you home," he says. his voice is smooth, but there's something off in his eyes, something unreadable.

you try to decline, but he doesn’t budge. "humor me," he says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

in the car, he doesn't speak. the drive is quiet, too quiet. when you glance at him, his knuckles are tight around the steering wheel. your apartment building comes into view, but instead of stopping out front like he always does, he pulls into the empty lot and turns off the engine.

"damien—" you start, but he cuts you off. "stay a little longer," he says. his voice is soft, almost pleading. "i just... don’t like saying goodbye so soon."

you smile, playing along, though something about the way he's looking at you makes your skin prickle. "next time, okay?"

for a moment, he doesn’t move. then, he exhales sharply and unlocks the doors. "yeah. next time."

as you step out, you feel his eyes on your back the entire way inside.

lately, you feel eyes on you when no one should be there. the messages come faster, their tones more insistent. “where were you last night?” one asks. “you’re mine, aren’t you?” another demands. you brush them off, just as you always do, but the uneasy feeling lingers. they’re getting restless. possessive.

one night, as you return home, you notice something strange—your apartment door is unlocked. your stomach twists. you always double-check. always.

inside, everything is untouched. but the air feels different, charged. you close the door and step forward cautiously. the silence is suffocating.

you shake the feeling off. no one knows. no one has found out.

not yet.

[meo-eiru]

Day 3 of Character Trivia Night!

For tonight we have Lavi

Lavi is the son of two high ranking demons

Beauty and power makes you attractive to other demons, so Lavi who had both right from birth was spoiled like no other his whole life

Due to his power and rank it's really hard to summon him so when you did it he assumed you went out of your way to do it and was targeting him specifically

His ideal partner is someone who does what he says and spoils him, if you don't fit that description he'll forcefully make you fit the mold

He likes to stay up late and laze around in bed until lunch time, he'll also force you to follow the same schedule as well

Out of all the boys he's the most likely to visibly get angry at you and take it out on you physically

A lot of stuff makes him angry but there are levels to it and each level brings out a different type of tantum

Low level ones are not including him in something you're doing, not watching the show he wanted to watch, complimenting animals and/or inanimate objects when he's right there, not kissing him as soon as you wake up etc. These don't cause big outbursts but will cause him to act extra needy

Mid level ones are going out without him, forcing him to wear something he doesn't like, not praising him properly, being in a room with other men, not having sex with him as soon as he shows signs of wanting it, not responding when he's talking to you etc. These ones will cause bigger outbursts, often public. He'll be crying, screaming and stomping his feet. He might pull your clothes or hair or physically attack someone near you

High level ones are actually sleeping with someone else, actively ignoring him to pay attention to someone else, badmouthing and/or insulting him, attempting or managing to summon another demon, attempting to exorcise him and/or physically hurting him with holy items etc. With these he'll be mad. It's pretty much over for everyone around. If the offense is tied to someone else like a man you were with or a demon you summoned he'll personally make their face unrecognizable, drag their bloodied body around in hell and hang it on a high spot to set an example. When it comes to you he won't be screaming like his normal tantrums, he'll just grab you by your hair and drag you to a bedroom. If you try to protest he'll pierce your skin with his nails deep and leave bleeding scratch marks to make sure you remember what he'll do to you forever. He might also dig his heels into your skin depending on how much you're fighting back.

He can burn others, charm them or suck out their life energy. He's small but does have inhumane strength and speed

His blood can work as a light aphrodisiac but is addictive

No matter what type of personality you have he'll force you to be on top of him during sex

He really likes it when you mark his skin and if it's for sex you're allowed to choke him too. The next day he'll run out half naked just to make the people around see the marks

Once you tried going to work/school while he was still asleep but he unfortunately raided the building as soon as he realized you were gone and threw the desks around until you let him sit on your lap as you worked

His wings and tail can be quite sensitive

He likes to wrap the tail around your leg while you two are having sex and squeeze it hard

He likes being manhandled if it's for foreplay

He wants you to spoil him and buy him all the clothes and accessories he wants and hasn't asked for yet, he doesn't really care if you end up in debt or something, he can always just drag your soul down to hell with him

But he lowkey enjoys watching you struggle to take care of him

He doesn't need to eat but he loves anything sweet, if a normal human tried eating the desserts he eats on a daily basis they'd die from sugar overdose

He loves to publicly shame anyone who shows interest in him while he's already with you and expects you to do the same

His skin is completely spotless, not a single scar which is something to proud of as a demon. It's one of the reasons why he exposes so much skin

[yumeka-sxf]

Well, seems like something that was just a theory before has come very close to truth...

Because of this major revelation, I wanted to take a deep dive into what we know about Donovan so far and how hints throughout past chapters could indeed indicate that he can read minds. While we still don't have concrete proof for this other than Melinda's word, I don't believe there's anything that discredits this idea, either. In fact, many things throughout the series support it.

First we have Loid's encounter with Donovan way back in chapter 38. I always found it strange that we never got insight into Donovan's thoughts throughout that whole exchange. We always get to know what characters are thinking, even without Anya's mind-reading support. It's not an uncommon storytelling mechanic in general after all, especially for manga. Yet, Endo chose not to give us any insight into what Donovan was thinking. I figured this was simply to avoid spoiling anything about what his exact plans and motives are for future stories (also why Anya was absent for this). But now it seems like this could have also been to hide the fact that he can read minds. If he can read minds, certain things he said during that exchange take on a more ominous meaning. For example, what he said below about how people can never truly understand each other.

It's been a headcanon of mine that the reason why Anya, and perhaps Donovan, were given mind-reading powers, stemmed from the desire for world peace...the idea being that if people could read each other's minds - in other words, always know what others are thinking and feeling, sympathy and understanding would abound.

We learn later on that Donovan had ideas like this even as a kid when he made a similar comment during his debate competition speech. He said that it's impossible to know the true intentions of others so people will forever doubt each other, thus war is inevitable.

We also have the little detail in today's chapter that Donovan did not have the scars on his head during Melinda's flashback (of course, he didn't have them as a kid in chapter 99 either).

Now this is totally my theory, but if we take Melinda's words as the truth, without any misunderstanding, then sometime in Donovan's adult life after he married and had a child, he was experimented on and was given mind-reading powers, perhaps by force but most likely by choice. Now that he has these powers, his laments about people not being able to understand each other are no longer true, at least not for him. Perhaps the experiments done on Anya were preliminary tests that he put together to perfect the mind-reading implementation science before actually doing it to himself. Again, totally just speculation, but not out of the question.

Then we have Demetrius...we learned in chapter 93 that Anya has trouble reading his mind.

If we put that together with Melinda's comment in today's new chapter, that Demetris also took note of Donovan being able to read minds...

...then perhaps Demetrius conditioned himself to think in ways that would make it difficult for his mind to be read, specifically to thwart the "alien" that's impersonating his father. I mentioned last time that I don't think Donovan is actually an alien, and that this description is the only explanation Melinda could come up with to explain his mind-reading powers. If this is true though, it really does make the Desmond dinner scene all the more telling...that throughout all those panels without dialogue, Donovan was absorbing the deepest inner thoughts of his family members (and again, no insight into his own thoughts, just like in chapter 38).

But if the "Donovan can read minds" theory holds true, then the most disturbing idea of all is that Donovan knows that Twilight is a spy. He knows that he's the target of Twilight's mission, and that Twilight seeks to thwart him. Not only that, but depending on what he's read of Damian and Melinda's minds, he knows that they're fond of Anya and Yor, respectively - people who are close to Twilight. Mind-reading powers in the hands of a child are one thing, but in the hands of a shrewd and power political figure...I'm both excited and anxious to find out what Donovan's next move will be!

[3hks]

How to Write SIBLING Relationships

If you're looking to write a sibling relationship but don't fully understand how a sibling relationship actually works, this is for you! As someone who has a younger brother, here are some points you'll want to consider when writing siblings!

Oldest, Middle, and Youngest

First, let's talk about the three types of siblings and explore their general roles, expectations, and characterization within a family!

*Oldest*

Starting with the oldest child, oftentimes, the eldest child is expected to act as the most responsible and as the role model. This doesn't mean they will go out of their way to set an example, but typically, no matter their personality and relationship with their younger siblings, they will have an innate sense of duty and protectiveness over their siblings. They want their siblings to enter the right path.

As the role model, the oldest child normally feels the most stress and anxiety, yet they also try not to show it to avoid worry from others. They highly value independence.

*Middle*

I'm sure you've heard of the jokes that the middle child is invisible child, and while those jokes are often exaggerated, the truth isn't terribly far off.

Between the eldest and youngest child, the middle child has a more difficult time standing out, which may lead to more reckless behavior for attention. They are characterized as more free-spirited and might act as a mediator between the youngest and oldest.

They will likely be more responsible and experienced than the youngest but can act similarly to the youngest.

*Youngest*

The youngest child can look like many things. Sometimes, you'll see the youngest is the most spoiled because they're the parents' favorite, and sometimes they're ignored because they have the least experience. Despite that, they have their fair share of pressures and burdens because they are often expected to meet, if not surpass, the achievements of their older siblings.

The General Dynamic

A sibling relationship differs from a typical friendship. They WILL find each other more annoying, but that doesn't mean they can't get along.

Siblings are also more honest and nit-pickier with each other. For example, if a friend changes the radio without asking, the character might not think too much of it. However, if their brother changes the radio without asking, then the character will likely feel irritated and call them out for it.

And when I say honest, I don't mean that they're super honest with each other emotionally, because that's not always the case. When I mean honest, I mean they're rather honest with each other at a surface, verbal level. They hardly hesitate to say their thoughts and can be pushy about them.

They will have an opinion on everything.

Personalities

If you've ever had some friends that have siblings, I'm sure that you're aware sometimes siblings can be similar and sometimes they're total opposites.

However, this doesn't mean that a pair of "opposite" siblings are ying and yang. While they may seem visibly different, such as fashion sense, and whether they're an introvert or extrovert, there are still shared traits that they hold. This is especially true if they're biological siblings and/or raised in the same environment together.

They influence each other, so there's bound to be some similarities in personality or values no matter how distinct each one is.

Love, Even If Unseen

No matter what, siblings love each other. They might not say it, they might not express it, or they might show it in a toxic and unhealthy way, but there's always an underlying sense of familial love. These are the people that your character has (or was supposed to) grown up with, after all.

There's going to be attachment, they will defend each other, even if they claim to hate the other.

Parents

Okay guys, now let's move on to parents and how they might play a part in sibling relationships!

*Comparisons*

Regardless of whether you have a sibling or not, you've likely experienced what it feels like to be compared to someone else. I'm not saying people with siblings have it worse, but they do have a wider range of people to be compared with.

It's not uncommon for parents to compare their children to each other, and it's not uncommon either for a child to compare themselves to their siblings. Sometimes, outsiders and/or distant family members will also compare the siblings, causing feelings of inferiority and envy.

When siblings have a poor relationship, it can sometimes be because of the parents.

*Fighting and Arguments*

Siblings fight and argue a LOT. However, you'd be mistaken if you thought a parent resolves all of these fights.

The truth is, after a certain age is reached, parents won't step in or resolve a fight unless it's right in front of them. They expect their children to be mature enough to solve their issues out, and honestly? They were tired of breaking up conflicts years ago.

Bonus point: yes, siblings can fight often, but the quarrels are usually forgotten pretty quick too. I've had several fights with my brother in which we were back to normal literally a few hours later the spat. Will I remember it for the next year? Absolutely. But do I care anymore? Not really.

Conclusion

This post may not apply to all siblings--everyone has different types of relationships--but here are some good points to start at!

TL;DR: The eldest sibling has the most responsibility, the middle sibling is a blend between the oldest and youngest and often strives for attention, and while the youngest sibling may look like they have it the easiest, they have their pressures too. Sibling relationship does not mimic a friendship, and they will have similar traits despite distinct personalities. They love and care for each other, even if it doesn't look that way. Having siblings sets up for many comparisons between them, and parents won't always resolve sibling spats.

I'll likely release some posts detailing how to write specific sibling relationships, so let me know if you want to see one in particular! Thank you for making it here!

Happy writing~

3hks <3

[salemlunaa]

⚠︎ IMPORTANT REMINDER: you’re not useless or pathetic for wanting to use methods ⚠︎

i personally don’t obsess over them all too much but there are such cute ones that i’ll use just for fun (eg @luckykiwiii101’s distraction method and @hrrtshape’s anti method to name two i absolutely adore)

if you want to touch your bedroom wall 3 times if you think that will help, go and use that as a placebo. As long as you remember that these methods are lifeless and it’s all YOU, you’re fine. Society has taught us some bullshit, that we need to work hard to get things, even subliminally, like in the media for example movies, where you’re stirred in the right direction to root for the hardworking “underdog” and hate the person that gets everything handed to them. We are taught that’s the right way: effort. And getting desires without trying is a sign of being spoiled or just too good to be true.

This mindset has been ingrained into our conscious and subconscious mind, so it isn’t going to be the easiest thing for most people to unlearn. So although we can of course change our mindset in a second, let’s be patient with others.

And let’s keep that in mind and be kind to those still figuring it out. Of course methods aren’t need and all we need is to just decide, but let’s be respectful in conveying that message.

Methods can be cutesy and fun and can be great placebos (although not needed), you aren’t pathetic for doing psych k, robotic affirming or anything else. Just remember those methods would be nothing without YOU, not the other way around.

You should also remember that you were once in their shoes whether that’s something you’re up for admitting or not, the occasional tough love post is fine, and can be appreciated by many, i’ve made many tough love posts for people who genuinely needed that cold glass of water thrown in their face, but being a regular bitch will never be a cute look, you’re just driving people away and giving loser idk 🤷‍♀️

let’s behave ourselves…. and remember you’re interacting with actual human beings

[salem-s]

me again!! here's what i first thought of for jock!rafe x nerd!reader

so what if reader were to be in a sport herself? volleyball for example (or any other sport youd like) andddd she gets injured :0000 and rafe just happens to be at one of her games 😏😏😏😏

OR it could be vice versa- but instead of rafe getting hurt he'd win his game! or... if you like drama... he gets in a fight with one of the people from the opposite team LMAO

okay that's it 🙂‍↕️

love this prompt so much! and im using both of these.

DON'T WORRY, BABY. I'LL HANDLE HIM ── RAFE CAMERON ONE SHOT (18+)

SYNOPSIS your ex-boyfriend always chooses the best time to be a prick: right before an important playoff game. revenge is hard to achieve with a broken hand, but conveniently rafe's hockey team is playing your ex's later that weekend, and your best friend's brother is hardly the one to play nice.

WARNINGS language, graphic imagery (broken bones, mentions of blood and bruises), violence, suggestive content. 18+ mdni. lowkey inspired by challengers? jock!rafe x jock!reader has my soul, especially hockey!rafe. also i changed reader's sport from volleyball to basketball bc i dont know anything about volleyball? college au.

WORD COUNT 10.6k... my bad...

SONG OF THE CHAPTER about a girl by nirvana

The morning is sour from the moment you wake up.

Because it isn't from the sunlight, or your phone buzzing, or the simplicity of nature. It's from knocking — barbaric knocking — that jolts you from your sleep, harshly interrupting your peacefulness and broaching the morning with a startle, with your heart racing, with wide eyes and a brewing migraine.

You shouldn't be surprised when it's your ex.

You broke up with Jesse a month ago on matters regarding his overwhelming narcissism and egoist complex that dampened your conscious for months. Frankly, you aren't sure why you put up with him so long — perhaps because he was halfway decent in bed and was silky sweet whenever he wanted to be — but you snapped out of the thick haze of fog after you hit a breaking point. It was your birthday, you asked him for one thing, and he couldn't even show up for something as simple as that, claiming he'd gotten caught up at his friend's NHL watch party of a team he didn't care for.

But clearly you breaking up with him meant nothing, because he's been attempting to crawl back into your life with every chance he gets.

It started the very next day when he cried in front of your apartment door as if he had every right to do so, wailing well into the night that you got a fucking noise complaint from your neighbors. You had to sneak out the side window to make it to practice without crossing paths with him, and it only got worse when he's been tracking you down in between classes, in between practices, at your car before he knew you had to drive to a game. He once showed up at Sarah's apartment, your best friend, where it took her older brother and her boyfriend to successfully de-escalate the situation and throw him out before Jesse could even get near you.

It's been relentless, and Jesse teeters between showing up with flowers and trying to sweet talk you into getting back together with him, or belligerently drunk to where he verbally berates you for being: "A spoiled cunt with so many issues that no other guy would wanna go near."

(His exact words, might you add.)

And now, he's leaning towards the mean side, the side of him that is so fucking brutal that, despite not caring about him anymore, you can't not let the words get to you, especially when your mental headspace is already so fragile with the playoffs going on.

"Are you fucking him?" Is the first thing Jesse says before you can even open the door.

You regret even answering, but know that he literally will sit here all day and knock and scream until you give him the time of day (you learned that the hard way). Though your mind is mumble-jumble, blinking blearily to try and discern if this is actually happening right now, if Jesse is actually here at six in the morning to start his shit up again.

"What?" Your tone is so exasperated, as if you're dealing with a problem child.

But he doesn't flinch. "Cameron. Are you fucking him?"

You want to laugh out of exhaustion, out of ridiculousness, out of anything synonymous to that because the audacity of him to show up here at the break of dawn to interrogate you on your sex life is downright comical, as if he has any right to comment on what you do or don't do. You're not his anymore, and he clearly isn't accepting that, nor accepting the fact that you're (apparently) already moving on.

With Rafe Cameron, nonetheless.

The rumor is not true, you can easily confirm that. But the thought of toying with Jesse, of making him believe that you're seeing not only your best friend's brother, but his arch-rival in hockey, makes your heart flutter with excitement, with the urge to psychologically torment him in a way you know will hit home.

Because Jesse's been second best to Rafe for years, ever since freshman year when the two clubs go up against one another. The rivalry has been adamant every time they're on the ice, because Jesse is so easily rattled and Rafe is a walking epitome of a troll, finding new ways to get under his opponent's skin to shake them off their game, to fluster them to get them to mess up, to get inside their heads in a way that Rafe Cameron only knows how.

So, you figure that if your ex thinks you've moved on, maybe he'll get the hint to stop fucking bothering you.

"Rafe Cameron?" You repeat incredulously, almost inviting the confrontation. "You're here at the ass crack of dawn to ask if I'm fucking Rafe Cameron? Seriously?"

Jesse spats your name. "Is it true or not?"

You cross your arms, leaning on the door frame as if you have all the time in the world to drag out his obvious misery. "And if I am? What're you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna kill him," he seethes, smoke practically blowing from his ears. "Teach him not to touch what's mine."

Yet the tone hardly fazes you.

"I'm not yours anymore, remember? Haven't been for a month. That's thirty two days starting today, or is that too high of a number for you to count to?" You coo mockingly, brows pinched in faux concern as if you're trying to tell a baby why they can't play with the power outlet.

Jesse narrows his eyes, scoffing.

"God, you just can't keep your legs closed, can you?"

The words are ice on his tongue, and even more frozen in your veins. You stiffen impossibly still, trying to keep up your nonchalant facade but slowly slipping as it stings harsher than it should.

And, fuck, he can tell, because he knows how to make you hurt, how to get you spiraling into the deep end of your mind, how to manipulate a situation to make it seem like you're in the wrong all the time. Because he's such an angel, he's so sweet, he's so protective that no one would ever assume that he's the one causing all the issues in the relationship. He's all smiles and faux admiration in front of crowds, yet behind closed doors he's cruel, digging deep into the roots of your insecurities and using them to his advantage, to hold power over you.

"Didn't think Cameron would give you the time of day, of all people," Jesse continues harshly, twisting the knife. "That's low, even for him."

You’re seconds away from breaking.

"Do you need something?" You grit through your teeth, heart racing. "Or are you only here to be a prick?"

The knife twists further when he fucking grins, clearly satisfied that he got under your skin so much that he takes a step back. He admires you for a moment, relishing in your clenched jaw and heaving chest and amused that he finally got to give you a piece of the medicine he's been tasting for a month. It's as if he's accomplished what he came here to do: get inside your head, stay there, and gnaw away at your conscious.

Jesse stares at you for a beat too long, suppressing a shit-eating grin that he tries to make polite as if his whole mission wasn't to upset you.

"Just needed to know, honey. Good luck tonight."

And like that, he's gone, disappearing down the hallway and into the stairwell with such eased nonchalance as if he hasn't just ruined your entire day, thrown you off your mental headspace that you were curating for your important game tonight. You really try to shake it off, to go back to bed to get the rest you need and energize mentally and physically to be in tip-top shape, but the words ring like a gong in your mind.

Can't close your legs, didn't think Cameron would give you the time of day, that's low for him.

Can't close your legs, didn't think Cameron would give you the time of day, that's low even for him.

The words are still echoing through the confinements of your mind, and you're really trying to not let it affect your mood but it's proving astronomically difficult during warm ups, and to make matters that much worse, everyone that you don't want to see is here at the game, watching you miss shots and get all in your head.

Jesse grins in the stands, elbowing his degenerate of a best friend every time you miss a shot.

And Rafe is standing next to Sarah, frowning so deep you'd think the lines would permanently etch on his face.

You try not to glance at either of them, but it's proving difficult when you can feel their eyes, as well as the other hundred people here, boring into you, seeing through you skin and peering right into your soul. It's intrusive and it makes your heart race all the same as a panic attack would induce. The court lights are too bright and the other team is shouting too loud, and your frustration only sky rockets when you miss the tip off to start the game.

After you miss three open threes in a row, you stop shooting.

You solely focus on gathering assists, passing to your teammates who are having a good game, to merely be the vessel between them and the ball making it into the hoop. You manage to score a layup and one out of two free-throws, but it's astronomically lower than your usual point average. The team picks up after your losses, making up for your missed shots and occasional turnovers, and the game is closer than it should be.

It doesn't help that, by the second quarter, you are absolutely done with the girl defending you.

It's as if today is piss-you-off-day, because it seems everyone is out to get you, everyone can tell you're off your game and are laughing at your mere attempt to keep trying. The girl defending you is audaciously handsy, elbowing you out of the ref's sight and stepping on your feet and boxing you out so aggressively that you can't help but throw an elbow back at her. She smack talks in your ear, egging you on, further poking the bear and reaffirming all the things you tell yourself.

"You're overrated," she shit talks when you're bringing the ball up the court. "Your coach is fucking delusional to make you the poster player."

To which you responded: "Who the fuck are you?" And kept playing.

Can't close your legs, didn't think Cameron would give you the time of day, that's low even for him.

You miss another shot, Jesse's words ringing through your head.

Cursing under your breath, you crash the boards to fight for the rebound, watching as the ball bounces harshly off the rim. You feel the girl defending you right on your back, leaving an angry red scratch on your arm as an attempt to grab the basketball from you. Yet you persevere (for once this game), ripping it from her grasp and immediately passing it to a teammate on the three point line. Ten seconds are left on the clock, the game tied, and you hope the shot goes in so you can be up by halftime.

But your teammate misses, and you don't think as you fight tooth and nail to get it, leaping into the air and reaching high in hopes of alley-ooping it back into the net for a quick touch and go.

Three seconds left, and you're mid-air when your defender completely body checks you by the hip, sending your body aggressively jerking in a direction it shouldn't, and your body is twisted in a way that would make it impossible for you to land on your feet. You slam into the ground and you cry out. But it's not from the force of her hip check, or the fact that the air is knocked out of your lungs the second you meet the floor.

No, it's from the sickening crack that comes from your hand.

The buzzer goes off, signaling half-time, but you're curled up on the court floor, cradling your left hand as thousands of pins and needles pin-prick your nerves. A teammate puts a hand on your shoulder, yelling something to the coach who hurriedly runs over. People are talking about you, talking at you, trying to get you to respond.

"Fuck!" You curse under your breath, tears brimming your waterline at the intense pain. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—“

The athletic trainer is pulling you to a sitting position, eyeing the hand that you're cradling and, eventually, getting you to stand on your two feet. She's speaking to you, but frankly you don't hear her, heart beat thrumming loud in your ears and droning everything else out. Your head is underwater, your hand is exploding with a horrific sensation that it's all you can focus on, how your season is indefinitely over, how you still can't get Jesse's words out of your head.

People try and help you up, but you refuse, refuse the fucking stretcher that waits idly in the corner of the gymnasium for instances like this. With the last shroud of dignity you have left, you pick yourself up off the ground, searing red hot with frustration as people have the audacity to clap for you, and find your own footing.

You wish you hadn't, but before you leave the gym, your eyes glance up to the stands one more time, only to meet Jesse's gaze. He's surprised, that's for sure, but a smirk etches his lips with wide eyes, as if in disbelief that he threw you off your game that much, so much that you're done for the season. He's smug, that stupid fucking prick, crossing his arms as if he did something phenomenal, as if you'll come crawling back to him so he can take care of you again.

Fat fucking chance.

With a gentle hand on your back and shoulder, the athletic trainer steers you away from the locker room where all your teammates and coach are headed, but rather towards the training room where all the medical supplies are. She's still speaking to you, but you know what she's saying, you know she's trying to reassure you in medical terms that you couldn't care for. What's the point? Your season is over. Kiss the playoffs goodbye.

You get x-rays immediately, and it comes back with two clean breaks: both in your thumb leading down to your wrist. And it's one of those breaks that doesn't require surgery, just time and patience so the bones can mend on their own. Surgery would be excessive, the on-site doctor tells you, explaining the next steps with a custom-made splint and weeks of physical therapy.

You listen as best as you can, and you're thankful that everything is written down in a post-appointment sheet on all the steps you're supposed to take, because, frankly, you haven't really retained a word. All you can think about is Jesse's stupid fucking face, his words, his ability to crawl under your skin and hatch his verbal bullets there to infest.

Eventually, you're left alone in a makeshift splint, sitting on the padded table with your eyes glued to the wall in front of you.

You're so out of it that you don't register Sarah and Rafe coming in.

It's when she places a gentle hand on your shoulder that you snap out of the daze, blinking your disassociation away to meet her eyes that are furrowed with worry, glossed with a concern you probably don't deserve. Rafe's standing behind her, fingers twitching in your direction as if he wants to touch you, too, but refrains from doing so to not intrude any further.

Your relationship with Rafe is complicated. You're not his biggest fan, and nor are you his.

Sarah is your only common denominator, besides the fact that you're both driven athletes who take a lot of pride in your craft as well as two people who have a no-bullshit attitude when it comes to a lot of things in life. Yet despite how you two constantly bicker and act like you hate one another, you suppose he can highly sympathize with you in this moment knowing that your season is over. You assume that's why he's not poking any fun like he normally likes to do, simply staring at you with cautious blue eyes that are too audaciously pretty.

(Yes, pretty. You’d be stupid not to acknowledge it. Or daydream every now and then about being his. Bleh. You hate how you’ve thought about it before.)

"Are you alright?" Sarah asks worriedly, so sweet and concerned that you can't help but sag your shoulders. "What'd the doctor say?"

Rafe nudges her harshly. "Shut the fuck up, Sare," he hisses.

She slaps him back, turning to face him with, no doubt, a scowl on her face. "She's obviously upset, sue me if I want to know if she's okay."

"She's not," he retorts harshly, almost in a way only an athlete would understand. His eyes dart from his sister to you. "You're not. You've been off all night."

Sarah shoves her brother again, scoffing at the audacity. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why are you even in here?"

"What was happening out there?" Rafe asks you incredulously, completely ignoring his sister.

All you can do is stare at him for a moment, understanding that his abrasiveness is not him trying to make fun of you, but that this is his version of genuine concern. He knows it takes a lot to shake you off your game, he knows because he's the same way. It is very difficult to throw athletes such as yourselves in a slump, only having off-games once in a blue moon when something in your personal life gets in the way of your mentality for the sport.

Peering down at the cast on your hand, you let the harsh stinging of the pain be a reminder of the words that have been plaguing you all night. You want to scream and curse Jesse's bloodline, blame all the mistakes you made tonight on him. But frankly, you're the only one to blame because you let him get under your skin, you let him get a reaction out of you, you let him in to infest your mind.

You settle on something safe. "Didn't sleep well."

That's actually partially true, since he woke you up so early this morning and his lingering words didn't let you fall back asleep.

But Rafe (and Sarah) aren't buying that. Not in the slightest.

"Bullshit," he says immediately. "Your best game was after Kie's twenty first when you got two hours of sleep maximum." Then, softer than you've ever heard him before, he asks, "What happened?"

Your heart lurches at his tone, and part of you wants to go on defense and build walls, to berate him on why he cares and gives a shit about you all of a sudden. He's never been the type to coddle you, much less anyone, so the notion that he's lowering his voice, gentle in his tone, treating you with a rare softness only rings alarm bells in your head.

It feels disingenuine, it must be, because why flip the script? Jesse used to do that all the time: be sweet and act like he cares when he wants answers from you, only to flip the light switch when he got what he wanted from you. You can't trust it, you can't trust him, because it's only going to blow up in your face. Being sweet and truthful and vulnerable has only led to your downfall, only led for people to use your insecurities against you when you're at your worst.

"It was Nords, wasn't it?"

Your head snaps up when Rafe says Jesse's last name, the two of them only calling the other by the name on the back of their jerseys.

Of course, your immediate reaction gives the truth away in an instant, and you see Rafe's jaw clench so impossibly tight that you think it's going to snap. Sarah frowns between the two of you, darting her gaze from her brother and then back to you at the sudden revelation of the real reason why you were off all night, your mistakes leading up to a careless injury that might have you never playing the same again. All because of him: not only your ex boyfriend, but the guy that Rafe already hates.

"What?" She breathlessly asks quickly. "He's bothering you still?"

Rafe's voice is ice. "Still? This has been happening?"

You groan and roll your eyes so hard you're sure they can see the whites of them. They're both so goddamned protective for their own good, and while it's normally a great trait to have in a best friend (and her brother?) it's paying detrimental to you right now. The last thing you want to do is talk about your ex, the guy who's currently making your life so fucking miserable that it's bleeding onto the court, bleeding onto your everyday routine so much that it's altering your agenda, especially with the guy who has hated said-ex for as long as you can remember.

Knowing they're not going to let you leave here without an answer, you wave the white flag. "He showed up at my apartment this morning saying shit."

"What did he say?" Rafe asks immediately.

All you do is huff.

Rafe says your name in warning.

Sarah squeezes your shoulder gently in support, almost in solidarity, as she nods quietly to almost urge you to continue despite her brother's straightforwardness. It's a wordless promise that it's okay, you can tell him, you can tell her, they're here for you despite how aggressive they might come off.

You sigh, peering up at Rafe cautiously. "He thought we were sleeping together. He was pissed. That’s all.”

His brows pinch as Sarah snorts in disbelief.

"Why would he care if you were? You’re broken up?” She speaks aloud, pondering the obvious question that you still don't have the answer to.

You study Rafe’s expression — stone cold with a sliver of something foreign behind his eyes — before flicking your gaze back down to your bandaged hand, almost embarrassed that they’re seeing you so flustered by a guy like Jesse. You simply shrug, wanting that to be the end of the conversation because you truthfully don't know why your ex is doing the things he has been doing. It could be for pride. To guilt you. To have an upper hand. Genuinely, you have no idea.

But — of course — Rafe isn’t the one to let something like this slide, especially now that he’s involved.

“What exactly did he say?” He asks low and calculated, as if an ugly storm is brewing in his chest.

Can't close your legs, didn't think Cameron would give you the time of day, that's low even for him.

You almost laugh. Yeeeeeeah, there's no way you're actually telling Rafe that, because if he knew — if he really knew — Jesse wouldn't make it to tomorrow, and you know that for a fact.

So, instead, you shrug again, batting your eyelashes through an excuse. "Only that he thought we were together, asked how I could move on so quick, just that. It startled me, threw me off my game. That's it."

Rafe stares at you for a long moment, eyes narrowed as they search your face for any indications that you may be lying. And you almost cower, almost, yet hold his gaze as willfully as you can while your hand screams in pain, mind clouds with insecurity. But you hold your ground, because the last thing you are ever going to do on this earth is stand down to Rafe Cameron.

However, your breath hitches without meaning to, unaware that you were holding it in until you couldn't anymore.

Something flickers in his expression like he's had an epiphany, eyes widening in the slightest. He might as well scream eureka with a light bulb flashing over his head, might as well point in your face and scream aha! at the gesture. Blue eyes bore into yours, bright and knowing and accusatory that it makes your heart flip uncomfortably, stomach churning at the notion that he's caught you.

But before he can say anything, before he can call you out, Sarah's (who is unknowing to the entire wordless encounter that just went down) phone shrills, snapping you out of your staring contest with her brother as you blink, gaze darting to her.

She curses, fishing for her phone in her purse and grimacing when she looks at the caller ID. "Fuck, it's John B."

"Answer it," Rafe responds immediately, eyes not leaving you. "Go grab her stuff from the locker room and we'll bring her home."

Your eyes widen at his request, and you almost scream no, no, no! at his demand. Because if she goes right now, that leaves you alone with him, and you can only guess what the isolation is going to bring. More pain? More misery? More humiliation? Because you wouldn't put it past Rafe to ask hard hitting questions that you know will give him the truth, whether you choose to answer him or not.

Yet Sarah pays it no mind, nodding as if it's the best idea in the world.

Her bright expression lands on you, placing a gentle hand on your forearm. "I'll get your bag, okay? Be back in a second."

Your heart sinks as words escape you, a plea rising and dying in your throat as you watch your best friend leave the clinic with her phone pressed to her ear, talking frantically into the microphone before disappearing altogether. You hear her voice linger for a little longer, then completely shut out when she's confirmed gone.

Sighing, you know you don't even have to look at him to know he's staring at you.

You can already tell in your peripheral, and when you do find the gall to lull your head to the side to get this interaction over with, your assumptions are correct when you notice his stone-cold expression piercing through your soul, anticipating the truth now that you've lied to him not once, but twice. He doesn't even have to say anything, you can simply tell by the look on his face that it's something deeper than what you revealed.

A flicker of panic rises in your chest and you squirm under his stare.

"Okay," you start without even realizing, scrambling. "In my defense, it's not even your problem, and frankly none of your business. I'm dealing with it."

"It's my problem now," he responds coolly. "I'm not asking again. Tell me."

You blink stupidly at his demand, still attempting to save your dignity. "I already did."

Rafe darts his gaze between your eyes, prolonging the moment longer than it needs to be just to get you fidgeting uncomfortably under his stare.

"You have a tell, you know."

That confuses you, pulling you from the tension filled moment.

"Huh?"

"You hold your breath when you lie," he murmurs, impatient. "You don't even know you do it."

All you do is ogle at him. How would he know that? And — more importantly — why is he paying enough attention to you to know that?

You swallow thickly, stuck between a rock and a hard place as he essentially blocks your only exit, and you know that he's not going to let you out of here unless you tell him the truth especially since he knows for a fact that you're hiding something from him. There's nothing that gets past him, and you curse his ability to know how to real people so well, know how to get gritty and know how to persuade people to give him all the information.

Sucking in another harsh breath, you wince. "It wasn't good."

"I figured," Rafe says immediately, tone softer than before now that you're starting to peel layers away. "Knew it must've been rough to rattle you that much."

You grimace again. "That bad, huh?"

He says your name in warning, a signal to stop stalling.

Putting a hand up in surrender, you secede. "Alright, okay, fine. He... Uh, well it was, like, six in the morning—"

"Get to it."

"Okay! He, well, alright." You're a babbling mess, and his patience is wearing thin. "He asked me if I was sleeping with you, and obviously I wanted him to suffer a bit so I didn't outright say no—"

Rafe's lips twitch.

You ignore the implication. "And he, uh, said I couldn't keep my legs closed." You figure get it all out now, especially when his posture stiffens. "That he didn't think you would ever give me the time of day."

A beat. "He said that?"

You nod gently. "And that it's a new low. Even for you."

Everything is too much: his stare, his soft tone that's borderline wavering, the humiliation pooling in your chest. The silence is too loud in the room, hearing the thrumming of your heartbeat and, practically, his too as his eyes darken, borderline in offense at your ex's words. His fingers twitch in your direction, as if itching to touch you, comfort you in a way he doesn't really know how.

You watch his jaw clench impossibly tight as his chest heaves out and in with the ferocity of such a deep breath. The gears are turning in his head, you can already tell from his angered expression, and the last thing you want is another masculine-induced conversation today, too tired and in too much pain to endure it again.

"It just caught me off guard," you say quietly, voice wavering as you try and de-escalate his brewing emotions. "That's all. It's fine."

His brows twitch to a furrow, offended.

"It's fine?" His tone is tight, almost scolding you. "He said that horrible shit to you, ruined your season, and all you have to say is it's fine?"

You fold under his gaze, frustrated by his anger as if he has any right. But frankly, you have no fight left in you today. Your hand is in indescribable pain and your heart hurts from how much you've been trying to protect it. It all hurts, every part of you physically and mentally. You're exhausted. Exhausted from the pain, from dealing with your ex constantly, from the humiliation you're enduring in this training room right now.

When tears brim your waterline, he falters, something flashing over his features to what looks like concern as you look away, sucking in a deep breath in an attempt to compose yourself in front of him.

Although, it proves difficult when you feel his hand curl gently around your shoulder. Yet you can't look at him. You can't, and instead focus your gaze on the wall in front of you while you feel the warmth of his palm press against your skin, feeling his thumb soothingly skim your bicep in a feeble attempt to comfort you.

"Sorry," he says eventually, softer then you've ever heard him. "That wasn't what you needed to hear."

You frown at his compassion, unaware that Rafe Cameron was capable of showing such emotion.

"We're playing his team tomorrow night," he adds when you're silent, still racking your brain on his hand comforting you. "I'll...play along. Get under his skin. Make him pay for what he did to you."

If you didn't have butterflies before, now you have a whole damn stampede as you peer up at him, teetering between shock and confusion at his determined gaze. You realize this is the closest you've ever been to him, the longest you've ever been touching, the softest yet most serious you've ever seen him. It throws you for a loop, and you blink stupidly for a few moments before really registering his words.

You hold up your bandaged hand. "He didn't do this. I did this. I let him get on my nerves."

"No," Rafe says immediately, so firmly, that you'd think it was law. "He doesn't get to say that shit to you and get away with it."

You furrow your brows slightly, and the notion of this is the longest you've gone without bickering with him comes to mind, yet you push it deep, deep, deep down and lock it in a chest somewhere in your mind.

"What do you mean play along?" You question curiously. You hate how you have the urge to grab his hand, unsure of where this sudden need for his affection is coming from.

He shrugs. "He thinks we're fucking, right?"

You nod slowly.

So he mimics your nod nonchalantly. "Cool."

The sudden ease in his tone throws you off, knowing that particular gleam in his eye means that he's up to nothing good. It's the look you see when he's about to toy with someone's psychological make-up, about to say the most brutal shit to throw someone off their game, to roast generations if it meant getting under someone's skin.

It makes you panic. Only slightly. The other half of you is intrigued, almost excited to see what he's thinking about doing.

"What?" You ask gently, an uncharacteristic sweetness to your tone that has his lips tugging into a lazy grin that makes your heart do a weird flip. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Rafe looks so pretty like this right now, unguarded and relaxed and sure of his next move. You're playing checkers. He's playing chess.

"Apparently, you're mine now. We'll make sure he knows."

The possessiveness makes you stupid, blinking up at him with a stammering heart and slightly widened eyes at his brazenness, especially when his tone is firm and cool and so fucking sure of himself that it makes you wonder what it's like to actually be his, to curl under his arm like you're actually meant to be there and tangle in his sheets as if it's your purpose.

You sound ridiculous, you know. (But you can't deny that you've thought about it at least once or twice. You'd be stupid not to.)

"Rafe," you drawl out, half in warning and half curious. "What are you going to do?"

He doesn't answer right away, taking a few moments to shamefully stare at you, stare at his hand on your shoulder that you haven't shoved off yet, staring at how you're subconsciously leaning slightly — only slightly — closer to him when you realize just how nice it is to be touched by him, to be under his compassion and care even if it is out of pity.

In that moment, Sarah decides to barge back in, hauling your bag over her shoulder and still talking animatedly on the phone with John B as she props the door open, beckoning you both to exit so you can finally go home.

Rafe helps you down from the high table, making sure not to brush your injured hand as his come to splay on your hips, damn near picking you up off the table and settling you onto the ground. You nearly stumble when trying to find your footing, not from the pain or the drowsiness from the drugs you got earlier, but from the feeling of his hands on your hips, digging into your flesh just for that split moment but long enough to crave more.

And then, he audaciously throws a lanky arm around your shoulder, guiding you towards the exit and tucking you into his side (like you've imagined once or twice or try a thousand times). Sarah doesn't bat an eye, especially when you feel his lips press on your hairline with such a feather-light touch that you almost miss it.

"Don't worry, baby," Rafe muses low over the sound of his sister's chattering as he escorts you down the long hallway. His voice ghosts the shell of your ear, goosebumps crawling up your arms at the close proximity and at the fact that you're not pulling away as usual. "I'll handle him."

You didn’t think Rafe was actually serious.

But now as you sit shoulder to shoulder with Sarah, chilly from the ice rink atmosphere and wearing his home jersey with ‘CAMERON’ plastered on the back, you begin to rethink your choices. Especially when you turn more heads than the population of a small country.

Girls whisper behind your back, nudging each other to nod in your direction, ducking their heads close to no doubt curse your bloodline and express their jealousy in the same breath. You even hear a gasp at one point, and roll your eyes at the dramatics of it all, at the drama that comes with a guy like him, who’s all smirks and sweet one liners that make knees weak. You didn’t think it would be that deep, not when he handed you his jersey before he took to the ice as if it was second nature.

Though when he did so, his eyes were brighter than usual, smirk a little deeper, step more peppier. And he didn’t leave until you put it on, watching the way it fell down your hips and displayed his team name, his name, bright and loud across the fabric. Rafe stared at you for too long, almost studying the way the jersey looked on you as if he could get used to the sight, and it wasn’t until a teammate of his had to physically grip his shoulder to drag him onto the ice where his eyes eventually left your body.

You’ve been shuddering at the image ever since.

For a little while, you forgot the reason you are wearing it in the first place, and are shockingly reminded when Jesse’s team takes the ice for warmups.

You see him clear as day, scanning for you in a way that he probably thinks is subtle, but is blatantly obvious and pathetic, probably to get a glimpse at your makeshift cast and his team jersey that you always wore to his games. But when his eyes do find you, the jersey you’re wearing — more importantly the name stitched boldly across your back — his skates come to a screeching halt.

Sarah nudges you eagerly. “It’s working.”

Your eyes aren’t on Jesse, though.

They’re on Rafe, who’s grinning at you from across the rink.

“Good,” is all you hum to her, eyes not leaving her brother.

The game starts, and Jesse’s already off his mojo from the tip off.

And Rafe is capitalizing on his mistakes, sliding in to steal the puck, digging his shoulder down and checking Jesse into the glass without flinching, braking intentionally abrupt to spray ice to make your ex wobble on his skates, blocking his slapshot so he can't score. The entire time Rafe makes his life miserable, you can see his mouth moving whenever they’re skating shoulder to shoulder or fighting for the puck, chewing on his mouthguard so godforsaken arrogant that you can tell he’s enjoying it.

The. Whole. Time.

It isn’t until the first period is nearly over when Rafe and your ex are in a tip off on the defensive side, to where he ducks his head nice and low and says something. From your vantage point, all you can see is Jesse’s jaw suddenly slacken, fuming in a way you’ve never seen from him before, and you can only imagine what Rafe is saying to him right now.

Next thing you know, Jesse is chucking his stick and dropping his gloves, lunging at Rafe mid-play regardless of the consequences for fighting.

And Rafe?

Sure, his gloves and stick are carelessly thrown, too, inviting the confrontation and itching for a reason to finally, finally, get his hands on your ex. But it’s the giant fucking grin on his face that gets you, showing off his pearly whites and taking the utmost pleasure in riling your ex up in a way Rafe Cameron knows how.

Jesse shoves Rafe, the gasps in the crowd mixing with the repeated whistles from the refs as they try (and fail) to separate the two, to stop the fight, to end the humiliation on your ex’s end.

Because — like in the game — Rafe is clearly winning.

The one thing about Rafe is that if he’s gonna get in a fight, he’s going to end one. Regardless if he starts it or not. The amount of concussions he’s given out is too high to count, along with the amount of minutes he’s accrued in the penalty box for roughing a bit too much. Although in all the times you’ve seen him fight, you’ve never seen him look this delighted to be involved.

Helmets are off, and Jesse manages to land a punch to Rafe’s jaw.

Sarah gasps next to you, almost clutching your broken hand out of sheer habit that makes you wince. It’s getting ugly, both guys bleeding (your ex more than your supposed-boyfriend), yet it isn’t until you see Rafe’s lips move, saying something low to your ex with a gaze so dark you swear it’s a different person, almost a possessed version of your best friend’s brother that you’ve never encountered.

Jesse falters at whatever was said, hesitating as if caught off guard.

And when he attempts to lunge again, Rafe’s fist is coming down hard and fast against your ex’s cheekbone.

Gasps echo around you when Jesse hits the ice, moving but barely, clearly tapped out of the fight he started as he spits out blood. The crimson bleeds onto the sheer white ice, staining it with the reminder that he lost, he humiliated himself, he’s not yours, not anymore.

Your ex seems to recognize this, ducking his head low and shameful when he skates off the ice and into the locker room where he’ll — no doubt — get concussion tested and sit out the rest of the game. He doesn’t look up to try and find your knowing gaze, because he already knows what expression you have on your face.

Pure fucking pride and joy.

Rafe, obviously, gets minutes in a penalty box, which is conveniently right next to where you and Sarah are sitting.

You watch him as he sits down, getting a mere clean up after brushing off the medical aide with a nonchalant shake of his head, using a rag given to him to wipe off the blood from the fight, but the splits and cuts on his knuckles are the reminder that he won, he won you. And that prick lost.

The game resumes without each team’s star players, carrying on as if nothing happened.

And Rafe could care less about the game, instead turning his body completely away from the ice to face you.

You wince at the state of his face: a bloodied cut on his lip that puffs out and swells, a bruise already forming on his cheekbone, and his nose just slightly more crooked than before. He looks fucking rough, and you can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt aching in your chest that he’s in pain because of you, he fought and bled for you, he got hurt because of you.

But Rafe hardly looks fazed, sending you a crooked smile and such an eased look that it makes your head spin.

“You know,” he says loudly to you through the glass, “you look pretty hot wearing my name.”

Before you can answer, Sarah groans next to you.

“Can you not do that while I’m right here?” She says, disgusted and barely concerned for her bleeding brother. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

Rafe completely ignores her, eyes not leaving you. “‘M serious. I could get used to it.”

Your lips twitch. “You could get used to fighting off guys for me?”

“Baby, I’ll fight off the whole damn cavalry if I get to call you mine.”

The words are saccharine, said with such ease laced with honey and a nonchalance drawl that it makes your heart lurch to your throat, especially when his pretty blue eyes hold yours as if you’re his lifeline, a small so amused yet genuine that it almost angers you. How could he have such a pretty smile on the back burner?

Although it’s Sarah who has the last word.

“Agh!” She gags animatedly, pounding on the glass as her feeble attempt to hit her brother. “You’re so gross, Rafe. Pay attention to the game.”

He ignores her. Again. Eyes solely on you.

“Find me after,” is all he says, before the ref is beckoning him back onto the ice, his penalty time finally being over.

You’ve never been more antsy in your life.

You attempt to pay attention to the game, to how Rafe’s team absolutely dominates without even trying. He scores twice, looking for you after each one and sending you the most audacious wink he could muster to fluster you even further. Your heart races each time his blue eyes find yours, and you cannot help but indulge your delusions and pretend like you’re his for the night, cheering extra loud for him and tugging on your — his — jersey whenever he takes the advantage. It’s exhilarating, knowing that your time as his is limited yet you can do as you please with everyone around you already assuming you’re with him.

You might as well act the part, that’s all.

And when you do find him after, you’ve never been more on edge.

But it’s exciting. Terrifying. Awesome. Because now you’ve (sorta?) charted into unknown territory with him. Is he simply flirting? Having some fun? There’s no way he’s actually serious about wanting you, right? You wouldn’t mind a bit of fun, anyway, something simple with no strings attached to get your mind off a plethora of things plaguing your day to day life.

You’re leaning casually on the wall outside the locker room, Sarah pacing a few feet away grumbling to John B over the phone about how her brother is an idiot, to check their apartment to see if they have ice packs and bandages and the minuscule medical supplies that could be needed to tend to her brother’s injuries. Though you’re composed, delicately smoothing over the fabric of your wrist splint as a reminder of why the night took its course in the way it did.

There’s a small swell of pride in your chest. He did it for you. Got hurt for you. Put your ex in his deserved place for you. You’ve never had anyone do anything like this for you before. Of course, you don’t want anyone in pain because of you, but the fact that he did it on his own, without your prompting, makes it seem like he knows how to read your mind.

“Hey, pretty.”

You look up, and he’s way closer than you anticipated. So close that you can see the details of his blue eyes, leaning casually on the wall next to you and peering at you as if he has all the time in the world to do so.

Though his face has seen better days. “You look like shit.”

He doesn’t tease or get offended. Just grins lazily. Proudly. As if he’s wearing his wounds like armor.

“That’s hardly a nice way to talk to your boyfriend,” Rafe muses casually, low and baritone that it reverberates through your skin.

Your heart skips. “Temporary boyfriend,” you correct firmly.

Rafe hums, unconvinced. “Doesn’t need to be.”

Your facade cracks slightly — only slightly — but he’s quick to tell, his grin deepening at your flicker of surprise.

But you brush it off, and instead quirk a brow.

“I’ll have you know that—“

“Cameron!”

The shrill of Jesse’s voice stings through the hallway, abruptly interrupting whatever bullshit you were about to muster up. Although you don’t turn to find your ex, don’t leave his gaze to look at something worse, instead keeping your eyes on Rafe, who hasn’t stopped staring at you since the moment he came out of the locker room and saw you waiting idly, perfectly composed and obedient clad in his jersey.

Now, with the little act continuing, you nearly roll your eyes when one of Rafe’s hands, calloused and bruised with split knuckles, slithers under your (his) shirt to rest audaciously on your hip, your bare hip, the skin to skin contact making you stiffen slightly as he only pulls you tighter, almost sensing your need to be at his side.

"Sorry, baby." Rafe says low to you, completely disregarding your ex stomping over. "You were saying?"

Seeing Jesse get closer in your peripheral only makes you eat your words, knowing you won't get far in speech without getting interrupted again (and also considering the fact you're temporarily breathless from how close you are to him, so attempting to speak would probably only humiliate you).

You barely get to open your mouth, barely have the ability to say a word or much less utter a noise before you can sense your ex before you fully see him. Especially since Rafe's smirk only deepens the closer your ex - and the confrontation - approaches, so you know that it's coming, there are no refs to separate them now.

Jesse's suddenly a foot away when he says your name, almost scolding you for your precarious predicament.

Yet you don't cower like you used to when he'd use that tone. You don't feel your bones seize up in terror, in fear of doing something wrong. You don't let your heart drop to your feet with anticipation of a long night of fighting ahead. You don't give in to whatever pity he's going to throw at you this time. You just...don't.

Instead, you simply spare him a glance, unimpressed.

"How's your head, slick?" Rafe instigates cockily, going that much further by letting his hands wander on your hips, under the jersey, in a way that definitely gets your ex to notice.

Not that you really mind, anyway.

Jesse looks worse than Rafe, with tenfold bruises and painful looking blotches coating his cheekbones that swells so much that it's uncomfortable to look at. His right eye is puffy and bloodshot as his bruised fist clenches and unclenches by his sight at the sight of you: the girl he lost indefinitely, cozied up under the arm of the guy he absolutely despises.

He can barely even look at Rafe, and whenever he does he gets visibly angrier. It's obvious, because you can definitely tell, which means that Rafe can tell as well. To be that much more of a prick, you hum when you feel Rafe's lips press against your hairline, another act of defiance that only shoves the fact that your ex lost right in his face. Well deserved, might you add, even though a bit redundant, but you're not necessarily complaining at the feeling of your supposed-boyfriend's lips and his hands wandering regions unknown on your body.

Jesse stares at you, ignoring your other half. "Can we talk?"

Your answer is immediate. "No."

"Please?"

You open your mouth to retort and viscerally berate him into next week, but the calloused fingers on your hips turn to iron grip.

"She said no," Rafe says simply, almost in warning that if your ex even tries it again, he'll only make the pre-existing bruises worse.

Jesse narrows his eyes and scoffs meanly, a sound you've been so used to hearing. "Wasn't talking to you, Cameron-"

You almost laugh. Almost. Especially when Rafe hums as if he's never heard anything more offensive in his life. His lips twitch with a smile, but it's not one of happiness or joy, it's mean and cold as can be, as if he's putting on a polite facade to mask what he really wants to do, and you figure that's making his injuries tenfold.

"You are now," he interrupts low, yet the lack of volume doesn't beat the sharpness of his tone, as if the matter is over. "You're done talking to her."

"But she—"

"No," Rafe warns, almost in finality. "You're done."

Jesse seizes up, because the tone is nothing nice and way out of your ex's pay grade. It's not worth instigating, especially when both guys know what will happen if Jesse chooses to escalate further and keeps trying to talk to you, to plead with you, to practically sweet talk his way back into your life for the upteenth time.

And Rafe? You'd almost say he's enjoying this. Enjoying holding onto you, staking a claim in you solely from the way he's gripping onto your hips as if he has every right to do so, shamelessly letting his hands touch you in places you'd never let someone who you're casual with. You can't say that you're not enjoying this either, completely enamored by his scent, words, touch.

Plus, it's kinda nice to have this make-shift guard dog, to get your ex to back off without you having to lift another finger.

"You don't talk to her," Rafe adds at your ex's stunned silence. "You don't message her. You won't even fucking think about her." His words are ice, and so are his steel blue eyes as they stare at the horrific swelling of Jesse's cheek. "Go ahead and try me."

Clearly, your ex is not trying to fuck around and find out, especially when he's been at the receiving end of Rafe's fist multiple times with the outcome always being the same: bruised and bloodied and so unwell that it hurts to even think about it.

You let out a breath when Jesse finally walks away.

Yet Rafe doesn't pull back or take his hands from your body, instead keeping them there as if to soak in the moment for a little while longer.

"Of course he tucks tail when you say something," you mutter under your breath, too scared to face him right now so you settle on your ex's figure gradually getting further away. "I threatened him once with a knife and he still didn't back down."

You hear Rafe snort.

"A knife?"

"A butter knife. But. Semantics."

It isn't until one of his hands is leaving your hip, and you barely register it until calloused fingers are gently gripping your chin and forcing you to face him, and the first thing you see are his piercing blue eyes boring into yours. They glint with amusement, and it’s no secret that he’s thoroughly enjoying this (the uptick on his lips and his hands still audaciously on you can attest to that) but he’s gazing at you with something other than amusement as well, and you can’t pinpoint the emotion. Endearment? Admiration?

Something synonymous to that, because this is the softest he’s ever looked (as soft as one can look with a busted face).

A look reserved just for you.

“It’s even worse up close,” you manage to jab, but it comes out disgustingly gentle.

What’s even worse is that your non injured hand comes to cradle his jaw, something you didn’t realize you were doing until your fingers skim the bruise on his cheekbone. You don’t notice until Rafe is literally beaming with delight because you’re here, you’re touching him in a way he never thought possible, you’re making his heart pound without even knowing it.

“Maybe,” he says coolly, “but I think you like it.”

You suck in a breath. “That’s a crazy accusation.”

Your facade is falling. You know it. He knows it. It only makes him lean into your touch, wincing just a fraction when your palm gently presses on his jaw. But he doesn’t care, especially when you can practically smell the shampoo he used in the locker room showers because this proximity is (somehow?) getting closer and closer.

Rafe takes the opportunity and runs with it. “Not an accusation. A fact,” he corrects as if it’s law.

Your faces are inches apart. “With what proof?”

His grin is wide, lazy, and irrevocably puffing with pride.

“You’re holding your breath.”

Fuck. You are.

You exhale deeply, and it momentarily makes you lightheaded just how long you were holding it, lying through your teeth in a way you thought was subtle. But no, Rafe’s too cocky for his own good, too observant of people in a way that scares you, because it means he’s paying more attention than you thought.

How does he even know your tells? Why is he able to read you so well? How long has he been paying attention — in all this time that you’ve known him as solely your best friend’s brother — to you?

Your ice cold palm melts under his warm cheek. His calloused fingers splay against your waist as if they’re meant to stay there. The grip on your chin doesn’t loosen so you can’t dart your gaze away or shyly turn your head.

You can only look at him.

“Breathe,” he muses low, tone teetering between mocking and genuine concern.

“I am,” you defend weakly, only coming out as a mere whisper. “Your cologne is suffocating.”

His lips twitch when he says your name. “Why keep pretending?”

If your heart wasn’t racing before, it’s now on a rocket flying into uncharted regions in space. You’re only now hyper aware of his thumb rubbing circles on your waist, and how his other hand has come to rest in the crook of your neck, thumb barely brushing over your bottom lip. Your name on his tongue shamefully sends a shiver down your spine, and you hate how you’re immediately folding to his saccharine tone.

“Pretending?”

Rafe hums low in affirmation. “Pretending you don’t want this. Don’t want me.”

Your mind is mush. “That’s presumptuous.”

You really shouldn’t keep pushing and keep prolonging the truth, because you know how this is going to end up. You know you're eventually going to secede and humiliatingly confess something you're not ready to admit (not outright, anyway). Especially when his head dips down before you can even blink, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent as if it's his favorite candle.

“Presumptuous?” He murmurs against your skin, his tone almost in disbelief that you were able to say such a word given your flustered state.

You’re a bit surprised as well, yet you’re unable to find words as you subconsciously grip onto his shirt almost as a way to ground yourself. But the gesture genuinely proves fruitless as you're still flipping channels in your head as to the overwhelming sensation of Rafe, Rafe, Rafe, stiffening in his embrace yet also leaning into him before your mind can tell your body no.

When he starts pressing deep, chaste kisses on you, your breath catches. “Bold.”

“Mhm.” The hum vibrates against your skin. “Still a fact.”

You say it before you can take it back. “Maybe.”

Rafe pulls back instantly to study your expression. His brows are slightly raised in surprise, maybe not expecting you to give in so quickly, bottom lip a little more swollen from before not only from his cut but from kissing and sucking your skin as if it was his only lifeline left on earth.

“Yeah?” He clarifies breathlessly.

Embarrassingly, you nod. “Potentially.”

His lips twitch in amusement, clearly over the moon that your dignity is dissipating away like dust, that you’ve inadvertently admitted your feelings from him and reciprocated his (feelings you didn’t know he even had).

Cocking his head to the side, he studies you for a moment almost in admiration, as if he could get used to looking at you this shamelessly. Touching you this brazenly. Being yours so achingly boldly. It’s terrifying. Exhilarating. Intoxicating.

Then, he surprises you. “Hungry?”

You frown in a moment of confusion, then shrug when you actually think about it. “Starving.”

His eyes daringly stare at your lips for one, two beats before flicking back to your eyes, grinning with such eased nonchalance as if he didn’t just flip your world upside down with his bold gesture. The hand that’s been pressed to the bare skin of your waist leaves its place, instead slinging over your shoulders to pull you taut to his side (careful of your wrist) and steering you in the direction of the exit.

With the sight of you under his wing, Sarah — who’s been on the phone unknowing of this entire debacle — raises her brows and slowly lowers the phone from her ear to solely focus on you and her brother who are certainly more cozy than normal.

“Finally.” She deadpans to her brother, completely ignoring the person (probably John B) on the other line. “Apparently getting beat up makes you smarter.”

Rafe ignores the jab. “We’re leaving. You comin’ with?”

She makes a sour face as she darts her gaze between you and him. “And third wheel while you fondle her the whole time? Pass.”

You open your mouth to protest (and defend whatever is left of your dignity because it is absolutely dwindling by the very second) but he beats you too it, apparently used to the quick quips that the siblings often have for each other.

"Hoped you'd say that," he responds simply.

He sounds almost relieved that he has you all to himself without his sister to act as the buffer between you. Yet before you can investigate the inner workings of his demeanor, Rafe gently pats your arm once, twice, as if to beckon your attention to him, solely him. You peer at him, blinking stupidly at the entire sibling-exchange so you know you're definitely wearing the same dumbfounded expression, mind still reeling from the fact that you basically just confessed your feelings for him.

But Rafe doesn't jab. Or tease. Or even throw you a signature smirk.

Instead, he leans forward and fucking kisses your hairline.

He pulls back before you can even register the gesture, blue eyes swimming with a softness that makes your knees weak and thumb rubbing absentminded circles on your arm, the arm that's adorned in his jersey, his number, his name. The thought of being completely encapsulated by him regretfully makes your mind mush, and all you can think about is him, him, him. His touch. His eyes. His voice that is so honey that it makes your stomach grumble.

"Ready?" Rafe's tone is saccharine. "I'm drivin'."

The words are spoken as if laced with honey, but you blink once, twice at him before registering what he actually said. You're suddenly jolted out of your little daydream, scoffing in his beautiful face at the offer.

"Absolutely not." You pride yourself on finding your own footing again (barely). "You're the walking definition of CTE, you are not getting behind the wheel anytime soon."

His grin is lazy and lopsided due to his split lip, but it doesn't seem to slow him down in the slightest. "Whatever you say, baby."

Sarah gags.

"Blah!" She throws her hands up in surrender, squeezing her eyes shut. "Ew, ew, ew. I'm leaving. Goodbye."

You watch as she practically spins on her heel, dramatically striding towards the exit and putting the phone back up to her ear. She talks animatedly with the person on the other line, most likely her boyfriend, probably complaining that her brother stole her best friend right in front of her eyes.

Once she's out of sight, Rafe's wasting no time moving his arm that's around your shoulders to, once again, seek refuge on your waist (under his jersey, might you add).

Yet as nice as the feeling is, it makes you frown because you want to feel him, too.

So instead, you paw at his arm with your good hand, ignoring his look of surprise when you trace your hand down the smooth skin of his arm, to the inside of his wrist, and into his palm to gingerly intertwine your fingers, careful to not hurt his already split knuckles as you gently coax him forward to walk with you, hand in hand and side by side.

You can tell in your peripheral that he's fucking beaming.

"So," you quip, ignoring his glee expression. "How about Thai?"

"Anything you want, baby." His tone gives it away that he's grinning as much as his injuries will allow him to. "As long as I'm paying."

You're trying really hard not to overanalyze the fact that you're about to go on a date. With Rafe Cameron. The Prince of all Pricks. Not to mention you're holding hands like middle schoolers, enduring whispers and looks from the people around you.

Although you can't find it in yourself to care. Not when he's this warm. Not when his voice is alluring as a siren. Not when your stomach is pooling with pride that he chose you. He wants you. He needs you.

"Figured you wouldn't let me," you muse. "Besides, I don't even have my wallet. Sarah does."

Despite his bruised knuckles, he manages to give your hand one, two, three gentle squeezes, a wordless promise that he's yours, whether you like it or not. Not that you necessarily mind, because (not that you'll ever admit it to him) but it's really nice to be held by him, even though this is where your dignity dies.

"Good," he says simply. "Pretty girls don't pay."

You figure that's going to be his excuse from now on. (Not that you're complaining.)

© salem-s please do not copy or replicate work unless given permission. mdni.

notes hope you guys enjoyed! lowkey debating on a part 2 for them....anyway

[bennetsbonnet]

I came across this screenshot of a YouTube comment about Pride and Prejudice on Pinterest ↓

Ordinarily, I don't go out of my way to pour scorn on other people's interpretations, and certainly not without good reason. But this one really, really irked me.

I don't know what's more depressing; that someone interpreted Mr Darcy and Elizabeth's dynamic in this way, or that 12,000 people apparently agreed...

...because there are two major problems with this interpretation:

Firstly, Darcy is an asshole.

Secondly, he's very much not a stupid man.

This isn't just my opinion. This is canon.

Elizabeth doesn't think Mr Darcy is a terrible person because she happened to feel like it one day. Darcy gave her every reason to think he had absolutely no redeeming features. I mean, their very first interaction, before (contrary to what adaptations portray) they had even said a single word to each other, was when he insulted her.

Not only that, Darcy knew what he was doing, as this excerpt from chapter 3 proves:

'Turning round [Darcy] looked for a moment at Elizabeth, till catching her eye, he withdrew his own and coldly said: “She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me; I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me.'

Darcy wanted Elizabeth to hear him. There is no mistaking that. Yes, Elizabeth should have listened to the repeated warnings she received from others that Wickham was not all he seemed and that, perhaps, Darcy wasn't so bad... but you can completely understand why she was prejudiced against him. I wouldn't forgive someone saying something like that about me in a hurry.

There are other examples of Darcy's rudeness to Elizabeth. His tone of voice is described as 'grave' and 'cold' when they dance at the Netherfield ball in chapter 18; when he visits Hunsford Parsonage in chapter 32, he ends their exchange in a rude manner '[Darcy] experienced some change of feeling; he drew back his chair, took a newspaper from the table, and glancing over it, said, in a colder voice: “Are you pleased with Kent?”' and there are too many examples in the proposal in chapter 34, but for me the worst is, 'towards him I have been kinder than towards myself.'

If a man implied that separating my beloved sister from the man who loved her, was kinder to them both than the agony of him proposing to me... well, I don't think he would've walked away from that exchange. Elizabeth Bennet you are a better person than me.

Regarding the other point: Darcy's intelligence is never questioned. In fact, the narrator devotes time to ensuring we understand that in chapter 4:

'In understanding, Darcy was the superior. Bingley was by no means deficient, but Darcy was clever. He was at the same time haughty, reserved, and fastidious, and his manners, though well-bred, were not inviting.'

Again, this man knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn't sorry about any of it, and he certainly was not 'internally crying.' Mr Darcy was a conceited, spoiled rich man who needed to be made aware of his flaws and reflect on them in order to become a better person; or at least, improve enough that he ceased to give the impression that he was not, at his core, a compassionate man with many great qualities.

At the same time, Elizabeth was not a poor, innocent angel who was slighted by a man and who subsequently never did anything wrong. She didn't deserve to be on the receiving end of Darcy's unpleasantness, no; but she, too, was absolutely blind to her own flaws... until she read Darcy's letter.

I just think that if you don't grasp this fundamental aspect of their respective personalities and subsequent interactions, then how can the payoff possibly be satisfying?

Pride and Prejudice is, amongst many other things, a story about two flawed people whose love for the other shapes them into the best possible versions of themselves. It's really beautiful and it's a shame to think such a key part of it is being misinterpreted.

[yup-no-way]

Astro Observations pt. 3

Hi there! So here comes another astro observations post. But before I have to rant. Man…uni is kicking me in the butt (average engineering student). Like wdym I have a month till my finals and I have a research paper, 3 projects, 2 lab reports, 2 Tests and one lab exam due. And I have to start studying for my finals as well. ߹ ᯅ ߹

These observations are based on my personal experiences so don’t take it as full facts. These placements can also be influenced by other things in someone’s chart like degrees, houses and aspects. Also if u have any suggestions for what content you’d like to see feel free to let me know. English is not my first language lads so don’t drag me for grammatical errors. xoxo

Venus trine Ascended aspect: how does it feel to be life’s favourite . Like these people just have it like that. They are genuinely beautiful people and while that can manifest as conventional attractive, from my personal experience, their beauty is very unique , depending on other aspects in their chart. But whatever style of beauty they have, they embody it fully and they turn eyes wherever they go. Also these are the type of people who’s beauty is influenced by how they feel about themselves so if you practice self love and acceptance then that’s when you radiate the most.

Pluto 10h: huuuuge issues with authority figures. Mostly these people fall into 2 categories. First one, they always feel suppressed but push back therefore getting into arguments with those authority figures. Second one, they feel suppressed but don’t say anything, they prefer to lay low and not confront those issues. Overall for each case it’s a heavy placement and causes heavy friction in your life. These people also almost 100% have (or had) a lot of arguments with their parents. BUT, if you channel this energy by learning how to play the cards you’ve been dealt and manipulate situations without coming so upfront then this placement is so powerful, especially in regards to career. CEO energy. These people rlly would much rather work for themselves. I could go on hours talking ab Pluto, but I’ll leave it for another post because this planet is so interesting and people need to learn how to harness its energy better.

Lilith Gemini: worst nightmare for these people? Being perceived as dumb. They will rather be called ugly, weird etc. than being called stupid. And the best part? They aren’t stupid at all. Their most cunning aspect? Their intelligence. For some, they might’ve actually been perceived as slow when younger but worked hard just to not be associated with that imagine anymore.

4th house in Gemini: for a lot of these people, their home never felt that welcoming when young. This placement indicated a home/environment where growing intellectually/academically was very important (more important than their emotional state). Geminis 4th house experienced a lot of shame regarding their grades in their home/school or faced immense pressure to be “the first in class”. Also, this placement can be harder to navigate because due to the lack of support they might’ve felt in their environment. I wanna give you guys a big hug, seriously. You are more than your academics. Lots of love to yous xoxo

Venus trine Pluto: these people are magnetic. They are also mostly perceived way differently than they are (kinda sad tbh). So many people with this placement are hard to approach, even if they are genuinely nice people, at least once in their life, someone told them they look intimidating. This placement might not get hit on as much because of it. People tend to have fantasies regarding this collective, specifically in the house of your Pluto. For example if you have a Pluto in the 2nd house, they might fantasise about you taking them out for a shopping spree or them taking you out and spoiling you. If you have Pluto 10th house, then maybe they are very attracted to your work persona and might fantasise about some forbidden work love. You get the point. This placement is very intense but it can attract unhealthy relationships. You need to learn your toxic pattern and make sure you do not repeat it.

I hope you guys enjoyed this as well! I will be diversifying my content soon, I just had some more placements I wanted to talk about before I start smth new. Also I don’t have that many observations today since I have been focused on writing another Astro blog that is coming soon (I am so exited). Before my next astro observations post I’ll need to gather more info (aka psychoanalyse all my friends and the people around me)

Till next time xoxo

[elbiotipo]

Some notes on worldbuilding with carnivorous cultures:

Animals feed more people than you think. You don't kill a cow for just one steak, this is a modern misconception since we're removed from the actual animals we eat our meat from; a single cow has several kilos of meat. In fact, slaughtering a single cow often means a feast time for possibly dozens of people. Every part of an animal can be used, and you can see this in cultures that live by ranching and transhumance.

Here, you should look at the Mongols and the people of the Eurasian Steppe, the people of the North American Plains, the people of the Pampas (fun fact; Buenos Aires was called the "carnivore city"), European and Asian cultures that practice transhumance, and those of the Arctic circle.

There are many ways to cook meat, but arguably, the most nutritious way to consume meat is in stew, as it allows you to consume all the fats of the animal and add other ingredients. In fact, mutton soup and stew historically was one of the basic meals for the for people in the Eurasian Steppe, who are one of the people with the highest meat consumption in the world.

Of course, meat spoils away easily. Fortunately, from jerky to cured meats, there are ways to prevent this. In pre-industrial and proto-industrial societies, salted meat was the main way of consumption and exporting meat. This makes salt even a more prized good.

Often, certain parts of animals like eyes, the liver, the testicles, the entrails, are considered not only cultural delicacies but as essential for vitamins and nutrients unavailable in environments such as the poles. The Inuit diet is a very strong example.

Pastures and agriculture have often competing dynamics. The lands that are ideal for mass pasture, that is, temperature wet grasslands, are also often ideal for agriculture. So pastoralism has often been in the margins of agrarian societies. This dynamic could be seen in the Americas. After the introduction of cattle and horses, the Pampas hosted semi-nomadic herdsmen, natives and criollo gauchos. The introduction of wire eventually reduced this open territory, converting it into intense agriculture, and traditional ranching was displaced to more "marginal" land less suitable for agriculture. Similar processes have happened all over the world.

This also brings an interesting question to explore. Agriculture is able to feed more people by density. What about species that DON'T do agriculture, because they're completely carnivorous? The use of what human civilization considers prime agricultural land will be different. They will be able to support much higher population densities than pastoralism.

Pastoral human populations have developed lactase persistance to be able to feed on dairy products even in adulthood. This mutation has happened all over the world, presumably with different origins. In any mammalian species that domesticates other mammals such a thing would be very common if not ubiqutous, as it massively expands the diet. Milk provides hydration, and cheese, yogurth and other such products allows long lasting food sources.

What about hunting? Early humans were apex predators and we are still ones today. However, humans can eat plants, which somewhat reduces the hunting pressure on fauna (though not the pressure of agrarian expansion which can be even worse). An exclusively carnivorous species (for example some kind of cat people) would have to develop very rigid and very complex cultural behavior of managing hunting, or else they would go extinct from hunger before even managing domestication. These cultural views towards hunting have also arosen in people all over the world, so you can get a sense of them by researching it.

It is possible for pastoral nomadic people, without any agriculture, to have cities? Of course. All nomadic peoples had amazing cultures and in Eurasia, they famously built empires. But they traded and entered conflicts with agrarian societies, too. They weren't isolated. Most of nomadic societies were defined by trade with settled ones.

The origin of human civilization and agriculture is still debated. It would be probably completely different for a non-human carnivorous society. One possible spark would be ritual meeting points (such as the historical Gobleki Tepe) or trade markets growing into permanent cities. But in general, pastoralism, hunting and ranching favors low-density populations that would be quite different.

Fishing, on the other hand, is a reliable source of protein and promotes settled cities. One can imagine acquaculture would be developed very early by a civilization hungry for protein.

Other possibilities of course are the raising of insects and mushrooms, both very uncommonly explored in fiction besides passing mentions.

Of course, most carnivorous species have some limited consumption of plant matter and many herbivores are oportunistic predators. The main thing to ask here is what the daily meal is here. For most human agrarian cultures, it's actually grain (this is where the word meal comes from). What about species that cannot live with a grain-based diet? You will find that many things people take for granted in agrarian society would be completely different.

As I always say: the most important question you can ask is "where does the food comes from?"

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ʚɞ.ᐟ In Signs & Degrees

-` If you have a 0°, just ignore it, it doesn't mean anything in the degree theory. Moreover, it can just add more intensity to the Sign and House placement. ´-

-`♡´- Aries, 1°, 13°, 25° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who is very a leader in the marriage, you can marry someone who will lead your couple, who will lead the house but also who will be firm about what they want. People who had Aries placements on their asteroids often married someone who def was the "master of the house". And often it was women who married leader men. Your Spouse is the kind of Spouse to handle everything, they can often do it in a good way, meaning they can take care of the house, the bills, anything needed to be fixed in the house for example. But sometimes it can also be about they handle how things go, and it can turn into a dynamic where the spouse will really decide about anything without consulting you much. So be careful, and it also depends on the rest of the placement. Otherwise, it can be a Spouse that likes PDA and that enjoys physical touch as a love language.

-`♡´- Taurus, 2°, 14°, 26° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be the very chill and calm partner. They can often appear and make you feel as very calm, and you can have a sensation that they can really calm you whenever you are stressed. Your Spouse can perhaps gain a bit of weight after marriage, perhaps you'll love eating together, you'll be a foodie couple. Your Spouse can also want to often buy you many things as gifts, they can love to spoil you. They can be very romantic also with you, keeping the romance in perhaps basic acts but it's the small acts that count the most. Your Future Spouse can also think that bringing money in the home is on of their responsibility. They may also wanna take care of the money and handle the bills. But def, your Spouse will be someone who will make you feel less anxious, they will def want you to be relaxed with them, yourself, it's a very calm and soft placement to have. People who have this placement over their asteroids were less anxious after marrying their Spouse.

-`♡´- Gemini, 3°, 15°, 27° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage could want to keep their thirst for knowledge high. And actually, this can be a placement that indicates your Spouse desire to become more cultivated and smart after marriage. FS could want to learn more skills or more about their knowledge, hobbies, etc. Your Spouse could also read more after marriage, or they could also decide to learn a new language, etc. Your Spouse will be a curious and smart lad, they can also be more extroverted in marriage, and you can also feel like you get along so well with them, meaning you can share a close and deep bond with Spouse after marriage, not only based on romance, but also on your friendship. You could feel like you and your Spouse get along well, talk about many things, there could be debates, but you could also have the feeling you and your Spouse can understand each other more after Marriage. The kind of Marriage where you feel like you can telepathically understand each other. The kind of Marriage where you often go on dates and discover new things or go out often together. Often seeing friends or inviting friends over.

-`♡´- Cancer, 4°, 16°, 28° -`♡´-

Lol so, this one is quite particular, because I often saw that men had this placement when their spouse were the one handling the house and being the leader in the relationship. This was the placement that repeated often in this case, literally always. People who have a Cancer placement here will have Spouse that are very stronger leader when it comes to the home and family. The Spouse can often be quite the one handling everything, and telling everyone what to do when it comes to the house. You'll def have a Spouse who your children will listen to clearly, and if they ask you to do something in the house, you'll def do it. Your Spouse can be someone who is a strong parental figure, so perhaps your Spouse will want children, but it can also mean your Spouse will be emotional too. Your Spouse can be sensitive, emotional, and they can bring your emotional side of yours. Your Spouse can be moody sometimes and their moods are highly depending on their moods. You'll have a strong soft spot for your Spouse.

-`♡´- Leo, 5°, 17°, 29° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be very proud of marrying you. You could marry someone who will be very lovey covey with you, and who will also be quite generous. Perhaps a Spouse that will be very loving with you, someone you'll also adore and admire. You could also have a Spouse that can be more popular than you or somehow a Spouse that is well known. This can also be marrying someone who has money. But you can also have more popularity thanks to your Spouse. Your Spouse could make everything fun with you after marriage, you could feel like you have the most interesting life after marriage thanks to them. You could also think your FS is quite clingy with you, and adores you. Your Spouse can also be a leader of some sort, but you'll def have a feeling they have a soft spot for you. But Spouse can also have a sort of ego.

-`♡´- Virgo, 6°, 18° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be more perfectionist, they can be more detailed oriented, they could also "notice" things more. They can also prefer to stick with a routine more after marrying you perhaps too. They can also want to focus more on their job, being more productive, they could want to work harder in their job. Perhaps they could in fact care more about what they do as a job because they could desire to be more established in society or gain more money. But this could also be a sign of a Spouse that wishes to improve and be a better version of themselves after marriage. This can be about physical health or mental health. Your Spouse could so desire to seek for a therapist or also hit the gym more.

-`♡´- Libra, 7°, 19° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be pretty nice, kind, and you can feel like they are the sweetest with you. They will be a spouse that value romance in your marriage, so often taking you on dates, expecting dates, a Spouse that will gift you romantic gifts, or spending sweet moments together. Whatever your Spouse will give to you, they will expect the same in return. Spouse will also be a very fair partner in your marriage. They will also value communication rather than screaming at each other, there is a desire to respect each other with this placement. Your Spouse will also value looking good and presentable in the marriage, they will often want to take care of themselves because they think they need to keep the romance high in the marriage.

-`♡´- Scorpio, 8°, 20° -`♡´-

This can be a very passionate and intense Spouse, they can be quite intense indeed with how they feel, but also the kind to show you their love in a passionate way. So be ready. Your Spouse can be very physical indeed but they can just also feel very intensely about their feelings, so they will be very honest and they will value your relationship. You'll have a Spouse which is very serious and the commitment you made. You can also have a Spouse that is very emotional and feels things intensely, very sensitive as well, but they are the type to hide it well. They can handle stress or pain if it means making you feel better. A very self-less Spouse. But this means your Spouse can be very secretive as well, they can keep secret from you and they can also accept your keep secrets from you. They do trust you and still expect the same with you.

-`♡´- Sagittarius, 9°, 21° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who is very chill and relaxed, they can also be quite curious, spontaneous. You could often find them suddenly wanted to eat something or suddenly wanting to go somewhere, you'll always feel surprised with them. You could have a Spouse that will be indeed quite curious about things, a desire for knowledge but more about discovery. Your Spouse can feel bored if they didn't discover something in a long time, so they kinda need to always find something new. They can really be random. But your Spouse can also be quite smart, they can also be philosophical, or like to question their current beliefs, they aren't scared to change their opinion and they are quite open minded. Your Spouse can also love to travel, perhaps you can travel with your them or they can travel for work. Your Spouse love to feel free and may also love to just sometimes be on their own. Your Spouse can also be either religious or spiritual, they can also love to talk to you about anything that interest them.

ʚɞ.ᐟ Funny thing but I have noticed that people with Sagittarius degrees over their Groom or Briede placement in their Hehe PC often marry a Spouse that come from a different place than them in the world, often a foreigner, or they themselves have been born or lived in another country than them.

-`♡´- Capricorn, 10°, 22° -`♡´-

This can often make your Spouse after marriage to be someone who will be a leader in your marriage. This can make your Spouse have a very strong and powerful energy in your dynamic, the one to even perhaps be a little cold or detached. They can seem harsh or just very task focused, but they care in their own way. They can be very serious about your commitment and loyal, but there can be time when you feel like your Spouse is too serious. It can sometimes gives off a Spouse that scare you a bit. Or others may think they are very cold. But you can also have Spouse who is just the one to take the lead at home and in your marriage. Spouse can also be the kind of work hard, be materialistic, care about the money in the couple, and they may want to own beautiful things with you. You can def rely on your Spouse with this placement.

-`♡´- Aquarius, 11°, 23° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage could be quite unique, they could become more themselves after marriage, perhaps more embracing their differences and quirky side. This can be a Spouse that can become more spontaneous after marriage, you could also see being less scared to be seen and unique or "weird". Your Spouse could also embrace more about their human side, they could also be more extrovert, make more friends, meet more people after marriage. They could also use more social medias or some technologies, or be more into tech as well. They could have a desire to expand their knowledge, be more curious and they could so want to also embrace some dreams they never achieved before.

-`♡´- Pisces, 12°, 24° -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage could be very soft with you? This can be a very nice and kind person, they could also be more generous and self less after marriage. You could also have a Spouse that is very romantic in your marriage, always wanting to focus on you, spend time with you. After marriage, your Spouse could also become someone who is more private, they could see people less or talk less about their personal life. They could also become way more romantic than before, they could realize love is something deeper than they have known and felt before. Your Spouse could also become more spiritual or religious after marrying you. Perhaps you could also have a Spouse that can change their religion for you, or just also change their beliefs for you.

ʚɞ.ᐟ In Houses

-`♡´- In the 1H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who will perhaps have their appearance change. This can go in two different positions. First this can mean your Spouse will change their style or their physical appearance, but also exercise more, perhaps realize they want to be in a better shape, etc. Or this can lead to overindulgence. Your Spouse can also change a lot as a person after marriage. They could indeed take care of their appearance after marriage but they can also perhaps change in their way to behave.

-`♡´- In the 2H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who will be money driven, this can mean they will work hard for the money, or they will just want to save money. This can manifest in a good way, indeed as someone mindful of their money and perhaps also a Spouse who wants to take care of the money in the marriage. But also in a materialistic Spouse. Your Spouse indeed can be greedy, care too much of the material possessions you can have. Some people who had this placement had Spouse who cared a lot to what they possessed and how it looks to others. Their Spouses often wanted a beautiful house, beautiful care, expensive things, etc. Your Spouse can also be someone who can be used to money or just desire money. Your Spouse can also be someone who enjoys power and possessing, so they could be quite possessive over you, and jealousy could also occur sometimes.

-`♡´- In the 3H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who will be extroverted, or perhaps more extroverted. They can be someone who will love to chat with you daily, someone with whom you'll have great conversation, they could also have a desire to learn new things on a daily basis. Someone who can love to learn many languages as well. They can also be the kind of Spouse to be close to their relatives, or the kind to get along with the neighbors. They could be quite funny and smart, and witty as well. But this could also mean a Spouse that can remember things easily. So whenever you'll discuss with them, you'll feel like you are always learning something new.

-`♡´- In the 4H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who loves to stay at home, perhaps someone who loves to chill and just enjoy to be in a calm and quiet place to relax. This can be a Spouse also who can really have a strong desire for children, or having a family. The idea of a home to your Spouse is really important. They can be the type to really want you to live in a healthy and comfortable environment. This can mean your Spouse will care a lot about your House, and they could so pick it in a careful way, take care of it, etc. Your Spouse can also be someone who feels comfortable with you, they could see you as their home, someone they care a lot (obviously) but it can also just be someone who also makes you feel comfortable, someone loyal and calm.

-`♡´- In the 5H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone quite dramatic lol. They can be very intense with how they express themselves sometimes, it can be funny as it can be annoying to be honest. But your Spouse can also be someone who is very funny, and fun, someone you'll feel like make things so entertaining and fun. Your Spouse can somehow become more popular after marriage, but also they can just become more friendly, charismatic. They will be very romantic as well, a true flirt, someone who wants to keep the seducing part still on, as they should. Your Spouse could also be someone who have a lot of hobbies and are very creative. Also, they can be someone who will really desire children after marriage, just a possibility though.

-`♡´- In the 6H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who will be very organized, someone who will perhaps also care a lot about your family routine. They can be someone who will want to make sure you don't have to plan anything or take care of anything, they will love to help you out, and so be the kind of Spouse to also take care of any duties in the house. Someone who can also want to watch out for your health, making sure you eat healthy, you drink enough water, that you exercise enough, they care about you and your wellness. In this case, this can mean this is a Spouse that could go through a healthy lifestyle journey after marriage, they could start exercising more, going through a diet or even they could care more about their health in general, so going to therapy can also be an option here.

-`♡´- In the 7H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage will not stop the romance lol. You'll marry someone who will remember details of your meeting, you'll marry someone who will remember every dates of your romance, someone who will keep the seducing and flirting part, rizzing will be daily. You could also marry someone who is fair, your Spouse will be someone who will believe in justice. It seems like they can be someone calm, collected, but someone who so will always want to keep things fair in the marriage. They will often want romantic moments and dates with you, they refuse to have time and boring routine eat your marriage. You can count on them to keep the romance high. People who had this placement married a Spouse they loved their whole life.

-`♡´- In the 8H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone very passionate and secretive. They could be more private after getting married about their personal life and not share much on what is going on behind close door. But they can consider you as someone who is part of their private world, so they can often feel like sharing things with you they have never shared with people before. Your spouse could be a very physical Spouse lol, you could have a lot of steamy times with them. This could also mean your Spouse could want to share a lot of things with you when it comes to what they possess. Otherwise, it can also tell us your Spouse could go through a strong rebirth when it comes to them, they could discover new things about themselves, care much about psychology and their mental health, etc.

-`♡´- In the 9H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who will perhaps travel a lot or travel more, but they can also be very into being more educated. They could desire to study more, or they can also go back to school. Though this placement can suggest a Spouse that is very smart, and witty. Your Spouse can be less stressed and be more spontaneous after marriage. They can be very close to your parents after marriage too. Your Spouse could either become spiritual or religious. Or develop their abilities in those. They could also desire to share their beliefs with you and so they could practice those on a daily basis.

-`♡´- In the 10H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who will be very work focused. Your Spouse can have a strong desire to bring money or have a better job. This can be someone who also have a strong desire to support their family, perhaps indeed it can be about money but sometimes also status. And sometimes it can just them wanting to care more about their career even after marriage because they are ambitious. This placement can also suggest for some that your Spouse has a leader position in the marriage, they aren't afraid to make decisions or take care of things. For some it can also mean after marriage, your Spouse can gain more in reputation. They can also have a great desire to protect you.

-`♡´- In the 11H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage can be someone who will have a strong desire to build a strong connection with you. They can become more friendly and have more friends after marriage. But this is the Spouse you can be friend with as well. Your marriage isn't only love focused but it is also a real connection between two individuals who will love, support and care for each other truly. Your Spouse could want to spend a lot of time with you, considering you as their best friend. They can also be more curious after marriage and less scared to try new things. Your Spouse could also be the type to call and text you often. Your Spouse could also respect the freedom and space you need in the marriage.

-`♡´- In the 12H -`♡´-

Your Spouse after marriage could be someone that can either become highly spiritual or religious. They can perhaps turn more religious after marriage or either more spiritual. They can be someone who will have a stronger faith in their belief. They could also be a more private person after Marriage, perhaps letting less people know what is going on in their marriage. They can be very sweet, romantic, and self less, but it can also mean your Spouse can develop more hobbies on their own as well. Perhaps more creative hobbies. Your Spouse could travel too sometimes. Moreover, this placement can suggest a desire for your Spouse to go through therapy, and perhaps also desire to reflect on themselves, their past behaviors and to desire to know themselves better.

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Short Astrology Observations

Gemini placements, especially Moon/Mercury and Mars, love to make eye contact with the people they find attractive, but I can tell their eye contacts last so long

An Aquarius Lilith can talk about a rebellious nature in your community/social group, your friends can tell that you're a fiery person

Aries Saturn/Saturn in the 1H can end up overthinking over tense situations that already happened, is a like a flashback coming in your life

When Mercury transits your 7H, you can find yourself talking randomly about your past relationships or even current ones

The eyes of a sun - lilith h12 native are GORGEOUS!! These natives are widely known for having strong personalities and charisma

Neptune in the 6H/8H/12H can be drained by people mentally or even you can find your energy 'being stolen' by others in spirituality we call these people 'energetic vampires' people who are known to steal energy/mood

Neptune/Pisces in the 2H can indeed spend their finances on things they find spiritual or ancient. Also, it is very important to value your personal traits

If someone has a mix of Sag + Aries in their chart! BE SURE that person can be harsh at times even without realizing that they're being harsh on others

If you're born with Aqua placements, it is a big indicator that you have a humanitarian and peaceful energy, you love to help people in your community

Mars in the 11H or in Aqua can engage in conflicts about their friends or even with them, there is always some sort of issues, though this placement is very useful for manifesting fast

If Saturn is finding himself in the enemies like Leo or Cancer/Aries it can be a big indicator that you're meant to change something in this life time

Lilith in the 10H/Capricorn can have a provocative, sometimes problematic image, the society can find you powerful

You can always count on people with Moons in the 9H/11H/Sag Moon/Aquarius Moon to be loyal to you!! They will be so devoted to you

Moon transit in the 12H can talk about dreaming about your past or certain events that happened in the past

♦️Is very easy to tell the degrees between the tropical and sidereal charts if you learn them, the sidereal degrees will always be within 6° more in the sidereal chart than tropical for example

Having a planet at 24° in the tropical chart will result in a planet with 0° in the sidereal chart (24+6=0° in astrology because we don't have the 30°)

If you have a planet at 21° in the tropical chart will result a planet with 27° in sidereal chart

(21° + 6° = 27°)

If you have a planet at 2° in the tropical chart, it will result in 8° degrees in the sidereal chart

(2° + 6° = 8°)

And so on 🤩👏 just calculate them!♦️

Taurus Placements especially Venus/Lilith/Moon love to get spoiled!! They love luxury but won't tell and instead they will want you to observe that

Pluto in the 10H/11H in a natives chart can make energy of the chart so influential if you have aspects to pluto it will play a big role in your life

Prominent and Dominant planets are not the same!!

Prominent: lots of aspects to one planet

Dominant: lot of planets in the same sign (someone with 4 planets in Cancer is a Moon dominant)

I don't know if you guys observed, but most ppl with cap placements in a way feel restricted to tell their feelings, and it can be because people may not pay attention to those

2H/3H in Scorpio/Aquarius/Gemini/Aries can make the native talk in a more dirty way, for example, telling a curse word in each one of their questions/sentences

Venus in Aqua/Venus at 11° 23° degrees can have a chance to meet their partners online! That doesn't mean accepting all the requests on Tinder!!

The moon sign in your moon persona chart will tell more about your soul! Is a very emotional journey discovering as well! Make a combo of your tropical moon sign and moon persona's moon sign

Having 5H planets in your SR (solar return) can indicate getting into romantic relationships, especially Mars/Venus

Mercury aspecting Pluto natives may love to speak possessive words out of their mouths like 'You're mine' and things like that

Pluto in the 7H/Lilith in the 7H can talk about a dating history involving toxic partners and attracting them

When Aquarius Venus/Mercury/Moon/Rising will find love, they will mostly look for natives with a good mindset and a stable communication skill.

People who tend to be people pleasers can indicate deep father issues, especially parental trauma watch out for the sun/Saturn sign and the sign over your 4H

Capricorn/Aries in your 3H can indicate being the oldest/first kid or sibling in your family

People who have Saturn - Mercury harsh aspects find it hard to concentrate, hard to be focusing on things. Those people who have a lot on their mind

I feel like people with a water moon can be romantic, only if their partner shows romantism as well. Otherwise, it can be hard to be with one-sided romantic person

Cancer/Moon in the 9H ppl can have parents or family members who work in educational institutions, schools, high-schools etc

People with 4H like Libra, Taurus, Leo, and Pisces could've been raised by a single parent only or divorced parents later in life

In some cases, Leo/Cancer/Gemini/Aquarius/Sagittarius Lilith can talk about being the black sheep of the family and also the family with a favorite child, so favorkids in the family

Scorpio/Capricorn/Taurus Venus would rather wait for that one person to arrive in their lives than waste times with relationships

The definition of a Libra is co - relationships, so people with Libra Placements will feel like they need to have someone with them or the feeling to depend on someone

~ Have a little fun. It's the only way we know ~

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I THUNKED A THOUGHT! Because of Jotaro's stoic and reserved nature he is most likely not into PDA, HOWEVER. What if he used his stand instead? It's not public, and non standusers can't see stands!

So with that information, may I request hcs for part 3 joot giving PDA to gn s/o through Star Plat?

Jotaro showing affection with the help of Star Platinum headcanons

Author's Note: YES! I love it when some ideas I once had get requested, it feels like we're sharing the same neuron. Thank you so much for this. I love Joot and Star Plat, big cuties. I hope I got it right and you'll enjoy!

- Once you accept this type of affection, you'll discover that Star Platinum is a very clingy Stand to the ones Jotaro cares for. And Star Platinum, much like his owner, has no shame but the difference is that his Stand doesn't grasp the concept of PDA, he's just happy to be able to express his attachment to Jotaro and you.

- It starts with Star Platinum staring at you with big eyes whenever he's around you, almost scaring you as you turn around and see him like that. He is a simple warrior Stand who likes to stare at pretty things and people, don't mind him.

- From the beginning, we know that Star Platinum manifested to help Jotaro but he was rejected as a protector and pictured as an "evil spirit" instead. Seeing how Jotaro didn't accept his presence at first, Star started spoiling him by bringing everything Jotaro liked. Expect him to do that to you as well. Snacks, flowers, things he things you enjoy.

- Jotaro will scold Star Platinum for spoiling you like that but that's all. He doesn't tell him to stop though, realizing how this might be a good compensation for his lack of PDA. He can't help but sigh and let it happen.

- Star Platinum does whatever Jotaro wants and is a softie so once he gets the green light from Jotaro, get ready for affection. You won't notice it but before any move, Star asks Jotaro for permission. For example, if he wants to hold your hand, he points at your hand, looking back at Jotaro until he nods and gets the sign that it's alright to touch your hand.

- Whenever Jotaro feels his hands itching to touch you while you are in public, he'll just have to stare at you until Star Platinum understands what he has to do. He feels your warmth through his Stand's touch and he's pleased.

- Jotaro rolls his eyes at everything. He thinks that Star Platinum is going soft because of you. But guess what? Everyone knows that a Stand is an extension, a manifestation, of the soul and that only means that deep down in his soul, Jotaro craves giving you this kind of affection but doesn't allow himself to show it to you just yet.

- Star considers you a part of Jotaro since he notices how much he cares about you and how much he feels about you. So, whenever you're in danger, he's there, protecting you just like he protects Jotaro. Above all affection, you feel protection from him the most.

- Other stand users are going to be petrified when they see Jotaro's tall frame and intense look on his face next to you and a huge-looking purple Stand looming over you from behind while you're there just smiling, minding your business. You're going to have scary dog privileges with both of them.

- Star Platinum's favorite way of being around you is by having his large arms around your torso from behind. (a bit similar to the gif I attached)

- Jotaro notices that you enjoy this affection so he keeps it going in public until he's alone with you and it's his turn to be affectionate without the help of Star Platinum.

[ilylmwwifys]

OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING FOR NAGUMO ON VALENTINES DAY PLEASE WRITE MOREEEE!!!! Like if you don't mind the request.. I was thinking like in the future... like the aftermath of the whole fake girlfriend thing and nagumo and Y/n a retired assassin meet again at sakamotos store! :DDD she could be like Hana's teacher or smth idk trying to live a normal life lol

—𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

⏳,, angst & fluff , one-shot , slight suggestive

. 🕰 You thought you left that world behind—cold missions, whispered secrets, and a certain infuriating assassin, but fate had other plans.

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After Sakamoto retired to focus on his life, you soon followed suit, especially after hearing that your dear friend was going to be a father. You had left the world of assassins behind, choosing to live a quiet, normal life as Hana’s teacher.

To be honest, becoming a teacher had never been in your plans. But you had your reasons.

First, you wanted to protect Hana. If anyone ever placed a bounty on Sakamoto’s head, his daughter could be caught in the crossfire. Second, kids were just too damn adorable.

This was what you called paradise, surrounded by cheerful children, including Hana, whose laughter brightened even your darkest days.

Shrugging, you picked out your outfit for the day, settling on something casual. Today, you were going to spend time with Hana, maybe tutor her a little.

Maybe I should get her a toy… you mused. It wasn’t a special occasion, but you simply enjoyed spoiling her. You made sure, of course, that your favoritism didn’t become too obvious in class.

With your bag packed, you headed out, making your way to Sakamoto’s convenience store.

Humming softly, you watched the town come to life around you. Children ran past, laughing as they played. A man stepped out of a shop, adjusting the bag in his arms. In the distance, a couple sat at a restaurant, talking in hushed voices, hands brushing over the table.

The sight tugged at something in your memory.

A mission.

A night.

Yoichi Nagumo.

"I’m sorry, sir and ma’am, but we can’t let you enter unless you’re a couple," the staff member said, their tone firm yet apologetic.

You clenched your jaw, irritation prickling at your skin.

"I already told you—we are a couple." Your grip on Nagumo’s hand tightened, a subtle warning. Nagumo, ever the observer, noticed your irritation but simply smiled at the staff, letting you do the talking.

The two of you stood in the lobby of an exclusive couples-only nightclub. The entire concept was ridiculous, but unfortunately, your target—one of the club's founders—frequented this place. The original plan had been simple, pretend to be a couple to gain access. But neither of you had anticipated just how strict the entry requirements would be.

You had no intention of holding hands, and you were sure Nagumo didn't either—at least, that was until the staff eyed the both of you suspiciously. Without hesitation, Nagumo had laced his fingers through yours, his grip firm, silent reassurance hidden beneath his usual amusement.

You had been caught off guard, embarrassed, even. You had tried pulling away, only for him to squeeze tighter, his message clear: Play along. It’s for the mission.

And so, there you stood, hands entwined, shoulders brushing as you faced the skeptical staff. "If you have proof that you’re a couple, then you may go in," the staff said.

A nerve twitched in your temple. Proof? Proof of what? That you were together? That you were in love?

"Such as?" you asked, voice clipped. "Well, for instance…" The staff hesitated, struggling for an example. You exhaled sharply, patience thinning. You were about to speak when suddenly-

Nagumo tugged you closer.

You barely had time to process the movement before his face was mere inches from yours. His breath ghosted over your lips, dark eyes staring into yours with something unreadable.

Your nose brushed against his, and then—Soft. Warm.

Nagumo kissed you.

Your world stilled.

Your mind scrambled for logic, reason, anything, but all you could register was the heat of his lips, the way his fingers tightened around yours, how effortlessly he melted into the role.

When he pulled away, he turned to the staff with his signature closed-eye smile. "Like this?" His voice was smooth, nonchalant, as if he hadn’t just stolen something from you.

Your first kiss.

You stood frozen, your heart hammering against your ribs. Your cheeks burned, the heat unbearable.

The staff gawked, clearly not expecting that as proof. Nagumo chuckled at their stunned silence. "What? Do you want us to fuc—"

"NAGUMO!" You shouted his name, mortified, and immediately bowed to the staff.

"I’m sorry for his behavior," you said through gritted teeth.

The staff, still flustered, waved their hands. "I-It’s fine… Sorry for doubting you both. You may go in. "You shot Nagumo a glare as you yanked your hand from his grip the moment you were out of the staff’s sight.

"You stole my first kiss."

"Stole?" he echoed, his smirk widening. "I was meant to be your first kiss."

That night, you felt something shift. Your heart betrayed you, drawn to his warmth.

And yet, that was also the night you vanished from his life.

Completely.

You shook off the memory, stomach twisting at the thought.

You had buried that part of your life—him— long ago. Yet, even now, your chest tightened at the mere memories. Sighing, you quickened your pace, spotting the convenience store up ahead.

Sakamoto had recently hired a new employee, a girl. You had been curious about her and decided today was the perfect chance to surprise both her and Sakamoto.

Aoi had texted earlier, saying she’d be out with Hana, which meant more free time for you. You stepped toward the entrance, completely unaware of what awaited you inside.

The automatic doors slid open.

You froze.

Sakamoto stood behind the counter, as usual, but beside him sat a girl munching on pizza, completely unfazed. Shin, his blond hair disheveled, looked utterly bewildered.

But the real shock?

A man, tall and lean, dressed in a red-patterned polo, was choking a pizza delivery guy with just his arm, his grip like iron. The delivery guy wheezed, struggling.

"See? Just like I told you," the black-haired man said, smiling as if he weren’t seconds away from snapping the poor guy’s neck.

"I don’t like lies." His voice was light, playful even, but laced with unmistakable menace as he gave the blonde one of his infamous closed-eye smile.

Shin tensed, raising his guard as the man’s grip tightened. "Nagumo, wait." Sakamoto’s voice was calm but firm while an unfinished pizza laid on his hands.

At his words, Nagumo immediately let go, letting the delivery guy collapse to the ground without so much as a glance.

He turned to Sakamoto. "Don’t tell me you’re going to try to get through this without killing—"

"Chi…?"

The name left your lips before you could stop it.

Nagumo’s entire body stiffened. His head snapped toward you, eyes widening.

For the first time in years, you locked eyes with him.

And in the next heartbeat-

Two arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a crushing embrace. You didn’t know what was happening. Heck, even Nagumo didn’t know why he was acting like this.

The only thing he knew was that his soul ached for you, craved you, missed you.

Every part of him did.

His grip on your clothes tightened, his body pressing closer as if afraid you’d slip through his fingers again. You had once again appeared in his life. This time, he wouldn’t waste the opportunity.

The same day the mission was completed, you had vanished without a word.

And that was the day he had been waiting for, the day he was finally ready to take you seriously.

But he had lost his chance.

And now, fate had handed him another one.

This time, he wasn’t letting you go.

"Huh—" You barely got the sound out before he held you even tighter, silently telling you not to say anything.

"I missed you," he murmured, voice low, raw.

A lump formed in your throat. You weren’t sure what shocked you more—his words or the way your heart clenched at them.

Your breath hitched, hands hovering in the air, unsure of whether to push him away or pull him closer.

He was warm.

Too warm.

And it scared you.

You had spent years convincing yourself that what happened that night meant nothing, that Nagumo was nothing but a fleeting part of your past. But here he was, holding you as if you were something precious, as if you belonged in his arms.

And the worst part?

A part of you wanted to stay there.

"Nagumo," you finally muttered, your voice unsteady.

At the sound of his name, he exhaled sharply against your neck, his grip on you tightening for just a moment before he finally pulled away, but not too far.

His hands remained firm on your waist, his dark eyes scanning your face as if committing every detail to memory. There was something unreadable in his gaze—something raw, something unspoken. You swallowed hard.

"You’re acting like I was the one who disappeared," you forced a scoff, trying to ease the tension, but your voice betrayed you, quieter than you intended.

Nagumo didn’t smile.

For the first time in a long time, the usual teasing glint in his eyes was gone, replaced by something real.

"You were," he murmured.

Your heart lurched. Before you could say anything, Shin’s voice cut through the moment.

"Wait, what the hell is going on here?!"

You flinched, suddenly aware of your surroundings again. Shin looked absolutely dumbfounded, glancing between you and Nagumo like he had just witnessed something illegal. The girl beside Sakamoto continued eating her pizza, watching the scene unfold like it was a drama playing out in real-time, but she too was confused. Sakamoto, who knew everything simply let out a small sigh.

Nagumo finally smirked, his usual playfulness returning as he turned to Shin. "What? Didn’t I tell you? She’s my little runaway."

Your brows furrowed. "I am not your—"

"And now that I’ve found her again," he interrupted, shooting you a knowing look, "I’m never letting her go."

Your stomach twisted.

The weight of his words settled in your chest, a dangerous promise laced with something even heavier—something terrifying.

Because for all your years of running, all your years of trying to forget… You knew.

Nagumo never made empty promises.

. [📜] This is my first time writing a request so I apologize if I wrote something not to your liking. I wanted to integrate some angst to it... But anyway, I'm glad you liked my nagumo fic! :) p.s the header I used from the start is what I imagine you and nagumo's date will be. (Sorry if I published this late since my tumblr has been acting up and it's annoying)

ˏ 「🗝」 Mission: Heartstrings = Missions are usually about strategy and precision, but this one? It’s about emotions—specifically, the unbreakable bond between the you and Yoichi.

The "Heartstrings" part adds a soft, romantic touch, showing that despite all the danger and the years apart, their hearts are still connected. It’s like saying, "Oops, this mission wasn’t just about work… feelings got involved!" It perfectly captures how Nagumo and the reader are tied together, whether they like it or not

Reblogs are highly appreciated, commenting is encourage as I always read comments, they motivate me. Please do not repost on other platforms or translate into other languages without my permission. The idea is mine and purely original, do not steal. Any similarities are purely coincidental unless stated otherwise

[blondeaxolotl-twstocs]

VOICE CLAIM HERE !!

NEW OC DROP!!!!!!!!! Say hi to Del! But please call him "Dellie" ! He's an exchange student who joined NRC a bit late and out of the blue, but his friendly demeanor made him quickly fit in with the rest as if he was there from the start.

Dellie is a young dolphin merfolk who's fairly tall and athletic, usually towering over most of his peers. But his multicolored hair with the resemblance of harlequin ice cream and cute aesthetic make him appear more friendly and easier to approach for others. He is often seen with stickers on his face which change everyday depending on what he's wearing, they are said to help distract others from looking at his sharp toothy grin. Bows are also a big part of his wear, any ribbon or tie he has will be turned into a cute bow with pins attached. The bow on his tail has a bell, it not only makes it cuter but it also helps to know when Dellie is nearby, since his footsteps are very silent and it risks the chances of someone getting jumpscared by him if it weren't for the bell. 🎀 His mostro lounge wear is practically the same as Jade and Floyds, besides the fact he wears roller-skates with colors to match the uniform. The roller-skates help him go from table to table quickly and bring orders to customers faster, but they mainly help attract more customers. Because everyone loves watching a dolphin do tricks, even if it's something simple as a little twirl 💜

Personality 🎀✨

Dellie is very social and kind hearted, he goes out of his way to befriend and help others around him without any intention of expecting something in return. He does favours and errands for others so often it's impressive how he gets anything done for himself. He especially likes to help those who he "looks up to", one example being Azul. Who at first didn't like his offers to help but quickly adapted to them after realising Dellie has no intention of wanting anything from him, he just likes being told what to do and told good job for it. This as well made him become a perfect teachers pet, they can count on him by doing tasks that most students usually can't, since he isn't only kind, but also very intelligent. He has even helped tutored some students before who struggled with assignments or classes, Kalim, Deuce and Ace being a few of them (and recurring ones). Dellie also seems to have a soft heart, not enjoying being yelled at or being confronted about anything because it will quickly drive him to tears, it makes everyone around him feel like they just witnessed a puppy being kicked. This has only happened once and never again, it made the person doing the yelling/confronting feel like they were bullying the exchange student who already felt left out because he joined later than others, there were even glares directed towards the person for this (said person apologised profusely to Dellie for making him cry, and he forgave them since he knew they didn't mean to).

But surprisingly, Dellie can get protective if the yelling is directed towards a friend, or someone like Azul. dropping everything he's doing to get between the friend and the person, almost as he's protecting them from harm. Making Dellie not only a friend you can count on, but also a guard dog who will protect you from bullies.

At least, that's what Dellie wants you to think.

In reality, Dellie is a typical spoiled, mean, and selfish rich kid. Everything he does is because it makes HIM look good, his friendly, bubbly personality and cutesy appearance is just a mere facade he puts on around others. His kind words and gestures are only meant to make people want him to be around them and ask him for help, knowing he will help if no one else can. Dellie does not care about most people he helps, he willingly only sticks around certain people if they peaked his interest or if they're fun to torment.

Despite the fact Dellie has defended Azul and others from people who would be considered bullies MULTIPLE times, Dellie is in fact secretly a bully himself. He specifically acts like the leader of what you'd typically see in shows when a group of bullies appears (which means he's probably the worse person you'll ever meet). But he specifically picks out victims who he believes are fun to pick on, people like Azul, Riddle or Idia, etc are surprisingly NOT one of them, in fact they are the ones he defends from others. Sadly, the unfortunate soul who did end up being Dellie's unlucky victim is Floyd. Dellie found Floyd's mood swings and short tempers funny, hilarious even. Since the first few days he has been in NRC and made friends with everyone, not long after he has made his personal goal to make Floyd's life hell. Only singling him out when no one is looking, but also treating him with the same kindness he gives to Azul and Jade when they're around as if it is to mock him. Even making sure to play the victim card when Floyd gets fed up with him but someone ends up entering the room when it happens, and usually this makes Floyd end up being the one to apologise because Dellie would NEVER do whatever Floyd told them. Even if it was true, Dellie's crocodile tears and puppy dog eyes make Floyd look like he was doing the bullying instead of the other way around.

In conclusion, Dellie's sweet and soft persona is all an act which only Floyd can see through it. And knowing this, Dellie makes sure to go out his way to ruin Floyd's mood, no matter what the choices he makes are, he will do them while wearing a warm smile on his face, facing towards everyone who's blissfully unaware of what an actual bastard he is.

Signature spell ✨

"Aww c'mon cheer up a little~ Toss Around!" Dellie's signature spell makes him able to summon 3 dolphins around the opponent, when the opponent strikes to attack, one of the dolphins will instead catch it and start playing ball with the other dolphins over the opponent's head. This serves as a distraction (making the opponent think one of the dolphins will eventually hit them with their own spell) as Dellie quickly charges up his own spell and then strikes the opponent directly while they were not looking. Dellie's spell is either weaker or stronger depending on location, if Dellie uses his spell in a more drier location, his final blow will be weaker and the dolphins would be playing slower which gives the opponent a chance to dodge Dellie's attack. But in an area with more moisture, the dolphins will play faster, and Dellie's attack will be stronger and possibly knock you down for a bit. Oh and to add salt to the wound, the dolphins would laugh at you after you fall down before they vanish. If you want a description on how this would feel, imagine 3 guys take your pencil case and start playing hot potato with it. And while you're distracted trying to get your pencil case back a secret 4th dude fucking hits you with a volleyball full force for shits and giggles.

Other notes 🌸

After moving to land, Dellie has took an interest in stickers, collecting them for fun and even putting them on his own face. Dellie sometimes even puts stickers on others as a sign of friendship, he has put A LOT of stickers on Floyd before, purely, out of spite.

Dellie can sometimes accidentally come off as flirty when being nice, surprisingly he doesn't do this on purpose and actually gets shocked if anyone confesses to him because of it (there were a few who have confessed, but Dellie has rejected all of them and doesn't plan on accepting any as it seems).

Dellie often gets babied by others because of his "kind heart and friendly demeanor", some students even avoid saying curse words around him and get scolded by other students when they do. Dellie finds this so humiliating but takes advantage of it when playing victim because people end up defending him when he's in trouble.

Dellie's exam papers all have cute doodles on them, his professors told him to stop at first but eventually just let him do what he wants as long as he finished his exams on time.

Dellie's hair might actually be dyed, but Dellie rejects and avoids any questions about it since you never even see his roots.

Dellie enjoys music and dancing, it's why he joined the pop music club. He sometimes gets invited by Kalim to come and dance with him and Jamil.

Vil doesn't like Dellie because he reminds them of Neige, though they tolerate him enough to let him help with whatever task he's needed for.

Dellie's favourite food is inconsistent, sometimes it's waffles, sometimes it's cake, other times it's pasta or pizza. People just assumes he can't choose a favourite and therefore has many instead of one.

It's unknown to why Dellie switched schools and joined NRC, only thing Dellie says about it is that he just didn't "fit in" with his old school before he completely changes the topic. Though there is a theory Dellie got into NRC because his dad payed a lottt of money for him to get in.

Dellie is genderfluid, but sexuality wise he is unlabelled

OKAYY THATS ABOUT IT FOR DELLIE, he's a complete asshole so I hope you guys hate him or not, feel free to hit him with a basketball directly in the head cause he deserves it <3 Bonus doodles <3

Live laugh kick Dellie down before he kicks you

[sivyera]

F1 and MotoGP drivers as love types

f1 - max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norriss

motogp - pecco bagnaia, enea bastianini, marc marquez, alex marquez, fabio quartararo, luca marini, marco bezzecchi, jorge martin, pedro acosta, david alonso

a/n: i hope you'll like it since not many people write for motogp nor f1, also don't worry i have more fics in mind just please be patient with me, i'm trying :) also should i add Rossi? i love him but he's retired so...

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⤷ Max Verstappen - you fell first but he fell harder

when you met Max, you almost immediately fell in love. i mean he was talented, funny and very handsome. but he didn't seem to return such strong feelings for you, from the start. the more he spend time with you tho, the more he fell in love with you and before you could blink, he was DROWNING in his love for you!

he always has to have you near him, not only while racing, i mean always. you want to take a shower? he'll wash your hair. you want to go shopping? he'll hold your bags. but when he was racing, he needed to have at least 1 kiss and session of cuddles after. he can actually get pretty clingy when it comes to you, i mean you're his gorgeous girlfriend how can he not!?

sometimes Max thinks that he can be little overwhelming with his love and overall attention he gives you but you quickly tell him how much you enjoy when he treats you like the only girl in the world, which he really does. because you're the only girl in the world for him

he'll literally do anything for you! he knows you love late night rides in his car, so he'll just grab you and drive with you through the streets of his home city from time to time.

⤷ Lewis Hamilton - rich love

Lewis is called "the billion dolar man" so it is kinda obvious how rich this love is. BUT it has two meanings! first- this love is rich because Lewis LOVES to spoil you. he'll literally buy you anything you land your eyes on without any word. he'll often buy you new clothes or jewelry but he'll also buy you new car or a vacation, whatever you want. second- this love is rich because Lewis loves you dearly. he treats you like royalty and he isn't planning on stopping any time soon!

you and Roscoe are his favourite beings in the whole world, you're his family so really be expecting to be treated like a royalty, i have to say it twice. he has you and Roscoe as a wallpaper so whenever he looks at his phone he smiles. and he LOVES it because it's actually a beautiful photo.

but even tho Lewis is rich and he treats you expensive, he also does not disdain comfortable cuddles on his sofa in matching pyjama, popcorn and some good movie. because whenever he can hold you, oh god don't be expecting to move any time soon! Roscoe usually accompanies you so you really won't be going anywhere cuz that dog loves you just as much and he isn't really a small doggy.

⤷ George Russell - best friends to lovers

you and George started of as friend, soon became best friends and it was like this for some time. you two also though that it'll stay like this since you two had completely different dating lives but oh boy were you two wrong!

it soon turned into longer looks that you gave each other. for example George had to focus on the circuit but all he could look at was you or you were suppose to made the team some toasts but burned them because you were staring at George who was taking off his sweaty shirt.

to your surprise, none of you actually confessed. one time you two were joking around as always but suddenly you caught each others eyes, staring at each other and bum- you kissed.

from that time George is very proud of you as his girlfriend, everybody knows at least 10 times because George told them. he also bought that white t-shirt that says "i love my girlfriend" and wore it on every race from that time.

⤷ Charles Leclerc - true love

yours and Charles's love is the type of love that lasts forever, you two will grew old with each other and honestly he CANNOT wait for that to happen! the thought of you two being old together while he lived the life through and through with you by his side.. so cute.

he's a gentleman so he'll buy you flowers or write you letters or give you his t-shirt/helmet because he knew you keep all the stuff he gives you, just like he does with the things you make him. since you usually draw him silly pictures of cute fat cats or a paper full of hearts and your kisses. it all holds the memories he wants to remember...

Leo fell in love with you instantly, that little ball of sunshine fur was deeply in love with you just like his owner, maybe even more! that made Charles so happy because after all he loves his dog and he wants him to go along with you... it went TOO well and now he's jealous because Leo is often stealing your attention.

head kisses! not forehead kisses, he loves to kiss you ON TOP of your head, on your hair.

⤷ Carlos Sainz - any universe

Carlos was ABSOLUTELY smitten by you, it was like his soul could be finally at absolute peace. it was strange yet very calming. he felt like he knew you for years when in reality he knew you few hours. that was the time when he realized he needs you.

well from that time you two got close, way too close, and before you knew it- he was asking you to be his girlfriend, now you were together for over a year! it all went so fast because you two felt like you knew each other! neither of you could describe it really..

you knew that you two had to know each other in different lives, on different planets, in a different time, under different circumstances, it was obvious.

Carlos loves your smile, it's like he remembers it. it's like you were his guardian angel all the time, it was like he knew your smile all his life! that's why whenever you smiled at him, he knew he was okay.

⤷ Lando Norris - teenage love

Lando felt like a teenager when he was with you and i mean it in the best way possible. you know what they say- "when a man acts like a child, he's in love", that was Lando.

with you everything was so vibrant, so happy, so colorful, so perfect! he could climb a mountain just for the fun of it, you gave him strength and power- which was pretty useful when he raced.

he would let you do whatever you want to him- masks? sure. plug his brows? sure. cut his hair? sure. paint his nails? sure. whatever. he just didn't care when he had you nor he was scared that he'd look ugly with his new haircut, it was from YOU, he was gonna be handsome way more than he was before.

he tries to be romantic with you but sometimes he fails so he usually just cuddles with you and when the world is quiet- he whispers his feelings into your eat. he usually does it when you fell asleep so don't tell him you're actually awake.

⤷ Francesco "Pecco" Bagnaia - unconditional love

Pecco really loves you unconditionally and there is no other word that would describe it. he'd love you if you changed your hair, he'd love you if you accidently plugged your brows too much, he'd love you if you were a worm, he'd love you if you'd be angry at him- there's just nothing you can do that would make him not love you and visa versa.

he really really appreciates your support on the track because you keep him happy and hopeful. he doesn't need to win because he already won in his life- he won you and you're something no motogp trophy can trump.

he loves when you play with his hair and yes before you ask- yes you can put pink bows or flowers into his hair, whatever you want pretty girl and he'll watch you with hearts in his eyes.

after a race he gets kinda needy so be prepared for whole night full of cuddles and soft kisses. he'll hold you tight around your waist with his head buried in your cleavage- close to your neck yet close to your chest, while he would mumble about the race with your fingers scratching his scalp.

⤷ Enea Bastianini - love at first sight

this is kinda easy to describe since it happened so fast. basically when you and Enea met- it was like the zing, you know from hotel transylvania what happened to mavis and johnny happened to you two. Enea was sent over the moon!

from that time you two were inseparable. you were with him even when he was racing because he always kept something of yours that he could have while racing- like a hair band. you were his lucky charm...

if you thought he was all around you while you two were in public well you aren't prepared for him when you two are alone! he basically has you on his back or in his arms and walks everywhere like this with you, he's like glued to you! of course if you need to be alone he'll give you space but he'll be waiting close by.

overall he's just like a puppy in love, it's cute, you cannot be mad at this man. he just loves you so much, so much that he believes his heart beats for you.

⤷ Marc Marquez - soulmates

Marc didn't really believe in stuff like soulmates until he met you, oh but when he did- oh boy was he feeling stupid for not believing. with you he felt like real life just entered him, his soul felt alive, he felt like fucking hercules just because you were near!

you'd be his huge rock meaning he'd have a lot of support in you, through the years he'd always come to you. whenever he and his team were talking about the race or new upgrades they wanted to do on his bike in his garage, you'll always be found sitting on his lap with his arm resting on your hips.

your touch basically calm him, your presence put him into peace, your voice sooth him- so whenever you combined these into one, meaning you two cuddle in his bed- he is in heaven.

he'd be really protective of you and even little possessive because if you brought him such ecstasy- you could do that to others and he noticed so he wasn't gonna let you wonder around, he needs his girl close to him.

⤷ Alex Marquez - whatever it takes

Alex was often in the shadows of his more successful older brother so when he met you, he thought you wouldn't really spend much time with him. but when you did and you actually took interest in him and listened to him- he knew he'd do whatever it takes to make you his.

that pretty much happened way sooner than he thought it would happen. he was so proud of himself that he had something his brother didn't and never could have had. you were his greatest victory.

he always kept you close since he felt like he was a king when you were with him, so before and after race he'll need A LOT of your attention. you're like his sun, he like recharges with you.

Alex loves giving you hugs from behind since he's pretty tall. so he can just wrap you in his arms, have you close while smelling your scent and feeling your soft skin against his, he is 'protecting' you like this- yea he loved that.

⤷ Fabio Quartararo - falling in love fast

Fabio is easy going guy- he's funny, he has charisma, he has passion and vision and he really goes after what he wants to accomplish. and you were one of the people who never gave up on him. when he tried too little and ended up on 13th place? you were here for him. when he lost again because he tried too hard? you were also here for him. he fell in love with you so quickly. it was like he was always in love with you.

he'll let you do all types of tiktok trends, he'll often be the one who suggested to do them in the first place. many of his fans are literally living for these cute videos of you two.

he knows how much you love to see him in his gear, especially when his abs are showing so he always makes sure he's near you when he's like this. he loves your attention and he needs it because otherwise he turns into a grumpy old man.

he calls you sweet nicknames, often saying them in french since he knows how much his native language turns you on.

⤷  Luca Marini - meant to be

you and Luca clicked so quickly. i know how weird and "i have love glasses on" mind sound like but you two were fitting together like a puzzle! when you two were with each other, you became the IT couple. many were jealous.

he's actually pretty skilled and by that i mean he can braid your hair. he can do a simple braid but still! and he loves it- he'll have you sat between his legs while he's running his fingers through your hair. it comforts the both of you.

but just as much as he loves touching your hair, he loves when YOU touch his hair. so whenever you take a shower, he's right there with you, if you let him, hoping that he can wash your hair and then you'll wash his hair. i think it's getting little complicated, haha

he also loves kissing your cheek like a gentleman, even tho everyone knows that kissing your lips is his favourite.

⤷ Marco Bezzecchi - teenage love

now don't get me wrong, i know he's an adult man but... come on, whenever he's near you he acts like a little boy. he's all over you, hugging you, smiling at you, kissing your cheek, holding your hand- yeah everything that comes to your mind.

you're his biggest support and biggest reason to try harder and harder every time. every time he wins, he runs right towards you to hug you and kiss your whole face. also in every interview he's like "i won this for my girlfriend."

Rubik actually fell in love with you just as much as his owner so you usually think you have two dogs that are literally giving you the puppy dog love- it's the sweetest thing ever.

Marco will probably soon or later tattoo your name or something special for both of you on his arm. he needs to have you forever on his body, without any shame.

⤷ Jorge Martin - slow burn

Jorge knew from the start that he likes you but he didn't want to start anything with you since his career in motogp was quickly rising. he was winning over and over again, more people needed his attention and he needed to train more so he didn't wanna start anything serious because he knew he'd be neglecting you. he didn't want to mess things up from the start because he really cared about you...

well later on he just couldn't cope anymore with his urges to have you, so he confessed and you two started dating. still he was often scared about you leaving him after you find out how exhausting his job can be. lucky for him you were the biggest support which made him win even more races.

he'll often seek your comfort like cuddle and kisses before and after each race since like i said you're his biggest support. you motivate him before the race and you calm him down after the race.

⤷ Pedro Acosta - first and only love

sharky over here never though he'd met his true love so early in life, i mean he's 19, that's young for finding his true love. many don't find their true love their whole life yet he got really lucky... he really felt grateful each day for you.

i believe you'd find some shark costumes (pink for you and blue for him) and will make him wear it. he'd mumble about it but he'll still wear it, if that makes you happy.

he'll often tease you about little stuff which will often drive you nuts but he knows you love it. but even tho this boy tease you, he also needs some of your attention, some sweet attention- meaning he's actually hug and cuddle sucker.

he'll cuddle with you (basically have you in choke hold, lol) whole night and he won't let go of you so easily so if you need to pee- no you don't.

⤷ David Alonso - pure love

this boy is the sweetest of them all. he's the youngest (and i believe he was written by a woman) so he's the biggest gentleman you'll ever met. BUT he's not only a gentleman he's also a gentle man- meaning that every time he touches you it's like he was touching something so precious that he was afraid to break it.

he's a really sweet boy so there's no way his eyes are on someone else than on you (not like any other man here would cheat but ykyk) he's all over you, loving you with his WHOLE heart and even more. he'd bring you the blue out of sky just because!

he loves cuddling, like a lot, and he loves to hold you in his arms with your head on his chest. for some reason it's comforting for him like this, probably because he feels manly.

David thought racing is his passion and don't get me wrong it is and he's really talented and has a long successful career in front on him but YOU are way important than racing. you're the love of his life and the only thing he wants is you to be happy... his love for you is really the purest.