theheadlessgroom · 1 year ago
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@beatingheart-bride
It should be a given, she said. It should be a given.
But it wasn't, was it? Both Randall and Elizabeth knew that all too well. It should be a given, Emily and Dorian were both right in that regard...but unfortunately, that just wasn't a guarantee.
Which was why it was so genuinely surprising, so genuinely touching, when someone did treat them like human beings, not just like mere laborers who should be grateful they were given such jobs that made them "useful" at best, or scum of the Earth that should be seldom seen and heard even less so at worst. They shouldn't have to be surprised by the kindness of their fellow man (least of all from the very people they planned to wed), and they knew it...
…but they were just the same.
Still, both of them tried to put these less-than-happy musings out of their minds as Elizabeth let Dorian hold her close, her heart soaring at the sensation of his arms around her waist, as Randall gave Emily a long and tender kiss, his heart skipping a beat at the touch of her lips against his, both of them silently thanking the heavens for these two wonderful lovers, who blessed their lives the way they did, who made their worlds a merrier place to live, even when it didn't seem so.
And provided the plan continued to go off without a hitch, it could be a merry life they could truly share, both Elizabeth and Randall silently promising to makes the lives of Dorian and Emily as joyous and wonderful as they made theirs.
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mysicklove · 1 year ago
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cw: sub! gojo, gn! reader, heavy feminization, lingerie, gojo wears panties, mentions of gojo having a pussy? highkey cringe writing :(
wc: 0.9k
lingerie inspo
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The color matches his eyes. It's a pretty shade of blue that compliments his hair and his porcelain skin well. He was in a maid outfit, or at least the beginnings of one — it showed too much skin to be really considered an outfit.
The bottoms are a short skirt with a white and blue pattern and some white ruffles. The light blue top fits to cover just his chest, disappointingly hiding his nipples from you. And, of course, you put him in the loveliest, white lacy pantyhose and pretty white choker to match.
Gojo, bluntly, looks adorable and a different type of provocative than what you are used to.
Gojo, on the other hand, was pouting at you from across the room. His body is halfway covered by the wall, and he seems to be trying to hide away from you. The man pulls at the bottoms nervously and shakes his head at your grin. "This has got to be the most humiliating thing I have ever done," He complains, a dramatic whine in his voice.
"Hmmm, you think so? I don't know…Satoru, you have done some…Pathetic things. Don't you think, sweet thing?" You put up two fingers, beckoning him over to you. He frowns at you, ignoring the burning of the tips of his ears. "Come here, pretty. There is no need to hide," You coax when he pauses momentarily.
Gojo nods, trying his best to ignore the ridiculous pet name. He then strides over to you, and your eyes travel to the cutesy stalking that climbs up his leg and ends on his upper thigh.
You stand up to meet him halfway there, padding over to him with a teasing grin on your face. His hands go awardly to his sides, and he peers at you through his lashes. "My, my, I don't think I have ever seen the notorious Satoru Gojo embarrassed?"
"Im not—Just…Shut up, would you?" He half-heartedly mumbles, "Never been in girl's clothing before. You're the weird one here for buying this, ya hear me? N-Not me!"
"Such a shame, too." You muse, ignoring the second part of his sentence. "Think you may look better in it than in boy's clothing." He bites back a whine, another pout on his face. But you ignore him as you run your fingers over the fabric and walk around his lengthy body, twirling over every lace and ribbon. He doesn't move while you do the inspection; instead, he just looks at the floor awkwardly.
You press kisses along any surface you can, and Gojo sighs with every trace of your lips. You make your way to behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and traveling your hands along his chest and stomach. Your lips linger on his lower shoulder blades as you crane your head around to see the front of him. "The real question is," You mumble and pause, coaxing him.
"Hmm?" He prompts, eyes widening when he feels your fingers drag along the bottom of his skirt. He knows what is going to come, and he fumes a shade of red before bringing his hands up to cover his face.
You chuckle at him. "Tell me, did my pretty girl wear everything she was given?"
He shouldn't have put them on. He knew you were going to tease him about it, but still, he did it. To be good and listen to you in the moment sounded nice, but now, he could feel like he could die from humiliation.
"No," he tries to deny, but his voice is breathless, and he swears that you can hear how hard his heart is pounding. You nibble at the open flesh on his back, and he jumps.
"Aw, do I have a little liar?" You coo, and Satoru has the nerve to flip you off. You can't help but laugh at that. "And a brat too, huh?
He shakes his head and lowers his finger defeatedly. He wasn't smiling like you were; in fact, his mouth was dry, and he tries not to fidget. "Can you just do it already?"
"Excited, aren't we?" You prompt, but before he can rebuttal, you flip up the skirt to see the light blue sheer panties you picked out days prior.
"There she is," You tease, and his cock seems to twitch to life at the attention. "I knew you would wear them."
"Yeah, yeah…..Whatever, they just looked comfortable, that's all," He complains, biting his lip and not daring to look at the panties. It embarrassed him too much. You don't feel the need to deny his statements because it was an obvious fact that he was lying through his teeth.
Another glob of precum stains the silk, and you sigh dreamily. "Oh, Satoru, you are so wet; look, it's almost like you are meant to have a pussy!"
He lets out a breathless laugh and then cranes his head to look at you. Gojo, for the first time tonight, is grinning, and you are immediately intrigued. He then leans into your chest and whispers, "Dont need a pussy for you to fuck me."
A shiver runs down your spine, and your mouth goes dry. He always did these sorts of things. Made you question your authority for a moment with his cocky and smooth demeanor. But you didn't mind because it only made things more fun.
You are quick to recover like usual, and a feline-like smile spreads over your features. "That's my girl."
Gojo's eyes seem to light up.
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smileyerim · 2 years ago
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lifestyles of the rich and famous
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Your coworkers are really tired of hearing you pine over a guy who doesn’t want you, so they decide it’s finally time to do something about it. Thankfully the hot young son of the country club’s owner just walked in the door and sat at your bar.
main pairing: rich boy!johnny suh x bartender!reader
minor pairing: fuckboy!jaehyun x reader
genre: fluff, suggestive, slight angst !!MDNI!!
length: 8k
warnings: adults having sex, smoking weed, drinking alcohol, vaping, jaehyun is a lying fuckboy
net tags: @kflixnet @neowritingsnet
if you repost or translate my work i’ll feed you to the metaphorical sharks (aka angry tumblr writers)
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You’re a simple girl with simple desires, you like to think. You’re not demanding, nor are your dating requirements long or difficult to meet.
So when the guy you’ve been seeing for a couple of weeks decides that now of all times is the most appropriate time to begin speaking to you with short responses and leave you on read for hours on end, you’re pissed.
So much so that you feel validated enough in your desire to tell him off to your friends/coworkers but they seem to have differing opinions.
“I mean, he’s not your boyfriend Y/N.” Doyoung, always too blunt for his own good, says and it makes a groan escape your chest as you let your head fall onto Yerim’s shoulder in a painful thud.
“Thanks, Doyoung.” You say, speech mumbled against Yerim’s cotton polo uniform.
“You need a rebound. Let this inconsistent and slimy motherfucker go.” Yerim says and you hum in response, still leaning into her shoulder from your position behind her back.
“I don’t want another guy, I want Jaehyun.”
You’re startled into standing up straight by the reverberating banging sound of a hand coming into contact with the metal table separating you two from Doyoung.
“Too bad,” Doyoung says, looking directly into your eyes “He’s not yours so just let it go!”
You stare back with wide eyes and Yerim interjects, turning to lean against the table behind her and face you.
“He’s right, babe. It’s time to let him go. You don’t deserve to be led on like this.” Yerim says with her usual gentle tone of voice and you frown, looking down at the ugly shoes your boss forces you to wear behind the bar.
“You’re right. You’re both right.” You say, turning to give Doyoung your scariest look, “You’re incredibly cruel about it, but you’re right.”
Sure, your friends may have been right about your need to leave Jaehyun in the dust and move on to bigger and better things but you’re weak and never claimed not to be.
That’s why you choose to spend the last five minutes of your thirty minute break in the corner of the staff restroom taking and then deleting what feels like fifty Snapchat pictures.
Emerging from the restroom you’re immediately faced with Yerim with her arms crossed across her chest, staring you down in the way that communicates that she knows exactly what you were just getting up to.
“Either you just took the fattest shit of your life, or you were just texting Jaehyun.”
You don’t respond, brushing your shoulder on hers to pass her and clock back in.
With your last customer served her jack and coke, you decide it’s finally time to check your phone again. Forty five minutes is enough time for a man to come to his senses, open your Snapchat, and respond with an overly enthusiastic compliment and apology for being so unavailable, right?
Before you can even allow your phone to scan your face, it’s being snatched out of your hand.
“What the fuck!” You exclaim, hand chasing Yerim’s in an unattractive and unsuccessful flail.
“No, you aren’t doing this.” She chastises with one finger pointing at you. She’s somehow slipped your phone to somewhere you can’t spot it with a quick scan of your eyes up and down her now apron-clad body.
“You can have it back after your shift.” She says and you roll your eyes at her, leaning your hip uncomfortably into the short fridge behind the bar.
“Come on Yerim, that’s in three hours. What if he responds and asks me to hangout? That won’t be nearly enough time to get ready and by then he will have made other plans and-“ you ramble your embarrassing train of thought.
“Hush, you’re embarrassing yourself in front of a cute guy.”
You frown, arms crossing your chest as you follow Yerim’s line of sight to a bar stool behind you currently taken by oh- an extremely attractive guy with long brown hair tucked behind his ears. He’s waiting patiently for... well, you.
“Go serve him.” She says once you whip your head back over to face her again.
“Fuck.” You groan, grabbing your sanitizing towel and pretending to wipe down the bar in an act of stubborn defiance to Yerim and procrastination.
You know him, you’d be a fool if you didn’t. He’s what some would call a country club celebrity with how he’s gained recognition for being the best singles tennis player and for his last name being on the front of the building. His family photos are littering the hallways, a particularly precious photo of him as a kid with a half melted ice cream cone is situated on the front door of the child care center.
His father owns the country club, and he is much cuter in person than he is in his old family photos. He doesn’t visit your bar ever, so you’re intrigued to know why he’s here.
“Oh,” Yerim says stepping into your bubble and combing her fingers through your knotted hair, “go fix your hair first.” She says and you roll your eyes, hand blindly grasping at your back pocket in search of your cell phone.
“Here,” she says, handing you her bulky iPhone with some Sanrio phone case, “go in the back.” You roll your eyes again at her mistrust of you before following her orders, quickly rushing into the kitchen and pulling up her front camera to inspect your appearance.
Emerging from the kitchen, you feel a pair of eyes on you immediately and you look right back, making unexpected eye contact with the handsome man who’s been waiting. You flash him your brightest customer service smile before rushing over to stand across from him at the bar.
“Hey, sorry about that,” he waves you off in dismissal of your apology before smiling at you, “what can I get for you?”
He’s still smiling a very polite smile, his eyes shining with kindness and it makes you weak in the knees. Working at a country club comes with a lot of perks, but those perks were bought with a price. The price being dealing with the type of people that belong to a country club, the rudest and most stuck up wealthy people in your town. You don’t meet people like him so often, genuinely kind people.
“I’ll take a vodka soda with extra lime whenever you find the time.” He smiles at you again and you actually feel your knees buckling at his kindness.
“Premium or well?” You respond out of habit, your brain fogging with his presence. He shoots you an unbelievable look that makes you both laugh. Forgoing an immediate response, you shake your head and scoff at yourself when you grab a glass to pour ice into.
“Top shelf, duh, sorry again.” You apologize as you press the sparkling water button on your soda gun.
“Stop apologizing so much!” He says and you look up from his drink to catch his kind eyes staring back at you in a way that makes you want to blush.
“I-I don’t know what to say.” You say, now in front of him situating the lime wedge on the side of his glass.
He takes a sip before responding. “I just know how understaffed you are.”
You lean an elbow up on the bar, “I didn’t know it was that obvious.” Your cheeks flare up with another blush.
“It isn’t!” He clarifies, hand coming down to grab at your forearm in reassurance. You ignore sparks that shoot from his contact with your skin.
“I just-“ He says, removing his hand to play with the branded cocktail napkin under his glass, “sometimes they actually put me to work around here and I know how small your staff is.”
You hum, pensive frown on your face as you look around. You are short staffed.
“So what work do they make you do?” You tease, not really wanting this conversation to end.
“Dad tries to put my accounting degree to work by making me do our books every once in a while, but more recently he’s got me planning for the new garden. As if I would know anything about landscaping.”
You laugh at his charming joke, taking a moment just to steal a quick once over his appearance. He’s wearing a blue polo with some brands insignia stitched onto the breast pocket, a watch you’re assuming is very expensive from a luxury brand on his right wrist, and a tennis racket cover placed on the barstool next to him. He’s handsome, of course, with his kind eyes and long brown hair tucked behind his surprisingly pierced ears.
“Well I’ve been a bartender since college. So I wish I could be of more assistance, but I can’t offer any help.” You quip with a sigh and he smiles back.
“You have your degree, huh? What’re you doing here?” You find it charming that he’s actually engaging you in conversation.
“All I said was that I was in college, not that I finished.” You say, slight embarrassment lacing your voice.
“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t finish.” He says and you shoot him a look urging him on to explain further.
He smirks at your offense before continuing, “We wouldn’t have met if you didn’t work here, and I don’t know about you, but I’m quite enjoying your company.”
A blush creeps it’s way up your neck, a coy expression on your face as your head drops down to stare at the sanitization bucket behind the bar.
“Gotta go, I have a tennis lesson in fifteen.” He says, standing and taking another sip of his drink.
“See you around.” He says with a final look and you nod, waving him off.
No more than 30 seconds after you watch his tall figure leave the restaurant, you see him slowly jogging back towards the bar.
“What’s your name?” He says, wrist resting on the back of the barstool opposite of you.
With a grin you tell him your name and he replies with a warm smile.
“I’m Johnny.”
“Nice to meet you, Johnny.” Your voice light with affection.
He nods at you, reaching into his wallet and digging out a five dollar bill, throwing it on the bar and ignoring your shouts of protest as he leaves the restaurant for the final time.
Later that evening when you check your phone after Yerim slides it at you from across the bar, you notice that Jaehyun still hasn’t opened your photo.
Surprisingly, though, you don’t care nearly as much as you expected to; with the thoughts of a very tall and handsome tennis player in the back of your mind.
Johnny comes by a lot more often after your first interaction, and you’re just a little too aware to pretend like you don’t know what for. He comes in, same bashful smile on his face as always, sits down, waits patiently for your attention, spends at least an hour or two chatting with you, and then leaving a five dollar bill on the bar.
Today’s no different, except that it’s been 98 hours since Jaehyun last spoke to you and you’re feeling antsy for attention.
“Johnny, hi!” You chirp out, leaping up out of your stool to walk over to the same section of the bar he always sits at.
“Someone’s a happy girl.” He snickers as he sits down.
“Yes she is, how did you know?” You tease, teeth sinking into your top lip.
“So what’s the good news? What’s got you so happy?” He says, smile painting his face. He thinks you’re cute.
“My favorite customer walked in.” You say, cheeky smile on your face as you look dead into his eyes from beneath your eyelashes.
He pretends to be touched, as his hand flies up to press against his chest in an overly dramatic way that makes you laugh and drop your flirty act.
“I have a proposal for you.” He leans in, eyes sparkling.
“What is it?” You blush.
“Let’s go swimming tonight!” He whisper shouts.
You tilt your head in confusion when you look up at him, “the pool closed at 4.”
“Not when you fucking own the pool, Y/N!” He leans in, eyes anticipating.
He’s so cute this way, and it feels really nice to be wanted when you’ve been getting ignored so obviously by the man you think you want.
It’s a no brainer.
“Let’s go!” You say after rolling your eyes and Johnny stands up on the foot bar of the stool, hands up in the air in victory.
You giggle as you swat a dry towel at his now exposed lower torso to encourage him to sit back down. Once he’s sat, he clears his throat and looks around with wide eyes in fake suspicion, and it just makes you laugh harder. For a moment your eyes meet as you two laugh, and it forces the butterflies in your belly to awaken and flutter in their cage.
He seems to have felt the moment shift too, as his smile falters for a second before going back to his wide grin.
“I’ll be back when you’re done.” Johnny says, grabbing his drink, tossing a five dollar bill on the bar, winking, and then quickly exiting the bar.
Two hours later, the bar is absolutely dead with zero customers in sight. You still have ten minutes to go of your shift, yet you’ve already completed all of your closing duties, just sitting by and waiting.
“Damn, what did you do to everyone?” The familiar voice shouts from the entrance of the bar and you smile. Finally, you think.
“You’re early, I still have a couple minutes to go.” You pout as he approaches the bar.
“Seriously? But nobody’s here. Let’s just go.” He draws out the ‘o’ sound, leaning his tall body over the bar to get in your face.
“Johnny, I’m not breaking two staff rules tonight.” You wave him off and he lets out a humph sound as he sits.
A mischievous smile then moves over his face as he opens a wallet, and hands you a twenty dollar bill.
You grab it between your pointer and middle finger and eye him suspiciously, “What’s this for?”
He smiles even wider, he’d wanted you to ask. “I wanna buy my favorite bartender a drink on the last ten minutes of her shift. Is that okay?”
You smile, waltzing over to the cash register and opening a tab. If Johnny wants you to enjoy your evening, who are you to stop him from making that happen?
Forty minutes and two more drinks downed, the two of you are finally tip toeing down the cobblestone path to the pool deck.
Johnny looks over his shoulder at you with a playful glint in his eyes as he hushes you.
“Whatever happened to ‘there is no closing time, I own the place!’?” You chastise, weak fists coming in contact to the back of his shoulder.
“I- oh shit,” he says, arm flying out to stop you in your tracks, but of course you drunkenly stumble right into his arm anyways.
He’s got a focused look on his face, and his chin is tilted up as if he’s listening out for someone. The coast is clear, obviously, when Johnny begins walking now with you two side by side.
“I may have fibbed about the no rules thing.” You roll your eyes at him in the dark. Of course he lied about it, you wouldn’t be here sneaking around after sundown if he wasn’t.
“No fucking shit.” you snap, but quickly dissolve into drunk giggles when he makes an offended face at you. He’s been doing that a lot lately, making you laugh uncontrollably and feel giddy like a little girl with a crush.
“Gimme your jacket.” Johnny says and you frown, immediately shaking your head no. The evening breeze is just a little too cold for your liking.
“Come on, I gotta get the gate open.” He whines, gesturing towards the locked gate in front of you.
With another frown on your drunk face, you shimmy your athletic jacket off your shoulders and hand it to Johnny, who quickly grabs the jacket by the two arm holes creating a makeshift hook. He uses his height to his advantage (and frankly, for your visual enjoyment) to lean over the gate and Macgyver the door to open with one swift pull of the jacket over the stem of the door handle.
The view is great, you must add. His t-shirt has ridden up a bit exposing a small sliver of his midriff and seeing him use his height so smoothly is making you feel weak in the knees. You can’t help it, you’re drunk and a very attractive man is being just so manly in front of your eyes.
When the door pops open, you let out a squeal of excitement and he laughs, pushing the door open for you to step in before him.
“So that tiny fib about no rules really was a big fib, huh?” You tease as you strip off the oversized tee shirt you were using as a coverup.
It takes him a moment to respond, he’s a little distracted by the sight of your body to have heard your teasing remark.
“I— uh, sorry?” He says, bashful smile on his face as he strips out of his own tank top, and approaches you with a flirty smile on his face.
He’s close enough to touch you, but he doesn’t, and that makes your breath catch in your throat. He’s got a look on his face that you don’t recognize, and that bothers you a bit, but you brush it off.
You’re the first to run away and plunge into the deep end of the pool, your ears filling with the roaring sound of your body splitting the previously still water. Before you even have the chance to notice the cool water causing goosebumps to rise on your skin, Johnny’s jumping in after you, sending suffocating waves in your direction.
You squeal again, swatting the water towards him when he resurfaces, and running away towards the shallow end so you can stand on your flat feet.
He follows you, of course he does, and soon enough he’s standing in front of you with his whole upper body exposed above the water. You aren’t sure how you’ve never taken long enough to notice his height before, but it’s definitely on your radar now.
“Hey.” He smiles down at you, droplets of water dripping down from where they had collected on the end of his long dark hair.
“Hi,” you whisper up at him. The tension from before is here again as you stare up at him. Like before, he’s close enough to touch you, and you desperately want to feel his hands on your waist, but he doesn’t. Too afraid of what this would mean, of where you are now and where things may be going.
Fuck, you think, you might like Johnny.
You’re a simple girl with simple emotions and simple responses to those emotions. So what do you do at this realization?
Well, you splash him right in his stupid handsome face, of course.
He retaliates almost immediately by stepping back and splashing you with far more aggression than you did with him.
“Hey, you’re not playing fair!” You scream as you swat blindly at the water, too afraid to open your eyes and get water in them. You’ve already got a mouth full of chlorine from the laughing you’re doing, you don’t want the stinging feeling in your eyes too.
“You started it!” He shouts from the other side of the pool, not letting up, even for a moment, for you to breathe.
“Truce! Truce!” You call out over the noise, stumbling over your own feet below the water, gently floating back until your upper back is resting against the cold and hard concrete edge of the pool.
He begins to laugh when he sees your panicked face, moving in closer to you to tease you up close.
“Man, you fucking destroyed me. How can someone be good at splashing water?” You exclaim, defeated.
A smile is still on his face as he slowly takes a couple extra steps into your space.
“Tennis, baby.” He says, exaggerating his point by mimicking a down swing, hand dipping below the water and splashing up at you again.
You let out a screech, “I called a truce!”
He just chuckles, hands coming up in defense as he steps in closer with a playful look on his face. His eyes dip down to the cleavage exposed by your bikini top, only for a moment, before flicking up to look into your (still panicked) eyes.
He doesn’t say anything as he reaches his destination, toes almost touching below the water. His hands come up on either side of you to rest on the edge of the pool, your faces nearly inches apart. If the cold water of the pool hadn’t cooled you off so much, you’d be blushing like crazy. Your heartbeat does pick up again as he looks down at you.
Is he about to kiss you? He looks like he wants to, and you aren’t sure if you’d have the willpower to stop him if he tried.
Jaehyun crosses your mind at that moment. Sure, you aren’t official, but you think you'd like to be. How would he feel knowing you’re having a late night crime date with the wealthy son of your boss?
With the unmistakable look of want that flashes across Johnny’s eyes, you feel yourself begin to crumble. If you had wanted your brain to go back to Jaehyun in this moment you aren’t sure you’d be able to, too entranced under Johnny's spell. How can you still smell his woody cologne even after he got wet? Maybe that’s just his natural scent. The prospect of that being true sparks a fire of desire in your belly.
He’s leaning in now, figuring he had given you enough opportunities to push him off and away from you.
Of course, as if the universe is sending you a message, you hear another voice pierce through and pop the bubble you’ve created with Johnny.
“Hey, what’s going on in there!”
You haven’t been able to get last night off your mind, pulling all of your best distraction techniques out.
You tried to speak to Doyoung, but he had told you that your credits for emotional support friend had run out for the month, so that was a bust. You had tried to focus on work, but today was slow with the weekend just around the corner. You had even resorted to scrolling on Instagram, but then an ad for a pool cleaning company had come up, and your brain went straight back to the almost-kiss that you and Johnny nearly shared.
You hadn’t tried one thing though, but you think it would be a pretty shitty method.
Fuck it, you think, Johnny had left you wanting the company of a warm body and you know just the person to text.
Y/N: hey
Y/N: its been a min
You sit anxiously, biting at your freshly done manicure. This was one way to get your mind off of him, overwhelming anxiety and anticipation.
Jaehyun: ik lol sorry. u kno how work gets
Thank God, you think as you type out your next message.
Y/N: can i come over tn? i wanna hang out.
He responds almost immediately. He knew exactly what you were asking him for.
Jaehyun: ya. see u then ;)
Having the plans solidified with Jaehyun doesn’t feel the way you had originally thought they would, a sneaking feeling of guilt coming up over you.
What’s gotten into you? It’s almost as if you’ve forgotten who you’re pursuing.
It’s still Jaehyun, right?
It must be, since he’s the guy who you’ve been going out with for weeks, and have cried endless tears over. Johnny is just a friend. A friend who almost kissed you last night, but ultimately just a friend. You shouldn’t feel guilty for continuing to pursue Jaehyun, he’s the guy you want.
At least that’s what you tell yourself.
The sky is dark when you finally pull up to parallel park in front of Jaehyun’s house. You’re nervous for some reason, your palms slick against your steering wheel. It’s even more embarrassing that you didn’t have time after work to change, so you’re sitting in your usual white tennis skirt and club branded polo shirt.
You can hear shouts when you first approach the door, the noise startling you so bad you question if going inside is even the right choice. You decide the best call is to just text him that you’ve arrived.
Almost immediately after you hit send, you hear a loud hushing sound and a voice whisper-shout, “Shut the fuck up! Haechan, shut the fuck up. I have someone at the door.” and then a chorus of teasing “ooh”’s from the other voices.
It makes you smile at the boyish charm of Jaehyun caring, and that’s how he finds you when he opens the door. He’s barefoot and wearing grey sweatpants and a white tee shirt with a stretched out neckline from years of wear. His hair is wet, and his eyes are drooping like he had been smoking.
“Hey, babe.” He says and invites you into the now quiet home. You follow him down the dark hallway until you finally see on your left is a living room full of 6 men, all splayed out on different mismatched pieces of furniture, some MMA fight playing on the TV. The stale scent of marijuana lingers in the air, reinforced by the big blue and green water marble design bong on the coffee table.
“We’ll be in my room.” Jaehyun addresses the crowd, and a loud response of ooh’s and laughter get thrown in your direction. Jaehyun pushes you gently towards the hallway to the right of you, and you hear snickering from Jaehyun and more hushed whispers.
“Ignore them, they’re fucking weird.” Jaehyun whispers in your ear from behind. You can’t help but agree, but wonder if he has the self awareness to know that he’s acting just as weird as they are.
His room looks exactly how you expected it to, with a king sized mattress sitting atop a tall box spring on the floor directly adjacent to the door, a dresser across from the bed with some Netflix show quietly playing on the large TV. There’s purple LED lights stuck unevenly to the perimeter of the walls.
From the moment that the door is shut and locked, his hands are low on your hips. Your heartbeat picks up in speed at the contact, turning around to face him.
“Hi.” He says, smug smile on his face as he leans down to kiss you. It’s a gentle peck, and it makes a blush creep up and land on your cheeks. You hope the dim lighting hides your color.
“Hey, it’s been a while huh?” You jab, hands coming up to rest the palms of your hands against his firm pecs. You can feel his heartbeat through your left hand, it’s steady and slow cadence contrasting to your fast and hard heartbeat.
He raises one eyebrow at you, his hand trailing down to grab at your ass, “Come on baby,” he growls out before nudging his way into your neck to press a warm kiss to the space next to your carotid artery. “Don’t be like that. You know I’m busy.”
You melt at the feeling of his tongue poking out and licking a small stripe up your neck, sucking in the skin immediately after.
Confusingly, Johnny crosses your mind, and the idea of him seeing you with a hickey on your neck embarrasses you so bad that you tell Jaehyun not to mark you.
“Boring, but okay.” Is all he says before grabbing you by your hand and leading you to lie down on his bed.
You’re putty in his hands the moment he has you both naked. His skillful hands, mouth, and dick take you down like you’ve never been taken before. You’ve never moaned that loud or experienced such pleasure at the hands of a man. It’s so good, it makes you wonder why you didn’t do this earlier, but then you remember that he’s never invited you over before.
He’s never wanted you here before now. That must mean something, right? That he waited until after you had already gotten to know one another before having sex with you?
That means he likes you and wants to take you seriously, right?
In the afterglow of your orgasm, your head lies uncomfortably on Jaehyun’s bare chest. You make quiet and unfamiliar chit chat with Jaehyun until you’ve both caught your breaths.
Although you just had the best orgasm of your life, the post-nut clarity is hitting you like a bus, his hands feeling too foreign around your body, now suddenly hyper aware of the smeared remains of cum on your back drying down.
“Hey, uh, I hate to be that guy but I have a really early meeting at work tomorrow so,” he says, cold hands tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Oh,” is all you say, suddenly feeling far too embarrassed of your naked body in front of the man, “do you want me to leave?”
He just frowns and takes a moment to read the look between your eyes before sighing loudly and looking away, his focus now taken by Money Heist playing on the TV near the foot of his bed.
“I don’t want you to leave,” he lies and you can see right through it with the way his arms are slowly letting go of you, and how he won’t look you in the eyes.
“I just have work, baby. You get it right?” He says, and you have no choice but to nod silently, ignoring the deep sting in your chest and the tightness in your throat. It’s odd that although the one thing you want to do is run, him asking you to leave makes it hurt.
You get dressed quickly and awkwardly as he lies on the bed, fishing a vape out from his bedside table drawer and taking a few big hits, eyes staring straight ahead at the TV.
“I’m gonna go now.” You whisper, one hand on the door in a silent beg that he would hurry up and get dressed to walk you to the door.
He looks over at you, charming smile on his face as he sits up and awkwardly crawls across his bed to sit on the edge in front of you, his soft dick on display. You’d find him pathetic if you weren’t under him five minutes ago.
He leans in and places a hard and emotionless kiss to your lips. His kisses now feel nothing like they did earlier today, and you wonder if post-nut clarity could really be this powerful.
“I’ll see you.” He says, eyes scanning your body up and down.
You roll your eyes the moment you’re not facing him, and walk straight out his front door, ignoring the whoops and hollers from his roommates who definitely heard you and Jaehyun.
None of them seem to mind that you’re unaccompanied, or as if they were expecting anything different. Then again, why should they care? Jaehyun never introduced you to them.
When you finally slide into the drivers side of your car, and your cold and wet panties make uncomfortable contact with the inside of your upper left thigh, the sensation alone is enough to make you burst into hot tears.
Later that evening when you’re lying in bed after a long, hot shower and a motivational phone call with Yerim, you send him a text.
Y/N: we shouldn’t see each other anymore.
Read: 2:46AM
Johnny finds you the next day crouching behind the bar with your forehead in your hands. You didn’t get nearly enough sleep last night, and you’re feeling hungover after the whirlwind of confusing emotions you’ve felt over the last couple of days.
“Tough shift?” He says, eyes glimmering with amusement as he looks down at you hiding behind the bar.
“The worst.” You say, standing up straight and grabbing a glass to make him his usual drink.
“Wait,” he says, hand grabbing your wrist as you go to pour the soda in the iced glass.
“I have something that might chill you out. Wanna join me when your shift is up?” He says and you smile, reading right through his invitation and nodding with an appreciative smile on your face.
The “thing”, of course, is a perfectly rolled joint. You can’t help yourself but smile at his playful look as he presents it to you as you both sit in the front seat of some random golf cart overlooking the sunset as it falls down over the man-made lake that is central to the entire property.
He sparks it up for you in the way only a gentleman does, laughing at your antics when you pinch your fingers in a silly way to urge him to pass the joint onto you.
After a couple of passes back and forth in silence, only the whooshing sound of the breeze and the occasional tapping sound in the background as golfers across the way tee off, Johnny opens the conversation.
“So, miss Y/N,” you ignore the butterflies that erupt when he says your name in that way, “what made today so difficult?”
Ah, that. Your fuzzy brain thinks. You aren’t quite sure yet if you’re ready to divulge the details of your failed fling to your blooming crush, but you know what they say, intoxicated words are sober thoughts. And he’s right here offering to listen in a way that your friends are too fed up with you to listen to anymore, so you decide to tell him.
“I broke things off with a guy I’ve been seeing for a while.” You decide to keep it short and leave out all the embarrassing details.
“Ah,” he says as he stretches out, his arm coming to rest on the seat back behind you, deciding to let the joint die out. His arm is not around your shoulder, but a part of you really wishes it was.
“He sounds like an idiot.” He says, eyes drooping as he gives you a silly high smile.
You scoff, “He’s not an idiot for not wanting me.” He’s an idiot for other reasons, but you aren’t willing to share that just yet.
Johnny looks away from you and back out to the sunset, “Nah, he really really is. You’re a catch.”
The butterflies in your belly erupt as you swallow, staring at the side of his face with no thoughts of what to say next crossing your mind.
“Thanks.” Is what you finally croak out, reaching for the dead joint sitting on the short dashboard in front of you. When you lean back to light the joint, there’s something blocking your back from hitting the seat.
You look over at Johnny, your shoulders brushing his elbow and forearm from behind you. He smirks and gives you a side eye before snaking his arm up so that it rests across your shoulder. You don’t say anything at the new warmth and weight of his arm on you, so you just smile into the joint as you bring the lighter up to the end.
Johnny clearly isn’t reconciled with your conversation, so he continues with his compliments. He's hoping with everything in him that you pick up on his hints so he doesn’t need to continue to be so bold.
“You deserve a guy that’s gonna stick around.” He says, grabbing the newly lit joint from your fingers.
You scoff once more, scooting over to be a little closer to him on the seat as he takes a long drag, letting the slight spring breeze carry the smoke away out of his lips as he exhales.
“Try just a guy to stick.” You say with a dry chuckle, “we weren’t even official.”
Johnny hums and nods his head in understanding, passing the joint back to you.
“You fuck him?” He asks, and you choke on your hit. Coughing out the smoke in an unattractive spittle.
“What did you say?” You ask, now facing Johnny fully in the seat, staring between his pink and spacey eyes.
“I asked if you had slept with him.” Johnny nods, speaking slower than before. He looks as if this comment is no big deal to him, like this is casual conversation between you two.
Before you even think about it, you feel the flirty words leave your lips, “And if I did?”
His eyebrows raise as he grins at you, suppressing a laugh. He had gotten exactly what he wanted, “Was it good?”
You break eye contact this time, looking over the lake, “Maybe.” You shrug.
“See that explains why a stunning girl like you would stay with a loser like him.”
You say nothing in response, choosing to stare ahead at the golfers across the lake, the oldest gentleman of the pack teeing up his very poor shot.
Johnny takes a pause before speaking an unwelcome comment, “You need a guy that’ll stick around and dick you down.”
You scoff out another laugh, looking at him again with a disbelieving stare.
“Oh yeah? Where would I find that.” You spit the last word with bitterness, head falling to look at the hangnail you had been picking at between passes of the joint.
“Here, actually.” You stare at him in shock before he clarifies further,
“Like... me. I’m offering myself up. Only if you want, I mean.”
It takes you a minute to process what he says before it finally hits you, and it hits you hard.
You’re usually the overthinking type, if that wasn’t obvious enough, but for the first time in your life you decide to finally make an impulsive decision. You owe it to yourself and your vagina, you figure.
When your lips hit his, it takes him a moment to process what you had just done, but soon enough he’s kissing you back with a passion that makes you moan embarrassingly against his lips. He’s a soft, yet passionate kisser, allowing you to show him the ropes before taking the lead and kissing you exactly how he likes.
He’s also a surprisingly dry kisser, choosing to wait longer than you usually would to use his tongue on you. Even after a couple of flirty swipes of your tongue across his bottom lip he doesn’t give in, choosing to show you his softer side first with the slow and meaningful passes of his lips over yours.
It’s like a switch gets flipped when he does finally decide to allow your tongue to enter his mouth. He grabs you instantly by the back of your neck and waist, and pull you closer into him as your tongues dance. You moan, feeling like putty already in his hold. You’re far too overwhelmed by the feeling of the best kiss you’ve ever been given to be even tempted to touch him yet, your hands sitting prettily around his neck, allowing the pressure and the closeness to be decided by him.
His hands fumble a moment before they find your hips, moving gently over your ass to grab a hold of the back of your upper thighs to situate you on his lap. The change in position gives you an opportunity to lean back and steal a look at the man beneath you.
When you had first met Johnny you had initially only recognized his handsomeness and not much else. That’s how it began, attraction and nothing more. Overtime, however, you’ve gotten to actually know more about Johnny than his regular drink order at the bar, and what began as a simple attraction slowly grew into genuine interest. So by being here, in the lap of the man that you’re interested in, aren’t you repeating same old mistakes?
Are you repeating the same mistakes you made with Jaehyun?
“Baby,” Johnny says, reading your expression after you had stared at him for a little too long.
You hum in response, still a bit caught up in your head.
“I’m not just trying to hook up here. Do you know that?” He says, hands leaving your ass to rest gently on your waist. You frown in response, shaking your head ‘no’ to his question.
“I told you before, you need a guy who can dick you down and stick around. I wanna stick around.” He says, an embarrassed smile resting on his pink cheeks.
“What?” You say in response, and he just lets his head fall back against the seat in frustration.
“I like you, okay?” Your jaw drops, “and I also want to fuck you right now. So can we do that?” You laugh in response, fingers threading to hold him by the back of his neck, leaning him slightly into you.
“We can definitely go do that.” You giggle and he quickly smiles, leaning up to press a quick peck to your lips before swiftly (and awkwardly) moving you off of him so he can start up the golf cart and drive you both, as quickly as possible, back to the lobby of the country club.
Johnny doesn't give you long to take in the sight of his luxury apartment before his lips are on yours again. He has the same passion from before, but slightly elevated. Like he had worked himself up on the drive over.
When he picks you up, and tosses you lightly down on his plush leather sofa, you notice something. The absence of purple lights. When Johnny later picks you up and carries you to his bedroom, you make another note. A bed with a bed frame and headboard.
When you both reach your peaks of pleasure, you don't feel regretful and dirty, you feel alive. When you step into the granite tiled shower, you don't feel gross, you feel giddy when he joins you. When you fall asleep with your head on his chest, you don't dream of Jaehyun, you see flashes of Johnny.
The next morning when Johnny walks you out to your car, kisses you on the forehead, and tells you to text him when you get home, an unmistakable feeling washes over you. 
The overwhelming feeling of something very big, and important beginning. 
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Jaehyun’s reaction to finding out about Johnny and Y/N
a/n: sorry there’s no actual smut, I decided at the last minute to drop both sex scenes for the overall plot and flow. if you’d like me to post the sex scenes as one shots lmk and I’ll get on it! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated :)
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stonedcoldfoxtarot · 1 year ago
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How will home life be with your FS?
Pick A Card inspired by Michael Imperioli’s home, decorated by his wife Victoria Imperioli.
From Left to Right:
Pile 1 -> Pile 2
Pile 3 -> Pile 4
Pile 1
4oW, Strength, 3oC, Devil, 5oW, 2oP, 3oP, QoC, AoS, 3oW (10oP)
Your FS and you will build a strong foundation of love and respect, which will make your home life quite strong and everlasting. Your casa will be the place where people gather to celebrate milestones and birthdays, host dinner parties with friends and family and enjoy life’s sweetest moments. Your guests will feel welcomed and at ease in your home as you and your spouse always make them feel special. People will love spending time with both of you.
In the beginning of your marriage or cohabitation you and your spouse may argue or have heated disagreements, which may be quick and explosive, especially if one or more parties has been drinking. However, due to your strong bond and mutual attraction you will quickly make up and get back to working together as a team. You both highly value this connection and the life you have built together. Being honest and forthright with each other helps to bring the long-lasting peace and stability your marriage was built upon.
If you are the feminine energy in this connection, you will be regarded as the matriarch of the family and the person who holds things together (in a positive way). You will be honored and exalted for your ability to turn the family house into a beautiful, cozy, and welcoming home. You and your spouse will work together to ensure your home life remains comfortable as you age, weathering life's storms together and creating a solid foundation for generations to come.
Pile 2
6oP rev, 3oP, Wheel of Fortune, 3oW, 2oW, QoW rev, QoC, Justice, QoP rev, KoP (Lovers)
The feminine energy in this marriage may have a very rigid set of expectations which could be due to this being an arranged marriage or a relationship based on mutual financial interests or complimentary lifestyles. They may have been raised to no longer work once married and expect their spouse to take care of them. They may even demand a certain standard of living and be quite particular about money, expecting "Designer everything.” This person will not accept anything less.
The male partner in this connection, who comes from a similar background, has worked hard and focused on building a nest egg to care for and spoil his wife and kids. He may have codependency issues himself but he also has his own set of expectations from his wife. He concentrates all his time and attention on expanding his empire or acquiring wealth and expects his wife to be dutiful and attentive to his needs in return. Despite not being the most romantic marriage on the surface this couple compliments each other quite well and has great potential to go the distance. The home they share, which is lavish and luxurious, will provide endless love and comfort to all who enter. The love between them grows over time and blossoms into something fulfilling and expansive. This arrangement is peaceful and ideal for both partners.
Pile 3
Chariot, 8oC, Emperor, 10oP, 2oW, 2oP, Star, 4oP, 10oS rev, 6oC (KoW)
I see that your future spouse, who you may have walked away from in the past, has never stopped loving you or holding out for your return. They have worked on themselves and are not the same person you once knew, and if given another chance they would make sure to do things differently. This person will make a wonderful spouse and provider who focuses on giving you the family life of your dreams. They will make sure that the home they buy for you will be enough to support your growing family with room to take in your parents as they age. Family is really important to this person, and they want you to see from their actions that they are planning to stick around for the long run. You or your FS might be a cancer.
Your partner will take care of you in this connection by picking up extra shifts or bringing in money through several revenue streams so that you can stay home if you want or need. They will anticipate your needs and make it happen without you even having to ask. They consider their biggest role in this lifetime to be your partner and best friend and will do whatever it takes to make you happy. Together, you will have a strong and everlasting home life.
I’m hearing “I would take the stars out of the sky for you, there’s nothing in this world that I wouldn’t do.” Listen to Only U by Karri to know how they feel.
Pile 4
3oW, 6oW, Fool, 7oS, 9oW, KoS, QoS, Devil, Empress, 6oC (4oW)
The King and Queen of swords came up next to each other indicating that you and your FS may be air signs or have prominent air placements in your charts. You are counterparts who will move together in unison. You and your FS will have a prosperous and successful relationship and home life and may even go into business together or be very ambitious in your respective careers while building a considerable nest egg together.
You both compliment each other well however one of you could be more impulsive and instinctive while the other prefers being strategic and taking their time. Nonetheless, both of you will strive to safeguard and nurture this connection above everything else. There is also a strong sexual chemistry between the two of you and your future spouse will be highly attracted to everything about you. If you are a woman, they will want to get you pregnant right away and the sight of you carrying their baby will turn them on even more. They will relish watching you grow into motherhood and will want to get you pregnant over and over again (with your consent, of course). You both might have a pregnancy kink though so I don’t see you stopping them lmao. Rest assured, whether you have a large family or it's just the two of you, your home life with your spouse will be happy, joyous and prosperous. You will lack nothing.
Thanks for reading🔮✨
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cinnbar-bun · 10 months ago
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Hello ~
Is it possible to request some general SFW/NSFW headcanons for Robin ? Your writing is so good and overall so wholesome it makes my heart melt. 🥺🥺
Have a nice day/night. ❤️
Nico Robin SFW + NSFW HCs
A/n: Aw, thank you for the lovely compliment dear. I hope you enjoy these <3
Note: Reader is GN. The hcs start off kinda angsty at first but gets nicer and happier (since we are dealing with Robin here). We as a society do not deserve Robin.
SFW
Robin is a very elegant and classy woman, and it’s no different when it comes to relationships.
She doesn’t like to push boundaries and often tries not to make too many “bold” moves in the beginning. She prefers to tread carefully when it comes to you, and she’d hate for her to be the one who hurts you.
Honestly it’s kinda difficult for her to express her insecurities in the beginning because she’s grown with the crew, but she feels as if she’s starting from scratch when you two are official. She worries she’ll mess up and hurt you, and then everything she’s done with the Straw Hats will have meant nothing and she was always the trouble everyone was warned about.
Please be kind to her, eventually she’ll fully realize just how much she has grown and that she’s not a devil. Just be verbal with her and tell her what you feel, and she’ll take note of your feelings and preferences.
Robin never really thought of romance in her life, always assuming it was a silly fantasy that would just end up getting her killed. Thus, she can get caught off guard when you do romantic things for her.
She prefers sentimental gifts for this reason. If you write her a poem, no matter how bad it is, she’s treasuring it. Give her an album of memories together? She looks through it almost every night and might decorate it more. When it’s handcrafted, it’s proof that YOU took the time to make something for HER. It’s proof that YOU did this and that YOU really are hers and a part of her life. Something that is so “you” makes her heart beat faster.
Surprise her with random dates or taking the initiative. Yes, I know Robin is the mom figure, and just like a mom, sometimes she needs a mental (and physical) break. If you go to her and say you have dinner reservations at a restaurant or want to take her shopping or to a cafe- the happiness and shock on her face is immense.
She's so used to doing things for others that “princess treatment” is so foreign to her and admittedly, she finds it’s very nice to be taken care of. Surprise dates every once in a while keep her on her toes and are another confirmation to her that you really love her.
But sometimes, it’s nice to just relax beside you. Robin is not too talkative in general, so often you two might spend time reading/doing something in the same room silently or cuddling each other. Robin really lets her guard down with you and it’s such a treat to see her smile so softly and that adoring look in her eyes too-
Side note: can you imagine Robin being so comfortable with you that she may just infodump about history or whatever she’s reading? Oh my god, the way she’s excitedly discussing a historical event or plant or something out loud because you just make her feel so safe until she realizes oops she’s rambling to you then looks up at you only to see you looking and listening at her because you love how happy she looks and how much she loves her job??? She just melts. (I’m melting too I love my wife)
Robin often tilts your chin to her and gives you a peck on your cheek then winks as she walks away.
NSFW
Y’all knew this Robin is ON TOP!!!
I don’t think she’d specifically have a mommy kink but if you called her that she’d chuckle and find it humorous and play along. It does grow on her after a while.
A tease. Truly, she will live up to her moniker of Devil Child with the way she teases you. Whether it’s whispering she’s not wearing any panties or is wearing a certain lingerie you like, or bending down to show off her assets to you, or straight up summoning a hand to touch you discreetly- she’s evil.
But, she is a very rewarding lover, and she, after hours (or what feels like hours) of hell, will finally give you the touches you so crave.
Loves adding sex toys to the mix. Her many hands are wonderful in teasing you further. She admittedly wanders into the sex shops to get something new for you guys to experiment with.
Lingerie isn’t something she wears often, so when she does, that’s a sign she really wants to fuck you or has something special planned for you.
Not a particularly hard dom. She prefers to spoil or at least just use some power dynamics. She won’t beat you black and blue or choke the life outta you- I doubt she would consider doing such a thing. It would take a lot to convince her to get “harder” on you if you are a big masochist.
She tends to leave plenty of hickies on you. But sometimes she leaves one that’s a bit more exposed to others. If you complain about it, she’ll apologize with a smile and say she just didn’t realize- but with the way she’s standing so proudly, it’s more likely she did it on purpose just to tease you again. She’s more possessive than she lets on.
So, we all know she uses her Devil Fruit to tease you. Extra hands and stuff to maybe hold you down or touch you elsewhere- it’s to be expected. Sometimes, though, she gets a bit experimental and (after the time skip) will summon another full clone of herself to get involved in your bedroom activities.
Doesn’t mind threesomes (beyond the ones with a clone of herself), and is willing to try them. Only thing is that they need to be a close confidant of hers, otherwise she’d feel rather awkward or uncertain about their motivations. (Who you want that third person to be is up to your imagination, dear <3)
Aftercare is lovely, and often consists of you two sitting in a bath together. She can’t use her powers in the bath, so this is another way of letting her guard down with you and showing you how much she trusts you.
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jiminsblondehair · 6 months ago
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│ 𝓳. jungkook ¦obsessed.
a/n: OMGEE im so nervous to post this bc it took a lot of work nd idk if I like itttt😞😞 lmk if there’s anything that needs fixing but here it isss!!
⋆ ࣪.✩ got this idea from a pin I saw on pinterest and thought I should write abt it!! first time writing so ntm..anyway enjoyy ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི
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it was a warm summer night with a light breeze, the sun was setting and there was a golden hue in your apartment, your vanity was cluttered with all your makeup. from primers and foundation to blushes and lash sets— you reapply your 5th layer of summer fridays pink sugar lip balm, and with one last good look in the mirror, you decide your ready to show your best friend taehyung your final look. “do I look okay?” you question, not so sure if the pink summer dress your wearing looked so good.
“you look stunning,” tae knew you had little self esteem so he had been trying to get it up by saying compliments and such. “now do a little twirl f’me doll.” he muttered, you spun around in a circle, your dress sparkling in the sun and your hair flowing. “got all your stuff?” taehyung asked, you checked your purse and grinned at him.
“yup! im all good” you replied, hugging him one more time before you say goodbye and go on your date.
“call me when its done, ‘kay?” taehyung whispered, stroking your hair while swaying you side by side.
you nod in response, glancing at the clock that read 6:30 on your bedroom wall. “see you tae,” you squeezed him a little before letting go, with one last glimpse of your best friend you close your apartment door and head out.
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the bell of the cafe door rang as you entered, you step in looking around for a pair of ebony eyes and thick jet black hair, you notice him waving his hand signaling for you to come over.
“glad you made it safe,” jungkook breathed out, his muscles relaxing as you embrace him in a hug. “thought you wouldn’t have made it”
“none sense! i wouldn’t bail out on you..” you mumble the last few words, but if jungkook wasn’t standing as close to you he wouldn’t have heard you. but he did.
you both sit down at the table and conversate for an hour or so, talking about how different life has been for the both of you since you’ve both started college. you may not have noticed but he had been studying your features while you were talking, like how you mess with your earrings when you talk—or how you reapply your lip balm after every 5 minutes. every little thing you did he noticed it all.
you both decide it was getting late and it was time for you to start heading back to your apartment, you knew you should call taehyung but considering the time..you didn’t want to disturb him. so here you are, having jungkook walk you home at 8 o’clock at night.
jungkook walks you up the stairs in front of your apartment, signaling that your guy’s date is over.
“thank you for today” you smiled, remembering the conversations you both had.
“anytime,”
you both study at each others features, you notice he does the triangle method which makes you giggle.
“what? do i have something on my face?”
“no,” you smile “you just look cute”
and without thinking you give him a peck on lips, while he stands there in awe.
you grin, “good night koo” and with one swift move you enter your apartment building.
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the next day you wake up to see you got a text from jungkook earlier in the morning.
kook 🎀: hey! i really enjoyed last night, i was wondering if you would wanna go on another date w me to the movies some time? i know it seems sudden but there’s just something about you…hope that didn’t sound too weird but I would really wanna get to know you more.
sent 5:15
you smile to your self and replied to him,
me: hey koo, sorry for replying late..I slept in😣 but I would love to go on another date with you!! just let me know the time and when :)
read 7:45
kook 🎀 hearted this message.
deep down you know what has gotten him obsessed… you’ve seen ratings about your summer fridays lip balm having men be addicted so thats the main reason why you bought it. later on in the day you go on the website and write a review,
‘kissed a boy the other day with this on and now he’s obsessed with me so like… run don’t walk��
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suprababka · 23 days ago
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"You're everything I could ever wish for"
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Happy birthday to @zombiefox89 (@soulsheen)!🥳💝
I hope I didn't mess up with time zones and you receive my mini-surprise exactly on your birthday, not sooner nor later!
Dear Zombiefox, I highly hope you'll enjoy reading a small fanfiction I wrote for you (and for other Zombieman's stans too)💕
I know we got closer to each other only this summer, but I count you as my friend. Moreover, not just a friend, but my first online-friend from another country :D
I thank you with all my heart for every like and comment you leave under my post. Your support always means a lot, and I appreciate it!🤗
I wish you nothing but the best (as cheesy as it sounds), not to be overwhelmed by your work and to have more free time for your hobbies, to take nice fun walks with your dogs, to participate in exciting adventures with your friends in D&D world and, of course, to find and read new stories with your favourite man ;))))
Happy birthday!!!🙌🤗🫶✨💗🎉🎊
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There are many things you love in your relationship with Zombieman (and about this man too). The way he looks, smiles, pays attention to every detail about you, supports you, surprises you with little gifts, gives you compliments... The way he loves and appreciates you.
He may come off as an emotionless person, but in reality, he cares a lot and is not ashamed of showing it. Though not anyone is "blessed" to see his affectionate side, only people who are close to him know how empathetic he is. For example, Child Emperor… and you. Especially you. The person who showed him he was able to love and, moreover, deserved to be loved.
That's something Zombieman will never take for granted. He cherishes every moment spent with you: watching a movie while cuddling on the sofa, running together under the rain, telling each other different stories before going to sleep, staring into your eyes and taking in all your beauty, cooking with you, or trying out different cafes. And today is no exception, as you're both sitting in the recently opened café.
"M-m, this looks amazing!" you exclaim vigorously, examining a large milkshake in front of you with whipped cream formed as a cat head.
Yes, you two decided to go to the cat-themed café. Usually Zombieman doesn't go to places like this since all he needs is a cup of coffee to go on with the life. But with you… something much more meaningful and energizing than coffee appears. It's your smile. The way the corners of your lips lift is a ticket straight to heaven for him. Really, he feels like nothing else matters. As long as you're happy, everything is fine. That's why the hero's main goal is to give you joy, to do anything in his power to make you laugh and beam.
While Zombieman is deep in his thoughts, you cheerfully tell him about your Friday and consume all of your drink in no time.
"Earth to my handsome boyfriend,"  you call out to him.
"Hm?"
"So you were not listening to me."
"Why? I was."
"Mm, sure. What was the last thing I said?"
"Well, 'What was the last thing I said', yeah?" he smirks, proud of his witty remark.
"Really funny and smart,"  you roll your eyes, making him chuckle and pat your head.
"I'm just messing with you, love. Though you're the one who does this in our relationship."
"Hehe, that's true. But I'm still waiting for your answer. Can't have my boyfriend slacking off now, can I?"
"Of course you can't. You were telling me about how hard your day was. I'm sorry everything went downhill, but what matters more is that you handled it. You did a great job, dear. I'm proud of you as always."
"Aw, thank you, honey! You're making me blush now."
"I wouldn't be a good boyfriend if I didn't flatter you, huh? But what I said was true."
"Of course it was,"  you kiss his cheek. "You know that I wouldn't want to be anywhere but with you right now."
"And that makes me happy. I feel the same way."
"Good, as you should do,"  you smirk. "Alright, let's get going, honey?"
"Yeah, let's head out."
It's already dark outside, and you two should probably go home, but you insist on taking a walk in the nearest park.
"There is a good spot to admire the sky,"  you reason, lifting up your finger and pointing to the appearing stars.
And of course Zombieman can't argue with you and accepts your offer, not that he minded it in the first place. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he begins walking with you. It doesn't take you long to reach the spot you were talking about. As both of you sit on the ground (the hero's arm is still wrapped around you to keep you warm), you notice that the sky is already full of different shining stars.
"Wow, so magnificent…" you comment; your voice sounds like you're hypnotized by the beauty of the view over you. That's quite understandable because Zombieman would act the same way as you do… if he wasn't already enamored by you, that is.
"Look! A falling star!" you suddenly exclaim, standing up and pointing at the sky. "Quick! Make a wish!"
Your boyfriend chuckles, amused by your enthusiasm, and stands up. He quickly glances at the star and returns his gaze back at you.
"You're everything I could ever wish for,"  the man says, patting your head. This makes you gasp and look at him with a flustered smile that Zombieman loves so much.
"B-baka! You can't just say things like that out of the blue!.."
"Oh, really? Didn't know there are specific circumstances to tell my girlfriend how I feel about her," as he finishes his words, you playfully jab his shoulder. "Ouch, what was that for?"
"For being a smartass. But just so you know… I feel the same way about you."
"And that makes the luckiest man in the world,"  he smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer against his chest. "So, then what did you wish for?"
You place a finger on his lips, smirking, "I can't tell you. Otherwise it won't happen, you know?"
"Right, of course. Guess we will have to see, huh?" he smirks, tilting his head and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Little did both of you know that you made the same wish: to be together forever.
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lonepantheress · 2 years ago
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opposites attract
genre: fluff (angst if u squint) + established relationship
pairing: han jisung x reader
wc: 864
a/n: i'm a slave to school, so i haven't posted as much as i'd like :( </3 trying my best to do that and get to some requests (which I'm so grateful for <3)
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In the beginning, nothing could have prepared you for the reactions that people had the most often when they heard who your boyfriend was. You liked the quiet, you were quiet, and you liked the time you spent the most when it was quiet time. Maybe that’s why when you told people you were dating Han Jisung, you were usually met with, “Wow? Really? I wouldn’t have expected that.”
It could be from the way that he would walk into a room and his presence was immediately known, or the way that if he laughed, everyone around him would laugh too. People would often use you two to justify their “opposites-attract” theory.
But, you both knew it wasn’t true.
As different as your outward expressions were, you know that you complimented each other’s personalities perfectly. And it wasn’t just in the way that Jisung would bring excitement and energy into your life, while you grounded and brought him a sense of calmness. It was in something farther below that surface. Something you’d only come to realize when you were really deep in contemplation. 
It was the way that he would make you feel like you were the most important person in the room. When you laughed, he did too. When you smiled, he did too. When you cried, he did too. 
It was the way that when you two were together, you would feel his fingers slightly hesitate before he held your hand. You would feel his lips freeze before he went to kiss you. 
When you sat down and vented to him about any little thing that bothered you on yourself, he’d cut you off and say, “I think you’re pretty.” 
And even though you’d laugh at him and roll your eyes a little bit, he wouldn’t laugh back because he wanted you to know he really meant the words he said. He wanted you to see what he saw, the things you couldn’t always see in yourself. 
It was the way that he would really listen to you. He would really listen because he wanted to remember everything about your voice. How it sounded when you would raise it and scream. How it would sound when you would only let out the quietest whispers and your most hidden thoughts. 
It was the gentle nudges he would give you to step out of your comfort zone because he loved seeing you be the center of attention as much as you liked seeing him in that position. Just enough to present a challenge that would make you grow, but never too much that would make you just break. 
Because he made sure that he gave you the room to be your most authentic self, no matter how loud or quiet that self may be. The way that he’d always look at you with so much love and adoration, never asking for anything in return.
It was the way that you showed him you felt the exact same way.
The way you provided a space where he could just be. Without the need to perform or entertain, where he could just let his guard down and exist. Where he could sit in silence with you for hours, not needing to say anything to understand one another. Or where you could laugh at each other’s jokes so hard your cheeks hurt and tears are spilling down your face.
It was the way that you didn’t need him to be perfect, and you constantly reassure him that you accepted all of his quirks and flaws. How those were the things that made you love him the most. The way you didn’t mind when he wouldn’t text you back. The way you’d say, “I think it’s cute when you snore.” 
The way you’d pester him to try something new, and when he’d be stubborn you’d bat your eyelashes and he’d give in every time. How you didn’t mind when he would talk a bit too loudly, or when he would cut you off in the middle of a sentence.
It was the way that he could talk to you about nothing. How you could give him introspective thoughts on something totally trivial. And then he’d throw the prompts at you on purpose because he loved to sit and listen to anything you had to say.
How despite your differences in temperament, you always took the time to find things you could enjoy together. How you could sit in your room and listen through entire albums, binge-watch shows and movies, finding new ones together.
It was the way that, even at your quietest, you would jump to his defense in a heartbeat. Even at your quietest, you’d scream to tell him you love him. Even at your quietest, you’d never stay quiet when it came to him.
So when people gave you looks of surprise or made comments about how different you two were, you’d smile and shrug it off because you knew you weren’t so different at all. You knew that what you two had was deeper than surface-level differences. You complement each other in ways no one else was able to, and that was what mattered most.
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mitsubinyuri · 16 days ago
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Fuck it, I'm bored.
Here's why YOU should ship Lornatz !!! 💚💜
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(A needlessly long analysis)
(Note: I will be using she/they pronouns for Ignatz and he/they/she for Lorenz here because of my personal headcanons)
1) canon dynamic
I'll admit there isn't a whole lot of material for these two. We have a C-B support in the FE3H base game and an A support in Three Hopes. In their base game support, it's kind of similar to a few other Ignatz supports: Ignatz does something demonstrating her art talent/good aesthetic eye and then the other character glazes her for like 2 supports and they're like "omg haha what do you mean 😳😳 haha me really? thanks I guess..." On Lorenz's side, it's similar to a few of their other supports as well.
The support itself doesn't seem like anything special at first glance- just another case of Ignatz being all bashful and Lorenz does his "it is a nobles duty to provide guidance to those who need it" thing. Lorenz offers to take Ignatz as a knight into Gloucester service so that Ignatz may both become a knight, as her parents want, and have time to paint and work artistically.
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Now, most of what I consider the substantial part of their canon relationship takes place in the spin off game. Lorenz and Ignatz's A support, given to them in Three Hopes, is a direct follow-up to the events that occurred in their C and B supports. Despite Three Hopes taking place in a different timeline, it is clear that the same general events of their storyline have taken place, and as the war begun, Ignatz has become a Gloucester knight. Regardless of route, at some point during the story, Lorenz will take up their father's place as Count Gloucester (more like Cunt Gloucester am I right cus they slay)
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Now, you aren't able to unlock Lorenz and Ignatz's A support until after the game's short timeskip. After said timeskip, when everyone returns to the camp, you can talk to Ignatz, who will inform Shez that they had been traveling with Lorenz for the last few months. (At least I think I am remembering this correctly. Ignatz's camp dialogue is not fully filled in on their wiki quotes page.)
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Finally, during their A support, Lorenz walks up to Ignatz, who is admiring the view. They begin to talk, and Lorenz comments on how Ignatz has grown and improved herself over the years-- from a bashful little merchant's child to a skilled leader in their role as a general in the army.
(Hubert also makes a similar comment when you fight and recruit Ignatz in Scarlet Blaze, saying something like "that ploy was very smart, we must be up against a talented commander" after Ignatz's trap is sprung. Ignatz basically says "wh-who? Me? 😳😳" after that and it's the funniest thing ever.)
Anyway, tangent aside, Lorenz compliments Ignatz's growth and also says some... definitely not gay things. (Literally one step away from calling them beautiful)
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Lorenz then comments on the fact that Ignatz seems to be much happier now, compared to when they were just staying in Gloucester territory.
Ignatz reveals that the reason they have been feeling more alive is because they had been painting scenery that they viewed along their travels. The moving from place to place for various War Things(tm) may come with the unfortunate duties of battle (which Ignatz does not particularly enjoy), but still has the core travel element that Ignatz desires in their life.
It is at this point that Lorenz aplogizes. They feel as though their offer to take Ignatz into their service all those years ago was actually wrong, as what Ignatz really wanted to do was travel. In her mind, it was another Classic Lorenz Moment where she forces unwanted "help" onto someone because of perceived Noble Duty. Lorenz expresses profound regret for that action.
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Ignatz responds to this by saying that Lorenz doesn't have anything to be sorry for. In fact, Ignatz meets Lorenz's guilt with gratitude for the experience they had working as a knight-- although parts of it were unenjoyable for them, it was an essential experience to them growing as a person, and it colored their perspective on life in a very real and good way.
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2) analysis
Now, after my long ass summary, we move on to the deeper parts of their relationship. As a dynamic, it's not too complex, but it has enough to it for it to be interesting.
One of Lorenz's key traits is her outlook on life, mainly influenced by her father, saying that it it the duty of nobles to wield their power responsibly to help the common people. This worldview can sometimes cause conflicts in their supports (particularly, Leonie comes to mind) and due to FE3H's support system's limitations, it never really changes when it comes to how they act during the actual storyline.
This is a complaint I have with FE3H's writing but not particularly relevant to this post. And I actually think that Lorenz's Ignatz support is one of the better ones regarding this, in that Lorenz doesn't just make an "exception" from their worldview for one specific character. Lorenz regretting her original offer due to feelings of guilt around her perceiving her actions as causing unhappiness feels more natural and personal, and doesn't make it seem odd when she still says her weird, mildly problematic things about class that are baked into the main story's script.
One of Ignatz's main traits is being unsure of herself and feeling resigned to a future she knows she won't enjoy just to please her parents. In many of her supports, the latter of the traits is just addressed by her support partner saying "okay but just be an artist lol" and then her saying "okay maybe" and becoming one in whatever paired ending. Sometimes, it's not even really brought up, and her persuading her parents to let her be an artist is an afterthought in her ending card.
With Ignatz and Lorenz's supports, Ignatz actually undergoes a meaningful journey in figuring out their future. I'm not saying their other supports are bad-- I enjoy them all, and they're all unique and fun in their own ways. But in terms of addressing Ignatz's worries about their future, one of their defining traits, they can be hit or miss. I think that Lorenz's support with them is the best for this, in that is fully paints a picture of a years-long journey for Ignatz to figure out their place in the world. I truly think that this support does a lot for both of their characters.
3) fandom potential
OOH! On to the fun part: what about fanfiction? Fanart? Roleplays?
Well, I have good news for you. This ship is ESPECIALLY rich in fan material potential. As this post is already getting a little too long, I'm going to just put a bullet point list of compelling fic/art/rp ideas below.
It's finally time for Ignatz to leave Gloucester service, following their A support. Lorenz is sad and in his heart wants her to stay, but doesn't want to be an asshole when he knows Ignatz would be happier traveling.
Lorenz realizes, a year or two into Ignatz working as a knight for her father, that she is DOWN BAD. She tries to be smooth with gifts and flowers and such, and Ignatz knows the general usual connotations of such gestures but can't get herself to believe Lorenz would like her like that and tries to fight off her own crush that's now starting to develop.
Years after Ignatz leaves Gloucester service, they return to visit Lorenz and possibly paint something around the area (the gardens? Countryside? Lorenz himself?) Both of them see each other for the first time in years and mutually begin crushing on one another.
Cute few panel comic thing where Ignatz is painting in the courtyard and Lorenz looks down at them from their room (with gay intentions.) Ignatz looks up in passing, sees them, and waves. Then Lorenz is all ehadhahrhshshshs.
Also they're both transfem guys trust...
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That's it! I hope I've convinced at least some of you!
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hobiebrownismygod · 9 months ago
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I think I asked this one before but I never knew if it got answered.
may you make a fic with hobie of how the reader is a villain and used hobie to (idk reason, kill him, invade the spider society, idk!!) and like no fluff, reader is pure evil and hobie had the most trust he ever had in someone just broke? 🙏🏽❤️
Hiii sorry this took me so long, but I hope you enjoy it! This is definitely different from what I usually write, but it was fun to try out a new kind of prompt! Thank you for requesting <3
EASY ☆ Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader ☆ MASTERLIST ☆ TAGLIST
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He was so, so easy.
It was so easy to convince him to let you into his house, his life, his heart. In fact...you really hadn't expected it to be so simple.
Compliment him a little, bat your eyes at him, tell him you think he's handsome, kiss him a few times, and he was already head over heels for you. You couldn't blame him, but it was funny.
To you of course. Not to him.
But it wasn't like he knew that you'd been lying to him. That you didn't really love him. You didn't really want to be his and for him to be yours.
No what you wanted was that watch. The watch that would guarantee you access to every dimension in the multiverse.
That was the end goal.
And that was why you were here.
Stretched out on his bed, lying next to him with a coy smile on your face, tracing his nose and lips with your fingers while his eyes fluttered open, a soft yawn escaping his lips.
"Mornin'" he said gently, a smile on his face as he leaned in to kiss you. "Morning" you replied with a laugh, kissing his cheek before snuggling up into his arms again. "How'd you sleep, baby?"
"Amazing, but only 'cause you were here" he murmured, burying his face in your hair, sighing under his breath. He felt safe, happy, which was perfect. For your little plan.
You'd only been "dating" him for a week or two, but he'd already opened himself up to you completely. Telling you how much he loved you, how you made him feel, calling you pretty, beautiful, love, darling, every pet name in existence it felt like he'd exhausted on you.
And it was entertaining, watching his expression slowly fill with admiration and love whenever you walked by, the corners of his eyes crinkle just slightly when you sauntered over to him to press another one of your gentle kisses to his forehead, tracing the slight folds of soft skin and the coarse yet gorgeous hair lining his head.
Your eyes never filled with the same love or affection, with only a fake, mock version of it to keep him content, to keep him under your control.
Easy.
It'd been even easier for you to figure out where he was keeping his watch. You couldn't just steal it. He always had it on his wrist, or close enough to keep his eye on it. He was cautious, but not cautious enough.
He'd let you in close. Close enough. More than close enough.
"Mmm." You murmured, kissing his lips gently. "You look tired."
"I am tired" He replied with a grin, holding you a little tighter. "There was a hell 'f a lot going on yesterday. Nearly got m'self killed" he grumbled.
"Aww, poor thing" you cooed, kissing his cheek. "Are you okay?" Your finger absentmindedly went down to his wrist to fiddle with his watch, your doe-like, understanding eyes fixated on him.
He seemed to notice this, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "What're you doing?"
"Hmm? I'm not doing anything" you said gently, making sure to soften your touch on his wrist. "I think you're tired. Look at your lips, you're so dehydrated" You said gently, using your other hand's thumb to trace along his mouth. "Let me take care of you"
"Huh-" He tried to sit up but you pushed him back down with a kiss to his forehead, reaching towards your counter to grab a glass of water you'd already left there before. "Drink."
He looked as though he'd protest for a moment, a cautious expression on his face. "Come on" you coaxed, pushing the glass into his hand.
His expression knit together before he relaxed, letting his guard down and accepting the glass with a sigh. He trusted you.
That was a mistake.
As he pressed his lips to the glass, you felt your smile widen just slightly, gaze fixated on him as he drank down in small sips, more thirsty than he'd let on.
When done, he wiped the corners of his mouth with his knuckles before pulling you in for another kiss. You quickly dodged this, pressing your finger to his lips for a moment to stop him.
You couldn't let him kiss you. Not now.
"Hmm?" he questioned, kissing your cheek instead, the arm that was hooked around your waist slacking slightly. "Wha-oh-" He let out a quiet groan, grabbing onto his forehead. "Fuck, how long's that water been sitting out?" He asked quietly, coughing.
"Not long, not long" You replied, removing his arms from around you and standing up next to the bed.
He laid back, groaning quietly as he held his forehead. "What're you doing?" he asked confusedly, trying his best to keep his eyes open.
"Nothing important." You grabbed onto his wrist, fingers playing with the dials of his watch. "Just looking."
"love-" he tried to pull his wrist back but it felt too heavy falling limp as your hands held it up. "What's wrong, Hobes? You feeling okay?" You asked with mock concern, leaning in slightly. "Feeling dizzy?"
"What did you do?" He asked, his eyes beginning to flutter as he struggled to stay awake.
"Nothing too dangerous. Just a simple roofie." You replied curtly, fingers hooking onto the latch of the watch and slowly beginning to pull it off.
HIs eyes widened for a moment and he blinked, breathing beginning to speed up. "W-why?" he croaked out raspily.
"Because its fun. I've never been to another universe before" You said absentmindedly, taking the watch in your hands and inspecting it as you took a step back.
He attempted to reach his arm out towards you again, but it wasn't working.
As much as you enjoyed watching him struggle, you knew you had to get out of here soon. After all, who knew how long it would take before his spider powers overtook the drugs?
"I think that's my cue to leave" You said with a wink, taking his hand in yours. "For what's its worth, this was a fun couple of weeks" you whispered, pressing your lips to his palm, eyes making contact with his.
"Don't-" he whispered, eyes beginning to fill with tears, "please don't go"
"Don't. It's not a very fun word, is it? I've never liked it when people told me "don't" do something. And I definitely don't like it now." You let his hand fall limp, hanging over the edge of the bed.
"And the word "please" has never stopped me either. Sorry, Hobes." you said with a grin, turning the dial on the watch.
He let out a quiet sound of pain, forcing himself to try to sit up to no avail. He could feel himself drifting off to sleep, knocked out for who knows long, and all he could do was watch as you opened up the orange portal he'd seen so many times before.
"Catch you on the flip side" You gave him a cocky little salute before falling back, the portal disappearing only a few seconds after you.
You left Hobie alone in the room, lying back on his bed, with his last memories being your cruel smile and the smell of you coating his bedsheets.
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foxluvrz · 14 days ago
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10/17/24
holy CRAP bro. so i just got back from my parent-student conference (basically where like the student puts together a portfolio to show what they've been doing in school to their parent), and oh my fuck that couldn't have gone worse. i'm actually going to throw up i tell you! throw up! so uhm i'm just going to explain real quick on how ot started out pretty well and then escalated to extremely and incredibly awkward in my opinion.
so i went through my presentation and what not in 🐢's homeroom because that's the room we signed up for me to do mine in, and right as i finished, 🐢 walked in. i thought it was a bit awkward at first that he walked in right as i was finishing up, but it actually wasn't that bad, especially considering the fact that my parents have already met him when he taught my 7th grade year. he was talking to them about how well i do in class and he said that he's happy to have me, especially compared to many of my other classmates. he was talking about how he thinks i'm a joy to have in class and i was genuinely trying really hard not to smile because like it's extremely hard to accept like positive remarks/compliments about me from another person. 🐢 also talked and compared my behavior from last year to this year, and talked about how i have seemed to really open up my personality in class and in general this year. (which i DEFINITELY have like i was actually pretty awkward/nervous in class last year especially around 🐢, and i've tried really hard to improve and work through my anxiety and it's really made a difference in my life :D). 🐢 alsi talked about how i have been eager to do stuff and help this year, and how he was really happy that i decided to join an after school thing he helps coach. I thought he was really sweet and honestly like i'm really happy and proud of how i've been soing this year, especially reagrding my relationships with my like clsssmates and just people in general! :3
ANYWAYS--my parents weren't present during open house so they didn't get to meet 🦔 or mrs W (🐬), so my mom wanted to meet them both during this. We went to 🐬's room next so they could meet her, and honestly she's really sweet. she talked about how i do in class, and though i'm not attatched to her really in any way, she's soso nice and i actually LOVE her as a teacher! thiugh i find it really funny because she was like; "mia tends to ask the right questions, often asking ones that her classmates could not comprehend asking or coming up with" which using the word 'comprehend' is actually WILD but really freaking funny and sweet towards me atleast lol. she also talked about my art and what not and about how whatever profession i'm planning on going into she's sure i'll succeed, but im like actually horridly horrible at taking compliments so like it was a teensy bit awkward X3! but i do really like her, and i'm happy to be in her class.
uhmm soo 🦔.. actually horrific. so we were waiting in the hallway cuz he was talking to another fsmily and when they left we were gonna go in but he fucking came out into his doorway which may seem like it doesnt matter or change anything but to ME it just made things a teensy bit worse (i was already nervous as fuck to see this man without any of my friend around). but erm anyways we went into my room and my mom introduced herself and as SOON as 🦔 opened his mouth to speak my baby brother got a bit scared and my stepdad had to take him into the hallway qwq and that itself just proves this guy's intimidating but hes like hot intimidating I DONT EVEN KNOW MAN. but uhm whenever im ariund him my brain kinda just fizzles out so i dont remember much except of how awkward it was and this like strange eye contact we kind of had. while he was talking about how i do in class to my mom he was just staring at me the entire time. i normally like eye contact but with him it's a different story. i mean, i was standing directly next to my mom because whenever i'm nervous i stand close to people, but i could DEFINITELY tell that he was staring at me and not her despite the fact that he was talking to her and that made me like, curious? i dont know. but other than that there wasn't much until he pointed out where i sit in class (dead middle and front of the classroom) and he talked about how he annoys my friend and I with his brainrot and stated that we apparently talk brainrot back? to which i argued about, but i think i just made a fool out of myself because i was talking extremely fast due to my nervousness and embarrassment. it was kind of strange though, because he appeared like i dont know, content? he's very like, idk, the just overall vibe/expression i get from him is just, hard. it's difficult to read and explain, i'm not sure.
but funny story; when i got into the car my mom turned around and was like "okay nevermind now i know why you find 🦔 scary" 😭💀
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samarecharm · 2 years ago
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I love seeing the kitty post again bc it reminded me of an incredibly old hc of mine. Akira is like “(whispering)Ann. There is no way in fucking hell i am letting you strip naked in front of someone we dont know and dont trust (yusuke). Like that is just not happening.” And theres like a beat before akira is like. Out loud- ‘Let me do it instead.’ Which Yusuke immediately agrees too
Bc Akira 1) literally has to go to the bathhouse nightly bc the cafe does not have a convenient shower in its tiny washroom; he does not care in the slightest about stripping in front of anyone. 2) Ann JUST joined this team, and she is automatically placed in the position of ‘family i want to protect’; he would never forgive himself if something actually happened to ann, even if he thinks Yusuke is at worst, an eccentric little man. And 3). Yusuke is pretty 👉🏾👈🏾 he is so pretty and he wants to hang out w the w pretty boy and talk to him :) and if Yusuke spends the whole time complimenting Akira and his body that is an extra bonus
His acting is way better than Anns, and so some time during the painting, hes like !! ‘I think i heard something’ and rushes to get his clothes on in a very believable fit of panic. And its enough to make Yusuke believe Madarame came home early, which in turn makes HIM panic (which makes akira SO upset; that is not a look he wants to see on Yusuke ever again). And as Akira is running around trying to find a way out (finding the Door blocking them in the palace), he spots Mona struggling w the door and NEARLY freaks out.
“Is there a back door somewhere? I wont be able to jump out of a window and I dont want to bump into him trying to leave through the front.”
“N-no there isnt,” Yusuke says, stammering a bit “but you can just stay in my Room until he settles in-“
“Will he NOT check your room?”
Yusuke looks VISIBLY distressed. “Yes. I-I mean, no, he may search my quarters, but he will most certainly check THIS room; its safer to be caught in my room than for us to be caught in this one.”
And Akira is like. Why is that? With the facade gone, Yusuke will admit later down the line that he was more scared of Akira in that split second than the possibility of confronting his sensei. “You live here. Youve lived here for years? And Madarame has a room that, if you walk into it, is a death sentence in your eyes. Because you know thats not outside the realm of possibility.”
Yusuke sees Morgana behind Akira w a little pick in his mouth and he can hear the door creaking open.
“Yusuke. You know this.”
He refuses to comment.
Suddenly, Akira hears Real footsteps. Ones that he is sure belongs to Madarame. And its different when hes Pretending to run for his life, its another when he KNOWS hes in danger.
“Morgana. Inside.”
Yusuke sees the cat scamper inside the room before he feels Akira grip the front of his shirt and yank him inside, past the decorated door.
Akira is already on his phone, searching for the app, when Morgana pulls the string to illuminate the room. He sees the paintings. And he can see that Yusuke has seen them too. Hundreds of them lining the walls. Copies upon copies upon copies upon copies littering every inch of this room.
When Madarame comes in, he gives some half hearted excuse, and when Yusuke sees through it, threatens them. Akira, not keen on having Yusuke hurt(and NOT keen on having this boy yelled at), drags him by the hand outside of the room, away from the screaming and onto the streets. He says “trust me, please” and before Yusuke can nod his head, hes falling.
Ann thinks its so funny. Ryuji rushing to catch Yusuke as he plummets into the palace, and hes like “WHAT. You are Not Akira,” as he puts him down. Followed by Akira himself crashlanding into Yusukes arms. Hes visibly shaking, but hes a mix between scared shitless and unbearably giddy.
“Hey. You trusted me.”
“I dont think I had much of a choice, if I am being honest.”
And Akiras like youre right. You really didnt. But I promise you, starting now, you will have a choice. I want to help you, I want you to have agency in your life. And its really scary taking that first step (punching shido, standing up for someone else. Confronting your abuser, standing up for yourself) but im going to make sure its worth it. I swear to god im going to make sure its worth it.
And like. TBH. Akira cant help himself. Hes a sucker for pretty faces. And unfortunately for him, fate has put every fucking pretty face with a sob story in his path and he CANT just leave them there !
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iheartchv · 10 months ago
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If you were still doing COD matchups, I would love one if it's not too much trouble.If not, no worries, can just say I love your stuff so far and keep up the good work!
Thanks so much if you have the time for it, but thanks either way if you're too busy! Cheers!
I'm a big fan of Soap, Ghost, Roach, and Keegan, but if any other characters stand out to you, I'm down!
I'm a 5'2 plus-sized woman working on getting my master's degree in writing and editing. I'd love to be an author and maybe a professor or documentarian someday. I love reading, photography, cooking/baking, and while I'm too poor to travel right now I'd love to do it in the future! I'm a history buff, a gamer, and a literature nerd that is laughably full of trauma/CPTSD but I'm doing alright so far.
My friends lovingly call me a "doormat" because I'm too nice, but really I just like to give people a chance and avoid snap judgements. I'm a very patient person and I think long and hard before making big decisions, although I can also be prone to impulse buys and jumping into things to avoid giving myself the chance to psych out.
I've often been told that I'm a very stoic individual with flat intonation, making me often look angry or bored even when I'm having a good time. I'm the kind of person who really comes to life when I'm with people I care about or talking about the things I'm currently fixated in. It always shocks people when they speak to me and I'm comfortable enough with them to joke around and let my "weird energy" out. I once crawled on my friends floor in college pretending to be a French tortoise because she said that I smiled like a koopa troopa when I was being devious. Je suis un tortue... She never lets me forget.
I also have a tendency to laugh hysterically when stressed or flustered and it has been described as sounding like a "maniacal drugged up clown."
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// thanks ^^ I hope you like your matchup~
🤔hmmm... I match you with...
Keegan P. Russ
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I think you'd be paired with Keegan
He may be quiet but with the right person he shows another side of him
That's where you come in
One night, you were being followed by someone
Luckily Keegan happened to be nearby and told the guy to scram
When he turned around to you, were met with the most gorgeous blue grey eyes... on such a handsome face
"You okay?"
"Yeah..." you'd give a nod
His voice made your heart jump and skip a beat
He offered to walk you home the rest of the way
He notices that you're carrying a book bag, figured you were probably a college student
"What're you studying?"
You tell him what your plans were for college and the future
Whether he was interested or was just listening to you, it felt nice to talk to someone
There was something about him you couldn't ignore....
He asks for your name, and he tells you his
You got so carried away with talking that you didn't realize you were home
He stops at your doorstep
You thanked him, trying not to show how bashful you felt
He just small smiled and replied,"Good night, miss", watching you walk inside before leaving
Every now and then you'd run into Keegan and he'd give you a smile that made butterflies tickle in your belly
For a local magazine/newspaper, there was a short story section that was looking for monthly stories to be submitted
You took the chance and wrote a short story, Keegan being your inspiration
The way you described the male protagonist had same features and qualities like Keegan... except the name was spelled different
When it was published, and after many compliments from the townspeople and your friends, Keegan read it
The story you wrote wasn't too far from the life he lived being a part of the Ghosts
Since then Keegan started getting close to you
And you didn't mind that at all
As he got to know you, the more silly side of you, he couldn't get you off his mind
He's falling for you...
After telling you his feelings for you, you happily accepted him
Because after knowing more about him, you had fallen for him, too
Now you two are inseparable
Some would say a "cute couple"
Keegan loves having you in his arms
He loves holding you, giving you kisses all over, just being so loving
He's so warm and caring
He didn't care if anyone would make fun of him
All that mattered was you and your happiness
His love gift would be acts of service
He'll do things for you: give you a massage, help you get comfy after a rough day, etc.
If he feels that something is bothering you, he wants to know
"Come on, sweetheart. You can tell me anything"
When your sad, or break down in tears, he will hold you and rock you gently, speaking in a soft, slow voice:
"It's alright. I got you, my love. I have you..."
He'll kiss and wipe your tears away
"You're always safe with me" he'd assure you
"I'm always here for you"
He swears to protect you with his life
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If you'd like a love letter from Keegan, or other COD characters, check out my Valentine event💗
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amoremagnificentbastard · 2 months ago
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Writer Interview Game
I think this one has been my favorite tag game yet. Thank you so much for the tag, @gilded-glitter!
When did you start writing?
I wrote the most cringeworthy American Revolution-era "romance" you've ever seen I think when I was about eight or nine? I don't remember exactly. Eventually I transitioned to writing fanfiction when I was thirteen, and I posted on FanFiction.net until life just got too hectic and my writing world narrowed to academic papers and poetry I scribbled down during writing club meetings in undergrad. I've been an avid fanfiction reader that whole time, though -- I may not have had the time, energy, or motivation to contribute, but there have been many fanworks I've enjoyed immensely and reread multiple times over the years. Especially once I found the good stuff on Ao3.
Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?
I really like fictional works written in the style of a diary. I find it highly unlikely I will successfully write such a work (besides my own journals, of course, although I've gotten out of my journaling habit. Sigh).
Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?
I am going to be so real right now: it has been ages -- and I do mean actual years -- since I have read any books aside from academic works and fanfiction. It's sad, but it's true. If someone compared me to @aevallare, @shewhowas39, @kittenintheden, @bardic-inspo, @atsadi-shenanigans, or any other of my favorite fanfic authors, I'd take that as an extremely high compliment.
Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?
I don't have a desk, so most of the time I write on my laptop while sitting on my bed. When my parents aren't home I like to write at the kitchen table. (Obviously I can't write there when they're home because I'm not going to risk my parents walking by, looking over my shoulder, and finding, you know, smut.)
What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?
Funnily enough, most of my recent ideas that I really like have come to me while I'm daydreaming in the shower. Another helpful thing I do is take a walk, talk to myself, and work out dialogue that way.
Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?
It depends on which part of my life we're talking about. In my teenage years my fanfiction was very much centered on found family and the idea of sacrifice for a higher purpose. My poetry in college was centered on unrequited love. None of those threads surprise me in the slightest. I'm guessing that this time around the found family thread will likely appear again, but I'm not sure what other themes might appear alongside it. And that supposition might just be wrong anyway. I'm simply here for the ride -- I'm excited to see what emerges.
What is your reason for writing?
I write so I can live vicariously through the characters I write about.
Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?
Any that quote a line or passage that stood out to and/or explain why the work was meaningful to the commenter. But any and all comments are extremely motivating.
How do you want to be thought about by your readers?
I just hope my writing makes readers feel something. If I can get readers to care about the characters involved the same way I care about them, then I'll consider myself having done a good job.
What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?
I think I'm good at timing -- knowing when I can spend time on a specific moment and when I should keep things moving. (I would much rather a reader answer this question, though.)
How do you feel about your own writing?
There will always be someone better than me. But I don't think my writing sucks, so there's that at least.
When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?
I write for me. Do I want readers to enjoy it? Absolutely. But at the end of the day, this isn't writing I'm going to submit to a publisher or put in a portfolio. So I write what I want to write, purely for my own enjoyment.
No-pressure tags for @shewhowas39, @bardic-inspo, @locallegume, and @nyx-knox!
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willxmeyers · 1 year ago
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down the line. (self para) where: oasis
[ tw: drug abuse, addiction, injury, heart attack ]
Everything had come tumbling down like a house of cards. He felt as though he’d tried so hard to make things work, fighting tooth and nail to get Lemie to see he was different. But it was no use. He wasn't different. He was the same old piece of shit he'd always been and would always be. Well, at least she knew that now. Maybe it was time to stop pretending to be someone he wasn't, and remember who he was. And if he was going to forget about everything that had happened and make it home with someone else tonight, he’d needed to get out of his own head and have a little something extra to make the twinkle in his eye that much brighter. A few drinks here and there did not a party make. Leaving the bar behind him, Will headed towards the back of the club. It was not-so-surprising how easy it was to score at Oasis. You just look for the guy that was people watching, make eye contact and slip some money into his hand. Within a couple minutes, he had exactly what he needed and was heading to the club bathroom. He waited until it was unoccupied, Will removed the tiny bag of white powder from his pocket. Lining it up like a pro, three angelic lines complimented the dark marble bathroom countertop. A $50 bill rolled up to his nose, the party could begin.
𝐈. Rubbing the outside of his nose, Will closed his eyes and rested both his hands on the cool marble bench. He let out a chuckle to himself as the drug pulsed through his body. There was an alertness and yet, everything felt fuzzy. As though there was a cool haze falling over him. Will could still remember the first time he had felt that cocaine high, there was nothing quite like it and he’d been chasing that high ever since. Hunting for it at the end of every line. It wouldn’t be long until someone would walk in here and see what he was doing. He wasn’t really in the mood for side-eyes of disapproval. Bending down once again, Will watched another line disappear.
𝐈𝐈. He glanced down at his left arm where an unfamiliar tingle spread. Cocaine was a surprising drug. Just when he thought he was used to it, it managed to change how reacted to it. Shrugging it off, he could feel his heartbeat increase with every particle of powder passed through his central nervous system. Looking up at the mirror, he could hardly recognize himself. The lines across his face were deeper than the last time he'd done this. In a moment of clarity, Will though there might still be a way to salvage what he may have lost. A moment of panic for how quickly things had disintegrated. Was there anything he could have done to stop it? Or was he doomed to repeat the same shit over and over? The paranoia passed swiftly, the tingling in his body amplifying. But there was still more fun to be had. “Another one bites the dust,” he mumbled cheekily to himself as he prepared for the final line. A cold sweat covered his forehead as he felt a wash of pain flow through his chest.
𝐈𝐈𝐈. As the marble countertop lay only slightly dusted in white powder, no lines to be seen, Will felt it. The rushing of his blood and constriction of arteries. It seemed no matter how hard he tried, no air would enter his lungs. His fingers tense from the pain, clenching fists to grab onto what was left of life. Falling to his knees, clutching his chest as it tightened like a vice, he closed his eyes in anguish. On a scale of one to ten, it was a twelve. And so unlike the time he'd overdosed. That felt like falling asleep at the wheel, while this was driving headfirst into oncoming traffic. His body convulsing without his consent left him almost unconscious on the floor. In the last moment before fading away, he thought back to his final moments with his father before he had died years ago. “You’re nothing,” his father had said with a raspy breath before his eyes fluttered shut. All that Will remembered in that moment was thinking that he was glad his father was dead. That there was one less horrible person left on this Earth. Perhaps people would think the same thing when they found out that Will was gone too.
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bratz-kitten · 3 years ago
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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS [part 5]
— people with jupiter in the 8th may experience an “abundance” of traumatic experiences throughout life, often relating to death; these are the people who truly feel like everyone they love ends up dying. at their worst, they can become desensitized to death— jupiter is ruled by sagittarius, a sign known for being in denial when in difficult situations in favor of optimism. these natives can pretend like nothing actually happened, or minimize the situation in their head so that they don’t have to face it.
— okay this might be a weird one... like, you know in asoiaf when arya was walking through the streets and was always like “i’m as quiet as a shadow”? that’s literally the energy of someone with planets in the 12th house/chart ruler in the 12th house. these people are so stealthy. they’re able to move so quietly and without anyone noticing, both literally and figuratively. on one hand, they’re very quiet about their plans and ambitions to the point where other people only find out when they’re achieving success over it; on the other hand, they just. don’t like making noise while walking idk bitch you’ll only see me coming when i’m right beside you, i even get paranoid that i’m breathing too loud and that other people will hear 
— people with moon aspecting mars can be incredibly impulsive when they feel hurt or triggered. yall need to be careful with doing things in the heat of the moment that you know you’ll regret later... but in the moment, you feel so hurt that it clouds your rational side. please be more self-aware about this because you may make decisions that will directly affect you for the worse in the future 
— people with leo mars ft. constantly asking you for pictures... about anything. they just wanna SEE LMFAO THEY DON’T CARE WHAT IT IS THEY’RE SEEING. you just got ready to go out? “send pics of your makeup and your full outfit”. you’re waiting in a long boring line to get the covid vaccine? “send pics of the line”. your mom baked cake? “send pics of the cake”. plus they send so many random pictures while texting, it’s their special love language
— having moon conjunct moon/venus in synastry feels insane. you tell them something you’ve been through, and they’re immediately like “that happened with me as well.” it doesn’t even have to be something grand, sometimes just very specific things you thought were particular about you. the amount of understanding that comes with this aspect in synastry can feel very new and intense especially if you’re used to seeing yourself as the “odd one out”, used to feeling isolated in your experiences 
— people with pluto in the 1st house often feel the need to erase “traces” of their existence, for example deleting messages that they sent people, deleting all of their social media posts. they can feel anxious and paranoid about other people having access to their past self, even if the past self in question is from, like. a week ago 
— people with chiron in the water houses (4th/8th/12th) might’ve suffered bullying to the point where they repress their memories. a lot of their memories of their school years may feel foggy if they were bullied in those years
— also. people with chiron in the 8th house may feel as though they’ve been punished for wanting to experience intimacy. it’s like, the people who were supposed to be the closest to them – for example, their sibling or something – were the ones who hurt them the most. 
— people with mercury-neptune aspects and strong pisces/neptune energy in their birth chart might struggle with only remembering things when they’re right in front of them. you should keep things in your peripheral vision to remind you of reality, especially when it comes to feelings— so that you won’t start getting lost inside your own head. like... keep the letters your friends wrote you by your bedside table so you can read them every time your brain starts convincing you that you’re not loved. keep the gifts you’ve been sent on display in your bedroom wall, or sentimental material things that remind you of past happy experiences.
— earth placements and their thing for asmr... omfg. it’s like they’re always looking for things to up their sensory experience/sensitivity. like, earth signs are the ones most connected to worldly experiences so they feel so soothed with the whole asmr experience: just hearing someone gently whispering or tapping on/scratching things calms them down and helps them fall asleep. they love the tingles it’s heaven for them
— moon-saturn aspects might hold and caress themselves while they sleep because their parents never did. yes i woke up and chose violence <3 your secret is NOT safe with me 💋
— while we’re on the topic of sleeping, a majority of the pisces moons i know need to sleep while hugging something, at least a pillow. they can’t just not hug something while they sleep, it’s very instinctive for them. anyways if any pisces moon needs a pillow to hold, i volunteer as tribute 💋
— virgo placements feel sososo soothed by hearing their cats purr. thinking about how my virgo placement friends are always the ones who send me videos of them petting their cats... and then i get soothed by how soothed they feel. it’s a win win situation, if you have virgo placements it’s hereby your duty to send me a video of you petting your cat while they purr. right now. GO
— people with gemini in the 3rd house might have shaky movements of the hands when other people look at them doing things. very specific i know but the third house rules hands and gemini is a sign that has somewhat of an anxious, twitchy quality to it. on the other hand, people with capricorn in the 3rd house (scorpio risings, using whole signs) have the steadiest hands i’ve ever seen lol their movements ooze confidence, these bitches know how to make you feel as thought they know exactly what they’re doing
— people with venus in the 1st house ft. altering their pics with photoshop and hating posting selfies without filters because they never feel like their appearance is good enough. stop it. you don’t need to always look your best and especially not if your ‘best’ isn’t even what you actually look like. also... don’t even think about making self-deprecative jokes about your appearance. next time i find one of yall saying “ahaha im not bad for a 5 without talent” i’m squishing your head between 2 pieces of toast and calling you an idiot sandwich. you’re BEAUTIFUL 
— having venus in the 3rd house in composite with someone? do you mean calling each other the absolute ugliest nicknames in the most endearing way? 
— leo deals with themes of the ego, and it seems that leo placements often struggle with attracting narcissistic people into their life... leo suns/mercuries can be raised by loud, overbearing, narcissistic parents who see their kid as an extension of themselves and who teach the kid to always be very supportive and caring towards them or else they’ll deny them of words of affirmation-- either by insulting them to shatter their self-esteem or simply never complimenting the kid back. leo moons/mars/venus tend to attract narcissistic partners who only care about serving their own emotional needs and ignore the ones of their partner, and who feed off of their supportive and giving nature. which is why leo placements really need to watch out for being gullible, naïve and dismissing the red flags because my god, you be falling for some shady people. 
— people with personal planets in the 12th house/chart ruler in the 12th house might feel like they can’t let go of their past life— they may dream of memories, people or places from another life. it’s like they can’t detach from it, and even if they can’t directly remember their past life, it’s like they feel it in their bones. also, they might’ve felt... estranged from their family ever since childhood; there may have been feelings of being unable to emotionally connect to their (often, distant) parents, and they might’ve even wondered if they were adopted because of how different they felt to the rest of the family. 
— okay so, a thing that people with saturn in the 3rd house need to look out for is mentally checking out of conversations while they’re still happening. these people can detect when they’re being manipulated really fast and their way of dealing with it can be to immediately shut down, to grow cold and silent and not even bother answering when you’re expected to respond. and, like, that’s great when someone starts screaming at you or being insulting/trying to coerce you into shit, but take notice if you find yourself shutting your loved ones out as soon as they say anything that triggers you. don’t simply detach from them, communicate what’s wrong
— aries placements, ESPECIALLY aries suns and moons, value generosity so much and they get so turned off by stingy ppl who don’t share with others, especially when others need it. like.. if you’re hanging out in a group with them and someone asks for a bite of your food because they have no money and you say no... espect them to never respect you. ever. 
— people with libra placements use soooo many adjectives to describe things. something can’t just be beautiful, it has to be DIVINE and CELESTIAL and INTOXICATING. they can be so expressive god it’s so fcking funny 
— capricorn placements HATE asking others for advice because they think no one knows better than them (and they’re not wrong, lol). when they truly care for someone, they might ask the person for advice simply as a sign that they respect, trust and value their judgement. even if they don’t plan on taking it LMFAO 
— people with mars in a water sign can have this terrible habit of expecting other people to guess what they want. and then they get passive agressive when you don’t instinctively feel what it is they want... and when you ask them “do you want this?”, they go like “FINALLY. i thought you’d never get there”. stop it. i know that you want people to understand you in a way that transcends words, but you can’t expect people to read your mind and then get disappointed when they don’t, thinking “oh if they loved me that much then they would’ve known that i really want chipotle for dinner :(” GIRL WHAT. COMMUNICATE YOUR NEEDS  
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