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[chippuyon]

did the thing

[the-red-thread-that-strangles]

Rei is late for the first time since he's started working at Poirot.

Neither terrorism attacks nor hostage crises have affected his being on time. Not even a runaway horse managed to keep him.

But he spends one night with Akai Shuichi, and his perfect record is ruined. Asshole.

Despite his calling ahead, Azusa gives him a worried look. He stops briefly to give her a mock-embarrassed apology, turning up the charm. Promises he won't be late again. Then he's off to the storage room.

He needs to fetch his ingredients and get to baking.

Rei's going to find Akai and strangle him, just as soon as his shift is over.

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Roughly 12 hours earlier.

There's a gun aimed right between his eyes.

That in itself is nothing unusual. The situation could be worse, really.

After all, his own gun is pointed right back at Akai Shuuichi's annoyingly smug face. At this distance, he'll be able to read his movement, react in time. He'd rather talk, but if the sniper fires, Rei will drag him into hell too.

Blood for blood. Mutually assured destruction.

(His excitement is slightly dampened by the fact he's rather certain Akai won't kill him.)

"Caught you." Rei can't help the satisfaction slipping into his voice.

Finally. After three years, their game of cat and mouse is over. He'll have his answers.

The most pressing of which-

"Where's Scotch?"

The words cut into the silence, sharpened by fear. His best friend might still be dead, after all. (If he isn't, why hasn't he contacted Rei?)

It's not like he has much to go on to suspect he's alive, besides the fact that Akai himself came back from the dead. Rei can only hope he brought Hiro along.

Before Akai answers, there's a click. The world becomes dizzyingly bright, expanding past the muzzles of their guns.

Rei blinks the disorientation away. Spots silhouettes from the corner of his eyes. He hasn't met them before, but he's familiar, of course, with the owners of this house. How long have the Kudos been watching them?

While he's busy processing that revelation, Akai holsters his gun. Part of Rei hates how nonchalant Akai is about all of this, exposing himself so easily. Like Rei isn't a threat, won't put a bullet in his head because of a couple of witnesses. (Hates that he's probably right.)

"I propose a trade. For old time's sake."

(The words leave a bitter taste with Rei. They haven't exchanged anything, not goods, not words, not warmth, in years.)

Akai snaps open a cheap flip phone - likely a burner. His thumb hovers over the call button. The fingers of his other hand, long and dextrous, wrap around the barrel of Rei's P7M8, tugging gently, but insistently.

Rei considers his options. He holds no illusions - without his gun, he won't be able to dispatch Akai. But he's more than capable of holding his own for long enough to escape, if need be.

(He could just fire, right now. It wouldn't have to be lethal. Could take the phone by force. But chances are, whatever information Akai has, he'll be much less willing to share it with a bullet wound.)

Rei looks up at Akai, meets his green, green eyes. The part of him that shows genuine emotions, some days. (Not that Rei is one to talk.)

Finds Akai looking...tired. He wears a small smile, but it's worn around the edges. There's no open mockery, no quiet amusement. It's just the two of them, and an offer.

Rei lets go of the gun. He hopes he won't be needing it, tonight.

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Akai helps him up, his hand warm and steady. As soon as he's upright, Rei lets go - he can walk perfectly fine by himself, thank you very much.

The FBI agent shows him to the living room, tells Rei to make himself a home. After all, the Kudos have promised to give him some privacy, for his chat.

For a moment, the sniper lingers, gaze caught by the phone. Then Akai casts his eyes down, and leaves Rei alone.

Silence, if not for the crackle of the damned fireplace, fills the room. Rei hesitates for a moment. Then he presses 'call' for the only number in the directory.

The phone crackles with static, beeps as it establishes connection, then-

"Hi, Zero."

The world stops moving. Relief floods his system, sapping the tension from his muscles. He leans against the soft backrest, breathing freely for the first time in a good long while.

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Their talk is short. Rei asks some questions to establish it's truly Hiro, not an imposter (though that would make a very poor basis for the negotiation the Kudos have planned).

Hiro tersely explains some things, although he isn't allowed to give away much. He's in the FBI's witness protection program. That they're talking at all is a massive bending of the rules, authorized only because of Akai's insistence. He claimed it was of critical importance to their mission.

It certainly is, to Rei.

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The next hours are a blur.

The sofa dips when Akai sits down at his side, the Kudos already having taken their seats on the other side of the small coffee table. (He wishes Akai would sit farther away. That he be less reasonable in his assumptions and demeanour.)

It's somewhat surreal to think that celebrity actress Kudo Yukiko of all people gives him a steaming cup of chamomile lavender honey tea. Good thing working with Vermouth has knocked most of the starstruck behaviour out of him; his younger self would have made a fool of himself.

He can't afford that. After all, they are seeking him out in an official capacity, requesting PSB senior agent Furuya Rei's cooperation.

It certainly is strange for them to reach out through him, considering his known enmity of Akai. But he's a professional - he might be reluctant to work with the man, but it's not his decision to make. He'll relay the offer, unless it's utter garbage.

So he pays attention while they share what they can of their plan to take down the organisation. Listens to their pledge for equal contribution, and their promise of crediting the PSB with a successful operation; an obvious play intended to soothe the wounded pride of the Japanese, after years of illegal activity. But it's the least they can do.

If one were to ask Rei, the offer is certainly worth considering. The PSB has been working the case for five years now, and while they have gathered intel, and managed to place Bourbon as a vital asset, they're barely closer to shutting the organization down than when they started. It's sprawling, interconnected with various businesses, and, worst of all, active internationally. If they don't cut off all its heads at the same time, odds are the members will simply flee to a different branch. Maybe lie low for a bit, and then go about their business with renewed vigour.

It seems like an international cooperation might just be necessary to achieve this task. So he'll be their messenger; it's above his pay grade to decide whether to take them up on the offer or not.

Though privately, he hopes his superiors agree; every day they lose ground to the organization. By this point, Rei doesn't really care anymore whose plan it is that finally does the organization in, as long as it gets done. (And as long as he and the PSB are finally treated with the appropriate amount of respect.)

Still, he can't help thinking they wouldn't be having this conversation now, if these foreign agencies had respected the official channels ahead of time. Maybe Hiro could be hiding in Nagano then, with his brother, instead of being confined to the other half of the globe. In the US, of all the terrible places to be. He shivers.

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By the time they're done it's very late. Rei is already half-dozing off, despite his best efforts to stay awake. It would be highly irresponsible to drive in this state, so he's asked their hosts for a coffee (he's sure a place housing Akai will have more than enough of it to go around). He'll just rest his eyes for a moment, until they're back.

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Something light is being dropped on him, almost stirs him to consciousness. But it's warm, soft, and smells of huddling together in an abandoned apartment.

(Of long-forgotten small comforts.)

Not a threat.

Thus satisfied, his body collects its due, and he's dragged back under, into deep, dreamless sleep.

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Which brings Rei to the reason he's late.

Someone, and he has a very good idea of who it was, put his phone in airplane mode, drew all the curtains shut, and kept the rest of the house quiet.

(Let him sleep for as long as he needed to.)

So Rei wakes up with a start, in a barely familiar place, the digital clock on the wall indicating it's way past opening time for Poirot. Shit.

He grabs his belongings, pistol, clothes and keys and all, and dashes out the door. He swears he can see Okiya - no, Akai, he was right, damn it - look down on him from that favourite window of his. Asshole. Contrary to him Rei has a job, a cover to maintain. He'll get back at him, yet.

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It should probably worry him that he can perform the drive to Poirot on autopilot. Too many late-night stakeouts turning into impromptu naps, requiring him to drive straight to work after. So much trouble, over nothing. If Akai had just cooperated sooner-

Then, what? Rei hadn't managed to track him down before his supposed death, and the less interaction there is between Okiya Subaru and Amuro Tooru, the better for both of them. He grinds his teeth, barely manages to brake in time for a redlight.

(Hates that he understands the caution, to a degree.)

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The universe really is conspiring against him, today.

After the lunchtime rush, a certain pocket-sized detective is ushered in through the door, followed by his guardian and her best friend. The kid gives him odd looks all throughout ordering lunch, too sharp in a way that makes the hairs at the back of his neck stand in up. Rei gives him his sunniest smile, and an extra packet of sugar. He's played games with Gin and Vermouth in worse conditions; he won't yield to a particularly precocious six-year-old.

Despite getting more sleep than the last three nights combined, he's not feeling too well. A single good night's rest can't undo weeks of insomnia. If anything, it only makes apparent what he's lacking.

He finds his mind wandering, glad the preparation of food comes automatically, by now. Whisk and mix and pour. Fry, remove from the pan...

"...uro? You seem unwell."

Too-familiar green eyes stare back at him, bags under the eyes and all. Rei barely manages not to flinch.

Of all the people to catch him spacing out, it just has to be Akai's little sister. The gods must truly hate him.

"Ah, miss Sera. I apologize, I was just pondering some new options for our menu." He winks, gives her his most dazzling smile. "The chamomile lavender honey tea cake has me under its spell."

In response, she just wrinkles her nose, unimpressed. Squints at him with those jade eyes that always see through him too easily.

"Are you sure you're not running a fever? It seems a little warm in here already, yet you're working in a sweater."

Rei blinks at that. The temperature seems fine to him. Azusa hasn't said anything about it either.

"I appreciate the concern, but I assure you, I'm perfectly fine. Now, what can I get you?"

One slice of red velvet cake (of course - why did they even keep that on the menu?) and a macchiato later he's rid of her.

For now, at least - she's joined her friends at the window seats, and judging by the way she keeps sneaking glances at him when she thinks he isn't looking, he hasn't seen the last of her yet.

Still, her questions are odd. Surely he doesn't look that terrible?

(Vermouth has taught him some of her secrets; he's been concealing the shadows under his eyes for a while now. Nobody's ever found him out. Why is it now that people notice?)

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He continues to work mindlessly, unfocused. This damn shift just doesn't seem to want to end.

He just about manages to avoid knocking Ran out for leaning over the counter, into his space. She remains blissfully unaware of the danger she just escaped, smiling brightly, kindly.

"Excuse me, I have a question."

Rei closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, counts to four. Smiles at the girl. "Go ahead", he says, continuing to whisk some cake batter.

Ran leans in closer, conspiratorially.

"Masumi is too shy to ask" - that's a bold-faced lie, if he's ever heard one, and he's something of an expert on the matter - "but she'd love to know where you got that sweater."

Now, Ran's a lovely young lady, always eager to help. It's a pity she's being manipulated for Sera's gain. Because there has to be more to the question, even if Rei can't see it yet.

Of course, he can't tell the girls the truth - Kazami bought it for Bourbon's cover. But the best lies are closest to the truth, so-

"I apologize, but I do not know where it was bought. A friend gave it to me." His best calculated-apologetic smile smoothes the blow, hopefully.

"Oh. I see." Ran visibly deflates. Still, her good manners prevail. "Thank you, though!" And with that, she's heading back to her table.

Strange. What could Sera possibly want with his sweater? If she wanted to track him down, surely there's more efficient ways, and it's not like he doesn't have a dozen similar cream sweaters-

Wait. Cream?

Rei's pretty sure he dressed in black to infiltrate the Kudo manor. He's not been home and he hasn't changed for work.

He manages to supress a groan, but he's sure there's some unpleasant emotion visible on his face.

...he must have grabbed the sweater along with the rest of his belongings in the morning rush.

Now that he's looking at it, it's clearly a little too large for him. It's also warm, fuzzy, soft, and utterly unoffensive. That's probably why it didn't register, before.

The sweater does smell decidedly of Akai - cigarettes and a hint of his obnoxious aftershave. The warm scent of curry is new - though unsurprising, given his foray into cooking. Great. That's why they've been staring at him. Sera probably recognizes the sweater and Conan spends enough time with Akai to recognize the scent.

His gut instinct is to go change, right now, get rid of the damning piece of connection to the man he has too many conflicting emotions about. But a long-sleeved black turtleneck is hardly appropriate work attire for Poirot. Besides, if he changes now, the pair of detectives watching him will just have their suspicions confirmed.

So he grits his teeth, takes in a deep breath that smells too much like Akai, and gets back to work.

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Rei does change out of the sweater as soon as he's done with his shift.

(It doesn't help. The scent lingers.)

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He's tempted to just toss the sweater, but can't help feeling like it would be a waste. It's quality craftsmanship, well-worn but taken care of - this kind of sweater would pill, otherwise.

It really shouldn't be faulted for its owner's flaws.

So he puts the sweater in a bag, intending to have it dry-cleaned and give it back later.

He should really hunt down Akai, too, but if he's honest, he's just too tired. He probably shouldn't even drive, in his condition, but he needs to get to a safe place, to think about the developments of the night.

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He reports to Kuroda, showers thoroughly, and falls into bed.

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Rei can't have slept long. The sunset colours the world in blood red hues by the time he wakes up, out of breath, heartbeat too fast.

Visions of smoke and ash cling to him. Explosions, destroying him one by one, until nothing remains but death alone.

Hagiwara and Matsuda, taken by violent flame.

Hiro's remains, crushed and burnt beyond recognition.

Akai's smile, grimly defiant, as he's shot by Kir. He too finds his end in a blaze, lacking glory.

They're gone.

Consumed by the inferno that seems to follow Rei around. Which burns everything he cares about, leaves him freezing in its wake.

(He can't even cry, his tears evaporating in the heat.)

Rei shivers, draws the blankets closer. Hopes for a little bit of cover, a little bit of warmth.

Please. If he could just shake off the nausea. If he could stop his spiralling thoughts. Logically, he knows that's not all true, even if his heart burns. Akai and Hiro aren't dead.

It's a lie, they're alive, it's a lie, they're alive, it's a lie a lie a lie a lie-

A set of sharp barks rips him out of his thoughts, back into the present.

Oh. He's woken Haro.

The little guy stands in front of his bed, ears tucked back and hackles raised. A defiant ball of fluff that cares so much, trying to growl the nightmares away.

(It might just work.)

Slowly, shaking and somewhat off-balance, he reaches down to scoop up his dog. Wiggles the blanket off his shoulders so he may cradle the whining bundle of fur to his chest. It's soothing, to feel the warmth of another living being by his side. They sit, the silence permeated by Haro's huffed breaths. His body heat seeps into Rei's chest, nestles in his heart.

"I apologize for worrying you. I'll be fine, soon."

He's not alone.

Haro nudges his hand, demands to be pet. Rei obliges, of course he does.

He's not alone.

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Still, the headache is a pain. He won't be able to go back to sleep like this, will need to grab a painkiller.

He makes his way to the kitchen counter, keeping to the walls because he's still somewhat unsteady, carrying his bundle of warmth along.

The dog throws a fit as they pass the bag with Akai's sweater, growling and yapping at it. Despite the circumstances, Rei can't help but smile.

"I'm glad to see we feel the same way about him."

Wait.

Inspiration strikes in the form of a very stupid idea.

Because that sweater, with its stupid mixed scents, reeking of Akai, is proof he didn't just imagine last night's events. Tangible and olfactory and physical proof. If he were to wake from a nightmare, with it by his side...the anger at Akai would surely keep the pain at bay.

It's worth a try.

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When he goes back to bed, Haro lies down beside him. Rei keeps petting him, one-handedly. With the other, he holds on to a cream sweater that isn't his.

When he breathes, it smells of too-long stakeouts in windy apartments.

Of Rye's extra blankets, the ones he started to bring when he noticed Bourbon always freezing; irritating to no end, how he was always better prepared for cold weather than Rei.

(It smells of Bourbon's cooking, given in exchange for soft blankets.)

Scents of a tentative alliance, as thread-bare as the fabric between them.

Grounded between the warmth of Haro, and the scent of Akai, Rei falls asleep, waiting for the dog days to finally be over.

[magicalgirlartist]

[ID: digital drawing of 5 magical girls in a row. From left to right: Hikaru Shidou from Magic Knight Rayearth with one hand on her hip and the other in a raised fist, grinning, Cure Passion from Fresh PreCure smiling gently and putting a hand over her heart, Wedding Peach leaning forward and waving with a big smile, Sailor Mars with her arms folded and looking away, and Miraculous Ladybug flashing a peace sign, facing the edge of the image. The background is red with a white lace border, soft white circles, and white sparkles. End ID.]

More Magical Girls By Colour!! This time the red edition. Which is your favourite? Mine is Hikaru ❤️

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[ssreeder]

My dear beloved

WTF

WHY A CLIFFHANGER.

I CANT DO THIS NOOOOOOOO

A STAKE TO QU*N A A TRIPLE STAKE FOR L*NG F*NG FOR EACH RELEVANT ORFACE KILL THEM KILL THEM WITH FIRE

CHAANG <3 AMOR DE MI VIDA VEN CONMIGO PORFIS. RAHHHHHH

AURRRGHHHHH KILL THEM ALL. IM GONNA DO SOMETHING. BURN EGGS, SET PLASTIC BABIES ON FIRE.

[benjenren]

my new tinfoil theory, based solely on daemon mentioning unclaimed dragons and the camera cutting to rhaena, is that hotd is gonna delete nettles from the narrative and give her role to rhaena.

do I think this will actually happen? no. but it would be very funny if the answer to "how will they handle nettles??" is simply "no nettles."

buuut this shot is probably just setting up rhaena trying and failing to claim a dragon and then rando girl nettles coming in and claiming a badass dragon and rhaena looking vaguely sad in the background while nettles gets all the attention from her dad/actual characterization that she never got

[p1utofairy]

PICK A CARD: “when i look into your eyes, i know it's real.”

★ which romantic tropes will you and your fp embody?

DISCLAIMER: 18+ mature themes. take what resonates leave what doesn’t. this was such a cute idea – thanks for requesting this anon. 💞 i hope you all enjoy!

— PILE ONE.

tropes → star-crossed lovers, forbidden love & opposites attract.

there’s a distinct polarity in you and your fp’s personalities & backgrounds, pile 1. you’re more reserved, cautious and patient and they’re more free-spirited and spontaneous. they say whatever they want and deal with the consequences later; this isn’t in a bad way either, i’m more so picking up that they like to stand up and fight for what’s right. they could be an activist of some sort. they’re confident and brave, and you’re really going to admire that. as far as finances go, this person has MONEY, like big money! they either come from money or they are in a profession that pays extremely well and that’s where i see the forbidden love trope coming in to play.

remember how allie in ‘the notebook’ comes from a wealthy, privileged background, while noah is portrayed as more working-class? the contrast in their backgrounds and personalities added depth to their relationship and created a lot of tension and conflict, but ultimately it made their love story more compelling and dynamic – that’s what i see here with you and your fp. you’re tired of over-working yourself for low pay and working jobs that don’t fulfill you financially, mentally and emotionally. you feel stuck…wondering when things are going to change. i see someone looking out of a window in a house, there’s a strong sense of longing and their eyes look sad. they’re waiting for someone or something to arrive, but when? you’ve been telling yourself to keep going and keep pushing through, and then you will see progress and reward in the long run – very saturn/saturnian energy.

it’s interesting because you’re looking for a way out of your situation and your person is looking for an adventure. your fp is very comfortable financially, but they’re lacking in their love life. right now they’re very much single and they’re fine with that, but that fiery energy that burns inside them can’t be dimmed for long. when they cross paths with you they’re gonna be awestruck like “whoa! who is that?” lol. your fp might have some sagittarius/fire sign placements, or they just carry themselves very pompous and matter-of-fact, which might throw you off at first. that’s why i was also picking up on that opposites attract trope because princess belle & the beast from ‘beauty and the beast’ immediately came to mind. belle loved her books and independence, which was a stark contrast with the beast’s initial gruff and hot-tempered nature. you might think they’re a bit arrogant at first, but once you get to know them you’ll understand that there’s layers to them.

their family plays a big part in their life, which ties into the forbidden love trope because i’m ngl their family lowkey can be a lot to handle. as i said before, some of your fps come from money so some of their families might be a little snooty and strict like allie’s mom from ‘the notebook’ but i think with patience and time – you and your fp will learn to not give a f*ck what their family or anybody else thinks. this relationship is destined and you’re meant to show each other the different aspects/complexities of life and love. the energy is very reminiscent of mr. darcy and elizabeth from ‘pride and prejudice’ like remember how much longing and yearning it took for them to finally be together?! it was sooooooo worth it.

additional messages → wealthy, 2 years from now, ego, aries, very lowkey, the blackest day by lana del rey & cultural differences.

— PILE TWO.

tropes → second chance & age gap.

your fp is dominant af, pile 2. they possess everything within reach, and they’re admired by many. you may establish boundaries with them from the very beginning and they will respect that, they value you and wouldn’t dare do anything to hurt you. however, despite the love, passion, and devotion that will be present in this relationship, there will also be a need for compromise. it seems that this relationship will fulfill your hopes and dreams, but it will also come with its share of responsibilities. in the early stages, both you and your fp will feel a strong urge to make your relationship official and commit to each other. whatever you need or want – they will provide for you. you may not have expected to fall for them, but you couldn’t fight the obvious chemistry between you two. i picked up on the age gap trope mainly because they have provider energy. for some of you, they might already have a kid/kids? your energy feels a little bit more flighty and young. you like to be in your own personal space most of the time, and not everyone understands that, but your fp will.

actually, i think the idea of compromise i was picking up on earlier has to do with your personal space. you might be a bit of an introvert and the idea of constantly entertaining someone 24/7 and not having a moment for yourself is a bit jarring to you. now i’m not saying this person is taking your autonomy away, what i’m saying is that there has to be some sort of balance with the give and take in this connection. it’s reminding me of olivia pope and fitz from ‘scandal’ like one minute he’s showing her the house he had built for them in vermont and then the next scene she’s crying that she needs space and they can’t be together – like OLIVIA what’s it gonna be?! it’s like your heart is saying yes but your mind is saying no.

you’re gonna have to use your discernment and figure out if this is what you want – true commitment. it’s gonna take trust and dedication to make this work, pile 2. it might get to a point where y’all take a break and you choose to see someone else, and then you realize how much of a greater difference your fp makes in your life. they’re your home. that's the second chance trope coming into play. wow, pile 2. this is a very dynamic and complex relationship, but that’s what keeps you two going and loving each other through thick and thin.

additional messages → infrunami by steve lacy, you will meet through friends, extremely dedicated, workaholic, ass kisser, there’s someone in your inner circle you need to cut off, moving abroad, younger sibling & love drought by beyoncé.

— PILE THREE.

tropes → high school sweethearts & enemies to lovers.

your fp is the life of the party, pile 3…sometimes to a fault lol. they’re capable of being responsible and making good decisions, but sometimes they just say f*ck it and wild out. they can be impulsive and unpredictable at times which is quite the opposite from you. i’m picturing haley and nathan from ‘one tree hill’ and kat and patrick from ‘10 things i hate about you’ AND no by meghan trainer just randomly started playing in my head. i’m honestly so amused by this energy cause you’re like “nope! you’re not gonna fuck my life up.” being all dramatic 🤭 and they’re like “what?! me? i would never!” lol there’s gonna be a lot of witty banter between you both. your friends are gonna encourage you to just give them a chance, cause it’s obvious that you do like them — you just can’t stand how “friendly” they are.

your fp is extroverted as hell and loves a good social outing, whereas you on the other hand, rather curl up in bed with a good book or binge-watch your favorite shows/movies in the comfort of your own home. there’s this energy of “been there, done that.” the party scene just isn’t it for you anymore, and you’re content with that. this connection will really help your fp mature and get more in tune with their emotions, instead of masking them behind reckless behavior and nonchalance. that high school sweethearts trope really comes through strongly, not in the sense that y’all are actually in high school, but that nathan & haley vibe – that puppy love! once y’all are together, nobody can tell y’all shit. you and your fp will RIDE for each other.

nathan and haley definitely had their ups and downs, but they always found a way to make it work once they put their egos aside. haley brought out a side of nathan that nobody else got to experience but her. sometimes butting heads is necessary, it helps you confront things within yourself that you don’t always want to acknowledge. you’re so nurturing pile 3, you bring water to their fire. i don’t see you immediately jumping into this relationship, but that’s the beauty of it. that’s where the enemies to lovers trope kicks in, you’ll have to warm up to them first before you truly understand who they are at the core. your fp is used to fast-pace, hot n’ heavy, fleeting relationships but this is stable. this is pure. they’ll realize you can’t rush true love like this, it’s the journey and build-up that makes it so magical.

additional messages → 1st house placements, sagittarius, very soon, get out of your head, nice and slow by usher & family feud.

— PILE FOUR.

tropes → friends to lovers & forced proximity.

your fp has very high-energy, pile 4. i feel out of breath like i just got done doing 8 different tasks at once lol they might be very athletic or they just like to keep themselves busy. you and your fp are opposites, but the more you get to know each other, you will begin to realize that you have a lot in common – i’m hearing that you two will have a lot to talk about. sometimes you might find yourself holding back from saying things that you want to say in fear of judgement but with this person that anxiety goes out the window. they want to hear your thoughts and ideas, because they truly value your wisdom and knowledge on certain topics that they might not have been aware of. i’m hearing that they want to know your lore lol this is too cute. maybe you’re really into movies? marvel? fashion? idk there’s something very specific that you could go on and on about for hours and hours.

that’s why i picked up on that friends to lovers trope because i feel like they will show immediate interest in you and want to pursue something more, but you’ll be like WOAH hold it there…let’s build on this and see where it can go, no rush. i’m ngl pile 4 they might have a bit of a reputation or vibe of being a player…which will make you hesitant as to whether or not you want to take this seriously. i don’t even think you two normally run in the same circles – this is more like a chance meeting. yup here goes that forced proximity trope, you’ll probably meet them in some sort of unconventional way and be “forced” to spend time together.

you and your fp kind of remind me of holly and eric from ‘life as we know it’ which is a very underrated but amazing rom-com. i don’t think you’ll initially hate them per se, you’ll just be a bit cautious of them and wonder if they’re actually being genuine. however, by spending time with your fp, you will develop a deeper understanding and appreciation for them; which will then lead to you falling for them and establishing a close bond. you two might’ve gotten off on the wrong foot and then after a proper conversation with them you’ll be like: huh…you’re not so bad after all. there’s this flirty energy that comes in the form of sly/sarcastic remarks, and you’ll come to realize that it’s their own way of saying “i really like you.” it’s giving 2000s rom-com lol hot n cold by katy perry just came to mind.

the sexual tension between you two will be palpable, your friends will be like just f*ck already!!! this relationship will have it’s fair share of ups and downs, but that’s what will make it worth fighting for; nothing and no one is perfect and you will learn that in this relationship. no one could ever compare to you in your fp’s eyes – they will always have love for you even in the moments where you two don’t see eye to eye. the difference in you and your fp’s personalities will be what draws you two together even more.

additional messages → jealousy, jealousy by olivia rodrigo, lots of traveling, you manifested this, different lifestyles but we’ll make it work, your angel guides got your back & when one door closes, another one opens.

[charles-leclerizz]

🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑ flustered tweets

🏁 Pairings : Max Verstappen X fem!Reader

🏁 Warnings : suggestive sexual themes, touching, kissing, licking etc. no explicit content, swearing, Daniel Ricciardo being a menace.

🏁 Word Count : 3.3k words (3352 words)

🏁 Author's note : First suggestive conntent on this blog! woo-hoo, light the fireworks. But I do hope you enjoy and as always please leave a comment or reblog, since they do fuel my motivation. <3 Note that word dividers are by @cottage-writings and as always, translations are available via radio comm.

🏁 Music player : Love by Lana Del Ray

You smile to yourself as you stare at your television screen, the metallic box was currently projecting your boyfriend’s face, post-race, red faced and sweaty. Positively gorgeous. His blonde hair was mused due to his helmet and droplets of water leaked down from the strands to his forehead, trickling down his temple to his chin where they dripped down to his fire-proofs. It was nearing the end of the interview, and that meant his favourite questions would begin to pop up, the personal ones.

“So Max, how’s the missus doing? Based off her Instagram it looks like you both are very happy.” The man holding the microphone smiled at the driver, who rolled his eyes playfully at the memory of the multitude of stories that you would post by the hour, in fact he was 99% sure that you had posted at least 5 whilst he was in the car.

“Yeah well, it’s a dream being with her, it really feels like I’m on cloud 9.” He gushed, a rare occurrence for the notoriously grumpy man, but as soon as you were brought up in conversation, it was as though he was a wilting sunflower that was just introduced to sunlight, “I’m doing all of this for her.” Max admitted bashfully.

“Well, if that isn’t proof of the it couple on the grid, then I don’t know what is.” The interviewer admitted, grinning at the lovesick expression on your boyfriend’s face, “But before I let you go, the fans were in uproar a few days before the race. Based on a tweet made by a fellow driver on the grid.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, as if his humorous actions would jog Max’s memory.

You, on the other hand, knew exactly of the tweet Mark, as he introduced himself as, was talking of. It was tweeted by none other than Daniel Ricciardo, the cheeky bastard decided to divulge the fans with a tidbit of information about Max and your sex life.

Just walked into the 2-time WDC and his girlfriend doing it like bunnies. Somehow, this man is never embarrassed.

You remember that day like no-other, it was the moment after the Spanish Grand Prix and Max had just won.

“I’m so proud of you,” You breathed against his lips, holding his face between your palms as your fingers fisted his hair, close enough to the root that he groaned outwardly. The scent of victory wafted from him as one of your hands snaked down between the two of you to unzip his race suit. Allowing you to push him against the hotel room wall and move down to lick thick, wet stripes against his pulse point, revelling in the taste of fresh champagne.

“heilige shit,” he breathed out, gnawing at his bottom lip whilst the hands that rested on your waist tightened and bruised his fingerprints against your skin.

 “Geliefde.” Max whispered, bringing his left hand up to grip the nape of your neck and guide your face away from the fifth fresh hickey you were creating on his muscle, towards his own, gazing into your eyes with a heavy stare.

“Yeah?” You answer, blinking rapidly to clear the misty haze that overtook your brain, all you could think of was the delicious way that his suit hung low from his hips and how tight his fireproofs were, exaggerating his muscular pecs that strained against the protective layer.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as you scratched your nails lightly down his scalp towards his thick collar that stuck to his body, “Maxie?” You prompt, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

He chuckled at your act, wrapping a large hand around your neck and squeezing gently at the sides, just enough for you to gasp, “What do you think the press will say huh? My girlfriend got too horny watching me win?” He guided you towards the freshly made bed, pushing you down to a sitting position as your knees hit the back of the padded mattress, “It’s okay though, mijn mooie vriendin-“ He paused, moving his hand up to cup your jaw and pull at your lower lip, parting your mouth until you obediently allowed him to slip his thumb in, “I only do this for you.” He murmured.

Max nudged you further, watching contently as you fell onto your back, sinking into the thick blanket and released his thumb with a loud pop. You laugh a little at his proclamation, “Really? You do this for me?” You bite your lip, fiddling with the comforter beneath your fingertips, pushing off from the bed as you anchor yourself on your elbows.

“You doubt me?” He arches an incredulous eyebrow at you, bending down to part your knees, “dat zal niet lukken.” He murmured, getting down onto his knees to hook your thigh onto his shoulder, allowing him to twist his head and kiss the sensitive skin, “What should I do to prove it to you? Huh?”

Max chuckled as you slipped your hand beneath the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down suggestively and he would’ve given into your request had it not been for the interruption.

“HEYYY CHAMP-“The friendly boisterous voice of a certain Australian rang through your hotel room, causing you to jump and grip your boyfriends head, which had merely jolted slightly before coming to rest against your opposite thigh, uninterested.

“Daniel.” Max deadpanned, his cerulean eyes merely slackened, cracking a lazy smile as his friend stopped in his tracks, blocking the door from what seemed to be at least half of the grid, “Must you really bother me?”

“Sorry man,” you heard Lewis call out, chuckling loudly as a familiar French cackle sounded off after a lewd comment sounding like, “damn he’s pussy-whipped”. You whimpered with embarrassment, falling back against the bed as you covered your face, hiding the blotchy blush that covered your face.

“Max” You whined, twitching your leg so that he could get up and most likely go out to celebrate, “Get up, we can continue this later.” You assured him, already imagining the dress that you would wear.

“See what you did wankers?” He called out, barely lifting himself up, “Made my girl embarrassed.” He admonished his colleagues.  Max looked up at you, cooing at your red face, “It’s okay, Mijn liefje. I’ll get them to leave.”

“Guys lets go” Lando called out, “Let the guy get his dick wet.”

“Ew gross.”

“Not my fault you’re single fuck-face.”

You groaned, “Guys!” The crowd settled at the sound of your harsh, crackly voice, “It’s fine, let us at least get ready?”

“Yes ma’am” Charles shouted, which was soon followed with sounds of violence and pathetic groans.

Max kissed your cheek, getting up from the floor to go and slam the door in the few faces, but before you could hear the satisfying wood beat against the hinges, Daniel had whispered, “How the fuck are you not embarrassed?” Which prompted more snickers and a flurry of agreements about your lover’s lack of humiliation.

“You should be embarrassed ass wipe.” Max chuckled as he pushed the group out of the doorway, “Walked in on me about to get the best meal money could never buy.”

If you thought about it too much the humiliation would creep back in, along with the curiosity.

Later that same evening, when your friends and you had gone out for dinner, your face was still flushed and any thought that led back to that moment in the hotel room would lead to you shaking your head promptly and diving back into conversation. Whereas Max was comfortably seated next to you, chatting happily as he sipped more alcohol from the flute by his porcelain plate whilst his free hand rested on your thigh, slipped underneath the silky material of your sundress.

It was as if the moment never happened and he was already fantasising about getting you back into the room, ready to bend you into different positions that would make your legs shake hard enough into next Sunday. He did infact, manage that.

Max laughed on your television screen, turning to look at Daniel, who was animatedly doing his own interview, “Yeah well, it’s hard to embarrass me,” he inhaled sharply through his teeth as he shrugged nonchalantly, “It really was just an inchident.”

Max winked cheekily at the camera as Mark laughed and patted his shoulder, “Nice to see Max, have a good one,”

“You too,”

You huffed out with amusement as you pointed the remote at the screen a certain calm filling the apartment as the light blinked away from the box in front of you. The sun was slowly setting on the streets of Monaco, a subtle signal that meant that your boyfriend would soon be returning home to you. Max would claim that home was where you were, but you could tell that the large penthouse was probably the closest alternative to the driver, it was a joint investment as a couple, the first of many and it was beloved by both of you.

Large windows that overlooked the high-end shopping district which curved with the positioning of the building, an oblong shape that influenced the soft edges of the entire apartment. The home was out of your Pinterest board, soft plush coaches and tall glass vases that littered every free surface, Max had claimed 2 of the 4 bedrooms, one of them being his office and the other being his specialist home gym. The third was saved for guests and the fourth, that resided on a separate floor; took over the entire area and was your shared bedroom. Luckily on his and your salary, the home was merely a drop in the ocean, along with the numerous pretty pennies you spent on furniture.

It was in other words, your baby.

Jimmy and Sassy slinked between your legs as you walked to the kitchen from your spot on the largest couch that was turned inwards to face the TV that was mounted within the ceiling, dropping down mechanically at the push of a button and retreating into the seemingly solid concrete at another. You had done exactly that, dismissing the piece of tech to show off the full-length balcony. Cooing at your fur-children you picked them up in one hand, “Come on guys, let’s finish dinner,” You kissed their heads, chuckling as they nuzzled into your face before letting them down on the floor in front of the sink when you went to put on a pair of gloves and fish out dinner from the oven.

The tell-tale chime of your elevator and the mechanical tone of the keypad informed you that Max was home, along with the cats going off to welcome their father from a long day of work,

“Hey guys,” you heard him greet the children whilst he kicked off his shoes and tucked them along with his jacket into the small cupboard that sat within the wall in the entrance hall. You turned away from the oven, placing the entire grill onto the kitchen island as you huffed happily at the dish within the Tupperware as Max walked further into the house and towards the kitchen, where you stood patiently, the soft sounds of the Vitamin String Quartet playing in the background.

“Hey, schat,” He murmured, eyes softening at the corners as he rushed to your side, tugging you away from the counter to wrap his hands around your and bury his head into your neck. You giggle at the tickle of his hair against your skin and bring your hands down to cover his that were wrapped around you, “Hello my love,” you whisper, turning your head slightly to kiss his forehead.

“You cooked,” He stated happily, smiling against you.

“I did.”

“I’m happy,” He confirmed, removing himself from your neck whilst keeping a firm hold on your waist, “How was work?”

“Same old same old, people want to invest in stocks, I do it for them. Very boring.” You rush through your day, recounting the odd events that went on in the office, “But I saw your interview, watched it on the archive.”

“Hmm,” He hummed, knowing that when you do watch the interviews, you normally do it to hear his voice and see his absurdly attractive post-race glow, not listen to the odd mechanical language and repeated statements of, “-push the car harder next race.” Or “-really disappointed this time.”

“Heard what you said about that tweet Daniel made,” You feel him kiss the skin behind your ear before snorting.

“What else could I say? Man doesn’t think before tweeting.” Max grumbled.

“Made me think-“

“Oh no.”

“Stop it.”

“Okay,”

“Anyway, made me think that I actually have never seen you blush.”

“I’m sure you have,” He assured you, untangling himself from you to get a chilled water bottle from the fridge behind you. You twist your body around, leaning back against the counter to watch his movements with squinted eyes.

“Hmm,” You tap your chin for a few seconds, “Nope, never.”

“Schat, it’s been almost two years,” He paused to crack off the top of the bottle, “I am positive you’ve seen me blush. And even if you haven’t, it’s no big deal.”

You huffed and crossed your arms childishly, “But I’m your girlfriend!” You reached out with your hands to grab his own slutty-man waist.

“Thanks for the reminder, had het anders niet geweten,” Max chuckled, allowing you to pull him by the waist to rest his abdomen just above yours.

“It’s a big deal Maxie, I’m meant to be able to make you blush,” You pouted up at him, scratching your nails up his spine, grinning as he shivered against your hold.

He took a final gulp from his bottle before minutely shifting to press harshly against a cupboard to reveal a hidden bin that popped out at his commend. Max dropped the empty plastic into the metallic cylinder and pushed the sliding contraption in again. He turned back to you, focussing on your large unblinking eyes and wet, pouting lips.

He held your face tenderly, kissing your forehead with his own, “S’okay schat, somethings just aren’t meant to happen.”

You pull away at his statement.

Like hell it won’t

“Nope, that won’t do,” You tug at his arm, guiding him into the separate dining room, a large area that was painted an off-white creamy colour, containing a brass sputnik chandelier that hung low against the white marble dining table which had at least 12 separate chairs tucked beneath its oval body. You pulled at the upholstered chair and dug your hand into the tactile Borg fabric before seating Max, who patiently trailed behind you whilst holding the separate doors open, allowing you to execute your plan perfectly.

You stood in front of the man, who was sat with his legs spread graciously in front of him with his large palms splayed against his slightly-less than normal skinny jeans. It was going to hard, yes. Harder than a diamond heist, to extract the long sought over blush from this well practiced stoic man. But you were determined.

Starting easily, you planted your hands on the arms of the chair and leaned forward, close enough that your noses were touching and lips ghosting over each other’s.

“What about this?” You whispered, eyes fluttering closed as you could begin to feel the small grooves and indents of his lips against yours along with his tongue licking at your bottom lip.

“Don’t think so, love.” He murmured back, laughing heartily when you groaned and pushed at his chest.

“Ok that’s it, take it off.” You folded your arms, tapping your foot impatiently.

“Woah, at least buy me dinner first?” Max’s eyes widened as you growled playfully and tugged at the hem of his branded red-bull shirt, “O-Okay okay, chill out you horny demon.”

“Good,” You huff, undoing the buttons of your light blue shirt, until you stood in just your bra and a long pair of silky lounge-wear pants, “We aren’t leaving here until you blush at least once.” You promised him, grinning manically when he stared at your chest.

You re-started once again, barely brushing your lips against the shell of his ear, smiling to yourself when his breath hitched and he groaned, “Anything?” You breathe out, licking slowly, lustfully at the sensitive skin between his ear and the nape of his neck.

“No,” Max denied, squeezing his eyes shut when you took the skin of his collar bone between your lips, sucking lavishly until you were sure of a dark blue love bite before moving inwards, littering the pale canvas with your marks.

“Come on Maxie, you know you want to,” You crooned moving further down, until your face was between his pecs and your hands were braced against the muscles, you dug your nails into his skin before dragging them slowly downwards whilst keeping your eyes locked with his, waiting for the victorious rosy tint to paint his face.

No luck.

“Maybe we should just give up? I can think of a lot of things I can do,” He just barely moaned out from between heavy pants whilst your mouth had made its way to his navel, leaving a wet trail in its wake. You shook your head slightly, flicking your eyes down to where your tongue lay flat against his stomach, “Are you fucking kidding me?” You complained, biting his abs.

“What? I can’t help it,” He defended, holding his arms up innocently before clenching his jaw shut when you began to fiddle with the button of his jeans.

“Yeah?” You challenge, getting up from the tiled floor to swing one leg to one side of his waist while the other sat on the opposite side, allowing you to straddle him and sit directly on his crotch whilst raising an eyebrow at his rolled back eyes.

“What about now Maxie?”

You winded your hips once. Twice. Until he came to hold your love-handles with a tight, possessive grip. Max leaned up, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, you whimpered when one of his hands slipped beneath your pants to snap the elastic of your underwear.

You pulled away, burring your hands in his hair and letting the soft strands flow through your fingers, “What about now?” You murmur, pushing yourself against his palm whilst arching your back. He hissed, smirking at your determination.

“Nope.” He removed both hands from your body to fold them behind his head and lean back, “Now what, schat?”

You slumped down and pulled at your bra strap contemplatively, “Dinner.” You stated simply, clambering out of his lap.

“That’s what I tho- wait why are your clothes on?” He asked you incredulously, pointing at the significant tent in his jeans.

“Max Emillian Verstappen I put a lot of effort into dinner tonight,” You scolded him with your pointer finger as you slipped on your shirt, leaving the buttons undone.

“W-what the-“ He spluttered reaching for your hand, “Seriously don’t do this,” he whined, adjusting his jeans with an uncomfortable expression.

“That’s what you get.” You shrugged, leaving him in the dining room, not before you bent down in front of him- swaying your hips suggestively as you collected his shirt from the floor and throwing it at him, “Don’t come out without your shirt on.”

The door slowly creaked shut, leaving Max still shirtless, flabbergasted at his inability to blush.

Well, not really.

He groaned loudly, balling up his shirt to hide the angry red flush that creeped up his cheeks and took over the entirety of his chest, ears and neck.

“HAH!” You called out, re-emerging from the door with a bang, “I KNEW IT.” You had your phone in your hand, displaying a perfect picture of his flustered state, the blonde was buried within his team’s shirt and was very obviously scarlet, “NOW THE WORLD WILL KNOW!” You shouted victoriously, jumping up and down in your spot, shirt still unbuttoned.

You squealed when Max jumped and growled at you, “Get back here, I’ll give you something to tweet about.”

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over

📻 Kchh...Dutch....to english....over

heilige shit - Holy shit

Geliefde - Love [r]

mijn mooie vriendin - my beautiful girlfriend

dat zal niet lukken - that won't work

Mijn liefje - My darling

schat - Darling/Love/Babe [term of endearment]

had het anders niet geweten - wouldn't have known otherwise

[saturnsbabyboii]

🍭Astro Observation for you to munch on until Fatoor 🍭

🍭People that have a Fire sign or an Earth sign on the cusp of the 3rd house are great vocalists (Exp. Ariana Grande, Whitney Huston, Amy Winehouse, Michael Jackson, Mariah Carey, Lana Del Rey, etc.)

🍭Taurus Suns with Gemini Venus are top tier

🍭Capricorn Venus and their never-ending search for the perfect partner. (Standards are too high? or is no one worth it?)

🍭The stereotype of Cancers being homebodies seems to be very far from the truth. They're always on the go, meeting people, getting into new experiences and exploring. However, they do value their own space as they consider their home/room/inner world to be sacred and isn't to be shared with everyone. They're the true "Extroverted introvert", if you will.

🍭Synastry charts aren't a one size fits all. An aspect has a different interpretation depending on the status of the relationship (platonic, familial, romantic, or sexual, etc.) For instance, the presence of Squares can be experienced positively in romantic/sexual relationships, but a bit challenging in platonic ones. However, it is hell to have it with family.

🍭Continuing with aspects, the presence of squares or "harsh" aspects doesn't mean you're doomed to fail. In fact, people that have more harsh aspects are very well in control of themselves (or at least of the themes of the placements/houses involved). I have known and witnessed many people that have been blessed with trines that end up overindulging and disregarding the dangers of their actions. It is possible that because things usually work out for them that they take it for granted and push their luck too far. (The recurrence of trines in the birth chart is common among celebrities who overdose, but that is just what I have observed)

🍭There are many posts on placements/aspects that indicate wealth and/or fame. However, we don't talk about HOW, WHERE, and WHAT can we do to cultivate this kind of success. The answer is in the mutable houses (3rd, 6th, 9th, 12th). The sign over the house, the placements, and the position of the house ruler (even aspects and degrees but focus on the latter first) will tell you where you need to go, what should you do, how should you do it, and (most importantly) what is blocking you or in what ways can you change in order to move to that next step.

🍭Regardless of their other placements, I have never met or heard of a Pisce and a Leo getting along.

🍭It is true that Earth placements/doms guard their inner self with many walls, but the way Air placements/doms do it always fascinates me. Instead of an obvious defensive stance, they unleash a mirage that creates the illusion of openness. You never really know what's true versus what's not but the kicker is, neither do they. I still love them though.

🍭What's with Water energy and getting too much plastic surgery?

🍭Jupiter is the planet of growth, wisdom, knowledge, and luck. Wherever it's placed it'll give you "a big head". As a Jupiter in 3rd, I have to catch myself from being a smartass and a know-it-all. My friend has a Jupiter in the 1st and she could wear a trash bag and you can't tell her nothing about how she looks. On a side note, she does have a larger head and looks like a Bratz doll (no shade though)

🍭Despite what I have heard/read, I am continuously disappointed by Scorpio placements. I don't get the hype. But when it comes to Virgos and Geminis though, I have been pleasantly surprised.

🍭Aries Moon 🤝Low key being a covert narcissist

🍭Leos out here thinking they're an undiscovered celebrity, meanwhile Sagittarians and Capricorns are a living meme factory

🍭12th house stelliums and their obsession with existential questions "Why am I here?" "What's the soul?"

🍭Having your Moon reside in an Air house (3rd, 7th, 11th) makes it difficult for you to understand your physical emotional reactions (Exp. Always wondering "Why do I feel weird?") Finding a visual discord as an outlet or talking about it with other people can develop an awareness and an understanding of the connection between your body and mind

🍭Most Fire placements have such powerful minds and pure hearts but their mouths always get them in trouble.

🍭Pisces and Libra placements aren't sweet angels with rose-colored glasses. Not saying they aren't good people, but the ones that I have known had a very dark and twisted side to them with a very pessimistic point of view of the world. This could be due to their sensitivity to their surroundings and other people.

🍭Earth in the 8th is very likely to leave a big chunk as their inheritance, meanwhile Fire in the 8th is hitting the jackpot (Sorry nana)

🍭The element of your 2nd house reflects your self-esteem.

Water in the 2nd indicates a turbulent and unstable self-image that ranges from highs and lows.

Earth in the 2nd house has a sustainable and clear image of themselves with an awareness of their flaws and ways to improve.

Air in the 2nd house and their fluctuating sense of self, they are very likely to personalize and have a completely warped idea of themselves, or they absolutely don't give a damn about how they look and have an unshakable confidence.

Fire in the 2nd house, Either peak early in life then crash hard with a bruised ego or takes a long time to fully accept and love who they are

🍭Having Saturn and Jupiter in the same house is the holy grail of growth. You will forever receive lessons and discipline from Saturn along with endless wisdom and improvement from Jupiter. An indication of a very tough start (depending on the house themes) you may feel alone and conflicted with no one to turn to regarding it. However, with Jupiter as your guide and Saturn as your protector, you'll be able to take on whatever the house (and probably life) throws at you like a pro tennis player.

Bye Bitch✨

[itsguysnightitsironic]

"Gresca i destrucció, riurem i ens penedirem, el cremarem el dimarts i patirem fins el diumenge."

"Party and destruction, we will laugh and repent, we will set him on fire on Tuesday and we will suffer until next Sunday."

I almost forgot the whole Carnestoltes and Vella Quaresma celebration when it literally goes hand in hand with OAUW themes.

Some context under the threat:

- The Carnestoltes i la Vella Quaresma represent the two extremes of the balance, the excess, "El rei Carnestoltes", and the abstinence, "la Vella Quaresma".

As the story sings: the King Carnestoltes brings party and joy for days, but after a whole week of partying, no sleeping and "sinning", the people find themselves exhausted, with their homes destroyed and no food for the winter.

So Carnestoltes is sentenced to death by the stake on Tuesday and on Wednesday "El dimecres de cendra" (Ash Wednesday) starts the 40 days of penitence (no meat, no eggs...) marked by the seven legs of the Vella Quaresma who loses one every week, ending in Pasqua (the return of Spring).

-The style is inspired by the nostalgia and softness of Pere Torné Esquius illustrations.

"Venedora de globus" cap els 1907 de Pere Torné i Esquius.

-Also, also, the demons represent the Correfocs, pyrotechnics spectacles made by adults and children dressed as demons throwing fire and spurns around.

Diables de les Corts fotos de Albert Pedra 2019

Which is the coolest thing ever. Also there's dragons dances.

Correfoc de Manresa 2011

This is a threat for you to forget Sant Valentine and go watch Correfocs-

[l0velylecter]

you can be the boss, philip graves / reader & captain john price / reader

— ‘ a fire in his eyes, know, i saw it.’

summary : graves (or) price sees you all beautiful and can’t help but ruin you pairings : philip graves / reader & captain john price / reader fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii pairing :  f!reader / phillip graves , f!reader /  captain john price rating : m for suggestive themes, minors don’t interact (mdni!), not safe for work (nsfw!) warnings : graphic descriptions of sex, cursing  tags : kissing, making out, degration, sub/dom dynamics, spanking, oral , sex alternative title : the cod : mw ii men as lana del rey songs, vol.i  song used for inspiration : you can be the boss by lana del rey

You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…

01 | “ C’mere baby,” Phillip grinned, pulling you atop his lap. With both your legs straddling his hips, he used a hand to palm your ass before squeezing it — abruptly pulling you forward and directly atop his growing bulge. He swallowed your gasp with a rough kiss : he smells like malt liquor and the expensive perfume you got him last Christmas, and when you rub your nose against his chin, you giggled at the feel of his stubble. 

The man is all teeth and tongue: your boyfriend never gets past the first hour of going home from a mission without getting handsy with you. The dinner reservation at his favourite restaurant no longer relevant when he saw you applying your lipstick by the vanity table. You let out a small laugh at the sight of rogue red lip stains peppering his face and smearing his cheeks, only to moan the moment he bunches your dress up to your waist, his eyes lighting up at the sudden realisation that you weren't wearing anything underneath. He bit into your bottom lip, his voice dropping in between kisses.

" Naughty girl. What should I do with you, hm ?" 

You grind down and he let out a strained, “ Fuck.” 

Almost immediately, he had you over his knees — ass up in the air. 

“ You dirty little slut. It’s almost like you’re begging for it.”

A ringing sound echoed around the private bedroom you share, bouncing off the walls and windows, and with it, over your right cheek, came a flash of pain that lingered briefly, brilliantly — the sharp yet exquisite pain, forcing out a cry of surprise from you. Seconds after the shock turned into warm, ripe heat, Phillip spanked you again, pulling a shameless, high-pitched moan out of you.

“ Easy girl, this is what you get for teasing me after all those nights alone, thinking about you, kissing you, fucking you. You drive me insane, you know that ?” 

His other hand started stroking down your lower back, and now you understand why he chose this backless dress for you — he’s always had this fascination of running his fingers, his lips down your spine: gently, smoothly. His thumb rubbed over your skin: the softness of it, in contrast to the sharp heat from his spanking drove you to the edge.

By the fourth spank, he had his other hand working on your clit, the onslaught of stimuli making you come immediately. Yet even when you’re panting and shaking over his lap, Phillip still has the audacity to tease you, moving to the bed so he can pull your hair down to hear your whine.  With your nails running down his back, you tried pulling him into a kiss, but because he’s an asshole — Phillip resisted with his lips hovering above yours. You know what he wants, and you smacked his chest weakly, frustrated that right before you climax, he started to edge you on: refusing to sink into you even if you can feel him right at your already soaking entrance. “ C’mon sweetheart, you know what I want.”

Sobbing from how his hand is still in between your legs, you whimpered, “ Please, Phillip, kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.” “ Is that all ?” “ Fuck me, please ! I want you in me.” “ Good girl, you know I love that shit,” He chuckled, and with a kiss, he finally buried himself inside of you in one go: your body warm and inviting, having remembered the shape of his body against yours. He’s ruined you for other men, and the cocky bastard knows this.

He had a cigarette with his number on it He gave it over to me, “Do you want it?”

02 | " My woman," Price murmured against your shoulder, his beard scratching over the skin and making you laugh. You let out a content sigh, eyes still glued onto the vanity mirror. The reflection of the jewels resting across your neck rendered you speechless, fingers still gently caressing the diamonds — the cool texture paired with his hands running up and down your shoulders sending a shiver down your spine. You turn to face him, stroking the side of his face before tenderly kissing him, "Thank you... it's beautiful." 

One of your favorite things about him is that he always spoils you with gifts. He never greets you empty-handed, whether, with a bouquet or a necklace so expensive that knowing the fee nearly made you pass out, he showers you with affection. But gifts are not the only way Price pampers you.

Hearing you so awed and breathless did things to him, and when you were looking up at him so sweetly — Price couldn't resist.

" Christ," He groaned, sliding a hand under your chin to pull you to his lips. You grinned against his kisses, inhaling the scent of tobacco and bergamot while his thumb stroked your chin. You had to remind him that you were only human, and when you gasped, he kept his fingers around your neck: careful to put just the right amount of pressure to make your mind heady with excitement.

With one big swoop, he carried you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, giving you a nice view of his arms. Out of his uniform and in his crisp button-down shirt, you bit your lip in anticipation as you watched Price roll down his sleeves to the elbows. Catching you staring, he raised a brow, " Patience, love. Now be good and lay down for me, will you ?"

You nodded.

" I didn't quite catch that."

" Yes..sir"

He grinned, " That's it."

He ran a hand up your thigh, starting from your calves before slowly, teasingly going up — the feather-light touches enough to make you squirm. Yet he scolds you by stopping, " Hands to yourself, sweetheart. No touching unless I say so, understood?"

" But-"

" Don't make me repeat myself."

Keeping your mouth shut, you felt like pulling your hair out. But you knew Price likes to take his time to admire you, to undress you with his eyes; it would have made you come if it wasn't for the promise of more. Eventually, he positioned himself between your legs, his heated look disappearing underneath your dress. Your head nearly collided against the headboard when he gave one long lick across your clit, his rough and calloused fingers joining soon after.

And when you come down from your climax, Price would give your hip an encouraging squeeze, easing you through your high. He kisses you almost immediately, letting you taste yourself on him. It's euphoric how protected and cared for you feel around Price, and when he undresses you like a present, leaving you with nothing but the necklace on, he worships you through each thrust. Praising you for how good you take him, for how warm and tight and perfect you are for him.

It was clear who was in control, whether in the field or the bedroom — Price moved to conquer, to mark, to seize. Just as he gives, he takes, and tonight he has his eyes on you.

a/n : price is so lana del rey vinyl, and this lana song definitely reminds me of  them. i need sugar daddy price and graves spoiling their s/os. with how much cigar this man smokes, i just know price has a butler, a mansion and generational wealth left behind by his war hero grandfather. ( lily-rose depp who ? my favorite nepo baby is captain john price ) and graves definitely takes pride in being the traditional breadwinner ( and i am willing housewife ) i hope you enjoy this ! 

[romana-after-dark]

Room's on Fire Masterlist

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Years after the world fell apart, various communities have established themselves, one of which is ran by four men who claim to be divine.

When they decide it's time to and heir to be born, they chose a virgin from their cult and make her their wife. Reader is offered a choice, of course. She doesn't have to marry them. But if she doesn't, the savior won't be born. She choses to become the Madonna. She is wed to all four of them, and moved into their home where her body is open to use whenever her husbands desire (free use au), in the hopes of getting her pregnant. It doesn't matter whose baby it ends up being, because they are all part God, so it doesn't matter... right?

Warnings for full fic, if anything is added or really emphcized it will be in additional warnings.

THIS IS A DARK FIC THOUGH SO BE WARY! I CAN'T PROTECT AGAINST EVERYTHING.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Unknown amount of chapters right now.

Chapter 1: Pilot: Delta finds their Madonna Chapter 2: The wedding Chapter 3: Aftermath of the wedding FishBen: Symptom of Being Human Chapter 4: Pope is not pleased. Chapter 5: Jonah lore, Madonna gets through to Frankie Chapter 6: Madonna gains Frankie's heart, Santi is jealous Iris: Rey and Iris find pockets of time Chapter 7: Fun with Ben: wining Pope back Chapter 8: big announcement to the community

Non canon Frankie Madonna Chapter 9: Madonna’s blissful ignorance to the world around her. Chapter 10: There's a lot Madonna doesn't know.

Chapter 11: Things start to crumble around Madonna

Chapter 12:

Chapter 13:

Chapter 14:

Chapter 15:

Chapter 16:

Chapter 17:

Chapter 18:

Chapter 19:

Chapter 20:

Bonus Content

not necessary for the series. Pieces in the main list are suggested as they add depth and sometimes small plot points.

"Can you peel my orange?" Jonah smut

Jonah Hanson character ai

ROF characters Star signs

Jonah x non-Madonna reader x Marcus flashback commission

Art

By @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

By @survivingandenduring

Lil comic by @my-secret-shame

As I said, a lot of themes and dynamics ended up accidentally similarly to Watch Your Step by the amazing @charnelhouse Some was because that fic is what developed my characterizations of the boys. Some was totally incidental, like Pope and readers relation to art. It's different though, a much different series, but I wanted to tell y'all that she s PUBLISHING WYS AS A NOVEL NOW, Its called Cardinal Sin's and I'll link it right here!

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[icyhottodo]

oblivious

genre: fluff, slight angst, f2l | pairing: shoto x gn reader

summary: you suddenly gain a secret admirer, and for the first time you see shoto, your childhood best friend suddenly drifts from you. why could this be?

warnings: food, jealousy, insecurity, reader not eating (doesn't go in-depth), mentions of endeavor and his questionable parenting, slight mention of injuries (like children doing dumb stuff) 

wc: 5.3k>

nini’s notes: i’m kind of bad at intros and transitions T-T, so i hope this is decent! this was supposed to be a shoto secret admirer au but idk what happened…. happy valentines day!

you and shoto are two peas in a pod, both of you being glued to the hip basically since birth. even though shoto was not allowed to make friends throughout his infant years, he was lucky to meet you. you’re the child of a parent who is really good friends with endeavor. so endeavor made an exception and allowed shoto to make friends with you. 

you don't remember how your first encounter with him went, but you held your precious memories of having sleepovers at the todoroki’s or even baking cakes with his mother with the dual-haired man. 

-

shoto and you randomly decided to make a christmas red velvet-themed cake since the holiday was coming right around the corner. having shoto’s mother, rei go a quick trip to the grocery store for box cake mix, funfetti frosting, and christmas sprinkles just for the two of you.

still being seven years old, shoto decided not to read the instructions, declaring that baking wouldn’t be fun if they were to follow the rules. so shoto went for it, with no thought. he poured the cake mix onto the bowl until there wasn’t a single drop of cake mix left. afterward, he grabbed a carton of milk and two eggs from the fridge. todoroki gave you the two eggs for you to crack while he would randomly pour the milk, only stopping until he seemed content with the texture of the batter.

todoroki looked up to gaze at you, he quickly noticed a smidge of the red cake mix on the corner of your lips as a result of you grabbing a finger-full of the batter, taste-testing if the cake was good or not. when shoto got the thumbs up from you, he held up the bowl and poured the batter onto what it seems, multiple small heart-shaped cake molds.

now you see, rei would have bought a christmas themed cake mold, like a santa or even a tree-baking dish but shoto was too persistent on using heart-shaped ones.

shoto’s mother watched over the two of you to make sure you two wouldn’t light the house on fire or whatever the sort. although, she was not stopping shoto when he poured an unnecessary amount of three cups of milk when he wasn't supposed to. she was smiling fondly at the scene until in a blink of an eye, the kitchen and especially both you and shoto were almost fully covered with the cake batter. rei sighed at the mess that she would have to clean up later, but she quickly covered her face with a fond smile at both kids, who were wearing wide toothy smiles. as long as you two were having fun rei supposed.

“here you go y/n!” he exclaimed.

shoto proudly presented his decoration, what he showed you was one of the heart cakes. he previously refused to let you see one of the cakes he was decorating earlier, despite your constant trials to see what he was doing when you thought he was letting his guard down to only be disappointed. you audibly gasped at the surprise, feeling touched that todoroki made a special cake just for you.

there was only one color of frosting, a red frosting which had an even base coating, covering the whole cake. on top of the cake had white lettering with yellow and green sprinkles that were scattered all over the small cake. the words said nothing else aside from your name and the cute white hearts around your name.

feeling grateful for shoto’s small surprise, you carefully grabbed the cake in hopes of not dropping shoto’s carefully-made cake and excitedly kissed him on the cheek. making shoto flush bright red from your actions– nonetheless, grinning ear to ear.

“thank you todo!”

-

to shoto, you were his other half, he would always come to you whenever his father was being strict (more like abusive) like usual or if anything in the world was troubling him… or maybe he just wanted some attention from you. you are everything to him, so shoto always tries to protect you from anything that might hurt you, even the tiniest bit.

like this one time– you, todoroki, and a few other classmates were working on an art project back in your previous middle school. the project had to deal with crafting a building the class was learning about, so a hot glue gun was needed at this time. one of your classmates was gluing two pieces of cardboard together when somehow he accidentally dropped the glue gun, which coincidentally fell on your hands, the tip of the hot glue gun touching your bare skin.

while a glue gun may not be too hot for an adult, the glue gun still burned you as a child at that time, not having much heat tolerance. you hear your classmate profusely apologize for accidentally burning you, but you were too focused on the pain you just experienced, wincing in pain in response to their apologies.

“here, let me help you with that.” you hear shoto’s gentle voice as he walks up next to you.

todoroki used his ice quirk to cool the minor injury you were feeling. instantly, the pain along with the heat was gone, the only reminisce of anything odd was the small ice covering up the tiny burn. when todoroki saw a glimpse of pain on your face, he would never want you to experience such an emotion ever again. even though it was a minor injury.

-

you soon grew up crushing on shoto todoroki, your best friend. you think your infatuation started at the ripe age of eleven when you started your small crush on your best friend. 

it was like any normal day in your bedroom, shoto was laying down on your lap while scrolling through his phone and you were watching your favorite show on the television. you ran your fingers through his fluffy two-color hair, the soothing movements made todoroki slowly start to fall asleep. his breathing going lighter as each second passed, his body becoming limp in your arms.

“you hungry shoto?” you asked delicately, still running your fingers through his hair.

when you didn't receive an answer, you looked down and noticed him sleeping. you smiled fondly at the sight, he trusted you so much to fall asleep on you. you soon found yourself staring at his features. his eyebrows are finally relaxed, compared to when he was awake, somehow always looking slightly angry despite his neutral stance. his slightly chubby cheeks were reducing each year you two grow older. and finally, his soft– yet still-chapped lips were parted slightly due to his slumber. slowly but surely, you started to lean closer and closer until you could feel his warm breath on your lips.

no. you stopped yourself. you shouldn’t do this, you shouldn't be thinking about kissing your best friend, especially when he's asleep. especially when you two are barely even eleven years old for goodness sake!

you reeled yourself away, deciding to gently kiss him instead. so you pecked a kiss on the left side of his forehead. when you are done, you start to lightly pull his body onto your pillow, making sure your soft blanket fully covers him. you slowly close your door to try not to wake up. when you were out of earshot, you briskly started walking to the kitchen. trying to find food to take your mind off your best friend and what had almost happened in that room. 

with that, your little crush quickly turned into an extremely huge crush, maybe even bordering the line of love. but you care for him, especially after all the traumatic events he went through. (not that you would care less if he hadn't gone through such things.) you shouldn't… you can’t confess to him, you wouldn’t dare risk losing your best friend. so you suppress your feelings for the calm man, content with being just friends with him.

-

once shoto heard the door close, he shot his eyes open instantly. 

what just happened? was all todoroki could think about. he can feel himself turn red with his interaction with you. were you just about to kiss him? your kiss on his scar? he felt his heart beat faster, todoroki was in denial. no that's just how they are. get over it shoto.

with that shoto went back to sleep, feeling inside giddy with his thoughts of you possibly kissing him.

-

a few years later, both you and shoto todoroki were able to land a spot at ua high school. coincidentally sharing the same hero course. shoto couldn’t live without you being in the same class as him.

todoroki, almost-aggressively opened the door to class 1-a, not purposely but he accidentally made his presence known. he instantly turned shy, he was not expecting all 1-a classmates’ eyes on him but quickly covered his flustered-ness up. shoto gestured for you to walk inside first to cover up his slight embarrassment. when you walked in, you felt an instant breeze, making you shiver. today at the u.a academy seems particularly colder than usual. you rubbed your arms together frantically while todoroki followed you shortly after.

“todo, is it just me, or is it freezing here?” 

you look around for your classmates, trying to see if anyone else was cold or if you were just crazy. luckily, you weren't, everyone else seemed to be freezing or even just slightly cold. that is, until you looked next to you, your best friend who seemed perfectly fine.

lucky. he can control being cold and hot. i wish. you thought in despair. without saying a word, todoroki took off his uniform jacket and placed it on top of your shoulders, so now you were wearing his sweater.

“stay on my left side,” he said, intertwining one of your hands, pulling you to his fire quirk side. 

he still did not pull his hand away even after he moved you to his warmer side. you were embraced by his warmth and immediately smelled a woody minty smell from the jacket he lent you. you felt your face heat up at his gesture, looking away at his boring heterochromatic eyes.

“thanks, todo.” you felt you were about to grin, but you fake coughed to try to cover up your smile.

these fleeting moments with todoroki shortly fled as you saw some of your classmates surround your desk. you were curious about what had happened until you saw a handmade paper rose and a small paper note on your designated desk.

a pretty flower for a pretty person. -s

s? you thought. the thoughts and feelings of the class being cold were instantly gone. there are a lot of people who have the letter s, whether it may be their first or last name. shinsou from general studies? mezo shoji or hanta sero, both being in the same class as you? heck, maybe even sensei shota aizawa. (although, that will be highly concerning. as he is your homeroom teacher.)

but who you instantly thought and kept coming back to who might be your new secret admirer is your best friend, shoto. he has the letter s in his name as well. although, those thoughts that the secret admirer might even be him, quickly shut down as your insecurities got the better of you. why would he ever like me?

“woahhh! y/n has a secret admirer! our y/n!” denki announced to the classroom.

everyone interested in your sudden love interest, let out a long ooh. (which was shortly stopped since katsuki bakugo yelled out “shut up you damn extras!”) your second closest friend, ochaco uraraka squealed and shook your shoulders.

“this is so cute! i wonder who it is from?” she exclaimed. her face and presence beaming at you, clearly excited about your potential love life.

once she lets you go, you reread the note over and over again. you were trying to decipher if you can recognize the penmanship or come up with who else has an s on their name.

your eyes glanced at todoroki who was still beside you. he was staring blankly at your small surprise like what he usually does, but this time his expression seemed a little different. what is he thinking about? normally, you would be able to read what he is thinking, shoto is usually an open book for you; suddenly becoming clouded, you didn't know whether to be concerned or not.

“i hope you guys aren't chatting when the class has already started.” your homeroom teacher, aizawa suddenly appeared in front of the class wearing his usual yellow sleeping bag. 

his strained eyes, messy black hair, and a slightly raspy voice. aizawa is not meant to take jokingly. you blinked once and everyone was in their seats, as if they never left it from the start, including you. aizawa took off his sleeping bag and started instructing.

“okay class, you will….” aizawa’s voice slowly faded as you were going into your daydream like usual. you stared at your flower and note.

pulling your daydreams away, you once again decided to look at your desk partner, todoroki who was already looking at you. flustered, you broke eye contact hastily, deciding it was better to focus on today’s agenda. too bad you looked away too fast because if you were to look one second longer, you would see todoroki’s slight smile and blush painted on his face. you caught him staring at you.

-

“class dismissed,” aizawa sensei announced, already putting on his yellow sleeping bag, ready to sleep on the spot.

“i'm so glad class is over!” 

uraraka came up to you before you or shoto even had a chance to go up to one another. you nodded, smiling when uraraka linked arms with you.

“i need to use the restroom! come with me please,” she asked, already pulling you away. knowing you're going to agree anyways.

you turned back at shoto, giving him a look, wordlessly saying you'll be back. shoto gave you a small smile, nodding. letting you know it is okay to go hang out with your other friends once in a while.

the walk to the girls' restroom is a bit short, the bathroom only being at the end of the hallway. while walking, uraraka decided to talk about your unexpected secret admirer.

“you know, if your secret admirer ever reveals themselves, i feel like todoroki would get protective of you.” she suddenly brings up a conversation about shoto.

“what?” you turned to the brown hair girl, looking extremely confused.

“why would sho be so protective of me?” 

you raised an eyebrow at your friend, questioning what she just commented. you thought that sho would be indifferent to the situation, like how he always is. 

“what do you mean sho will be protective?” you continued your questions, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“babe… you two act like lovesick high school sweethearts. when you're without him, he acts like a lost puppy looking for his owner. i feel like he would feel left out if your secret admirer ever decided to reveal themself.” she comments, while turning to look at you.

you two reach the women’s bathroom and uraraka walks in while you wait outside. you leaned against the wall, allowing you to gather your thoughts.

do we act like a couple? you didn't think anything was weird about your friendship with todoroki, you thought that your relationship with shoto is the same as any other friendship would be. you start to think back on your memories, trying to see what could have made you two look like a couple.

-

two memories stood out to you. 

one of them was going to every special holiday over the todoroki’s place. 

that day was the lunar new year. like always, you decided to stay over at shoto’s place to celebrate the new year. unlike the chinese tradition, which is to make tons of dumplings from scratch. instead, you and shoto decided to make soba from scratch alternatively.

making soba was quite easy in your opinion, making the uncooked noodles only after a few minutes of mixing the ingredients and making strips out of the dough. 

but suddenly, you feel a hot breath near your neck, making your body hairs stand up from the warmth and the closeness.

“no y/n, you knead the dough like this.” 

shoto’s tall body wrapped around you and hearing his voice so close to your ear made your body stand straight unconsciously. where todoroki positioned himself, it felt like he was embracing you. his hands took over your own to show you how to knead the dough properly, but you weren’t able to focus on shoto’s instructions. instead, you slightly turned your head to look at him. his shampoo scent was filling your nostrils due to him having gotten out of the shower. seeing the drops of water slowly dripping out of his hair, and hearing his steady breath. you felt your heart quickly pound faster, the words he was instructing sounded like music in your ears instead.

with your silence– todoroki noticed how you weren’t paying attention, catching you staring at his face. being placed in this situation felt like hours until todoroki finally decided to break the silence with a forced cough, causing him to pull away from the position he put himself in.

“do you understand?” he gives you his dazzling smile, reminding you of why your heart was beating loudly.

-

and the second memory– sleeping on the same bed when shoto was sleeping over.

shoto would always come to sleep over at your place whenever endeavor would push shoto past shoto’s limits. (and that was quite often.)

that day, shoto seemed even quieter than usual. it was one of the times he would keep whatever happened to himself rather than talk about it. which was okay for you, sometimes shoto would vent or just not talk at all.

soon the sun was quickly turning into nightfall, shoto gets up from your bed and goes to your dresser. he would always have a few extra outfits at your place due to him staying over quite frequently.

you didn’t know why but you felt your heart beat louder and your stomach drop. were you nervous or scared? you shouldn’t be, in the past–you two always shared the same bed when either of you slept over. what's so different about now? maybe it was because you finally realized your crush on shoto? 

wordlessly, shoto walks over to the bathroom once he grabs his pajamas. seeing shoto do this, you too decided to change, getting ready to sleep. choosing to change in your room, locking the door of course.

a short few minutes later, you saw yourself pulling up the covers of your bed up to your face when shoto walked in. quietly trudging over to your bed, shoto lifted your blanket. you saw shoto immediately rest his eyes from the warmth of your bed.

perhaps you should try to sleep like shoto. but no matter how much you tried, you still felt restless, turning your body side to side every five minutes– trying to find a position you were comfortable in. you turned to lean on your left side, where shoto was laying at.

his eyes were already opened, looking at you, “can’t sleep?”

all you did was nod once, causing shoto to wrap his arms around you, with your head in his chest. instantaneously, you felt sleepier and sleepier from shoto’s cuddling.

“you’re such a dork.” you heard a tender voice from shoto before fully falling asleep.

-

“maybe we do act like a couple…” you whispered to yourself in realization.

-

as the second day comes, like always– you would walk into class 1-a with todoroki. and similarly to yesterday, you noticed a little gift on your desk once again. but this time the present was a heart-shaped box of chocolates, with a note on top of your gift. 

this time the note said, ‘these chocolates are almost as sweet as you. -s’ 

the chocolates were surprising to you, these chocolates were your favorite brand of chocolates. you didn’t know how your secret admirer knew you liked this specific type of chocolate brand, but you were touched by how they knew such a little thing about you.

after reading your note, todoroki glanced at you and he noticed you smiling at your gift. honestly, he thought your gift was pretty creepy unless your secret admirer was one of your closest friends, and he doubts that your secret admirer was close to you. perhaps he is slightly jealous but he wouldn’t admit to that.

he crossed his arms and looked at your present with a grimace. before realizing what he was doing, he should be happy for you as your best friend. he felt sick in his stomach, what is this feeling? he thought to himself. shoto didn't like this feeling one bit.

the day goes by quickly like any other day, and shoto found himself laying in his traditional japanese bedroom. he layed in his bed uneasy, todoroki found himself overthinking. 

shoto seeing his best friend gain a sudden love interest felt like a sudden stop in his world. someone had a crush on you? what if you liked them back? what would that mean for him?

wait why am i worrying about this? i don’t like them right? shoto realized he was thinking too much about this situation like any other normal best friend would. shoto suddenly realizes how he started admiring the way you smell. the way your hair perfectly frames your face. how attractive you are and how kind you are to everyone. todoroki is finally realizing that he likes you.

but with that, all of the negative thoughts start to seep into todoroki’s mind. why would you ever like shoto back? perhaps you only thought of him as a childhood best friend. shoto didn’t like feeling overwhelmed with such emotions, he doesn’t want to feel these emotions. deciding it would be better to start avoiding you, in hopes his infatuation with you will die soon.

-

and slowly but surely, shoto starts to avoid you. instead of sitting next to you during lunch, he starts to sit across from you– until he finds excuses to not sit next to you for lunch. saying excuses like “sorry, midoriya needs my help in training. go eat without me. we’ll eat together another day.” but then shoto wouldn’t join you the day after, or the day after that, and the day after that, until he never joins at all.

you only started noticing todoroki’s weird behavior when he starts to walk to class on his own. but you weren't able to talk to him, when he catches sight of you, he would run away in a blink of an eye.

-

once, the 1-a class was sparring and training like normal and aizawa sensei had paired your… ex? best friend and you together. but once todoroki heard you two would be sparring together, shoto starts to put his hand over his stomach, clenching onto his pe uniform. you hear shoto make a small groan to top it all off.

“sensei… i don’t feel so good… perhaps i got food poisoning.” shoto grumbled out, his voice laced with pain.

but you knew he was acting, shoto would never explicitly say he was hurting in any way shape or form. why would he do it now?

hearing this, aizawa raised one of his eyebrows in suspicion but soon after rested his facial features, “alright, stay in your dorm for the rest of the day. but i expect you to participate tomorrow.”

and with that shoto left the gym, you stared at the door shoto left through even though the class had moved on. uraraka noticed this, she patted you on your shoulder giving you a pitiful smile. you sighed, carrying on to today’s lesson, giving uraraka a smile to show you were fine.

were you really fine though?

-

shortly after, you were fed up with shoto’s weird behavior, and you were frustrated. did you do something to hurt todoroki? to make him avoid you at all costs? your other friends start to notice your mood worsen as the weeks pass by with todoroki steer clear of you. you stopped gushing about your secret admirer, just silently putting their presents away in your bag. they finally couldn't stand this situation any longer when uraraka observed that they stopped eating in the cafeteria. 

you looked at your wallpaper– it was you two, smiling happily as shoto has his arm around your shoulders. your eyes start to tear up from this.

you heard a light knocking on your dorm room, hearing this–  you using your sleeves to wipe the tears that were threatening to fall, along with some that had already fallen. you quietly cleared your throat in hopes that your voice was normal and not raspy.

“come in.” you curtly said.

you see uraraka gently opening the door, holding a tray of your favorite comfort food to eat when you are feeling down, and she smiles at you. seeing this sight, your eyes quickly start to tear up once again, as if you never wiped your tears in the first place.

“i noticed you stopped eating. so i was starting to get worried, you wanna talk about it?” uraraka spoke, walking up to you to hug you after putting down the tray of food on a table.

“u-uraraka-” you stuttered, feeling the hot tears start to fall, fastly at that.

your knees felt wobbly until you fell on your knees onto the floor of your bedroom. uraraka falling gently with you.

“i miss him uraraka. i miss shoto so much and it hurts so badly.” you vented out, feeling uraraka softly patted you letting you know she was intently listening to you.

“did i hurt him in any way? did i say something hurtful? i don’t know but i miss my friend, shoto avoiding me feels like half of me was ripped apart.”

after ranting about todoroki to ochaco uraraka some more, you became tired from crying for so long and so hard.

-

now, uraraka isn’t the type of person to make a scene or spill her friend’s secrets, even if she felt the slightest bit of anger. so when she tucked you in your bed, she immediately stormed out of your room, and briskly walked to one of the men’s dorms, more specifically shoto todoroki’s room. with only one thing she is determined to do, and that is to give your best friend a piece of her mind.

todoroki looked up from the book he was currently reading when he heard harsh yet soft knocks to not wake anyone else up. shoto stood up from his tatami floor to open the door for his unexpecting guest.

“oh uraraka, why are you here?” todoroki queried, holding on to the door, still inside his room.

“may i go inside? it is a private matter and i don’t want anyone else to hear us.” uraraka spoke with a straight face, trying to not let the emotions get the better of her.

shoto moved behind the door and made space for uraraka to enter his room. wasting no time, uraraka went straight to the point of the reason why she was here.

“what is y/n to you?” uraraka questioned, narrowing her eyes at the dual quirk boy.

the said boy’s eyes widened, not expecting uraraka to mention you. he looked out the window, scratching his nape.

“they're my closest friend.” shoto didn’t particularly lie, he just didn't entirely tell the truth.

uraraka leaned closer to see any signs of deception or nervousness, she was still suspicious.

“look me in the eyes and say that again.” she ordered, still not convinced that all shoto thought of you, was just a close friend.

shoto got a bad feeling. he felt like if he were to lie again, he would dig an even deeper hole than he was already in.

“i think- i think i like them more than friends. but it’s complicated.” shoto hesitantly confessed, finally looking at the brown-haired girl, but still not making eye contact with her.

“man, you two are extremely oblivious sometimes.” uraraka let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding, facepalming herself when she heard your best friend confess his liking towards you.

“do both of us a favor and don’t run away just because you feel emotions.”

with that, uraraka got up from the tatami floor and left without saying another word. oblivious? to what? shoto thought.

when shoto finally decided not to be a wuss about his feelings. the next day, he was going to apologize for his abnormal behavior. that is until you came up to him after class was dismissed and everyone had already left.

“im sorry shoto.” you let out, once you reached his desk.

“i’m not sure what i did but i know it must have been terrible for you to avoid me like this.” you look down at the floor feeling a lot of mixed emotions, shy, sad, and confused.

“i felt terrible these past few months without you todoroki. please, can i have my best friend back?”

he felt a pang of pain in his chest for two reasons, when you said his full last name, unlike saying his nickname which you always insist on saying no matter the circumstances. as well as shoto heard the two words, “best friend.” now is the time. shoto thought, finally deciding on confessing his crush to you, he didn’t want to hurt you or himself anymore.

“i am extremely madly in love with you y/n. it hurts me every time i saw that secret admirer of yours advance to you each day, to see you smile at their gifts. i thought it would be better to leave you alone, but i guess i was wrong. i’m so sorry.”

you were speechless for a while, you thought you were stuck in the friend zone forever, and there he stood. light pink was dusted on his cheeks and he fiddled with his thumbs, although it was concealed as you knew that he didn’t like to show his vulnerability at all. 

waiting for you to respond, he slowly started to show how nervous he was. he cleared his throat and began to open his mouth to say something.

“you don’t have to–”

and there he was, cut off by you, with a kiss. shoto’s heterochromatic eyes widened, seeing your pretty face up close, seeing your eyes closed as you slightly tilt your head to the side to get a feel of shoto’s lips better. you quickly pulled away shortly after with a wide grin plastered on your face.

“i like you too shoto todoroki and i would love to be your significant other.”

shoto can hear the love and endear in your voice when you said his name. he was in disbelief. after all this time, you liked him back. your reciprocation took him a minute to process what you had just said, but when he did a relieved and ecstatic smile started to be made on his face.

“oh also, never call me by my full name ever again.” 

and with that shoto gave you a bone-crushing hug, as if he hasn’t seen you in years. before giving you a passionate kiss on the lips.

i guess uraraka was right, we are both oblivious sometimes.

[jaeyunverse]

into the fandomverse | an enhypen collab call

welcome to into the fandomverse, a collaboration project for all engenes who enjoy writing on tumblr. i recently hit 3k followers and am hosting this event in celebration of said milestone. all details about the collab are under the cut. i hope you consider joining and spread the word so that your friends can join too :’)

collab masterlist

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘:

the general theme of the collab is that your fic should be set up in an alternate universe that already exists in a movie, show, book, game, comic, kdrama or anime. for example: harry potter x enhypen, haikyuu x enhypen, shadowhunters x enhypen etc. it really doesn’t matter what crossover or universe you choose as long as it is not problematic :)

𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦:

there are 21 slots in total i.e three for each member.

slots will be given on a first come, first serve basis so that the allotment is fair.

explicit smut is NOT allowed. implied smut is permitted ONLY for the HYUNG LINE—it goes without saying that you must be an adult if you wish to include anything nsfw in your submission.

member x reader and member x oc are the only pairings allowed. no member x member fics! remember to be inclusive of all races and body types if you are writing a x reader fic.

appearances of members other than the one you have chosen are allowed, but please make sure that the main focus of the fic is your chosen member!

your fic can include sensitive subjects as long as they are not romanticized, portrayed in bad light or represented incorrectly. also, please make sure to put proper trigger warnings above the read more cut once you post your fic.

no racism, ableism, homophobia or similar prejudices. you will be removed from the collab if you are found guilty of harboring them.

the code word is fandom. please mention it while applying for a spot so that i know you have gone through the rules.

the minimum word count is 1k. there is no maximum word count so feel free to let your imagination run free. please note that drabbles, blurbs, reactions, headcanons, series, smaus and timestamps will not be accepted. oneshots only!

plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

be respectful and kind to the other members who are a part of the collab. no hate will be tolerated.

this is not a rule but it would be nice if you had a discord account. i have made a server for easy communication and interaction between the collab members. it’s okay if you do not have an account!! i will update you through tumblr dms :’)

if you have any further queries, don't hesitate to dm me <3

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗬:

applications will be accepted through tumblr asks.

make sure to include your chosen member + fandom + the code word hidden in this post while sending in your application.

after your application has been accepted, please reblog this post to spread the message :D

𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦/𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗦:

the tentative deadline for posting your entry for the collab is 30th september, 2024.

the deadline is mostly for namesake and you are free to post your submission whenever you want, but please do not take undue advantage of the time flexibility.

i understand if you want to withdraw your application from the collab but please think carefully before applying.

𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗦

HEESEUNG: @hanverse (twd) | @flwrshee (25/21) | @boyfhee (extraordinary you) | @tarcherz (ever after high)

JAY: @soobisms (saiki k.) | @junityy (before sunrise) | @lheewonz (demon slayer) | @4xiaojun (maid sama!)

JAKE: @geombyu (fire force) | @hsgwrld (business proposal) | @notthatsamkim (cinderella) | @haesbit (kim possible)

SUNGHOON: @seongclb (hp) | @soobnny (aouad) | @ijhyo (enola holmes) | @hoondrive (spiderman)

SUNOO: @invvuu (tbhk) | @redm4ri (stargirl) | @sunny-reis (the girl who fell beneath the sea) | @enheaven (vampire academy)

JUNGWON: @yjwfav (jjk) | @haknom (see you in my 19th life) | @misojunnie (10 things i hate about you) | @jaeminri (summer strike)

RIKI: @jaeyunverse (spiderman) | @cinnajun (pjo) | @jennaissantes (our beloved summer) | @tyunni (13 going on 30)

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

The Five Naughty New Years

A collab between @vanwritesfan-fiction and @w1ldthoughts

A series that follows Jack and the readers relationship through five years of celebrating New Years together in the naughtiest ways.

Year Three

Warnings: language, smut, references to dom/sub relationship

Written by @w1ldthoughts

Jack was throwing this extravagant New Years Party at his home in Louisville tonight. It was going to be this lavish Gatsby themed affair with you starring as Daisy Buchanan. He’d been looking forward to tonight for a while and of course had spent the last few weeks planning out every single detail.

You just wanted to get to the champagne and the sultry dance you had planned for him at the end of the night with “Young and Beautiful” by Lana Del Rey playing in the background. You stood in your closet contemplating which shoes to wear playing with the new ring on your finger while Jack was in the shower.

Ever since you’d gotten engaged it had become your new coping mechanism, the shiny rock on your left hand still took a little time getting used to. But it also symbolized the next chapter of your life. This party Jack had planned would also serve as an engagement announcement so there were some nerves, but mostly just excitement.

You settled on a pair of shiny gold block heels and headed into the bathroom, taking off your clothes and stepping in through the glass doors already beginning to disappear in the steam.

His back was turned to you until he heard you shut the door behind yourself. “Baby, what the hell are you doing in here?” You laughed, looking him up and down before responding. “You always say that we should be more environmentally conscious. So I’m taking your advice and showering with you so we can save water. What’s the problem with that?” You ask innocently, flashing him your sweetest smile.

“I know what you’re doing and we do not have time for that right now. Urb is gonna be here in 20 minutes.” I only need about ten to get what I want, you think to yourself. “I am not doing anything, Jackman. We both need to shower before people start showing up so…hand me my soap. Please.” He handed you the bottle and you began to rub the soap all over your body, making sure that your hands lingered on your breasts and you could’ve sworn you heard his breath hitch.

“Do you need me to wash your back?” Jack asks after clearing his throat.

You nod, handing him the bottle. The water was a comfortable temperature, but his hands on your skin made you feel like you were on fire. While you rinsed off, you turned around and enveloped him with a kiss and he grabbed your wrists, guiding you against the shower wall, deepening the embrace.

Your lips fit together like puzzle pieces, hums and moans of desire painted the room until he abruptly pulled away, cupping your face in his large hands. “Now you know sneaking in here like this would usually get you punished,” he smiles, “but I’m feeling generous today so I’ll try to be gentle.” He turned on the side shower heads without stepping away from you, just so you could feel his erection growing in real time.

Taking one of the shower heads off, he turns down the water pressure and places it in between your legs, the water sending rippling vibrations between your folds. You threw your head back with a moan and you grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself. He continued to tease, letting you know he was going to finish what you started.

The sounds you were making were embarrassing but you had no control over your own body at this point, it all belonged to Jack and when he slowly sank into you, all you could do was clench around him.

You almost cried when he pulled out, holding his dick in his hands. And you knew exactly why he was doing it. “Jack, baby I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made a show earlier with the soap. I thought you needed a little motivation but I was wrong. Very wrong, so please. Please just—” All of the air in your lungs left your body at his sudden thrust back into you, gripping your hips as he pushed in and out of you with ease. He lifted one of your legs and held it at his hip, the new position hitting a spot that he knew would send you into a new stratosphere.

“So…fucking…sensitive.” He grunted, as your hold on him tightened. Both of you knew there would be marks in the morning.

Jack continued to fuck you through two orgasms until you saw stars and needed him to carry you out of the shower. Maybe you wouldn’t have enough energy for that sultry dance tonight after all.

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[enhasfever]

bloodline — enhypen hyung line

{ coming soon!! }

╰┈➤ [ cast.txt ] enhypen hyung line + fem!reader ft. maknae line

╰┈➤ [ contents.txt ] university!au, supernatural!au, vampire!enha, vampire!reader, fake dating, unrequited love, exes to lovers, enemies to lovers, secret relationship, angst, fluff, (possibly) suggestive themes

╰┈➤ [ summary.txt ] in which your journey with these four young men is anything but blissful and glamorous, but you live in a world where people will do anything to protect their bloodline even if it means faking relationships or keeping forbidden love a secret. will it be worth it to you?

╰┈➤ [ notes.txt ] each part can be read as a stand-alone story, though some events within the plot of the series may make more sense if they are read in the order they have been written in. also, the y/n character in each boy's story will appear in the other boys' stories and will be portrayed by female idols to avoid confusion.

why won't you love me — l. heeseung

╰┈➤ [ fic.pdf ] teaser! || read it!

╰┈➤ [ cast.txt ] heeseung + fem!reader (y/n character portrayed by le sserafim's yunjin in other stories)

╰┈➤ [ contents.txt ] unrequited love!au, one-sided pining (reader), toxic family dynamics (reader is constantly pressured and guilted), lots of angst, maybe a sprinkle of fluff (more tba)

╰┈➤ [ word count.txt ] N/A

╰┈➤ [ summary.txt ] in which you know heeseung is out of your league, but you still choose to pursue him knowing that your chances with him are slim to none. if you don't obtain his attention and love, you can kiss your place in your family goodbye.

catch fire — p. jongseong

╰┈➤ [ fic.pdf ] teaser! || read it!

╰┈➤ [ cast.txt ] jay + fem!reader (y/n character portrayed by itzy's yuna in other stories)

╰┈➤ [ contents.txt ] enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, reader is sort of a mean girl, eventual mutual pining, angst & fluff (more tba)

╰┈➤ [ word count.txt ] N/A

╰┈➤ [ summary.txt ] in which you and jay have been competing with each other since you were in primary school, and it can't possibly get any worse when you're paired for a project. that is, until you're suddenly planning for an unsolicited wedding.

impurities — s. jaeyun

╰┈➤ [ fic.pdf ] teaser! || read it!

╰┈➤ [ cast.txt ] jake + fem!reader (y/n character portrayed by ive's rei in other stories)

╰┈➤ [ contents.txt ] secret relationship!au, mutual pining, star-crossed lovers of sorts, an equal amount of angst & fluff, bloodline discrimination ?? i'm making it a thing idk (more tba)

╰┈➤ [ word count.txt ] N/A

╰┈➤ [ summary.txt ] in which you and jake must keep your relationship a secret, especially from your family. they'd never allow you to be with someone who came from an impure bloodline like his.

all for love — p. sunghoon

╰┈➤ [ fic.pdf ] teaser! || read it!

╰┈➤ [ cast.txt ] sunghoon + fem!reader (y/n character portrayed by aespa's winter in other stories)

╰┈➤ [ contents.txt ] fake dating!au, exes to lovers, a lotta angst, fluff to make up for it (more tba)

╰┈➤ [ word count.txt ] N/A

╰┈➤ [ summary.txt ] in which you and sunghoon have been happily together since high school and are destined to marry after graduating from university. the problem? you broke up three months ago, but no one knows.

╰┈➤ [ notes.txt ] i wrote a small drabble/fic a while ago with a plot similar to this one, though i do plan to change up a bit of it in this series. here it is if you're interested in reading it!

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[starbaby-7]

My list of songs so Hannigram coded it’s insane and the lyrics that make them so:

Salt in the Wound- Boygenius

‘You put salt in the wound, and a kiss on my cheek. You butter me up and you sit down to eat’

‘Neck full of mockingbirds all calling your name…I’m gnashing my teeth like a child of Cain’

I’m Your Man- Mitski

‘You’re an Angel, I’m a dog. Or you’re a dog and I’m you’re man. You believe me like a God, I destroy you like I am.’

‘I’m sorry I’m the one you love, no one will ever love me like you again so when you leave me I should die. I deserve it don’t I?’

Famous Last Words (an Ode to Eaters) - Ethel Cain

‘Look at me baby, dead in my eyes. It’s the end of our holiday, but it isn’t goodbye. Carry me with you all of the time.’

‘Eat of me baby, skin to the bone. Body on body until I’m all gone. But I’m with you inside.’

It Will Come Back- Hozier

All I’m gonna say is first verse is Hannibal POV, second is Will POV talking to eachother I could write a damn essay on this song and Hannigram

Shrike- Hozier

‘The words hung above, but never would form. Like a cry at the final breathe that is drawn. Remember me love, when I am reborn as the Shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.’

‘Had no idea on the ground i was founded, oh that goodness is gone with you now. Then I met you, my virtues uncounted. My goodness is goin with you now.’

‘Back to the hedgerow where the bodies are mounted’

Abbey- Mitski

‘I am hungry, I have been hungry, I was born hungry, what do I need?’

Butchered Tongue- Hozier

This one I think is Will when he married Molly and settling into his new life but still looking for Hannibal in everything.

UPDATE:

Talk- Hozier

Once again getting into the Greek mythology themes and Hannigram parallels. Orpheus and Eurydice as Will and Hannibal haunts me.

‘I’d be the immediate in Eurydice, imagine being loved by me.”

Paralleled with the scenes of Hannibal and Wills seperate “I forgive you”.

Me and My Husband - Mitski

‘At least in this lifetime we’re sticking together.’

This is a little cracky, but this song reminds me of the way Hannibal and Will are chasing potentials and scenarios where they can stay together. Teacups and all that and yes the world is on fire but Hannibal and Will are together so it’s okay.

Breezeblocks- alt-j

Enough said.

NFWMB - Hozier

‘Give your heart and soul to charity. Because the rest of you, the best of you Honey belongs to me.’

The possessiveness of Hannibal and Will over eachother is insane, we know this. And I think people forget that Will is just as bad as Hannibal about it. (Just see any interaction between Bedelia and Will for evidence)

Salvatore- Lana Del Rey

“The summers wild and I’ve been waiting for you all this time. I adore you can’t you see you were meant for me?”

“Catch me if you can…dying at the hand of a foreign man, happily.”

Once More to See You- Mitski

“But with everybody watching us, our every move. We do have reputations, we keep it secret, won’t let them have it.”

“If you would let me give you pinky promise kisses then I wouldn’t have to scream your name.”

Televangelism- Ethel Cain

No lyrics in this one, just piano and the sound of me crying softly. This song is EVERYTHING the Primavera scene was in Dolce. Please listen. The slow build, the melodic flutter of a heartbeat the rise and ascension when they see each other and smile at one another, the acceptance of fate, the knowledge of love. “You and I have begun to blur.”

anything - Adrienne Lenker

“I don’t wanna be the owner of your fantasy I just wanna be a part of your family.”

Savior Complex- Phoebe Bridgers

“Drift off on the floor, I drag you to the shore. Sweating through the sheets you’re gonna drown in your sleep for sure. Wake up and start a fire in our one room apartment but I’m too tired to have a pissing contest, all the bad dreams that you hide show me yours I’ll show you mine.”

“Baby you’re a Vampire, you want blood and I promised I’m a good liar with a savior complex.”

Pre-Mizumono to Post-Fall Hannigram can be found everywhere in this song.

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